 Working
as Assistant Professor in the Mechanical Engineering Department
of Parul Institute of Engineering and Technology, Limda, Dist. -
Vadodara (Gujarat). Has written Poems, Articles and Stories in
English, Hindi and Gujarati. Works have been published in
magazines. Singer and Composer : Progrmmes on TV channels and
AIR and sung in Albums - Classical music (Hindustani), Light
Music (Bhajans, Gazals, etc.), Rhymes, Garba . Web-site :
www.omkaar.com
KINDERGARTEN
DAYS
My school days are, now, over,
But, to this day, I remember :
First, when I was admitted to the nursery,
I was as frightened as could be.
I looked around and wanted to flee;
Many little unfriendly eyes stared at me,
The stern-looking teacher, wearing a white saree,
With her sunken eyes, thro' her glasses, glared at me.
I was made to sit in the first row.
Then, with a stick, she began to show
The numbers, on the board, which were written.
She said, 'Say with me children, ONE .....'
'ONE' In unison my obedient classmates cried,
But, I couldn't, for my throat had dried.
My eyes were on the long, thin stick
Which, to the deepest core, made me feel sick.
Thenafter, the sequence of troubles started.
Next morn, at eight, I was in bed.
Mummy came to awake me,
'You'll be late to the school', said she.
I'll never go there.' I declared.
I shed tears and screamed, but wasn't spared.
Everyday, there were long sessions of weeping,
Till late hours, I kept on 'sleeping'.
When 'woken up', I would say,
'I will not brush my teeth today
Because if at all I do so,
To the horrible school, I will have to go.'
Our neighbour's son would be rushed to call the 'police'.
Almost everyday, the school-bus I used to miss.
I, thus, was a fortnightly visitor.
Today, like a dream all this appears !
The other day, we met our old neighbour.
Looking at me she exclaimed, 'Oh dear !
When you cried while going to the K.G.
I never thought, with distinction, you'ld pass higher secondary
!'
THE SCULPTOR
A sigh of grief slipped out
As he got the blow;
The Sculptor too was moved
And tears began to flow.
But, tenderness was to be checked
For, the piece He was to create
Would otherwise remain incomplete;
So, he went on, contained and sedate.
Don't you lament, oh statue !
For, the hard blows you are getting
Are to teach you to endure
And to carve your being.
Pleasing hue to be loved by all
Is the gift of these hardships.
So, try to bear the woe
With a smile on your lips.
F-BOND
The other day, I went to see
A friend, who does research in Chemistry.
After the usual, 'How do you do ?'
I said, 'I have a question for you -
Can you name the bond,
Which is the strongest of all those found '
She laughed, 'Are you kidding '
That's the simplest question in Chemical Bonding !
It is known the whole world round
That ionic is the strongest bond to be found.'
Woefully nodding my head I said,
'You are wrong, I am afraid.
Compare all the data, fresh and latest
F-bond is stronger than the rest.'
'F-bond ', She jumped off her chair
And gave me a confused glare.
'Yes, F-bond', I replied.
'What's that ', She cried.
'What's it's length and strength ....
'and what about it's existence .... '
'To digest the information I am going to impart,
Put aside your brain and apply your heart.
It's bond length and bond energy -
Both tend to infinity.
It's full name is 'Friendship Bond' and you see,
It exists between you and me.'
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