CREATIVE WRITING

एक श्रधांजलि: लिंक रोड के पेड़ों को

(डॉ. देवश्री चक्रवर्ती की कविता)

कैसी ये प्रगति की राह है

कैसा ये परिवर्तन का दौर

आज निस्तेज पड़े है, हर पग देखो

एक और मेरे शहर की रूह

बूढ़ी इन कंधो में न जाने

कितनी किलकारियां थी गूंजी

असख्य आजानुबाहु ने

न जाने कितनो को तपिश से दी थी राहत

मेरे शहर के ये बूढ़े पहरेदार

आज लहू लुहान पड़े है देखो

जिनको देख हम सभी पले है

आज निरंकुश लोभ के हाथ चढ़े है देखो

हमारे हर पल के साथी-सुबह की वो स्कूल की सवारी

दोस्तों के साथ एक चाय की प्याली

या फिर नए नए-नए कालेज में उस नए दोस्त की यारी;

हर पल के हमारे ये साथी

आज धराशाई हो ज़मिदोज हुए है

पर कितने है हम उनके पुराने साथी

जो एक अलविदा कहने को ठहरे

नाम आँखों और भारी दिल से

एक आखरी उनके पल को सहेजे

आज मिट कर भी वो हमे कुछ और दुआ ही दे गए होंगे

हमारी इस अंधी प्रगति की दौड़ को

कुछ और आसान कर गए होंगे.

अब कभी इन थकी आँखों को

उनकी हरित छवि न दिखेगी

गर्म तेज  तपिश से हाय

अब कभी बोज़िल इस मन को

कोई रहत नहीं मिलेगी.

आज उनके बलिदान की कहानी

अनसुनी ही भुला दिए जायेंगे

प्रगतिशील इस दौड़ में हाय

अब कुर्बान कौन है होगा

आज वो थे कल कही कोई और होगा.

Joy of Giving

                                                                              -Dr. Shrabani Chakravarti

  

At this hour of night

When darkness surrounds the blurry sight

Sleep is miles away from my eyes

All I see is the black cloudy sky

And emptiness creeps in

And makes my mind to think

About the modern times

Where life has been reduced

To a machine

Running in the rat race of;

  24 x 7 is now routine

Care, concern, emotion and feelings

Seems lost for fellow beings

A heart devoid of love has forgot its role

A feeling of compassion for the needy soul

To pour a handful of rice into his bowl

Cries of hunger lost its voice

Failing to reach among man machine and noise,                           

Life on the pavement simply waits

Be it chilly winter, hot summer or rainy day

My heart cries out in silence for children in street

Pray Almighty for their agony to retreat

Let us awake in dawn filled with splendid sunshine

Arise and know our real strength

Help those whose basic amenities are deprived.

Let’s spread some warmth and joy in their life

To a child’s face or on an Old man’s dying hopes.

The joy of giving…

Little beads of grains or a warm piece of wrap

A slight charity of love and smiles

To enhance their life and bring peace to my eyes

This little joy of giving will turn into pure bliss

 While watching an innocent soul enveloped with serenity

And light their lives with rays of hopes and sunshine

And for us to achieve the happiness,

That money can never buy.

 ************************

DEENU

(A Short Story)

                                                                                                                 By: Dr. G. A. Ghanshyam

“How dare you say so?” a loud voice came from the drawing room. I was taken aback to know that Deenu was rebuked by my sister-in-law.

Deenu came to our house when he was just five years old. His parents left him on the road. Wandering from one place to another, he got settled at our house when my father took him in. My father was kind enough to take care of his future. He started growing up with our children as our own family member. Though there were tensions related to his existence within the four walls of my house, but as the time passed, his existence assimilated with our own.

He was sent to a government school nearby so that he could become literate. Children of our house were sent to convent schools where a huge amount of donation was paid for their admission with a hope that they will cultivate human aspects to lead their life successfully.

It was common phenomenon in my house to scold Deenu, as he was the soft target for each one of us. Our children were very friendly with Deenu and use to spend a lot of time with him. The reflection of convent education could be seen in the personality of Deenu too. We too were very happy to see Deenu growing with our children. Our children started learning the in and out of life and the nuances of it from Deenu.

As the days passed by everything was moving with a medium pace. One day my father was seriously ill and was rushed to the hospital. After examining him, the doctor told us that both the kidneys are damaged and we need to transplant the kidney within a week. We were shocked and couldn’t think of any other alternatives. Our children were at Bangalore and Mumbai working with their companies. Deenu was with us taking care of our household work. We discussed the condition of our father at home and contacted our children too. After a long discussion, it was decided unanimously that I will donate my kidney. The next day the test for matching the kidney was done and the date of operation was decided.

“Hello! Can I speak to Rahul’s father?” an unknown voice broke the silence. I talked to the unknown voice and found him to be my son’s friend. He told that Rahul, my son was admitted into the hospital as he had fallen ill. I rushed to Bangalore and asked my family members to consult the doctor to postpone the date of kidney transplantation. After three days, late in the night, I received a call from our family doctor stating about my father’s successful kidney transplantation. I was shocked to know that. I wanted to enquire, but the doctor disconnected the phone. I rang up my wife to enquire about the details. She told me that my brother has donated his kidney as he didn’t want to postpone the date of the operation.

The next day, I took the flight and reached home. My brother was in the office. I went to the office directly and enquired about the operation. To my surprise he told me that he hasn’t donated the kidney and was out of town for meeting. We decided to meet the doctor and rushed to the hospital. The doctor was busy with his patients. We waited outside his cabin and I was wandering in the verandah. Suddenly I saw a man lying on the bed in the ward and his face resembled Deenu. I abruptly went up to him and found him to be Deenu. Deenu told me that he was unwell and got admitted to the hospital. I enquired my wife who told me that Deenu has gone to his village to meet his relatives.

I interrogated Deenu but he couldn’t speak. Suddenly my brother came running to me with the doctor and told me that Deenu is the ‘life giver’ to our father by donating his kidney. No words came out of my mouth and we were on our ‘knees’ before the ‘kid’ Deenu who left us dumbfounded.

**********

LIFE

                                                                                                   By: Dr. G.A. Ghanshyam

Collecting all your sweet emotions,

At every juncture of your life,

Don’t keep your heart dark,

Light the candle of faith.

                        Let’s not be disappointed from life, my friend,

                        Keep smiling at every moment of time.

                        Though sadness is filled in our life

                        Create hope forever, and live along.

                                    If life is sad today,

                                    Happiness will bloom tomorrow.

                                    Life will not bow its head down,

                                    Will surely celebrate the struggle.

                                               

                                                Be proud of your life,

                                                When it sheds tears or pearls.

                                                Mixing sadness and happiness,

                                                Life just laughs, laughs and laughs.