Without you my world is empty Maa!!!

Dedicated to my MAA on my 26th B'day i.e. on 29/09/2010.

Mane fari farine eno saad sambhalay,
"Mari Vhali" eva ven sambhalay;

Halva Halva ena sparsh ma mane,
Paramtatva ni anubhuti thay;

Khal khal thata ena hasyama mane,
Nijmast anand ni anubhuti thay;

Eni bhini bhini ankho ma mane,
Mari vyatha no chitar vartay;

Pan, eni antim kshano ni ashao,
Vali valine shwasma rundhay!

Sorry friends who can't understand Gujarati but I can't write poem in English.

Then I’m an Atheist!

Yesterday very strange thing happened in front of me. During lunch, one girl came and she served herself with the entire foods available, full dish she took 3 chapatis, 2 sabjis, rice, dal and added items which she brought from home. After having, half chapati she remembered that it was her fast on the occasion of Ekadashi so she left the plate. I stunned, she forgot about her fast so she wasted the FOOD because it was against the religion! This means in the name of religion one can waste the food while millions of people sleep hungry. And excuse me after having full breakfast and having little on lunch what was the meaning of remaining hungry and more than that wastage of full dish and what about she took the food in which hunger of two kids could be satisfied. I don’t understand these religion matters, what is greater humanity or religion practices which has got no rationality? I’m not against of anyone’s faith in religion, because our culture has built on great values of religion virtues, it builds the fountain of faith within us and that’s what gives us strength to fight the odds. But, I’m against of blindly following religion practices.


Now, my point is that if when 77% of India’s population does not get enough food and due to hunger child mortality ratio is even higher than some sub-Saharan countries, in such a situation rather than thanking God for his kindness that we have got basics to survive, we insult the human values by doing such things. It may seems very small matter but nooo…. according to me, this shows the picture of our society where human has got no values. We say we are most spiritual race in this world but I think we are the people who believe in show off. Such things are proof that we don’t respect the human dignity and spirituality starts by respecting the human values and not in following such ridiculous things. Spirituality means enlightenment, and how can we be enlighten without being compassionate towards the deprived. Even Bhagvad Geeta has taught us the secrets of Karma, don’t we believe in it? If not then we can’t be said religious. Then what practices we are following? Are these religion codes??? Nooooo, it’s only show off, it’s just to show that see people… I’m religious. If you believe this is the religion then I’m an Atheist!

Red Letter Box

My eyes twinkled by seeing a Red Letter Box of Indian Post Office. It had been years I used it or I can say no one has used it for me also since years. In the era of information and media revolution days are gone when we used to wait for a letter from our dear ones. Such emotions motivated Pannalal Patel, a renowned Gujarati Laureate, to write one of the word’s best short stories “Post Office” characters of which were Mariam and Ali (father-daughter duo) and which we all have studied in school days.

My connection with this red box is also very intimate. In my Gurukul days my illiterate mother wrote me letters regularly. She knew that I wait for her letter every week and she never disappointed me. She was one of the unfortunate ladies of India who has not got the Akshar Gyan, but this never hindered in her regularity to write me letters. Every week she used to go to a neighbor by taking pen and yellow postcard and ask them to pen down her love for me, if someone was busy then she had to go to another person. So, I never received letter written by my mother but I always received her care and love embedded on those postcards. At that time I didn’t understand her much but today I can visualize how she had to plead someone to write me a letter. And I trust my Jamsaheb’s feelings were greater than those words. I don’t have those letters today but I still remember the contents. As winter is going on it reminds that she used to write “beta please wear sweater and don’t worry washing of Uniforms (we had white kurta payjama as winter uniform and I still have them) everyday, I’ll bring more for you. Please have proper meals otherwise you will fall ill, apply vicks near your nose regularly and I want to see you like tamatar when next time I’ll come to see you (we were allowed to see our parents twice in one term for 2-3 hours on predecided days) also let me know anything special you want to eat I’ll get them for you, all your favourite dishes will come.” All these sweet memories started popping up in my mind when I saw that red box.

My father never wrote me even a single letter during my six years in Gurukul, I still feel regret about it. People neglect small things in life but life is made up of small things and if we miss them then gap in relations keep widening.

Finally how can I forget my all sweet friend’s letters especially from Sangi and still I have these letters. Innocence love and dreams to touch the sky and one of the finest writings which can make them Laureates are with me and I love to read them.