When Men Of Words Play Pass-The-Ball…

the outcome is a delightful read! It’s amazing how one takes off where the other leaves it! Enjoy:

(English version follows)



Mirza Ghalib: ‘Permit me to have my drink in the Masjid (place of worship). If you don’t approve of it, show me a place where I could with no god around.’

Iqbal: ‘A Masjid is where god resides. It’s no place to have your drink. Yes, there’s one place where you could…the heart of a non-believer.’

Ahmad Faraz: ‘I’ve returned precisely from there, finding the place not of the kind you’re alluding to. It’s not without god – only the non-believer is not aware.’

Wasi: ‘There’s no place on earth without god. Make your way to the heavens where you’re within your rights to enjoy your drink.’

Saki: ‘When I have my drink, it’s for nothing but keeping sorrow at bay.  With no sorrow around, it’s no longer fun to have one’s drink in the heavens.’

Meer: ‘We drink for pleasure and blame it unfairly on sadness and sorrow. Have a jug full…you’ll see the heavens right here on earth!’




Source: Pinterest

PS: The translation is not word-by-word. Attribution not checked for authenticity.


Swatchha Bharat (Clean India)

Swatchha Bharat

He asked the old man for some advice.

The old man turned to him: ‘Have you ever washed utensils?’

What an odd thing to ask! Mildly irritated he said, ‘Yes, what of it?’

‘What did you learn?’

‘What is there to learn from it? All that one does is to scrub it clean.’

The old man smiled at him: ‘Yes, you’re right…but it’s done harder on the inside than on the outside.’






Source: Strictly not a word-by-word translation of the original from Pinterest, possibly a zen story.


(English translation of these beautiful lines follows)

एक वृद्धाश्रम के गेटपर लिखा हुआ एक अप्रतिम सुविचार :

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एक वृद्धाश्रम के गेटपर लिखा हुआ एक अप्रतिम सुविचार :

“नीचे गिरे सूखे पत्तों पर

अदब से चलना ज़रा …

कभी कड़ी धूप में तुमने

इनसे ही पनाह माँगी थी. ”


A ‘near’ translation of a sign outside a senior citizens’ home:

“Walk gently over the fallen leaves,

for you had sought their shade once up on a hot summer.”




Source: via Gopalaswamy, image from pixabay.com

Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars

‘Josyam parkaliyo josyam,’ her booming voice

offered to foretell life’s many sorrows and joys.

Strongly vouched for by lawyer’s m’am –

his success rightly told before its time.


‘Why not this once? None will be wise about…’

– lady of the house all by herself thought,

Men battling at the court on the day of reckoning –

surely the end for them, their evil designs of usurping.


Them – would learn not to covet the house,

that lit a fire of greed difficult to douse.

Where it was sited, long ago, in town outer,

now in the midst of a bustling pricey center.

One married to a girl of city mayor,

held himself above laws of commoner.


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So the woman was called in and asked what the stars said.

Mantras chanted, cowries rolled, eyes closed–

a smaller house is an inexorable destiny, she pronounced.

‘What came over me to ask?’ the lady regretted teary-eyed.


Hours later…

She was pulled out of swirling thoughts.

Men came in with raucous rejoicing and welcome sweets,

Finally, truth would prevail, she always knew. .

She must tell the lawyer’s wife…what a day, phew!


Outside the door, lay an envelope unopened yet

from the office of the mayor, the seal on its face said


Its contents –

About his initiative on congestion far gone

and plans to widen a road over their pretty lawn.







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The First Story Of Undying Romance





Source: Web

The Girl Who Can Do Everything…Almost


Well, a lot of it, quite beyond me in three score and eight years I’ve seen yet!

This delightful piece is from Aditi Krishnan (11), quite appropriate for International Women’s Day.

Here we go:

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Past the stars, and through the galaxy lies a planet called Flurp

And on this planet, there lives a very special girl, named Kurp


Now Kurp is a very special girl, for what you can think, she can do

And what you can do, she can too, but much better than you!


She can wiggle her nose and touch her toes

And count how far? Who knows?


She’ll win any game, has amazing aim,

She can perfectly hang a frame


She can touch the sky, she can twitch her eye

She can even fly! Who knows how high!


She can blow a balloon, she’ll bend a spoon

She can even play the bassoon!


Although there is one thing, Kurp just cannot do

She asks, ” How, oh how, do you tie a shoe?”


“You take the laces and tie a knot”

“Which lace? What knot? I think it got caught!”


“I can never do it! I will never do it!”

“Definitely not, just not if you quit”


“No! I will quit! You shall watch me!”

 “But that will not help, you see?”


“So… if I try and try, and try once more…”

“And I keep trying until my arms are sore…”


“Then I will be able to do a whole lot!!!”

“Ok, so you take the laces and tie a knot…”


“And make the loops, and tie them too!”

“I did it! I did it! There’s nothing I can’t do!”


“I can….. win any race, I can dance through space,”

“And now I can tie my shoe lace!”


“I can fix any leak, I can hop through a creek,”

“And I’m amazing at hide-and seek!”


“I can beautifully sing, jump high as a spring,”

“I can do anything!”






Source: openclipart (knollbaco)


Squirrels in Winter

Hmmm…never quite thought about it:

Have you ever worried
about squirrels in winter?
I see them climb over snowdrifts
with their bare paws —
they have no winter boots.

I see them stop
to tuck their tiny front paws
into their armpits
for warmth —
they have no mitts.

When it rains
I see them huddle
under trees,
they still get soaked —
they have no raincoats.

They have no pants,
no dresses, no hats,
no warm winter coats,
no shelter or fires
to warm their bodies.


Even the homeless men
whose beds are the sidewalk
have sleeping bags
to keep them warm.
Squirrels have nothing.

Still they remain cheery,
hopping about
gathering nuts,
Who knew
it was such a hard life
for squirrels in winter?




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