fall in love

Time I shifted to new house, new atmosphere, new neighbours

As the morning sun rays wake me up to prepare for the day

Lazily on bed, starring at the rapidly spinning fan leaves,

Empty wall, no drawings, no hangings, nobody to wait for.

Mind wandered in search of my man, to love and fight

To kiss and hug, to smile and cry,

He lives somewhere around the world, away from my eyes

But always close to my heart, dreams, thoughts and wishes.

Bow down and walk, faces walked past me, their feet and sandals

Alone reached my brain, mind never looked straight

To see the man of my dreams, mind has fallen tired of the hunt

Never had I expected to meet the man of my dreams on my way.

Many times he walked past me, sometimes gift a smile

Sometimes not even a glance he offer, but the natural

Endowment of love from his heart touched mine

So gentle, arouse the root of dreams and hopes.

Neither ostentate nor vaunted was he, but modest and humble

Responsible son, dependable friend, caring brother,

His silence never revealed anything more or less

Still, the morning breeze murmured the enigmas of his love.

Eyes caught him at distance, ears listened from others,

Heart leaned closer to him, followed the paths he travelled

Kept the doors of my heart open, days and night passed,

Seasons changed, leaves withered, I waited for him.

Stayed awake to hear his foot-steps, sometimes turn off lights,

Often turn over the pages until he reach, waited for a reply message

Never he knew, one heart-beat away his girl awaits him,

To receive his message, listen to him always.

Shared the beauty of bright full moon, interrupted power supply

Opened the medium for my songs to reach him

One arm distance, star gazing the night sky

My dreams explored his heart full of love and care

Dribbled us around the world in hands together

Her Life

Yikes!

Undesirable guest in the family

Washed away the dreams of their life

Frozen wish for a baby boy to love and care

The guest grown up over a period of time knowingly or unknowingly,

Obscure of the coarse life

Caged for the past twenty seven years,

Thoughts chained from roaming around the colourful world

Un-hatched dreams suffocate without ventilation,

Legs interlocked and twined to the window bar

Sharp cornered weapon without license chopped off the wings of dreams

Fixed paternal gaze outside the window, mind ponder

Listening to the rain drops falling on the earth

Wool-gathered the fragrance of freedom in long run

Turned the pages of books to find her world,

Classic silence vibrated in the ear drum

Darkness melanised her vision

World around her smile, dance and sing for merry

She taps to the tune of songs for wealth

Hidden wishes and dreams popped up at times

Learnt to suppress and lock them

They practised bows and arrows on her

Depth and intensity of pain immeasurable

River of tears flow from terra incognita

People approached for selfish needs

Punched her heart and she fisticuff,

Crunched her life but she not a pugilist

Tore her into pieces, and threw in trash barrel

Pretended to smile in public, proved to be a good actress

Sleepless nights covered with nightmares

Neither man nor God gave her relief from the hard core pain

Her life floats along the sea waves, wandering sea shores

In search of a land to build her lovely cage,

With a beautiful green lawn, fragrance spreading flowers

Attracted by multi coloured butterflies and tweeting sparrows.

Moulded in to a money making machine

Denying her right to dream, to love and to live

Friends, colleagues and the entire world fly higher

To land on the celestial point

Her life alone stands still.

YOUR LOVE

When walking along the woods, like a shadow your love follows me

Leaning on the huge trees, your love gives me shade

Before falling in a pit or trap, like a shield your love

Listening to the nature, the music of your love vibrates in my ears.

When the earth is dying without water, your love shower as rain drops

Your love makes the green, broad and thin leaves dance in joy

Parakeets fly to taste the sweet seed of your love

Squirrels jumping along the branches to reach your love top

Flowers spread fragrance of your love in the world

Butterflies attracted to suck the nectar of your love

Birds chirp around the world of your love

Your love garland the world of nature to the beauty of zenith

When swimming across the river, your love floats me above

Rowing in the ferry, your love act as forward currents

Glare of your love reflects from the rippled river

 Your love always pulls me to the depth of river bed.

When gazing in the clear sky, your love forms rainbow and

Carve sculptures out of clouds

And while staring at the night sky, your love twinkles from different spots

By encircling the bright moon

When walking in the rain, your love prevents rain drops to touch me

Sweating in the sun, the cold breeze of your love blows

When shivering in the winter snow, your love warms my heart

Withering of leaves in autumn, Only your love smiles at me.

 Your love holds me tight when my mind pullulate with thoughts

When I am vexed, your love gives me an Angel kiss

While walking alone, your love holds my hand tightly

Your love listens to my dreams and wishes, sit beside me.

Day and night my heart keeps murmuring to your love

When my energy level fall, your love supports me

Your love makes me fall asleep so deep and tight

Your love makes me feel alive

WEEDING OUT AND PRESERVATION OF OLD RECORDS IN SBCO

Postal manual volume specifies the preservation period of each and every document in post offices. Vouchers and list of transactions (LOT) are to be preserved by SBCO for a period of six years and you will be permitted to weed out the documents only after taking agreement with the sub offices. In case agreement is not completed, even after the expiry of preservation period SBCO will not be permitted to weed out the records.

No MTS staff willing to carry these bags to record room

As part of national cleaning week by Modi government post offices were asked to weed out the records. But I don’t think all head post offices have done it. Sometimes SBCO will not weed not even after getting the sanction for weed out. The reason is delay in taking agreement.

There is no sufficient place in offices to store these records. No store keeper to maintain the records. SBCO is assigned to preserve these records like watch dogs and at any circumstance SB branch demands for any old vouchers we have to give them; mentioning branch does not branch alone it can be superintendent or any higher officers in case of fraud cases or claims after years. The pathetic condition of SBCO is no specific room for preserving the vouchers, no specific arrangement. Accounts branch, mails branch, SBCO and all other sections in the post office dump the records in a single room.

Let me share the atmosphere in a record room. You will not be able to see the flooring because you will be stamping on the sack once you enter the room. You have to walk on top of the huge sacks. Sacks will be arranged like Himalaya; some will have tags to identify the category and year while some will not have any label.

The place where SBCO sit in post office

What all task is assigned to SBCO? - verify the accounts, take annual agreement and half yearly agreement, check the balances, tally the monthly figures, preserve the vouchers, have to carry them to record room, and have to live and inhale the historic dust in order to search the old records.

In case SBCO staff go and make some passage in the record room, after some days the condition of record room will be the same. Other branches will dump their bags in the passage and go. We act like Naraanath braanthan (lunatic man; he is a character who used to take tiresome effort to roll the stone above the hill and drop from the hill top. He used to repeat this process daily. Nobody knew for what purpose or for what reason he repeated his action) SBCO is like that lunatic man in arranging the record room repeatedly but the condition remains the same. In case MTS staff sees SBCO cleaning the record room for heaven sake nobody will lend a hand.

Vouchers were kept on top of the cup boards and during the time of PMG visit everything was shifted to please the PMG. The reason for shifting vouchers from the top of cup boards is another comedy; PMG does not like anything on top of cup boards but anything dumped on the path is not at all a problem.

Another circular came with regard to the cleaning of post offices.  No outside workers are permitted, post master have to choose one Saturday afternoon and all the officials should work together in cleaning the office. Though each and every person initialled in the circular nobody took initiative in doing it.

Posting store keepers to preserve these records is required. SBCO is having the grade pay of Rs 2400 and the job includes MTS, system administrator, postal assistant and store keeper. In the limited space available preservation is a difficult practice as far as SBCO is considered; also lag in the weeding out of vouchers pile up the number of sacks.

even underneath table no space to keep legs