Wednesday, September 16, 2020

A Beautiful Beginning

 

Udaan! Ekalavya! SOFOSH!  These are the 3 names, very close to my heart and which have shaped my attitude towards life.

 

I started my professional career, in an organization where CSR had been imbibed in the firm’s culture, but I used to wonder – “What’s in it for me?”  I would like to share with you 3 sets of life experiences where I walked away with an answer to this simple question.

 

 

One of the first opportunities that came my way was through my association with SOFOSH. This required me to work with toddlers who had been abandoned by their parents/relatives and were now housed inside a government hospital. Many of these kids were physically or mentally challenged. Some of the smiling faces and giggling sounds were of kids who sadly had just a few more months left in this world.

 

Taking sweets or chocolates on the first day, for a bunch of 2 – 5 year olds seemed most apt, given that it is usually rare for kids to not like such treats. Imagine our surprise when we realised that all that these kids wanted was just to be picked up.  Yes! Not the delicacies, but just to be picked up in our arms.  Yet, when we tried to pick them up, we were admonished by the caretakers. They knew this would condition the kids to demand more of it once we left.

 

I was shocked.. I had never realized the importance of simple gestures in life and probably was more materialistic, but that experience was an eye opener for me.

 

 

As I continued my CSR journey, I joined another initiative called Ekalavya. This involved working with the children of commercial sex workers.

 

I expected this to be far easier, considering that they were relatively older (8 years and above) and healthier kids. I was wrong. The living conditions were inhumane, to say the least, but that wasn’t the biggest surprise. Our group was oblivious to the fact that these innocent souls did not understand the concept of a conventional male-female relationship. During our first interaction with these kids, we were asked intriguing questions, which we were ill equipped to answer, given that we went there as a mixed gender group of volunteers. They didn’t even know the things we take for granted in the outside world, such as a shopping mall, a zoo or a park. Taking them out of their shell to a normal world was the most difficult project I had ever handled….. and possibly ever will.

 

 

After a few years, I joined an organisation in Mumbai and almost immediately joined one of its CSR initiatives – called Udaan.  I’m a proud member of Team Udaan working with underprivileged kids from slums in and around Powai.  Around 4.5 years back, when we started working with them, we had to teach them to read, not just in English, but in Hindi as well.  We eventually graduated to spoken English, and even games. One of the students started beating me in chess, just after a few games, which probably makes me either a very good teacher or a terrible chess player.

 

What is heartening to note today is that some of those students are part of the Udaan teaching faculty. In fact, one of these students is pursuing a nursing course at Hiranandani hospital while one of them is doing Computer engineering from VJTI.

 

I’ll close with an incident, which happened when I was visiting Pune a few months back. I was in the Pune Central Mall food court when I suddenly came across a couple of girls simply standing in front of me with big smiles on their face. As I observed closely, they seemed to be looking at me with an air of familiarity. It was then that one of them said “Bhaiya, did you recognize us? We are now working for McDonalds.” I then gathered that they were the same girls whom I had worked with around 7-8 years back under the Ekalavya initiative.

 

I had managed to bring some positive change in a stranger’s life and at the same time undergone a transformation myself.  Are you also ready to change and be changed?

 

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Day 16: Over the top praise


O Dear Boss ...


HR has asked me to
write a 360 degree review
but O dear Boss, how can I
write anything about you...

O you're the Jack Welch in leadership
the Steve Jobs in innovation
Vlad Putin, Kim Jong-Un,
Trump and Modi, all rolled into one

You're M S Dhoni, you never drop the ball,
You're Wikipedia, you're the know-it-all

You keep everyone in loop, you're the London Eye
Disrupting the normal, you're James Bond - The Spy

You're the black hole, you can shift paradigms
You're brainier than Sherlock Holmes, can even solve crimes

You're so well connected, you keep touching the base
Breaking a Guinness Record for you, is too commonplace

Look at your beauty, the world is awed
Handsome-r than Apollo, you're the Greek God

You're the Pope, globally revered
You're George Clooney with sexiest beard

You make everything shiny, you're Swarovski
You're such a sport, you're national hockey 

You got the built, you're Salman Khan
You're so mature, O you're Babylon

Gosh your jokes, you're funnier than an orangutan
You can do the impossible, You're my Hanuman

Boy, you got the jaw-line, 
O you're the Brad Pitt
Deeply humbled am I, 
this appraisal, I hereby submit


© Ankush Agarwal
18-Apr-2020

Friday, April 17, 2020

Day 15: A Poem on sound

She loved poetry
The buzzzzz of a bee
The whoosh of a tree
but, she didn't like the click of a key.

O She loved it when

choo-choo goes the train
whoops the singing crane
but she hated the drip-drop of the rain

The honk and the vroom scared her
The murmur and the hiss prepared her
Giggles and whispers felt tender
But, the boom, the hiss were terror

She gets goosebumps, when leaves rustle
Driiiin of the alarm, always hustles
It's simply poetic, the ruffle and shuffle
but it was gross, the crack of a knuckle

She even loved to read music
The note, the C-sharp, the octave-clef
But she would have preferred much more
not being born as a deaf.

© Ankush Agarwal
17-Apr-2020

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Day 14: A dedication to my inspiration

Day 14 challenge to write about poet(s) who have inspired me, is both highly interesting and complicated. The writing-bug was injected in me by my hugely inspiring "Roli Didi" - and the major names, who have inspired me to write are many.

Hence, to do justice, I am writing the poem in two completely different styles. The first part is in the same simple childish style, with which I had started writing ages ago, and the second part is in the style of each of my favorite poets. As most of my earlier influences were in Hindi, today's challenge poem is also in my mother tongue.

Additionally, I have tried to divide each stanza in the second part in each of my favorite रस - i.e. शांत रस, श्रृंगार रस, हास्य, वीर and finally भक्ति रस।



उन दिनों, जब A. C. , जेनेरेटर न था

"बिजली चली गई", कमरे से निकलने का बहाना था

गर्मी की छुट्टियां, orange वाली आइसक्रीम की चुस्कियां

और बस नानी के घर जाना था ...


ऐसी ही किसी "जेठ की दुपहरी"

बैठे उस गलियारे में,

खेलते थे हम कविताओं की अंत्याक्षरी

लिखते लाइनें, इधर उधर के बारे में


वो लाइनें अब भी लिख रहा हूँ

कुछ संजीदा, कुछ व्यंग भरी

आप जैसा शायद कभी लिख पाऊं

है ये उम्मीद, अभी भी कहीं

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मैं 'दिनकर', 'गुप्त', 'भारती' नहीं

जो गीत लिखूँ  कालांतर के

बस शब्दों में भाव बहे

उद्गम हृदय के अंतर से।


वर्णों की पुष्पमाल से,

हो श्रृंगार उस छवि का

सूर, तुलसी , रसख़ान  ने जिसे

अतुल्य सजाया था रवि सा ।


शैल, काका, और चक्रधर की

वाणी से ज्यूँ हास्य मिला,

यूँ मेरी पंक्तियों में भी

मधुर अधर से काव्य खिला।


जिन शब्दों की वीरता का

सुभद्रा जैसा न हो सानी

उन बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुंह से

मैं भी सुनूं कोई कहानी



हे श्वेतवर्णी , कलाधारा,

हो कविता की देवी तुम

मेरे शब्दों को शक्ति दे

माँ , इतनी विनती सुन।








Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Day 13: A non-apology for stealing



I wouldn't have done it otherwise
It was just too tempting
Who would've let such a precious thing go
But I do apologize for attempting

I am sorry if you felt bad
why did you keep it in open
Those three rings on its top
Oh! it looked so golden.

It was perfect, just like I wanted
casting its magic, far and broad
not too shiny, just so subtle
Even old jewelers couldn't forge

The first time, I had only touched it
It had filled me with utmost affection
A shiver had run down my spine
I had felt that special connection.

I didn't think you would notice
After all, you had plenty
But I'm now admitting
as I'm awfully guilty.

Dear neighbor,
I do love thee
But "Thou shall not steal"
is probably not for me

I do feel extremely sorry
for this request so absurd
but could you please, once more
remove your Wifi Password.




Sunday, April 12, 2020

Day 12: Triolet


"What the hell is a Triolet ?",
A poet was once asked in a quiz.

He said, "It's the place you go after death."

"What! The Hell is a Triolet ??"

"Well, No easier answers, yet
So, now you know, this is
What the hell is a Triolet."

A poet was once asked in a quiz.

Day 11: A flower's story

Carnation flowers


Sitting in the park
On that winter's evening
sounds of kids were mixed with the birds';
A book of my favorite stories,
dozing off on the grass near me.
My eyes were fixed on that snoring page
when your fingers had first touched mine.

I remember, that day, you'd given me a blue carnation.



You visited me in the hostel room
The warden frowned but let you in
You didn't care for my friends' pretence
my room mate had also found an excuse
Tinkle in your smile was all I heard
were there also giggles outside?

I later found a mauve carnation on the bed.
It smelled the same as
the scent on the bottom of your neck






You held my hand through that lecture
The professor decided to not notice
Sitting in the back row, you wrote me a note
to meet you in our special corner
we went separately to those stairs
where we talked about so many things

You told me about the crimson flower.







Those classes bunked, lies to parents
secret routes for afternoon with you
Giving naughty names to hidden moles
no profanity of name or promise
life felt pure, as it should be.

Time blossomed with pink carnations






Leaving your city, it was my final day
You woke me up before the cuckoo's call
We didn't waste a second that day
but the dreaded night did fall.

Standing near your door, to see you off
Couldn't muster courage to say good bye
Just touched your face, and turned away
The world was hazy, to my eye
.
.
.

Between yellowed pages, I found a carnation today
Gone years have taken away its colors
But those must be signs of drew drops
'coz you once told me, "Flowers don't cry"


© Ankush Agarwal
12-Apr-2020

Day 10: Hay(na)ku



Education !
despise darkness?
light a candle.

Gym !
pull weights?
Books are better.

Love !
fairy tales
Not for me.

God !
is Dead.
Or is She?

Heaven !
The moment
I met you

Assumptions !
you do,
like me too.

Luck !
Bad luck,
All I have.

We're !
Drifting apart...
slowly and slowly.

Life !
Without you...
Never the same.




Saturday, April 11, 2020

Day 9: Concrete Poetry


A Gem

I
I  am !
Who am I ?
Am I just body ?
or senses assembled ,
like. feelings within leather.
Or  I am someone else altogether.
I might have flaws, or I'm just perfection
But when I look at you, I see own reflection..
¿uoᴉʇɔǝlɟǝɹ ʎɯ ǝǝs I op ʎɥʍ 'noʎ ʇɐ ʞool I uǝɥM
uoᴉxǝldɯoɔ ɹou 'sʞool ʎɯ ǝʌɐɥ ʇ,uop no⅄
ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ ǝʞᴉl slǝǝɟ ʇnq ʍouʞ ʇ,uop I
ɹǝɥʇǝƃoʇ ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹɐ ǝʍ ʍoɥǝɯos
pǝlqɯǝsǝɹ   ,sʎɐʍlɐ I
ǝǝɥʇ  pǝʇɔǝlɟǝɹ ⅋
ɯɐ  - I zoɔ,
ǝʞᴉlɯǝפ


Friday, April 10, 2020

Day 8: Line from another poem

Stopping by woods...

The woods were lovely, dark and deep
like series of dreams in a deep sleep


Memories have grown on these woods
His only friends since childhood

Birds played peek-a-boo, when he'd cry
his mother working somewhere nearby

There're marks still, where he roped his swings
flying high in sky on feathers of strings

He often hid behind that reticent oak
for a secret kiss or a rebellious smoke

Those trees whispered only to him
Whenever he listened happily or grim

But after ages now, he's here alone
doesn't believe in whispers, he's a man grown

Doesn't swing on trees, 'coz he's a man grown
Metal clinks sound sweeter, than a beetle's drone

Doesn't remember his friends, he once so admired
Leaves still rustle for him, but its paper he desired

The woods were lovely, dark and deep
but he's got his own, promises to keep

He was sure, the trees will understand
they'll pretend not noticing, the axe in his hand.

© Ankush Agarwal
10-Apr-2020

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Day 7: The news


The other day, I was reading the paper
My eyes caught this piece of news
Olympics shall now, be held later
This got me utterly confused

What the new motto shall now be?
It can't be just "Citius Altius Fortius"
So, let's put a fresh plea
To call it simply: "Posterius"

Addendum:
These are crappiest lines ever written
It just can't get more rougher
So, behold my dear men and women
Why should I, be the only one to suffer.

Addendum to Addendum:
The poem's so lousy
I'm leaving it unsigned
And if it's making you drowsy
You can pay me in kind

Day 6: Picture

Day 6 challenge was way beyond my league. Hence, I am posting my first English poem instead. At least, it has the word - "picture" in it.


When the night is dark enough...

The path may be dreary
Your goal not near by
But the target should be clear
And don’t let your dreams die.

Strive for what you want to achieve
Don’t fear from the slope
You can conquer the mountains
Just start with a hope.

Win over your misfortunes
No-matter-what comes your way
Keep making the picture,
Your eyes will see it real some day.

Relish even the gloomy moments
Smiles can conceal the tear
And when the night is dark enough,
Remember –
“THE DAWN IS NEAR !!”

Ankush Agarwal
Copyright ©2006 

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Day5: Twenty little poetry projects

Okay, so Day 5 challenge looks to be most difficult and most fun. While you can read the details on the NaPoWriMo blogs, here is quick summary of what I need to do:


  1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
  2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
  3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
  4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
  5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
  6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
  7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
  8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
  9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
  10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
  11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
  12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
  13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
  14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
  15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
  16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
  17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
  18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
  19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
  20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

So, let me see, if I can meet the challenge:
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Note: For ease of reading and avoid clutter of quotation marks:
Blue text is spoken by the humming bird
Green text is spoken by Lily, the lily flower
and Black is by Yours Truly.

A Humming Bird and a Lily


1. Silence is golden, but talk is cheap
2. The humming bird was telling this to lily
3.a. Your fragrance is in a beauty sleep
3.b. See, your skin is now glowing really






3.c.  Shivering with pleasure, for her lover's first touch
3.d.  Sweetness of that maiden kiss
3.e.  Your leaves will jingle just so much
4.     Music will be, a touch of bliss



5. Am I, asked Lily"in the Garden of Eden?
6.  I am not your  newly bride                          
7. & 8.  you gotta gimme, a good reason        
I would like this clarified:                        
    
    

 9. My petals blush, whenever you dance  
10. How you doin' ?, tell me your moves   
11. The melodic strings of romance            
12. strumming the ripened tunes of youth

  


      Knowing now, that the moment was right
13. Humming bird just got down on a knee
14. Anks and all were so happy at this sight
The heavens proclaimed this decree:



15. "The Earth shall shower blessings,
16. 'n' there shall be an awesome blossom
17. Bridesmaids to wear fancy dressings
18. crooning in the breeze: "Ye raatein, ye mausam..."



19. The bird kissed lily on her petal
20. and rhythm of jingles were heard around
I saw the flower shiver so gentle
when she saw, the sun go down.


© Ankush Agarwal
05-Apr-2020


Saturday, April 4, 2020

Day 4: Dreams


How do I write about the dream?


I'm sure, I had many.
'coz that's the world I see,
when I close the eyes,
my unknown fantasy.

Do I see another reality,
or a realm mundane?
it's a world with anything possible,
and void of any pain.

I've been to places
with unparalleled scenery
Those glorious white peaks
dancing with greenery

I've laughed many laughs
killing time with utmost glee
so close to my loved ones
whom I don't meet in reality

I've won many a battles
and achieved the impossible
Done those things with ease
which in life are impractical

The world there, is a happy place
such dreams have been many
then why is it so, that
I don't remember any?

Then there were dreams
Too embarrassing to share
these are the ones recurring
but I'd keep them a private affair

All the nightmares since childhood
I somehow distinctly remember
and they still manage to scare me
and I can't help, but surrender

The happy ones make my body glow
even the weird ones are fair
I just wish the nightmares
never do re-occur.

© Ankush Agarwal
05 Apr 2020

Day3: Random Rhymes

Day3 challenge was quite different in nature. I generated 10 random words using an online random word generator and then selected 4 rhyming/related words for each of them from Rhymezone -- giving me a word bank of 50 words. 

As my 9 year old son is also participating in the challenge, we decided to have more fun and attempt a different sort of poem using the same word bank. Here is what he wrote. And below is my attempt (Italicized words are from the word bank):

For Jim always is
a happy brown clown
Living in a tilting building 
in downtown

He loves to put, bright
 makeup on his face
always dresses in polka dots
and an orange colored lace

He goes by the name
 of A Delirious Idiot
The crowd finds it funny
and his acts are hilarious

Tales of his deeds, are
always sought after
My friends always tell me, 
with roaring laughter

My kids also love him
more than fairies
As he carries not books,
but berries in libraries

One day, when I met him
I asked him a question,
"Can I please give you
a genuine suggestion?"

He told me, "I'm willing to,
give you my attention
As long as you promise to
not give me any tension."

I told Jim, that, I'm not so sure
With so many problems around, with no known cure
a silly laugh, in these times, is not an allure
and that he needs to act, like a man matured.

He told me:

 "Watson, this is elementary,
So, don't be pedantic.
Treat life as a poetry
and die a romantic"


"Look at me dear,
I've got a hole in my heart
and before my breaths are over
I want to play my part."

"I am left with, only a year or two
To solve world's problems, I got no clue."

I noticed, he wanted to do something, 
before his chances blew
So, that's why he's in a rush, 
he knew time flew.

He couldn't laugh himself, 
so he made the country smile,
Hiding his sorrows behind the mask
The eye-shadow was his guile.

The bright makeup on his face 
hid his pain very well
The lace covered his sufferings,
so no one could tell.

The polka dots he used to
camouflage something more
He wanted his audience to laugh
and not cringe on sight so gore.

His makeup wasn't funny, but hideous
He really was a delirious idiot.

But I made him a secret promise
and I will never let him down...
for Jim always was
a happy brown clown.

© Ankush Agarwal
04 Apr 2020

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Day 2: That place


That terrace,
from my house, was visible.

It was only a stone's throw away;
witnesses are those miserable pebbles,

whom I had launched with full strength and vigor

those were not stones, but jewels
vaguely remembered, like first crush in schools

Some of those gems are still in flight,
above that terrace, where we played day and night.


That terrace which has a rusty door
is now a portal to times before
Will there be Holi colors still on that wood?
Or that chalk dust from childhood?


Our Antakshari songs still echoing
in those walls, now decaying

Is someone still waiting
 in that narrow staircase?
with ink scribbled on paper, 
but message written on her face


That discarded ring, would yet be hidden
in that out-of-bound corner, still forbidden


I can't reach that terrace now,
some strangers now go and lock it.
 But it doesn't appear far to me, when
I find some pebbles in my pocket.

© Ankush Agarwal
02-Apr-2020

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Day 1: Introduction


I am ...


I am
A wandering thought !

Visiting places unseen
or relived in a forgotten dream.
I disappear; ere I exhaust.

I am
A tender embrace !

Friendly, reassuring touch
not too fast, not too much.
I'm a memory, time can't erase.

I am
A wish unfulfilled !

Desires, hopes, ambitions scattered
flawless mirror with reflections shattered
I'm confined in walls, yet to be built.

I am
A simple smile !

Choked heart with unfettered laugh
happy face in a decaying photograph
I'm Always Khush - not once in a while.



© Ankush Agarwal
01-Apr-2020

Sunday, February 2, 2020

10 years with Udaan


26th Jan, 2010: Thinking that I should celebrate the republic day in its true spirit, I had volunteered for a CSR initiative with Udaan. This republic day, the association became 10 years strong and some of the episodes are still fresh in my otherwise frail memory.

We started with reading stories in English for the young minds in a small room designated as the Udaan Library. Within a few days, we graduated to playing board games as an additional activity to help build their confidence and make the students think strategically. I remember teaching chess to a few students and a game with Bharat is still very close to my heart. Bharat was a bright student and had taken a liking to chess from the very first game. It took only a few games before I ended up on the losing side. Admittedly, I am not a very good chess player, but I prefer to remember that game as an example of being a good coach. J

In Udaan, we are called Bhaiya/Didi and not Sir/Madam and that’s just one of the reason behind the bonding we share with the students. We are not just mentors and coaches but also their friends and in many cases feel as responsible as their elder brother/sister. That small room did not stand the test of time and Mumbai’s fast changing landscape, but the relationship I had developed with my first batch of students is still strong and resilient.






Teaching and Computers have been my passion and hobby; and hence when came the opportunity to Teach-Computers to Udaan students, I quickly grabbed it. That’s where I had first met Vinay, one of my favourite students and Nancy, who had infinite love and good wishes for her students in her heart.




The lab used to be in a dark basement of the erstwhile Transocean building, but was very well maintained from inside. Looking back, it sorts of had a poetic symbolism as most of the underprivileged students were being brought up in a tough dark environment but by providing good education to them, Udaan had lit up a spark inside.




The Saturday Club was another memorable association, which also was great fun for ourselves. Making fun presentations for “Around the world” with Ginny and launching an imaginary aeroplane at the start of each class are now stuff of the legend. I also taught Science weekday classes for a little while, which were hugely popular amongst the students. Many students asked me to take all their science and maths classes and it was heart-breaking not to accept it, owing to my work commitments. However, I can only aspire to be as good as Rajeev, my friend and fellow volunteer. Rajeev used to take Science-experiments class in the Saturday club and had such an enthralling style that even teachers used to line up outside his class to witness his magic.




During the culmination of the club each year, we used to make final presentations in the form of exhibitions and models, songs, dance and often we did go whole nine-yards. Both figuratively and literally.




Tulsi’s performance as the little brown mouse in the Gruffalo story still makes me smile.



During Udaan’s annual sports day event, I used to hone my photography skills and it made me proud whenever my click found its way to Udaan’s newsletter, boards, etc. However, the real pride was seen in the shining eyes of the winners of the race and the winners of the annual trophy. The entire day is an amazing experience which could not, and should not, be put to inert words for the sake of doing justice to the real experience.



I remember the decade gone by with joy and humbleness at the same time. It has been a highly enriching and educating experience for myself. I have learned various key skills in undertaking these projects, made great friends and lifelong associations, collected beautiful memories and continue to strive to spread happiness.