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    Each morning as I walk up to the flowing rivulet near the small hillock that lies above my picturesque hamlet I get to feel the power of silence. Looks like everything around is trying to say something by remaining quiet. And on my way up as my steps take to the natural rhythm. It gives me a supernatural feel as if the hillock is the insurmountable head of Shiva. And the flora and fauna around are his deep rooted jatas and the rivulet is the humble adornment of Namami Gange. And where, both are in a stance to bless me and perhaps, they are also saying something when you distinctly hear the dribble upstream.

    Everything around is so very still. Is when, you get to feel, silence is the loudest explosion on earth. Very faintly at a distance you can now hear the horn of passing car that was not there earlier. Man has made mechanical inroads to most hideouts of nature. There is a chirping shemozzle that sounds like music in the bird’s camp that is only ratcheting as the dawn is broad banding. Some of them really don’t know what to do except for fluttering here and there for want of food. Few mongrels have just got up as the morning rays strike their eyes when they start stretching themselves. The flying butterflies as if have started a troupe dance to honour the morning rays of the sun. And one can indistinctly hear the mooing of the cows from the barn that only tells you that the village has woken up for the day.

    I halt to catch my breath is when I turn back. The hamlet looks much smaller than its actual size. Sights at times change even when reality doesn’t. I continue with my walk. There are no human beings here and so there is no ruckus. I’m all by myself. This is how I came and this is how I’ll go, all alone.

    I leisurely reach the top from where I get the divine view of my beloved village down below. I wonder what it must have taken Almighty to create this wonderful settlement. Perhaps even exotic creations are a small thing for him. There is a sudden drift in the direction of the breeze that only tells me to accept the ensuing change and there is no reason to feel lonely. For there is enough in nature to give you company when there is no human company around you. But you need to explore it.

    And like every day, I sit there for sometime, interacting, with my mother of all times, that is mother earth. This is where she caresses me. The intensity of which is equivalent to the intensity of the aromatic breeze that touches me all over. The shrill calls of some mynahs that have just landed there, give me a feel as if she’s trying to say you are not alone and I’m there. I feel rejuvenated. But it is time to head home now. So, I start the descent back. Where, on the way I come across a few goats and some cows as if giving me a standing ovation to my victory over loneliness. Is when I start humming the evergreen song of Kishore da … Zindagi ka safar, hai ya kaisa safar, koi samjha nahi koi jana nahi.

   (In today’s day and age loneliness is a huge social problem. It is not always possible for parents to be with their children and for children to be with their parents. But you still need to live it out and live it out grandly. So move out of your loneliness and explore the nature. For it has a cure for every life situation)

By Kamlesh Tripathi







    Moms are special. They are never too old for their children. They continue to bless. Even more special are their memories, when they are gone. That keeps rocking you, all your life. Look after her as long as she’s alive. As beyond that it is only sad remembrance. Few lines in her honour.



Years don’t distort,

Time doesn’t warp,

Lifetime doesn’t blot,

Mother’s priceless memories,

 Always remains atop.


Even when I know you’re not there,

Yet there is always something,

 That tells me,

You’re somewhere here and there,

Along my life and for my care.


In the measure of time,

You carried me up to nine,

Then cradled me with all the rhymes,

You fed me to grind,

And taught me to shine.


My maiden friend,

The first to comprehend,

My lifelong mentor,

And evergreen centre.


In the shackles of time

You were always mine,

But when shackles unshackled,

God took you away in no time.


And since you’ve gone

Life is bereft of umpteen charms,

But the soul connect is still alive,

That revives the vibes

And that’s how life thrives.


Of all you taught me,

Each virtue is still refreshed,

I May have forgotten school,

But you’re still afresh.


As time passes,

More of it comes along,

Just as your loving memories,

That keeps coming on and on.


Ma you’ll never fade,

You’ll always shine like the jade,

As long as I live,

And even beyond my days.




By Kamlesh Tripathi

FLAMBOYANT parents student 2 student simple

There were two college students who stayed in the same society. They both were in class XII, but in different colleges, and they both had working parents. And one out of them was very flamboyant, just like his parents, who only believed in telling the world how well they were doing, and even more, how well their child was doing in college. And, they had nursed, big ambitions, that their child will qualify into the best of professional colleges, from where no dream will be impossible.

The other student was rather subdued, again like his parents, and used to spend, a lot of time, in understanding the merit and sweat required to get into a professional course through competition, vis-a-vis his own capabilities.

And after clearing class XII exams, the subdued student took to the first professional course that he could qualify in, and went his way, while the flamboyant student decided to pursue higher and tougher ambitions based on his parent’s advice and his own overconfidence.

Some years had passed when the subdued student after completing his professional degree had taken up a job in a midsize company, while the flamboyant student along with his parents was still busy making lofty plans of conquering the world for himself.

He kept trying for the best institutes when he couldn’t get into average ones. He became very selective on what he wanted to do, without ever assessing his own capabilities. And a day came when he was neither in any professional college nor in a job, whereas the subdued student had completed half a decade of service and was now a manager in a big company.

Children are like books. And unless you read the book end-to-end, you will neither understand the narration, plot, nor the end of the book. Many parents are very good at reading only the first chapter of their child’s book and that too again and again, and that alone satisfies them beyond compare. They do not take the trouble of reading their child’s book end-to-end. And this creates a lot of dissonance between what a child can do and what he is told to do.

And, mind you the book, on its own, will never come and tell you, the narration, plot and the end. On the contrary you will have to make an effort to read it.

And to know your child read the complete book; read all the chapters and that will give a very clear view of his liking, desires, aspirations and capabilities vis-a-vis available opportunities.

And the book of your child is as interesting as any other best-seller you might be reading now. So, let it just not lie, in your library. Pick it up and read it now. And I’m sure once you go through it you’ll feel like reading it again and again, and from time to time.




By Kamlesh Tripathi

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    A poor and elderly couple, without fail used to visit a small railway station of a small town every day in the morning and evening. There, they used to wait for a particular passenger train. That used to arrive at six in the morning. The same train used to return at seven in the evening. Where, again they used to wait for its arrival. And when the train used to leave. They used to return to their home empty handed.

    But in the five minutes that the train halted. The couple used to go in opposite directions. One towards the engine and the other towards the end of the train. As if looking for someone, and often they used to call out a particular name.

    In the same platform there was a tea vendor. Who, had his tea stall there, for many years. He used to light his gas stove at 6 in the morning to make tea. His first customers used to be out of the same passenger train. For which this elderly couple used to come and wait each morning and evening.

    The tea vendor used to glimpse the couple quite attentively each day. Even while doing his brisk business. The passenger train was rarely late. And after midnight it used to be the first train in the morning.

    One morning when the train arrived as usual. The elderly couple went in opposite directions, calling out the same name. But as the train trickled out of the platform. They came and sat near the staircase trying to catch their breath.

    The tea vendor who used to watch them from a distance each day could not hold his inquisition today. He walked up to the elderly couple and asked,

    ‘I have being watching you both, coming to this platform, without fail, for years. What do you come here for? Are you looking for someone?’ He asked in a concerned tone.

    The couple looked at each other and the elderly man in a hesitant and guilty tone said,

    ‘Babuji some fifteen years back. In the same passenger train. We had left behind, three of our children, because we didn’t have money to feed them. So we come here looking for them. We shout for the elder one. Who was six then. Thinking he will remember his name and respond. But till date we have not met with any success.’

    This is poverty at its worst. It is a true story. In life we often get upset over minor things, even when God has given us everything. Remember, destiny can be extremely kind to some, and extremely harsh to others. So thank God, for each iota of goodness that you have in your life.




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ALLURING MIRAGE OF Raj estate-Ludhiana

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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  •  ‘Papa ji, my friend who recently went to Toronto was telling me around ten to fifteen lacs, when his Parents are still supporting him till he finds a job. O-O Daddy ji, it is very, very tough these days.’ replied Mandeep.
  • Soon the ambience at home deteriorated. Fun, cheer, smiles were replaced by gloom and suspicion. Rapid degradation followed in interpersonal. The boisterous evenings that saw all the three brothers clanging their glasses, nibbling rich snacks in the lawns of the Kothi had turned turtle.
  • Mandeep, had married a girl of Canadian origin without informing his Parents. Jasmeet invited Jasvinder and Sukhbir for his wedding to a Tamilian software engineer but they refused to attend.
  • A gloom had set in around the clan. Rajs were now past sixty … senior citizens. Some even had health problems. Banto, had recently informed Gurdeep that Upinder and Lovely had visited PGI Chandigarh a couple of times. Perhaps, between them someone was not well.”

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