Thursday, October 28, 2010

Uncle Perd

In the hamlet of Lusania lived an uncle, uncle Perd.
He sat under the roof made up of banyan bower,
And he went to the river for shower.
In the evenings he would wander in the woods,
And in dawn would stroll in his boots.
Nobody knew why uncle Perd was so weird.
Nobody knew reason to his obsession with children, birds and beard.
Neither did uncle Perd.
But he could feel when he was near,
He had felt it when he was right there.
But what fascinated children of Lusania most was his beard.
Uncle Perd grew long, curly, white beard,
Which grew miles every year.
Uncle Perd loved to wash it, trim and take care.
Uncle Perd didn't know that he once upon a time was a seer.

One evening when he was under the Banyan tree,
Peter was wandering there free.
He asked Peter to tell him what he feels about him,
Peter said “I think you are a tree.”
Something dawned upon Uncle Perd that day,
He had no more words to say.
He just smiled wide and weird,
And would dance in air floating his beard
And one day Uncle Perd just disappeared!
They searched every house, they searched every route,
But of Uncle Perd they had no clue.
And one evening when Peter sat to think,
Something in his mind started to blink!
He turned to the woods; he went in there to see
He found Uncle Perd with beard turned into a banyan tree!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Missing You!

In the summer of 2003 Pratima decided to spend the vacations in her paternal village. She had not visited it in quite a long time and was quite excited about it and took her six years old son, Betu, along. The journey to Indian villages are tiring ones. Crumbled roads, poor transportation, crowded buses, chattering people and to make things worse there is always some kid crying in the nearest seat. It takes spirits to reach there!

Somehow they reached the place and soon as they had stepped a few yards in, they found a very rare and amazing thing-this place had not lost its sanctity of being a traditional Indian village. Pictures of wheat fields, mango trees, sparrows, swans, parrots, kids running after ice cream wala, tattered huts, mud walls, groups of old men and women sitting and gossiping under trees...all surrounded them. It was a
blessing to be there, away from the noise of machines, away from fake pretensions and computer lives, away from the blind run after money, away from the scarcities and tensions of life, in just a perfect dream world. They walked through the path made of stones, mud and rubble to reach home where grandmother was waiting with water to sprinkle around and get rid of any evil-eye that might have caught.

Days started to pass and Betu free from the clutches of mother made his own friends and gang. Pratima also lost in the feeling of the place and meeting relatives forgot to instruct her son about the behaviour and manners lesson. One day she was cooking meal with grandmother in the kitchen. When she came out she found her son sitting on the floor which was made of slurry of cow dung and was staining the clothes. She had not met Betu properly for the last few days and seeing him in this manner made her angry. Enraged she started scolding him and asked to find a better place to sit and not soil the clothes. Hurt and in tears the son left. Pratima felt worse, coming to the new place had took her attention off the child and when he was there only thing she could do was to scold him because she was missing him so much! She sat there thinking and carrying on with the work.

After an hour Betu returned and said,
"Mother! I have found the better place"
Surprised the mother thought that may be he has found some garden nearby or place under some tree and other things that a child's mind could conceive of and asked, "Where?"
"Would you let me be there?"
"Yes my son but where is it?"
Suddenly Betu cornered all the things,work scattered around his mother and sat on her lap saying, "Mother i looked everywhere but i did not find a place dearer than this."
Amazed by the act of child the mother did not know what so say, she hugged him tightly and said "I missed you!"

When i heard this story from my sister i was awestruck not only because how innocent, candid and uncluttered a child's mind is but also because what it taught me.
We are all finding our better places but we are all sitting elsewhere soiling our clothes. But the best place of everyone is known in one's heart, its just a little courage we need to ask it to ourselves and confront it with uncluttered candid mind.
And your best place...it's always missing you!