English Literature – Poetry ☆ My strange encounters with weight ☆ Colonel Jayant Khadilkar

Colonel Jayant Khadilkar

(We proudly welcome Colonel Jayant Khadilkar  on e-abhivyakti.  Colonel Jayant Khadilkar was commissioned in June 1980 into the Corps of Signals. He is an Alumnus of National Defence Academy, Pune and Indian Institute of Science, Bengaluru. Academically brilliant, he was awarded Plaque of Honour in Signals Young Officers Course and Army Chief’s Gold Medal in the Signals Degree Engineering Course. He is an expert in Electronic and Information Warfare.  He was awarded the first prize for his MBA thesis on the use of Decision Making techniques in Electronic Warfare.  Colonel Jayant pursues writing as a hobby, to capture his thoughts on topics of current public interest.  Today, we present his classical poetry My strange encounters with weight  .)

☆ My strange encounters with weight  

 

My first RV with weight was in May 76,

at the pre joining medical for the NDA.

As the scale refused to move beyond 46,

a career in the Army seemed miles away.

 

I looked towards the doctor quizzingly,

outcome of the check up almost certain.

What a relief it was, when he said to me,

Go and eat bananas, minimum half a dozen.

 

Have water in plenty just before you come.

That should help you clear the minimum.

I thanked my stars, seized the opportunity.

The scale, next time, moved closer to fifty.

 

Courtesy the food at the NDA Mess,

coupled with intense physical work out,

weight was added and muscles built too.

I was above the Fly Weight, at fifty-two.

 

For Inter Squadron Boxing Competition,

Fly Weight category already stood taken.

Nominated to fight in the Light Fly Weight.

Pronto, my second encounter with weight.

 

Now I had to weigh between 45 and 48.

That meant a strict control on my diet.

No pastry and coffee, specially the cold one,

and getting wrapped in blankets after a run

 

Many years later, I had the third encounter,

when I was working in the private sector.

Courtesy the roles for which I was picked,

physical exercise got routinely skipped.

 

Frequently on tours, away from home,

Amongst buffet spreads, very inviting,

on savouries and sweets, I had a go,

acidity and indigestion notwithstanding.

 

My weight now measured eighty and two.

My waistline had grown, and tummy too.

As I visited him for a nagging head ache,

pre hyper tension, was the doctor’s take.

 

Very soon, I was prescribed a tablet,

and also had to take a blood sugar test.

Borderline diabetes was the diagnosis.

That made me sit up and take due notice.

 

(To be continued….)

© Col Jayant Khadilkar, Veteran

Pune

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English Literature – Weekly Column – From Nidhi’s Pen # 13 ☆ The Migrant Worker ☆ Dr. Nidhi Jain

Dr. Nidhi Jain  

(Dr. Nidhi Jain is an Assistant Professor at Bharti Vidyapeeth, College of Engineering, Pune. She selected teaching as her profession, but it was a dream to be a litterateur. Her first book कुछ लम्हे  is a culmination of her interest. Her time management of family,  profession (Teaching in engineering science) and literature is exemplary. Today we present her short story with poem “The Migrant Worker“.)

☆ Weekly Column ☆ From Nidhi’s Pen  #13 ☆ 

☆ The Migrant Worker ☆  

I woke up in the morning, in the darkness only small light coming from the night lamp which was hanging on the wall. I started searching for my watch which I keep on my bedside table. It was 4 O’ clock in the morning. I started to toss and turn on my bed. After 15 minute, I started feeling uncomfortable. I wanted to get rid of my bed. The smooth bed, silk bed cover and woolen cozy quilt were not able to comfort me.

I went to the drawing-room which was full of beautifully decorated things. I rolled my eyes on the showcase. I started gazing each and every object sleeping comfortably on the showcase. I consoled myself that they were non-living, without heart and blood. They all beautifully decorated and transported from across the world.

I went outside into the balcony. Night was still holding the dark clouds. The stars were smiling and telling me, “I will go soon from the sky when the big boss sun comes to meet us. The sun is like a policeman for all the stars”. These stars captured and stole the light of the sun. When the sun comes they have to run.  The moon is the leader of all thieves. He remains full night in full swing without taking rest. The moon motivates the star to stay fearlessly in the sky without caring about the guilt of stealing the light.

Street lights were on. The rains drops were dazzling from the sky. They were meant to fall. The leaves of the trees were holding their hands sometimes. But the weight of the rain drops was increasing; the leaves cannot hold the pressure and stress and allow rain drops to fall. The edges of the building were also pushing rain drops to fall because they were meant to fall.

The breeze was touching my cheeks. Hairs were holding the hands of the breeze to fly but not able to leave their roots. The temples of my face were still talking with the worries. The hot air was jumping from my nostril to escape, from the inner lava that makes the eye to remain open.

The eyes were the window for the outer world. The eyelids were stuck on the roof of my eyes, not allowing to shut, which was governed by the chemicals of my brain. The worries were in full swing. They were rolling inside the brain doing all sorts of exercises to keep me awake.

Tensions are the output of all types of exercises the brain does. I was gazing and allowing my ears to do some work.

The only person I saw sleeping comfortably was the migrant worker in the half-constructed building. I stopped myself. I started churning and juicing my tensions. I instructed my mind to throw the dirt of mind. What I was thinking about? Is this way of living? What is my destiny? Peace is the only destiny.

Now the world became pleasant. The ears started listening to the beautiful music of the chirping of the birds. The darkness started fading. The breeze started kissing me. I was here to change myself, not the others. The world was only a reflection of ourselves. The shades of worries started running from my body. I was waiting for the sun to come. Feet started working and took me to the bed. I went to sleep again with a smile on my face.

 

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

Full day he works,

Taking mud and sand,

Never takes rest,

Works his best,

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

 

Night lamps are on or shut,

Nation economics are up or cut,

Rich are behind name or fame,

His hopes are concentrating on work not on dirty game,

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

 

No house, No bank balance,

No insurance, No worries,

Only single bed to sleep,

Days are passed, but nights are only to sleep.

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

©  Dr. Nidhi Jain,  Pune

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English Literature – Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 41 – Arjun receives Brahmasiras ☆ Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem Arjun receives Brahmasiras . )

☆ Weekly column  Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 41

☆ Arjun receives Brahmasiras ☆

  

To the bank of the sacred river Ganga

Drona and his disciple Kuru Princes went one day

As Drona entered the water to bathe

A crocodile grabbed him to everyone’s utter dismay

 

Caught him fiercely and strongly by his thigh

And although he knew how to himself set free

Yet, he summoned all his disciples and yelled,

“From this monster, oh please do save me!”

 

Bewildered the other princes stood

But Arjun quickly aimed at the crocodile;

Five arrows he fired in quick succession

Before the others could, to the facts reconcile.

 

Embracing his pupil Arjun in delight,

Granted him the missile nonpareil and unique.

With a silent mind and body he accepted

Brahmashiras, along with secrets of its use mystique.

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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English Literature ☆ Weekly Column – Abhivyakti # 20 ☆ Some lines…. between the lines! ☆ Hemant Bawankar

Hemant Bawankar

(All of the literature written by me was for self satisfaction. Now I started sharing them with you all. Every person has two characters. One is visible and another is invisible. This poem shows us mirror.  Today, I present my contemporary poem ‘Some lines…. between the lines!’This poem has been cited from my book “The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.))

My introduction is available on following links.

☆ Weekly Column – Abhivyakti # 20 

☆  Some lines…. between the lines! ☆

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

We came in the world

to learn and try

Not for suicide

and not for die!

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

I’m wandering

between

birthplace and graveyard.

I’m hanging

between

painful birth and dangerous death!

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

You born alone

and

you will die alone.

But,

you can’t live alone.

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

Death after birth

is definite

and

tracks from birth to death

is the definition of life!

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

© Hemant Bawankar

Pune

9th August 1977

 

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ The Ultimate Truth… ☆ Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

(We are extremely thankful to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji for sharing his literary and artworks with e-abhivyakti.  An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. Presently, working as Senior Advisor, C-DAC in Artificial Intelligence and HPC Group; and involved in various national-level projects.

Today, we present a poetry depicting the ultimate truth of life, written by Captain Pravin Raghuwanshi ji in loving memory of his mother. Yes, it is true the ultimate destination of all human beings is Panchtatva that connotes the five elements i.e. Ether (Akash), Wind (Vayu), Fire (Agni), Water (Jal) and Earth (Prithvi).  We are emotionally with Captain Pravin Raghuwanshi ji at this moment of grief by praying almighty that may his mother’s  soul rest in peace. 

☆  The Ultimate Truth… ☆

(We dedicate today’s issue of e-abhivyakti in honour of respected mother Late Durga Singh Raghuvanshi ji.)

 

In midst of crowd of

Some royal paths

Some golden lanes,

Few roads of luxurious opulence

Many avenues of extravagance,’

Numerous gleaming pathways of possessions,

There remains a solitary

narrow dusty track

As a sentinel of aspirations of soil

Keeping alive the potential of

grass to grow, again and again

I’ve always listened to my heart

Each time, at every crossroad

I chose the dusty trail…

 

O’ laughers of my lonely journey!

O’ choosers of luxurious paths!

One day, you’ll have to return to me

Like bird flying high returning

to earth, to perch in its nest…

No matter, however high you fly,

No matter, however much you amass…

 

No matter, however much you

indulge in limitless luxuries,

Mingling of your perishable body in the mother earth,

And, the grass abode being your final shelter

Is the ultimate truth…!

 

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

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English Literature – Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 40 – Realization…. ☆ Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem Realization…. .  This poem  is from her book “The Frozen Evenings”.)

☆ Weekly column  Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 39 

☆ Realization…. ☆

Time, like wind,

Often uproots you and throws you

Akin to a muddied yellow leaf

On untrodden paths

Making you feel defenceless!

 

You realize

The futility of your existence,

You fathom out slowly

That you are a zilch,

You don’t even know

Where your future is going to take you!

 

In this state of utter helplessness,

One fine day,

The realization dawns

That though the trail

May be of a muddied yellow leaf,

But you are not actually one;

You have the power

To steer your life’s car

With full force and conviction

And take it to a desired destination

With efforts and sincerity!

 

You insert the key,

You blow the horn,

And then march ahead

Like an enlightened Buddha!

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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Shri Jagat Singh Bisht

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English Literature – Weekly Column – From Nidhi’s Pen # 10 ☆ Chemistry Teacher ☆ Dr. Nidhi Jain

Dr. Nidhi Jain  

(Dr. Nidhi Jain is an assistant professor at Bharti Vidyapeeth, College of Engineering, Pune. She selected teaching as her profession, but it was a dream to be a litterateur. Her first book कुछ लम्हे  is a culmination of her interest. Her time management of family,  profession (Teaching in engineering science) and literature is exemplary. Today we present her poem “Chemistry teacher “.)

☆ Weekly Column ☆ From Nidhi’s Pen  #10 ☆ 

☆ Chemistry teacher 

 

Though I am a chemistry teacher,

but I never understand the chemical bond acting between the friendship.

 

Though I am a chemistry teacher,

but I never understand the mechanism of relationship.

 

Though I am a chemistry teacher,

but I never understand the fusion of thoughts that trigger anger.

 

Though I am a chemistry teacher,

but I never understand the catalyst that that makes people happy.

 

Though I am a chemistry teacher,

but I never understand magnetism that holds the bond of marriage.

 

Though I am a chemistry teacher,

but I never understand the physical and chemical reaction in human brains that brings war among human being.

 

Though I am a chemistry teacher,

but I never understand the enzymatic reaction why God implanted corona virus on human being

 

©  Dr. Nidhi Jain,  Pune

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English Literature – Weekly column ☆ Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 39 – Providence…. ☆ Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. Her beloved genre is poetry. Today we present her poem Providence…. .  This poem  is from her book “The Frozen Evenings”.)

☆ Weekly column  Poetic World of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra # 39

☆ Providence…. ☆

You are just a straw

Floating with the gush of wind,

Going wherever destiny takes you.

 

Your finiteness

In the vastness of infiniteness

Is just an illusion

Making you falsely fantasise your worth.

 

Your knowledge, wisdom or health

May only give you inner strength

To dree the inevitable,

Your faith, commitment and character

May make you prudent

To face the inexorable;

But your path still remains undefined,

You still remain weightless

In the entirety of the universe.

 

The flow of life,

Depends not upon the straw,

But the wind that carries it.

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

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English Literature – Poetry ☆ Anonymous litterateur of Social Media# 8 ☆ गुमनाम साहित्यकारों की कालजयी रचनाओं का भावानुवाद ☆ कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी, एन एम्

कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी, एन एम्

(हम कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी जी द्वारा ई-अभिव्यक्ति के साथ उनकी साहित्यिक और कला कृतियों को साझा करने के लिए उनके बेहद आभारी हैं। आईआईएम अहमदाबाद के पूर्व छात्र कैप्टन प्रवीण जी ने विभिन्न मोर्चों पर अंतरराष्ट्रीय स्तर एवं राष्ट्रीय स्तर पर देश की सेवा की है। वर्तमान में सी-डैक के आर्टिफिशियल इंटेलिजेंस और एचपीसी ग्रुप में वरिष्ठ सलाहकार के रूप में कार्यरत हैं साथ ही विभिन्न राष्ट्र स्तरीय परियोजनाओं में शामिल हैं।

स्मरणीय हो कि विगत 9-11 जनवरी  2020 को  आयोजित अंतरराष्ट्रीय  हिंदी सम्मलेन,नई दिल्ली  में  कैप्टन  प्रवीण रघुवंशी जी  को  “भाषा और अनुवाद पर केंद्रित सत्र “की अध्यक्षता  का अवसर भी प्राप्त हुआ। यह सम्मलेन इंद्रप्रस्थ महिला महाविद्यालय, दिल्ली विश्वविद्यालय द्वारा न्यूयॉर्क विश्वविद्यालय, दक्षिण एशियाई भाषा कार्यक्रम तथा कोलंबिया विश्वविद्यालय, हिंदी उर्दू भाषा के कार्यक्रम के सहयोग से आयोजित  किया गया था। इस  सम्बन्ध में आप विस्तार से निम्न लिंक पर क्लिक कर पढ़ सकते हैं :

हिंदी साहित्य – आलेख ☆ अंतर्राष्ट्रीय हिंदी सम्मेलन ☆ कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी, एन एम्

☆ Anonymous Litterateur of Social Media # 8/सोशल मीडिया के गुमनाम साहित्यकार # 8 ☆ 

आज सोशल मीडिया गुमनाम साहित्यकारों के अतिसुन्दर साहित्य से भरा हुआ है। प्रतिदिन हमें अपने व्हाट्सप्प / फेसबुक / ट्विटर / यूअर कोट्स / इंस्टाग्राम आदि पर हमारे मित्र न जाने कितने गुमनाम साहित्यकारों के साहित्य की विभिन्न विधाओं की ख़ूबसूरत रचनाएँ साझा करते हैं। कई  रचनाओं के साथ मूल साहित्यकार का नाम होता है और अक्सर अधिकतर रचनाओं के साथ में उनके मूल साहित्यकार का नाम ही नहीं होता। कुछ साहित्यकार ऐसी रचनाओं को अपने नाम से प्रकाशित करते हैं जो कि उन साहित्यकारों के श्रम एवं कार्य के साथ अन्याय है। हम ऐसे साहित्यकारों  के श्रम एवं कार्य का सम्मान करते हैं और उनके कार्य को उनका नाम देना चाहते हैं।

सी-डैक के आर्टिफिशियल इंटेलिजेंस और एचपीसी ग्रुप में वरिष्ठ सलाहकार तथा हिंदी, संस्कृत, उर्दू एवं अंग्रेजी भाषाओँ में प्रवीण  कैप्टन  प्रवीण रघुवंशी जी ने  ऐसे अनाम साहित्यकारों की  असंख्य रचनाओं  का कठिन परिश्रम कर अंग्रेजी भावानुवाद  किया है। यह एक विशद शोध कार्य है  जिसमें उन्होंने अपनी पूरी ऊर्जा लगा दी है। 

इन्हें हम अपने पाठकों से साझा करने का प्रयास कर रहे हैं । उन्होंने पाठकों एवं उन अनाम साहित्यकारों से अनुरोध किया है कि कृपया सामने आएं और ऐसे अनाम रचनाकारों की रचनाओं को उनका अपना नाम दें। 

कैप्टन  प्रवीण रघुवंशी जी ने भगीरथ परिश्रम किया है और इसके लिए उन्हें साधुवाद। वे इस अनुष्ठान का श्रेय  वे अपने फौजी मित्रों को दे रहे हैं।  जहाँ नौसेना मैडल से सम्मानित कैप्टन प्रवीण रघुवंशी सूत्रधार हैं, वहीं कर्नल हर्ष वर्धन शर्मा, कर्नल अखिल साह, कर्नल दिलीप शर्मा और कर्नल जयंत खड़लीकर के योगदान से यह अनुष्ठान अंकुरित व पल्लवित हो रहा है। ये सभी हमारे देश के तीनों सेनाध्यक्षों के कोर्स मेट हैं। जो ना सिर्फ देश के प्रति समर्पित हैं अपितु स्वयं में उच्च कोटि के लेखक व कवि भी हैं। वे स्वान्तः सुखाय लेखन तो करते ही हैं और साथ में रचनायें भी साझा करते हैं।

☆ गुमनाम साहित्यकार की कालजयी  रचनाओं का अंग्रेजी भावानुवाद ☆

(अनाम साहित्यकारों  के शेर / शायरियां / मुक्तकों का अंग्रेजी भावानुवाद)

 

कौन कहता है कि

दिल सिर्फ सीने में होता है…

तुमको लिखूँ तो

मेरी उँगलियाँ भी धड़कती हैं…

 

 Who says that

 Heart is in chest only

 My fingers also throb

 When I write to you…!

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

 

गर यूँही घर में बैठा रहा

मार डालेगी तनहाइयाँ…

चल चलें मैखाने में जरा

ये फ़ना दिल बहल जायेगा…

 

If I keep staying at home like this

The aloofness is going to  kill me

O’ dear  let’s  just  go to the bar…

This dying heart will come alive!

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

 

इक किस्सा अधूरे इश्क़ का

आज भी है दरम्यान तेरे मेरे…

हैं मौजूद साहिलों की रेत पे

पैरों के कुछ निशान तेरे मेरे…

 

A tale of inconclusive love still

exists between us, even today…

Few of our footprints are still

Present on the sand of shores…

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

 

मरता तो कोई नही

किसी के प्यार में…

बस यादें कत्ल करती

रहती है किश्तों-किश्तों में…

 

Nobody ever dies in

someone’s  love…

In installments just the

Memories  keep killing you…

❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃ ❃

 

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

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