Recently i came across this beautiful view and i couldn’t stop myself but share here. I’ve been a keen admirer of birds and i found this one so divine!!
#photography #bird #monsoonscenes
Recently i came across this beautiful view and i couldn’t stop myself but share here. I’ve been a keen admirer of birds and i found this one so divine!!
#photography #bird #monsoonscenes
I adore how cutely you shout on me with your tender lips, trying to pronounce raging words sounding sweet instead.
Your tiny fingers notoriously poking on my arms when i try to sleep, while you run away in unmatched joy is cherishable.
The pitch you scream tantrums of how you dislike vegetables in your plate but you don’t mind asking for cheese instead. You are so on point.
I like how you let me pull your supple cheeks when you motionlessly binge watch Shinchan episodes.
Then hurriedly aping the cartoon you hop all over the place with your friends and roll on the floor somersaulting like a ninja.
I know you like airguns popping out cushion balls aiming people, while i try to save my face as if it were real.
I never felt so happy chasing anything, but your swift bicycle in the porch. I wonder when did you become so fidgety?
I was never so sure of your self reliance, until i saw you littering the floor with thermocol balls but taking up a charge to clean it with your 6 inch miniscule broom.
Your prententious poses like that of a girl, while wearing frock from your mother’s stock, was the funniest comedy show of the era i’d ever seen.
I’m surprised how you still manage to chant god’s name following a small meditation, just like an innocent buddhist monk kid. Kudos bro!
Seeing you effortlessly switch modes of smartphone and progressing every level at Oggy’s video game, makes my eyes gawk at you more, like possibly how??!
Arranging all your scattered toys on the floor was tedious though, but you never made me do that alone.
I’m a fan of you and your buddy’s weird details in an explanation when trying to prove your points.
I wish i knew how to bake a strawberry cake for you, to chill your mouth as you say, you’d anytime wish for.
And thank god you didn’t mention your escape city as ‘Goa’ to threaten me this time, we want you right by our sides.
The way you slurp & then gulp Maggi is a moment that i wouldn’t want to miss and join you along to relive my childhood.
Your selfie smart face made me look silly even after applying multiple filters to be honest. And who taught you face palming, when i forgot to say cheese while clicking our picture?
The swag with which you use loofah smearing bodywash while bathing, was louder than the weird notes you sang like a bathroom singer.
Dreamer boy like you are rare, who follows a ritual of listening to bed time tales from father, while going off to sleep.
I have never seen you run out of energy even after your hectic routine of notorious acts, one of them for instance, is spraying water on everyone’s faces at home.
Your delightful face while eating french fries makes me wonder how easily you find joy in small things.
You scared me with your disappearance the other day. Hide & seek fascinates you way too much, which i would now take a note of.
You were quite self reliant of your age, which was evident while you chucked me when i wanted to escort you downstairs to your friend’s.
I couldn’t believe my eyes watching you decline calls on your mother’s phone, while you were in the middle of cracking the next level of video game and leaning on me like I’m your sofa. You give me prioritising goals.
May your Storehouse of energy never have their servers face down time and the cape of your super hero costume flutter higher & higher everyday.
I know you will take care of our grandmother very well, you possess real superpower bro. Peckles on your cheeks like always.
‘But I want to say one thing’ and ‘Surprise’ are your favourite punchlines. And if you’d ask mine, it would be just one word-
“We bought this flat for Rs. 30 lakh, how can you say it belongs to you, just shut up!” I overheard while passing by an opened door in one of my neighborhood like an eavesdropper. I saw the old man who was shouting over his phone & his face grew vermilion due to his rage. I realised it was not any other aged man, but a familiar & a soft spoken person Mr. Ahuja.
Since i was badly exhausted i walked past the commotion and took the stairways to reach the above floor to my flat. Wondering what wrong had happened with Mr. Ahuja that raged his ire so much. After reaching my home, i slept for over an hour until my phone buzzed. It was my landlord, which i knew was a reminder call for me to clear my current month’s due rent. After freeing myself from the burden of this routine payment via internet i lied down on my bed and breathed in the silence of my house. Exactly that silence what the elites often confuses with peace. Suddenly i started missing my family, my pet dog who were away from me living in a small tranquil town living a slow paced life. The cloud of nostalgia thundered over me.
The mechanism of city life & a corporate job was hard to cope up with was my another abrupt realisation. More after recalling the old man’s over rated statement, i felt he was defied for all his life in believing that he owns the property, not factually but like figuratively. I felt we are nothing more than slaves who are merely collecting piles of coins and bundles of greens to choking our souls with litter. Forgetting that no freaking treasures can buy us that piece of land, let alone a flat. Mr Ahuja was one such man who was deceived. Buying land from whom is the question. As a student of life i have been taught that earth does us a favour, afterall humans are his mere dusty tenants on her ancient debris.
Much ironically i laughed while recollecting old man’s statement, but at the same time it was threatening me inside with the serious question, ” what assets do i own today that i will fall back on?! ” I was simply caught in a dilemma and was bombarded with contradictory questions. I was wondering what utopia was? Was it a civilized life like what i was living or was it a rustic life which we urbane cuss and call names like backward mobs.
My mind was too heavy with this blow off, making me think which folks do i actually belong to. Bringing me to another self realization that if we human have been caught in an endless race, in which if we don’t run we will be mocked at, and if we run we will be tired as heck. All this continued until when, my door bell rang putting an end to my blabbering mind. I rushed to open the door and found it was the very same old man, Mr. Ahuja. For a moment i was clueless of the situation what he came to me for. He explained me about the troubles he faced due to his lease papers that was the root of his frustration. It needed him to write some legal letters and me being a copywriter fellow was his first idea of help so he chose me. I tried my mind over the matter and wrote what possibly i could. When he was about to leave after partial satisfaction of the task i had performed, i asked him a personal question.
“Why do you fight for matters of land at this age, when anyway you have no heirs?”
He actually went silent for a couple of minutes longer than usual. He then answered, “I am caught in the world of illusions that i can’t let go of, captive in the world of greed.”
His answer came from deep down unabashed, the crude and gross reality of life!
Imagine an innocent child who is living without a good understanding of himself and the world around him, who is pushed to earn the bread butter and be deprived of his rights. Undoubtedly, the feeling will be awful and disgraceful. This stigma is none other than Child Labour. As per the census of India 2001, Child Labour is said to be the participation of a child, who is aged less than 17 years in economically productive activity, whether physically or mentally with or without the pay or compensation, wages or profit.
According to UNICEF, children who fall in the age group of 5 to 11 who is involved in atleast 1 OR 28 HOURS of economic activity are said to be under the arrest of child labour.
The national census of 2011 reveals that approx number of child labour are aged from 4 to 14 years which accounts to more than 4.35 million in number, when the total population of children is 259.64 million. According to the reports of ILO (International Labour Organization) in 2015 and CRY (Child Rights and You) analysis on census 2011, is given in five bulleted points below:
1. One out of eleven child is a victim of child labor even today. There are 38.7 million boys and 8.8 million girls who are involved in hazardous work.
2. Child labour is declining at sluggish rate of only 2.2% every year from 2001 to 2011.
3. The states in which child labour is concentrated are Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, Rajasthan, Madhya Pradesh and Maharashtra which accounts to more than half of the total 5.5 million working children in India.
4. More than 80% of child labour exists rural areas where and three out of every four of these children work either cultivators, in agricultural fields or in household industrial units.
5. Out of total child labour in India, 20.7% children are adolescents who are working in hazardous industry. Whereas, children from age group from 15 to 17 years of age account to form nearly 63% of total children involved in hazardous works.
This practice engages children in economic activity on a part time or a full time basis. The trigger factors of child labour are generally said to be poverty, lack of schools, illiteracy etc. The work usually varies from part time help to unpaid work on the farm, family enterprises or in an economic activity. Some of the other probable reason of the child labour in India is work for domestic roles and house help in majority of the cases. The sectors apart from agriculture in which they are involved are saree weaving, domestic helpers, coal mining, diamond industry, fireworks manufacturing, silk manufacturing, carpet weaving. More than 90% of the child labour belong to the untouchable caste, poverty stricken, natural calamity affected, tribal minorities, trafficked children and lower caste community.
Child labour has catastrophic impacts on a child’s welfare and society at large. It is a huge socio- economic problem which is inextricably linked to illiteracy and poverty. It is undoubtedly harmful for their mental, physical development on a deep level. It deprives children of their potential and their dignity. Child labour interferes with the ability to have a proper study routine, school going routine, recreational activities that are threats to overall growth of children in short and long run. Jeopardizing the intellect of children, child labour pushing them to a space that is beyond repair in the later stages of life. Child labour also is detrimental and brings along might bring health hazard. Threatening the basic fundamental right of a child, child labour deprives them of their family, friends, health, school, play and life.
According to the Indian Law there are 64 industries which comes under hazardous type and it is said to employ mostly children labours, which is not less than a criminal offence. Whether it be Factories Act of 1948, The Mines Act of 1952, The Child and Adolescent Labour (Prohibition and regulations) Act of 1986, The Juvenile Justice (care and protection) of children Act 2015 or the Right of Children to Free and Compulsory Education Act of 2009, every act underlays how illegal the practice of child labour is. According to the findings of the International Labour Organisation, 70% of the share includes child labour which is deployed in primary sector namely agriculture and it’s allied activities and other sectors respectively.
Solely by the virtue of the genders, girls are said to suffer way more than higher the boys. Parents of such girl child labour carry prejudice of them being a burden and hence they are bullied, are deprived of education or in most of the cases dropouts.
Since the nature of child labour comes out of the vicious circle of poverty. Unaffordability, lack of quality schools, unavailability of teachers at schools are other driving factors that forces children to resort to child labour.
It is observed that migrant children are increasingly bear in hazardous forms of labour as their families escape from environmental stress near their residing districts. The changing climatic conditions forces their family the shift places to run a livelihood. As a result a child who is forced into labour will be unable to learn skills, have a basic outlook of handling normal life situation and in the future would also put at risk their future life. One of the most popular child labour form found un India is the Bonded Child Labour, in which a system of forced or partly forced form of labour where the child’s parent enters into an agreement with the creditor or the royalty.
Child labour is an alarming threat to the economic welfare of the country ruining the physical, intellectual, emotional & psychological condition of a child. Every year the 12th of June is observed across the globe as the world day against Child labour. On this day many social activists make sure to surge rallies and spread more a word on abolishing Child labour. There are many Indian activists, non-governmental organization programs that are working towards the curbing and abolishing Child labour practices. And many lawyers are working for the protection and benefit of children rights and welfare activities in order to create a child friendly society. The country should have zero tolerance on the face of mankind when it comes to child labour and their exploitation. Several measure that are been taken by non profit organization and dedicated government bodies such as rescuing child labour victims restitution their rights. Central as well as the State Governments have been taking appropriate measures, conducting regular inspections & raids so as to detect cases of violations and exploitation of children. Identifying and prosecuting such employers, provision if immediate care and help, application of statutory rehabilitation and legal aid to protect such children.
There are innumerable children who are excluded from human identity and dignity. There are many children whose life had wiped out in the scourge of slavery and ignorance from the face of mankind. It is the need of the hour to free every child labour make free from exclusion and exploitation. Every children deserve quality education, multiplying the ray of the sun and every citizen should take a step on their behalf.
Child labour is a denial to human dignity, rejection of childhood, freedom of future and dreams.
The country yearns for a renaissance, a kind of a movement where every child who is under the arrest of child labour can seek liberation, rehabilitation and pursue education. It is only possible with active participation of communities, coalitions, intervention of non profit organization, running campaigns, mobilizing masses to work on areas of child development. Curbing Child labour requires equal, united and concerted efforts from all stratas of the society.
Breeze is the carrier of prophecy and, a medium through which prayers travel the course of time. And weather the messenger on one fine day during the month of July made me experience it on a higher revelation. Just liked every other evening, i was in the middle of writing journal, intervening & ruminating. A very typical thing to do for an introvert. I simply loved my own company and penning down my feelings, of which most of it was effortless. I was sitting on chair facing my study table that was right adjacent to the room’s window. I suddenly remembered that it wasn’t my own old window. My mind was battling with the pangs of leaving back the old house which triggered other flurry of memories. The old house was the place where my family had spent more than 20 years together. The house eventually had to be sold due to financial turmoils & hitches we saw. Leaving the place was a painful experience and i had been trying to pacify with the newly rented house that we shifted a couple of days ago. Trying to bring the acceptance level to the brim was the plea to self. All this was going inside my head and i was putting my words on paper, and calming my smouldering emotions. It was until the gushing wind tunnelling through the open window stroked me and i sat back to flip the curtain of the window. As if something crashed into my mind into a different state. It kind of made me certain that my heart should hope for the evening to be exciting and rejuvenating. Good weather has a habit of disturbing you in a merry manner. The ramblings for my old the house was put to a pause at once and attuning my chords with the merry weather, i made my mind not just to sit in the room but instead take a walk outside.
Wrapping up my chords I rushed out of my room and took a leap towards the house gate steadily. I picked my umbrella and blamed it on my prudent mindset to suit the monsoon vibe. Not much did I respect the fact that my house was just adjacent to a woody heaven, the State Forest Research Institute (S.F.R.I). It was natural for the place to be sprawling green and spirited. The idea of walk didn’t fascinated me on the first two days after shifting to the new house, as i was all drowned with despair and tiring vibes. But i was satisfied with the fact that finally the walk was happening. S.F.R.I has been the landmark of the entire region which was half a century old in the Jabalpur city. My father has always been pushing me to take a walk even before we shifted here. The premises of the institute was rich, densely breathing forest and invigorating aura. The entrance placard read, ‘Welcome to SFRI’ and on the side it had security check post and the guards. The toll gate was risen by one of the guard as he saw very few vehicles and for the people who came to take a walk around their 102 ha premises. The thing which I already knew about the place was that it was dedicated to the research, tropical forestry, environment & biodiversity conservation, by and large. Never in my life did i visit a place so beautiful which instantly attuned with my higher self. The most interesting fact about this scene was that it was the monsoon time. As i passed the checkered gate i started analyzing more about the place. With every step passing by, the weather became windy and more enjoyable. The landscape was flooded with bushes on the sides and lofty groves and mini gardens. And since it was research institute, the forest was said to have almost every popular plant and tree species that one ever imagine of, in the current habitat and region. The road was well constructed and tapered with white border on both the sides. Every tree which passed my glance was numbered and painted. Needless to say, cleanliness on the roads of the state owned forest was evident. The place was fascinating in different ways my mindful compass could ever explore. I could hear melodious birds chirruping along my way, also street dogs (Indian pariah) could be spotted in every mile round the corner. And then the most relishing part of the visit was encountered. I started feeling tiny raindrops on my hand and felt as if i was welcomed by the forest on my first visit. The tiny drops bejeweled my forearm for real and it embellished me for i am some angel. Droplets looked no lesser than sparkling crystal refracting beauty. I continued taking further steps and enjoying fanciful forest walk. The intensity of the drops off the sky was rising after every lamppost passed by. I could see trees swaying its leaves dancing cheerfully to the song of the wind. It was a ecstatic sight to behold and feel the showering drizzle after a while. I started gliding my feet, from slow to a fast pace, as the clouds started roaring and turning grayish blue in no time. Being a lover of rain it wasn’t a matter for me to bother about. This was the first rain of the season and i felt so elated. My hairs started getting moist on surface and became dampen by showered blessings of the season. I made sure my umbrella was opened and attune with the wind. The breeze was blow drying hairs better than any blow dryer could have done to me. I was wearing a basic casual and the bottom end of my trouser was stained with the marks of grim and soiled water. The state was becoming messier to handle, and downpour sang on high notes.
As i reached the turning curve, I saw people rushing under the shady restroom of the guards. But i was happy to be out in rain. The walk made me realize that my abode was just besides the heaven and i was in slumber. I took the second turn from the crossing and saw the surroundings laden with flowery bushes that were bathing in the rain. I was getting very fond of the tall gigantic trees, the hedges, the flowering bushes and it’s petichor. I was literally mesmerized to walk further down the lane which then bumped into the institute’s building present in it’s vicinity. Nearby to the area where I stepped onto, there was a big banner portraying the entire mapping of the forest. I walked closed to it and tried to figure out where possibly can i thump my feet next. The excursion was a challenge with rain, but i sworn not to give up on it in the middle. The intensity of the rain increased all of a sudden and I quickly headed towards my last lap which was towards the forest’s nursery. I brisk walked and saved myself from the thundering rain by going under the shade of the tree every once in a while. And walked almost like for 7 minutes until i reached the nursery. I reached the nursery’s help desk through which i came to know that it has more than 50 different species of saplings for sale. I then asked the authorities about the mango tree sapling. There was a reason why i chose mango and not neem. I remembered how in my old house garden we had this giant mango tree. And for this new house too I dreamt something similar. The nursery was full of sapling arranged in parallel rows pertaining to their type. The view was more scenic with the sparkling water dripping over the lush green spread. After the concerned person brought me the sapling, i promised him to pay a sum of 30 rupees the next day and took the sapling in a complimentary jute bag. I finally made my mind to walk all the way back from the forest towards my home. I was drenched a little but fully soaked into sheer joy. It was actually the kind of weather I live for. Carrying a living resource (a sapling) made me feel so happy. I saw water clogged sidings of the road and all sorts of insects hovering while returning back towards home. Twigs of branches crushed under my feet and the stream of water on the road carried gravel and eroded soil particles all over.
Possible ending1: I finally crossed the check post of the main gate and marched towards the gate of my house. And as per my expectations mother was angry as I did not inform her before going. I hugged her tight as happiness ran over my body like a livewire loaded with current. My day was made with zero regrets of shifting to the new house.
Possible ending 2: I crossed the main gate of the forest and just dropped the sapling outside my house garage instead of going inside. For last lap, i chose to treat myself under the downpour, with the roasted corn treat at the kiosk right in front of my society’s gate. The tenderness of the corn was accompanied with spicy green chilli chutney and rock salt atop. Munching away happily the day was cherished into my memories of monsoon like never before.
Don’t mistake flattery for love.
Don’t mistake lust for love.
Don’t be there to fit their needs.
Don’t be ‘alone hence, friends’.
Don’t audition for your worth.
Don’t be their secret.
Flattery can be earned from assistant.
Lust can be bought from the markets.
Needs can be outsourced to firms.
Loneliness can be cured with animals & machines.
Auditioning is only worth when you need a job.
Secrets are proud people’s worst suit.
We are not looking for any of the above.
We’re not here for what money can buy,
but only to be priceless.
We are too dead to die for anyone,
for we, as a self are enough.
We are infinity.