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Monday, 16 December 2013

Chor ke daadi mein tinka

I am acknowledging knithaurs tag and participating in Protest against Smelly Stubble (P.A.S.S)


I had read a story when I was a child. I recollected it as I read Blogadda's Protest against Smelly Stubble Contest. 

In a small village there lived many farmers who apart from farming activity used to rear hen for their poultry consumption. The hen would be counted by each farmer and kept safely in a big bamboo basket at night in their courtyard. The farmer , Shiva, noticed one of his hen missing. He searched and enquired with all his farmer neighbours.

Shiva's six year son , Ganesha , had seen the hen in Charandas's courtyard. When confronted , Charandas feigned ignorance. Charandas owned a small grocery shop and was a compulsive liar and a thief.

The dispute was placed before the  village panchayat. The headman was an old and wise person who white silver hair stood testimony to the many struggles he had faced and tackled.

He called a few suspects from the village along with Charandas. He made them stand in a line before the villagers and said that the spirit of the hen would torment the culprit.

The village headman glared at Charandas. Charandas felt uneasy. The village headman pulled a feather from this long beard and displayed it before the gathered crowd. 

Charandas fell at the feet of the headman and apologized profusely. Charandas was asked to part with his hen as punishment.

His long unkempt facial hair was the 'root cause' (pun intended) of him being exposed.

Chor ke daadi mein tinka.

Readers have you read this story in your childhood?

I am tagging Garima Nag , Uma , Aditya Manchanda , Sonal ,Sparking Aura



This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.


Friday, 13 December 2013

caught

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Write Over the Weekend theme for this week

This time your entry must contain, ‘I caught him/her looking at me.’



My son has stepped into his teens. The adolescent phase brings about physical and mental changes. The mental metamorphosis is marred by the changes in moods, irritability , asserting himself which may have gone unnoticed by the outside world.

The physical changes are distinct and marked by hoarse voice, rapid rise in height and sprouting of a faint hairline curve above the lips and sprouting of fine facial hair giving many a 'hair-raising ' experience. His class-mates being some months older to him have already advanced to full blown facial hair giving an unkempt and shabby façade.
Seeing his class-mates resemble a grizzly bear, he has vowed to go for a clean shaven neat look at an appropriate time. I smile at his wise decision.

Before stepping out of the threshold , he glances at the mirror  and asks for my opinion. Off-late he is taken to spraying perfume on his clothes. The fragrance spreading in the house is making me sniff after his generous overdose. I ignored him. From the periphery  of the eye , I caught him looking at me for approval. I smiled . He took the hint and started to pack his satchel to attend tuition classes. I know soon I will have to make space for an after-shave lotion and a shaving kit.

My eyes are moist. It was only yesterday that I brought him wrapped in soft , warm, cotton clothes from the hospital . Today he stands tall and  proud at 176 cms. And I am a proud mother. How time flies........................

Blogger Anmol Rawat  tagged me to participate in Protest Against Smelly Stubble (P.A.S.S.)
 
This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.

I am tagging Anita , Anmol Rawat ,  knitha urs , numerounity , Heena.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


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