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FLOWERS FOR KERALA DEITIES BLOOM IN MUSLIM FARMS

June 15, 2015Uncategorizeddiversity, flowers, Hindu, hindu muslim, india, indian culture, kerala, lotus, Lucknow, muslim, muslim farms, temples, unityshravancharitymission

By Kamlesh Tripathi

In Lucknow many actors who take part in the annual Ram-Leela are Muslims, where they play the lead role of Lord Ram, Hanuman & Lakshman to name a few. In the TV serial of 1^st Mahabharat the lead role of Arjun was played by a Muslim actor. And it is so refreshing to read that flowers for Kerala Deities are grown in Muslim farms.

And this indeed is the beauty of India where our society has an undercurrent-life-connect with each other and resides in a bindass environment.

FLOWERS FOR KERALA DEITIES BLOOM IN MUSLIM FARMS

TOI article

Malappuram: Balanced on a battered canoe. Aslam gently plucks a lotus that is just beginning to bloom and carefully places it in a pile.

He moves through the vast expense of Valiyaparappur lake in Malappuram, collecting more flowers, all meant for different temples in Kerala. Twenty-five-year old Aslam belongs to one of the 30 Muslim families in the village of Thirunavaya, on the banks of the Bharatapuzha river, who share a deep tie with Kerala’s Hindu temples.

It is known to very few devotees that the lotus blooms used in all major temples across the state including Guruvayur Sri Krishna Temple, Sabarimala, Kodungalloor Bhagavathy Temple, Paramekkavu Bhagavathi Temple, Thriprayar Sri Rama Temple and Parshinikkaadavu Muthappan Temple are all farmed by these families.

“We have been doing it for over a hundred years,” says Musthafa Chakkaliparambil, who has 40-acre farm on the valiyaparappur lake. He supplies at least 7,000 lotuses a day to temples in Guruvayur and Kodungallur.

On an average, the village collects and distributes around 20,000 blooms every day. “Our business has thrived only because of the blessings of the deities and the revenue from temples,” says Abdul Rahman Karakkadan, who supplies flowers to Guruvayur and Paramekkavu temple in Thrissur from his 85-acre farm. The flowers are handed over to members of the Warrier community, who handle floral decorations in temples.

SHORT STORY: TEXTILE MERCHANT … know your strengths

June 14, 2015article on career, causerie, column, SATTIRE, short story, snippet, spiritual, story, Uncategorizedassignment, boss, career, efficiency, employee, hrd, information, job, knowledge, kra, manager, merchant, proficiency, short story, skill, strengths, talent, weaknessshravancharitymission

TEXTILE MERCHANT … know your strengths

Once upon a time. There lived a merchant who used to deal in textiles. He used to reside close to a port where ships from foreign countries used to dock with loads of merchandise. And from whom, he used to buy goods to sell in the local market through his shop.

He had five workers who use to work under his manager. And the manager in turn used to report to him. So in all he had six employees. Each time, when a ship moored in the port. The merchant used to send his manager to get the details of the merchandise available, and basis his acumen and the information collected by him. The Merchant used to buy the merchandise, and the same used to get conveniently sold in his shop located in the market.

One day, the employees working under the manager came up to the merchant and started requesting for a higher salary on the plea, that they work harder than the manager. Who only sat there and gave instructions while they did the entire labour. The merchant gave them a patient hearing and promised to look into the matter.

One day when the merchant received a communication from the dock that a ship had arrived loaded with textile. He, instead of sending his manager sent one of the employees working under him to find out about the merchandise that had arrived in the port.

The employee happily left, thinking the merchant this time had given him a chance to prove himself, instead of the manager. And after sometime he returned from the port when the merchant asked,

‘From which country has the merchandise arrived?’

‘I don’t know about the country master, but it is big ship with lots of merchandise.’

‘What kind of fabric do they have?’

‘I don’t know about that master, but there are big bundles, appearing to be thaans’ (bolts of fabric).

‘But are the thaans designed for children, ladies or gents?’

‘Master I didn’t ask about that. You want me to check again?’

‘Then tell me the price range of each thaan? Basis which I will be able to make out whether it is for ladies, gents or children?’

‘Sorry master I missed that too.’

‘And what about the total value of the merchandise?’

‘No idea master.’ Replied the employee, somewhat embarrassed and staring at the floor.

Merchant looked at the employee pensively and said, ‘Few days back you and your fellow colleagues had come asking for an increase in salary. Because you felt you work harder than the manager. This time I gave you an assignment of the manager. Thinking you will be able to at least equal what he does, if not out-perform him. Had I sent the manager he would have got all the details without my asking and perhaps he could have answered ten more queries of mine. Basis which I could have made my purchase decision.

Now to get all the relevant information in one go. I will again have to send someone. So, whom should I send this time?’ asked the merchant.

The employee looked up and politely replied, ‘the manager master.’

Moral of the story: Before we expect a higher salary or consider ourselves appropriate for a higher position. We must analyse how talented, skilled and knowledgeable we are about the assignment we are aspiring for. In this case while the jobs of employees had more of physical work the manger’s job was to gather niche information about the merchandise. But that alone helped in making purchase decisions, leading to sales, generation of revenue and profits.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases especially cancer. Our posts are meant for our readers that includes both children and adults and it has a huge variety in terms of content. We also accept donations for our mission. Should you wish to donate for the cause. The bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

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Our Publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(The book is about a young cancer patient. Now archived in 8 prestigious libraries of the US that includes Harvard College Library; Harvard University Library; Library of Congress; University of Washington, Seattle; University of Minnesota, Minneapolis; Yale University, New Haven; University of Chicago; University of North Carolina, at Chapel Hill University Libraries. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in libraries and archives of Canada, Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai and Jaipuria Institute of Management, Noida, India)

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Is a book on ‘singlehood’ about a Delhi girl now archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture, Delhi; Available for reading in Indian National Bibliography, March 2016, in the literature section, in Central Reference Library, Ministry of Culture, India, Belvedere, Kolkata-700022)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Is a fiction written around the great city of Nawabs—Lucknow. It describes Lucknow in great detail and also talks about its Hindu-Muslim amity. That happens to be the undying characteristics of Lucknow. The book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival of 2014. It is included for reading in Askews and Holts Library Services, Lancashire, U.K.)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. It was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

(Is a story of an Indian salesman who is, humbly qualified. Yet he fights his ways through unceasing uncertainties to reach the top. A good read not only for salesmen. The book was launched on 10^th February, 2018 in Gorakhpur Lit-Fest. Now available in Amazon, Flipkart and Onlinegatha)

RHYTHM … in poems

(Published in January 2019. The book contains 50 poems. The poems describe our day to day life. The book is available in Amazon, Flipkart and Onlinegatha)

MIRAGE

(Published in February 2020. The book is a collection of eight short stories available in Amazon, Flipkart and Notion Press)

Short stories and Articles published in Bhavan’s Journal: Reality and Perception, 15.10.19; Sending the Wrong Message, 31.5.20; Eagle versus Scholars June, 15 & 20 2020; Indica, 15.8.20; The Story of King Chitraketu, August 31 2020; Breaking Through the Chakravyuh, September 30 2020. The Questioning Spouse, October 31, 2020; Happy Days, November 15, 2020; The Karma Cycle of Paddy and Wheat, December 15,2020; Power Vs Influence, January 31, 2021;

(ALL THE ABOVE TITLES ARE AVAILABLE FOR SALE IN AMAZON, FLIPKART AND OTHER ONLINE STORES OR YOU COULD EVEN WRITE TO US FOR A COPY)

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SHORT STORY: THREE REFUGEES … lessons of life

June 13, 2015Uncategorizedbanana, circumstances, god, good samaritan, lesson, lessons of life, life, partition, refugees, short story, spiritualshravancharitymission

SHORT STORY: THREE REFUGEES … lessons of life

Once upon a time during the partition of India there were three refugees who landed up in Calcutta. The three had walked for many miles over the days and were tired and hungry. They were looking for alms as they had no money to buy food.

As tired souls, they looked around the streets, markets and even nearby colonies. But no one provided them with either money nor food. Tired, they filled their stomach with some tap water, after which, they walked across the road, and entered a park, to rest under a tree.

They had not, adequately, befriended themselves, even when, they were together for the last couple of days, because their focus was on, rest and food as they were tired, hungry and even sick. For them crossing the border, organizing food, water, shelter and survival was the immediate priority during the days that they had traveled together, and not so much befriending themselves.

Their hunger was now reaching a burst point. When a group of people from a charitable organisation came up to their rescue, having realized they were refugees. They gave them a dozen bananas each. Upon receiving the bananas they were thrilled, and they started jumping in joy as if they had recovered their lost fortune.

Soon, the first refugee, who appeared the most hungry had all the bananas in a go and burped loudly, and then decided to rest.

The second refugee, had six out of them, and kept the balance six bananas close to his chest and decided to take some rest.

The third refugee, after having six bananas got up with the remaining six, and told the remaining two, that he is going up to the nearby market and will return soon.

Now see what happens:

The first refugee who had finished all the bananas was rather puzzled at the banana-behaviour of the balance two refugees. As hitherto, they were cribbing, they were extremely hungry and could eat a man, but when they got bananas to eat, they couldn’t finish it. By now about half-an-hour had passed when he saw the third refugee walking back without bananas in his hand. Upon seeing the third refugee without bananas, number one’s inquisition started tickling him. He couldn’t resist and without waiting for the third refugee, he suddenly asked the second one.

‘Arrey yaar, you were so hungry but you didn’t finish all the bananas. Why are you keeping these six bananas with you?’

The second refugee replied, ‘I have kept it for the evening. For who knows in this unknown city you might not get any charity again, so as a precaution I have kept it for my dinner.’

‘And, what about you? You had gone out with six bananas but now you have none with you.’ The first refugee asked the third refugee.

‘Well … well I ate six and sold six and now I have money for two more meals.’ Replied the third person.

The story conveys a smart worldly message. The first refugee ate all the bananas thinking some other Good Samaritan or God perhaps will not let him go hungry. The second refugee showed a streak of saving and cautiousness for the rainy day so he ate six and kept six for dinner but the third refugee had that entrepreneurial drive so he ate six and sold six.

Introspect, what would you have done under the circumstances?

Posted by Kamlesh Tripathi

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GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

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POETRY: EERIE WAYS OF TIME

June 12, 2015POETRYage, bad times, cherished times, country, earth, fun times, good times, great times, loving times, peom, planet, poetry, religion, spiritual, time, time the healer, time zone, worldshravancharitymission

EERIE WAYS OF TIME

In the spate of times,

It was always a mix of good and bad times,

but all of it was time’s time,

For I never owned an iota of time,

And time appeared to me like a borrowed rhyme.

And in this erratic world of mine,

No one could rule over time,

And having conquered the world,

One still lost to time.

While I cursed bad times,

I longed for good times,

But this eerie family of time,

Never gave me a steady time.

In certain moments aeons happened,

And in certain aeons, only moments could happen,

But in the graph of time,

Everywhere every time something always happened.

It never let me rest,

As it never rested itself,

Always kept me on my toes,

Even when it had no toes.

Ageless, speechless, soundless,

Colourless, odourless, shapeless, stareless,

Yet it combats the mightiest,

and saves the daintiest.

It has no religion,

No place of worship,

No country it belongs to,

And no planet it comes from.

Yet when I look back,

I find I was never without time,

Whether good or bad,

Nevertheless, I was always in the company of time.

And then one day it smiled and said,

I am your friend, your mentor and your mirror of life,

For when you do good to others I make you smile,

And when you hurt I make you cry.

And in times of crisis,

I am the biggest healer,

And as you tread your journey,

I follow you as your healer.

So learn to respect thy time,

As you won’t go far if you waste time,

For good time is scarce,

In this world of crime.

And whether this way or that way,

Time will take care of you either way,

And as time says,

Those are my eerie ways.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(Archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POETRY: LIFE BECOMES EASY WHEN CHALLENGE BECOMES A PASSION

June 11, 2015beautiful lines, poem, POETRY, quote, spiritual, Uncategorizedachievement, ambition, ambitions, aspiration, aspirations, average, boring, career, challenge, excel, exist, failure, goals, horizon, jobs, lament, life, lifespan, lifetime, mediocrity, motivation, passion, perseverance, poem, poetry, refractions, successshravancharitymission

A poem from the book: ‘Refractions from the Prism of God.’

LIFE BECOMES EASY WHEN CHALLENGE BECOMES A PASSION

Life is a challenge without passion,

Life is tough till ambition becomes a passion,

Everything is distant till goals become a passion,

And life remains tough till the will-to-achieve becomes a passion.

For in the heaps of life challenges are galore,

And I am just me but aspirations are truckloads,

Time is zipping where challenges are pulling,

And in all of this only passions are balancing.

Life is all about perseverance to perfection,

For mediocrity is lamentation,

But perseverance is boring,

Without the spice of passion.

For in the anvil of a lifetime,

Horizons are wide,

Subsist, exist or excel,

And all is in your aspirational spell.

For average is average,

Success is success,

Achievement is achievement,

But excellence is excellence.

But there is no excellence without passion,

And no challenge with passion,

For life is only a matter of habit,

Where in every sphere of life,

Passions overtake challenges.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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Delhi boy death in US exposes truth behind American Dream

June 10, 2015Uncategorizedamerica, american dream, indians, indians in usa, investment banking, jobs in the usa, nri, usashravancharitymission

By Kamlesh Tripathi

Delhi boy death in US exposes truth behind American Dream

Once, while I was changing a flight in Frankfurt for Mumbai an elderly gentleman came and sat next to me. He was a retired scientist from Bhabha Atomic, Mumbai and was returning after visiting his son in the US. We got around chatting stuff about the US. I thought he would have some great things to say about young Indians working in the US. But contrary to that he appeared to be more on the complaining mode. And, explained in great detail why life was so very stressful there, and at times you felt it was not worth it. Many youngsters want to return home but are unable to do so because of family and peer pressure, as returning to India after a stint in the US is generally perceived as failure of sorts. But surely, all that glitters is not gold if you were to read the column below.

Delhi boy death in US exposes truth behind American Dream

TIMES NEWS NETWORK 4.6.15

Washington/New Delhi: He was born in New Delhi, graduated from University of Pennsylvania, interned at Credit Suisse and Deutsche Bank and began working as an analyst at Goldman Sachs in San Francisco in September 2014.

Often he complained to his father on phone about “working 20 hours at a stretch.” He briefly quit his job, but went back to the crushing pressure.

Sarvshreshth Gupta was just 22 when he was found dead in the parking lot next to his San Francisco apartment on April 16, under circumstances yet to be explained by authorities. And now an on-line essay by his father Sunil has stirred a debate on the stressful working conditions in the US financial sector. In recent months, there has been a string of deaths allegedly related to work pressure on Wall Street.

In the moving essay titled ‘A Son Never Dies’, posted after a month after his death on website Medium (and later withdrawn), Sunil offers an insight into the kind of pressure his son faced at his job. In his last conversation with his father, Sarvshreshth said he had not slept for two days and was working alone while everybody else had left the office. Sarvshreshth Gupta’s tragic story serves as a cautionary tale at a time of the year when scores of Indian parents are visiting the US to see their children graduate from American universities and begin chasing the much-ballyhooed “American Dream.”

A FATHER REMEMBERS

“Papa I do not get enough sleep. I work 20 hours at a stretch.” During certain weeks, he was working on weekends too.

I protested, “Son, you will ruin your health,” He would say, “Come on Papa, I am young and strong. Investment banking is hard work.”

From mid-Jan, he started complaining. “This job is not for me. too much work and too little time. I want to come back home.”

–Excerpted from SUNIL GUPTA’S ONLINE ESSAY, ‘A SON NEVER DIES.’

SHORT STORY: KNOW YOUR GURU

June 9, 2015causerie, column, short story, snippet, spiritual, story, Uncategorizedaashram, angiras, bad, coach, disicple, forest, forest tales, good, guru, gurudakshina, gurudev, lessons, pupil, shishya, spiritual, student, tales, teacher, upnishad, valuesshravancharitymission

Once upon a time there lived a Mahatma called Angiras in a forest. In his aashram he had many pupils. And all them had a great respect for him. Especially, about his knowledge and wisdom.

Among them, there were some who had learnt faster than the others and followed the route as suggested by the Guru. These pupils were generally respected by others for their learning prowess. But there were some who were jealous of them. They forgot that because of their own shortcomings they were unable to understand and comprehend the Guru in a wholesome manner. And soon, they started suspecting that the Guru was using some mysterious ways to coach his favourite students, for some special talent.

One day when the Guru was alone. They went up to him and asked, ‘Gurudev, it appears you are teaching something special to your favourite students. Why don’t you give the same knowledge to us, also?

Guru, did not like the query of his pupils. But he peacefully replied. ‘I consider everyone to be the same, and I have imparted the same education and knowledge to everyone. But if some out of you have progressed faster than others it is because of your own efforts. After all, who has stopped you from being proficient?’

Students could not understand what the Guru was trying to say. This made the Guru rethink. After a little while he spoke again, ‘I am ready to give special attention to all the students who want it. But I have one condition. You will have to clear a small test for me. You will have to go to the nearby village. To find a good person for me.’ Finding the test to be simple and easy all the complaining students were very happy. They quickly elected a representative out of them who enthusiastically set out on the mission.

But unfortunately. Wherever he went and whomsoever he met. Were all involved in some form of sin. After searching a lot. He returned to the ashram empty handed and in a remorse tone he said, ‘Gurudev, I’m sorry. I could not find even one person who had not committed a crime.’

Guru, in a morose tone said. ‘Is it so! Let me see. Okay let me send someone, out of those students. About whom you all were complaining.’ Guru then called for a pupil out of them, and ordered him to go to the nearby village to get him a bad person. The obedient pupil said, ‘As the Guru desires. Let me try.’ And, with that he left.

But the complaining students felt as if Gurudev had again committed injustice. Because, the pupil will get plenty of bad people. As the village is full of them.

Guru requested them to keep their cool. After sometime. The deputed pupil returned empty handed and said with folded hands, ‘Please pardon me Guruji. I scanned the nearby village but I did not find a single bad person.’ On hearing this. Rest of the of the pupils started laughing. He further said, ‘every person has done at least one good deed. And I did not find a single person who had not done one good deed. So, kindly excuse me.’ After saying so. He took his Guru’s permission and left.

Guru then told his complaining pupils, ‘My dear students. This is that borderline that differentiates between good and bad, right and wrong and positive and negative.

Your mind blossoms when in everything you see goodness. World is a mixture of happiness and sorrow. It depends on your mindset and what you want to take from the world. People who are positive grow faster than those who are negative.

For a Guru, all his pupils are dear. And if any pupil considers himself distanced from the Guru then it is that student’s stupidity. The more you feel close to me the more you will develop and it will be seen in your actions.’

This story tells how we should face life and its challenges. Complete surrender to your Guru will only lift you from your sorrows. The story is from Upanishad.

Posted by Kamlesh Tripathi

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NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POETRY: YOUR CONSCIENCE WAS MY SIGN ON

June 8, 2015ARTICLE SPIRITUAL, beautiful lines, causerie, poem, POETRY, spiritual, spiritual article, Uncategorizedchurch, conscience, fame, god, gurudwara, masjid, materialism, mind, parmatma, peace, poem, poetry, prayer, riches, sign on, temple, wealthshravancharitymission

YOUR CONSCIENCE WAS MY SIGN ON

In pursuit of you I prayed and prayed,

With you behind I strayed and strayed,

Knowing well you’ll protect me from all disgrace,

As the world looks up at you when in dire straights.

In all my wrongs you were a party,

As I churched and templed to keep you happy,

I divorced my disobedient conscience to be with you,

And in all my endeavours I only saw you.

You got me name fame wealth and riches,

You made me an icon to exemplify the masses,

I was going great guns,

Until one day it all stopped happening,

And God its tiring thereon.

Son you got me all wrong,

I was never in for your wrongs, and I’m deaf to songs,

And no more can see my own churches and temples,

Perhaps, God has now left them and gone,

And mere makeover and materialism is on,

And child when you were born,

I was around,

And I come to each child that is born,

To leave my sign on.

But God I didn’t find you when I was born,

So I kept looking for you in the temples, churches and my bygones,

And later … I discovered you in my prosperity and my riches,

Till one day it was all gone.

Dear son your conscience was my sign on,

Until one day you asked my ‘sign-on’ to carry on,

And since then you were on your own,

For I was long gone.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

A story of an Indian Salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his way up. The book is now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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WORD POWER-IDIOMS-PHRASES

June 7, 2015Uncategorizedshravancharitymission

Shravan charity mission

Purported: Appear to be or do something, especially falsely.
Rime: Frost formed on cold objects by the rapid freezing water vapour in cloud or fog
Hegemonic: Ruling or dominant in a political or social context.
Impinge: To have an effect, especially a negative one.
Prosaic: Having or using the style or diction of prose as opposed to poetry; lacking imaginativeness or originality.
Fulsome: Complimentary or flattering to an excessive degree.
Raconteur: A person who tells anecdotes in a skillful and amusing manner.
Hurtle: Move or cause to move at high speed.
Callow: Inexperienced and immature.
Guffaw: Loud and hearty laugh.
Russet: Reddish brown in colour, rustic, lonely.
Delirium: Restlessness, illusions, incoherence.
Speckled: Covered or marked with a large number of small spots or patches of colour.
Ubiquitous: Present, appearing or found everywhere.
Balk: Hesitate or be unwilling to accept an idea or undertaking.
effrontery: Insolent or impertinent behaviour.
Inchoate:…

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POETRY: WHEN I STUMBLED IN LIFE

June 6, 2015Uncategorizeddark, education, illiteracy, life, light, poem, poetry, skill, spiritual, windmillsshravancharitymission

WHEN I STUMBLED IN LIFE

Whenever I stumbled in life,

It was only because of absence of light,

And the more I allowed darkness to remain and reign,

Is when my light abstained.

For absence of light is dark,

Bereft of eyes is dark,

Absence of knowledge is dark,

For darkness always resides in a care-of.

In the medley of life,

Darkness is death and oxygen is light,

And when the sun-sets, darkness too rests,

But upon sunrise darkness strikes.

Darkness laughs at the failures of light,

But light never finds the trace of darkness,

Darkness thinks light is scared,

When, light doesn’t even get a chance to dare.

In the hot chase of life,

Chase out darkness and bring in light,

For light is the beacon, but darkness a crime,

And, all in the bickering of time.

And ever in the windmills of life,

If darkness strikes,

Blame only yourself,

For you did not follow the light

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

https://kamleshsujata.wordpress.com

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