Monday, May 20, 2013

GOONJ- Of a Soul



Want to share a story..Chronicle of a Man…how he got stirred to do a work which can keep us grounded..Very grounded...

This is a story of Anshu Gupta and GOONJ...

A journalist by profession Anshu, while in search of a story in Old Delhi came across a Man named Habib...who was riding a vehicle (a cart like rickshaw)..And there was something written on that.."Delhi police ke liye Lash uthane wala"...so Anshu got his story and decided to be a shadow to this man for a week, see his lifestyle..his habits..How he collected unclaimed dead bodies from the footpaths of busy Delhi roads....during that week he also got a chance to meet Habib's family.

Yes, no reward for getting it right….this family could not afford even the basic necessities of life...Habib's wife was blind….he had a 5 year old daughter...once during Anshu's interaction with family he asked Habib's daughter about his father's work and dead bodies at home(as in Delhi winters the count used to increase and many a times bodies are kept at Habib’s place) ..The Innocent eyes looked at him as her mouth opened for a reply….. She mentioned nonchalantly during cold weather these dead bodies give me warmth….I sleep cuddling them and can sleep peacefully because these bodies do not turn and twist…

Anshu got his inspiration….and hence in 1998 he started GOONJ-NGO

We @PlugHR are fortunate enough to work with your NGO Anshu...as i moved around looking at the processes and systems, creativity and innovation with all the scraps, discarded material....old jeans, cassette tapes getting transformed into Smart Handbags...sarees and duppattas into skipping rope...Car seat covers into laptop bags...small cotton clothes into sanitary Napkins...and what not...tears rolling down my cheeks as i am reminded about how we waste our lives, products, food and there are people in the same world..Same country so under privileged using the same TRANSFORMED WASTE/DISCARDED MATERIAL WHiCH BRINGs HAPPINESS, COMFORT, and COVER….

And nothing is free for these under privileged villagers, they do not get anything free….a person has to work yes a true work like making a well in a village, sanitation of their villages, sending kids to school and with due respect to their self-esteem..In a dignified manner they are given these transformed materials in barter of all the work.... The philosophy is simple-Give! In a dignified manner..

Hats Off!! Thank you for giving back to society- Anshu and the entire team at Goonj....

Yes I'm grounded, brought down to the earth....with a promise humming in my mind and heart...:) :)

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Sculpture of my Soul


All the seeds that you have sown…
Turned into magnificent trees fully grown…
You in me..Growing each day
Meditate on you chanting you as I Pray…
You in me.. Mounting every minute…
Reminiscing embraces and respite in your silhouettes
You in me...Pleasures of togetherness..
Values of smiles and tenderness
You in me...So nostalgic every moment get….
 How we enjoyed rains getting wet…
You in me....Nurturing, summoning imbibing your wealth
Holding when I faltered…nursing in ill health
You in me...giving wings to my dreams..
When I was lost, gloomy and in screams…
You in me..... Patience, endurance and prosperity
Learnt under your feathers the key to sincerity
O Maa ! yes you Sculpted my soul …
And made the person that I’m

Galvanizing Gratitude


The moment saw your glimpse this morning…
A thankful smile appears adorning…
Stark resemblance as it seems..
From you to him..in his genes…

Thoughts tantalized with a whiz…
On things that I hear as he says..
Respect grows with each word about you…
The man I’m in love with portraying you..

Carrying your values and ideals..
In cheerful times and during ordeals…
The gift you have bestowed…
Care and nurturing restored..

I’m blessed to have him in my life…
Reckoning, dreaming of being his wife...
Anticipating a chance for tete-a- tete
Getting acquainted with smallest aspect..

Unfolding, unveiling minutest detail..
 his childhood, adolescence I want to inhale…
To hear things No one knows as you do…

Wish to get a chance to hear you…

To offer Gratitude to you…
Galvanizing Glorious Gratitude…


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

As I Lay Still...


In the midst of nowhere as I stand abandoned
Droplets from the lashes comes random
Trembling lips making an appeal
Devolve all the smiles you steal

Every single breath you inhaled
Every dream that falls shattered
Eon and iota of envelops of arms
As we made love in the songs of azaan

Give back every minute of soulfulness
Return the feeling of togetherness
The walk to remember and anecdotes of past
Serendipity - gracious moments falling apart

Silent moans and vigorous laughter’s
Wiping of tears and smiles thereafter
Melancholy engulfed in the oceans of eyes
Cuddles, caresses from orange to indigo skies

Entrust upon me all truths and lies
As I devour the taste pouring in
Quavering lips getting warm with the chill
Pain will cease as crimson sky meet down hill
One wish I look for to fulfill,
Every memory sealed with a kiss and starred
Keep near the vineyard where I lie still…..

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Growing Old with you :)


As every day is passing by
Thoughts revolves around the moments we miss
As each day is flying by
I wish could hold on to it and relive it

As each moment is fleeting by
We could have created many memories to cherish
As every second transcends
Yearn to grow old with you augments

Sprinkle of many laughter s and tears
Swirls of emotions and caresses
Remembering each sacrifice encountered
Sashaying towards the aisle bewildered

Enthralled with fragrance fascinated with fondness
Fondle with embraces filled with passion
Forgetting the timelines of dusk to dawn
Seeking soul enduring strokes chaste as Azaan

Holding on to it till it all wrinkles and then withers….
Even in the graves as we laze next to each other…

Resilience...


I’m saddened but flame of hope still insists
I’m dismayed but burning desire still persists
I’m petrified but sparkle of trust still endures
I’m ashamed but gleam of confidence still reassures
I’m humiliated but twinkle of sunbeam still shimmers
I’m thwarted but brave heart of damsel still glimmers
If only the humanity had awakened few days before…
If only insanity had dispirited its pedigree before…
Thank you O Lord of mine…for giving me deliverance
I pray today that we all should be strengthened in our resilience

Monday, February 4, 2013

Loneliness with Panache...


Loneliness with panache

Encircled with pairs of vigorous hands
Buzzing of the glorious bands
Heart still wanders in the abundant lands
Searching for pair of eyes of man’s
Yes..It’s Loneliness with panache
Profusion of lips chatting animatedly
Words devoid of gist falling randomly
Craving for one touch surrounds literally
Mind stopped with this intrusion of reality
Yes Its Loneliness with Panache
Melodies humming in milieu
Human civilization bidding adieu
Shadows of his silhouette in hue
Enchanted me to a magical brew
Yes its loneliness with panache
Solitude of complete remoteness
Drowning me in its bottomless abyss
as I gazed up to see what I miss
He came and blew me a kiss
Boom!! As I sensed what it is..
Isolation melted and turned in bliss….
My loneliness with Panache