“I am Shyam, you?” the boy asked Mohan. “Mohan, that wouldn’t trouble you anymore I guess” beams Mohan pointing to the bicycle. Both had two rounds of bicycle ride and got introduced at the third and were panting. It was good that Mohan had a company now. Mohan asks the boy after noticing for 15 days that these people don’t play anything and if he has any friends. “Yes, I have many friends at school and in our colony” replies Shyam “Which school are you going take admission? Come to my school!” ask Shyam after knowing that Mohan was going to study here now. Shyam is 12+ now and goes to Cambridge school. Mohan says that he isn’t aware of his parents plan but can insist upon. “That works best!” Exclaims Shyam “What else do you play apart from cycling? Cricket, basketball, Ningorrucha, Hide and Seek or cards?” asks Shyam. “All of them, it is just that I don’t have my friends to play with, so for now I have been playing contra and watching TV whole day” Mohan tells the boy. “No problem! You have got a friend now and we have good gang out there in colony too, they are for now out on vacation so I am alone too. We cannot play cricket however can play cards if you want!” Shyam says excitedly. “No, I guess my Mom won’t allow in-house games at least this time. She insists upon me to go out and play outdoor games” Mohan says with little lowness in voice. “Oh, I think that isn’t a problem! We can play at my place!” Says Shyam in excitement and that worked for them as Shyam doesn’t have much of restrictions as long as he did something productive for himself. Shyam’s mother is a housewife and in a city like this there is hardly anything to do for anyone but for housewives I believe there is a lot. They can make food for their pupils and friends of pupil!
More will follow soon…stay tuned!
The post is continued from “The world of Sanity and Sincerity”…
There were kids from all ages. Some were skating, Cycling, playing badminton, cricket at every different corner of this D shaped colony. Mohan was cycling a 19th day no progress yet, hardly any friends. Mom and Dad had been good friends at home for him but actual friends are those where he can play with them on the ground or in some cases this D shaped road. The school was to start next week onwards until then Mohan had to face irony of being alone doing nothing. His whole day was in front of TV screen, either playing contra, racing game or cartoon. However his Mother had given strict warning after 5pm no TV and he would go out playing. “Mom, I don’t have any friends here yet! Who am I supposed to play with?” Mohan Said. “Unless you go out, you won’t make any”, replied Mom. “But they aren’t going to be my friends” Mohan tells his mom and leaves to play his bicycle. Today he counters’ a boy who lives next to his house, taking his bicycle out and fidgeting with its’ chain. Mohan thought he could help him but went against it. He took one round around the colony; the boy was still there trying to place chain in its actual position. Mohan thought he would be able to do it by himself as Mohan had himself done that after watching his Dad do that. After some three rounds, Mohan couldn’t help but ask, “Hey, can I help?” the boy didn’t pay attention and was busy with placing chain on its place, now all looking greasy. Mohan parks his bicycle and goes near the boy and says “I can fix that, do you want me to help?” The boy looks up frustrated “Sure, if you can, I hate every time it happens” Mohan “Looks pretty greasy huh? Looks like recently done oiling?” “Yeah” the boy says. Mohan asked boy to hold cycle tilted so he could begin his maneuver. It looked very simple, Mohan put half of chain on the chain wheel and moved forward peddle and within seconds chain was in its place. The boy seemed really eased and thanked Mohan for his help and asked if he could play with him….
More to follow on coming Sunday 22nd Jan.
It was cool evening, sun was about to set after illuminating its golden colors on the earth in this part of world. Mohan was having his bicycle ride in the locality. The place is called ‘Shanti-Niketan’ colony, means abode of peace. He is hardly 13 and has first time ever changed his school, unlike army people, their kids may never know when they have to say goodbye to their friends. Mohan knew when he was to change his school, he was more understanding. He never complained his parents about his discomfort. They were loving and supportive. Today it was 15th day he was all alone without any acquaintances in the locality enjoying his bicycle ride. It is joy to cycle and good for health as well, especially people in 40s. Because they only work in office which doesn’t require much of a physical stress, go home eat dinner and sleep, no physical activity hence risk of being overweight. So it is always better that one does some exercise in order to stay fit, cycling is good option. The locality is built in way that main housing line makes the shape D and then the D broken by a horizontal line in south side which has few houses too making one more road inside the colony. The road inside the colony is bigger than the main road at right side of D, hence more space to play on road for kids, and the road is less busy as it doesn’t link any main road. Inside this D is a garden as well which is now cemented as the grass was replaced by cemented tiles. The place is pretty awesome to stay at, with cool people to chat with…more will follow on Wednesday 18th Jan.
If I love someone that is you
If hate something that is time,
Longer the time without your presence, more I feel your absence.
I hate the day in which your presence is missing. No daylight shines better than your presence.
Because you are my sunshine.
I know distance helps grow love.
The only envy I now have is time.
I wish I could buy all that so that I could stay besides my sunshine forever and ever after.
You may not fathom how deep my love is, that I would even break the code that controls the time my shine, because you are my sunshine.
Note: This is another attempt to write a poem. Suggestions are always welcome 🙂
Days pass by yet hope hops
For the person who will never be part of life.
I am a dead end to my future if I keep it alive in me.
Though crazier part soothes me, there is a chance
Sane part of me, insists not at all
That very person who ignited the spark
In a place where brightest light couldn’t travel
Left me in a state of hollowness, now and forever forth.
But days pass by and hope still hops on
Light will light up darkness, as is the case
Shining would be hope yet again,
No darkness would dare to cross paths
This time light follows, prevailing
Days pass by yet hope hops.
**** End ****
Note: I have never written a poem yet nor do I understand anything about it. I felt that i should go on with whatever that comes to my mind and post it here. I don’t intend writing poems as I am interested in story telling. I am struggling to find a genre yet but once I do, nothing will stop me.