A STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE BY BRIJKAUL

 

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City of Melbourne

 

Off to Melbourne .

The plane taxied at the Melbourne airport for about ten minutes before coming to halt at 5am on 12th September 2004 .

The door flung open and I stood straight ,the legs failing me for being tied to the chair for nearly Eight hours .

But the eagerness to see the Melbourne ,the city so lovely and beautiful offering places of charm and nature’s beauty of parks, gardens ,the simmering cool river Yarra and the roaring waters of the port of phillip bay, rejuvenated my energy to stand erect and walk to the tarmac.

Outside it was day break and the sky was deep blue with shades of dark patches of fluffy clouds hovering over, unmindful of the gleaming rising sunrays.

As soon as I came out I noticed my colleague Brian Morgan smiling and waving towards me .I waved back and walked quickly to stretch out my hand for a warm shake hand. Holding my hand in his ,we walked towards the parking and in a jiffy we were on the main highway plying towards Melbourne ,the capital of Victoria state with population of nearly three and half miliion people, of various cultures customs of far off lands living together for centuries..

“ Hey Brian glad to see you here but sorry you had to start so early from your home” I said apologetically.

“ Brij never mind, Glad you could make it finally.” He replied smilingly.

“ yes true you know it was purely your efforts .” I said softly.

“ No Brij you put Ferro products on the map of Indian and adjoining market. A remarkable effort.” Brian retorted confidently.

“ you have been officially invited in lieu of your recognition of great performance” He continued.

‘Today is Sunday we will go to my residence in Mornington , after having lunch I will drop you in hotel for tonight.

Tomorrow I shall collect you at 8am and we will go to check in the Royal hotel opposite to Yarra River side ,a beautiful place in the city. Thereafter we will go to Ferro Corporation office and factory,”   Brian explained briefly the schedule for my stay in Melbourne.

I had joined Ferro Corporation India office 5 years back in 1999 as Marketing Manager and Brian Morgan Export Manager Sales , Asia Pacific Region, was my immediate superior .Brian Morgan was very efficient Marketing guy with full knowledge of the products. It was great pleasure to work together ,touring India and Sri Lanka very often.we eventually became friends and continue to be so..

India office administrative head was Dr Aziz sheikh who had selected me for promoting glass sales in India and adjoining markets of Saarc countries. Dr Aziz was director of Ferro USA deputed temporarily to establish Ferro Corporation Sales office in India. one of the finest  suave  gentleman I  ever had met .He was promoting Electronic products and responsible for all corporate office activities.

He had a good office at Pune ,being his native city, and one agile, petite young girl Marina Fernandise assisted him. She was very efficient and assertive in managing an upcoming MNC office.

I was third one to join the group.

The car sped away and Brian was explaining that the Mornington Peninsula stretching down the eastern side of port Phillip Bay with its rolling hills ,rich fertile plains , a bewitching panorama of spectacular vineyards ,red white in sparkling styles, a picturesque view and one could explore the bountiful region ,the gardens  all across ,a number of sanctuaries teeming with bird life .

As we neared the Mornington town , one could see a lot of restaurants, shops wineries all across with lot of vacationers loitering around with gaiety.

Brian’s residence , a beautiful bungalow with a sprawling living room neatly done up with cushions of beautiful upholstery .

Mrs Brian ,Lorraine, a tall lady with aquiline features pretty with golden hair , greeted me with a smile

“ Hello Mr kaul, glad to see you welcome to Mornington” she said ,ignoring my outstretched hand , gave me a hug instead and asked me to be seated comfortably on the sofa nearby. She is a kind woman .

“ I will make tea while you can fresh up in the rest room.’’ she said in a low tone.

After having a sumptuous lunch in an Indian restaurant on the beach side , I checked in a hotel and Brian said “ you be on your own now for the night, see you in the morning” he drove down the road in his red car for a restful afternoon.

The next day was busy day at Ferro office ,a visit to nearby Ferro factory.

The office was big one with open cubicles all around . Brian briefly introduced me to one and all especially to Katerina ,Sally, Robin Brehney, Ron Mathews and finally chief boss Geoff Dowdell.

Geoff greeted me warmly saying “Brij you are now our one of the best man and we made it a point to invite you for direct intervention with all here so that you feel yourself a member of Ferro family” . “Thanks Geoff “ I replied briefly.

“ Brian and each of us will take you for city sight seeing after 3.30 pm daily.” Geoff continued.

I had a busy schedule both at the Ferro office as well as manufacturing unit.

Ferro Australia manufactured glass colours Pepsi and coca cola ones for screen printing on the bottles itself and many other ceramic products of high quality. Ferro worldwide was and is a renowned group of USA having manufacturing units of various products in roughly twenty two countries.

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Author  at River Yarra Melbourne

EVENINGS IN MELBOURNE

I was looking eagerly for evenings to take a stroll of this lovely glittering city of MELBOURNE in company of Brian for most of the time.

Melbourne is a charming city of river Yarra the placid downstream view from prince Bridge is a treat to the eyes.

In the morning while standing on the balcony of my room the city simply reflected in the Yarra waters, a mesmerizing scene to adore and cherish.

The river Yarra has source at Baw Baws some 210 kilometers from the city port and the water flows down rocky hills ,green pastures and finally through Melbourne city bordered by the gardens , the people gather enjoying on its embankments for partying in the mushroom of restaurants that have sprung up all along its pavements. .

The people throng the place in the glittering evenings for playing in the crown entertainment complex ,the largest casino .where the dice is thrown for million of dollars every day.

Just on the other side of the river the city center is Southgate., a fascinating shopping complex ,shops galore in its multitude of art galleries ,Jewellery, and all essential items .

The dinners in the Italian restaurants were most enjoyable here.

One day we visited the MCC and spend a few hours to see the World’s famous Cricket Club,

 Ferro Friday Party

Geoff Dowdell the chief boss announced a party ,Ferro Friday Party for all staff, managers with families. It was a pleasure party announcing the successful performance of Australia unit over the years of its operation.

The party was well organized with wine and whisky pouring down gleefully into the sparkling tumblers to the tune of placid music.

Mr Geoff along with some other gentleman made some announcements highlighting the progress of the company. He was kind enough to speak about me as well.” Mr Kaul from Ferro India is amidst us today and I would place on record he and Brian have done a great job for the company by promoting Ferro products in big way in the Indian sub continent. A rare achievement. I congratulate Mr Kaul for his brilliant performance”

There was great applause and I felt glad to get this grand recognition of work.

Life flows on and on . I worked undauntedly for almost fifteen years before jumping on to another isle for another onslaught.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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MY STORY A Crucial Decision by BrijKaul

 

 

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HOLY TOWN  RISHIKESH

we live to face the challenges in life moving ineluctably at a jet speed reluctant to relent its pace even for a moment or two. Despite one’s coaxing   cajoling life undulates ahead without batting its eyelids for a fraction of a second.

After spending fourteen years in Bilt in their glass units ,ten years at Rishikesh and four years at Pune,I took a crucial decision in 1983 to free myself from the shackles of my comfort zone to move forward to some other corporate corridor on an elevated position.

The picturesque beautiful Town of Rishikesh was holding me back for a long time. The green surrounding hills and the Holy Ganges with crystal clear cool rippling waters and the magnetic spiritual aura had benumbed my mind to think of leaving the place for better prospects to progress and pride on .

I was imbued and enthralled by the beauty of this holy town beyond my imagination .

I loved sitting in my window ,usually evenings and watching the clouds gathering and roll down on the nearby hills.

with the sunset the sky turned orange red, blue ,crimson with white fluffy clouds ,looking so gorgeous . The smell of rose ,daffodils entering the nostrils lilting the body and mind with exuberant fragrance.

Moreover my wife , two daughters aged between seven and five were equally enamoured  by the bewitching beauty of this Holy town .Thus making me indolent enough to make a move for a positive change.

But finally wisdom dawned on me and I instantly landed into a lucrative job with higher responsibilities and better financial raise.

One of my best colleagues in Glass world across the country Mr K.C. SHARMA called me “ Kaul sahib pl listen .we , a group of engineers from HNG headed by Mr M.S Kini have joined UGL at Sahibabad. I have given your reference to Mr Kini and he would like to talk to you. Here Iam giving phone to Mr Kini.”

“ hello Mr kaul Iam Kini speaking. “ A sweet loud resonant voice was heard on the other end.

“ Yes sir pleased to talk to you. “ I replied softly.

“ I want you to join us as quality chief in UGL. I know you are one of best glass operation man and if you say yes I will talk to M.D of UGL.” He continued.

“It will be pleasure to work with you sir .kindly go ahead.” I replied confidently.

And that was it.

ON16th April 1983 I joined Jagatjit industries in their Glass unit ,Universal Glass at Sahibabad near Delhi as chief quality controller . JIL was established liquor manufacturer with premier brands in India .

The Glass unit, Universal Glass ,was manufacturing liquor bottles , quality jars for their well known   brands and food milk products like Viva and Maltova.

It was not a great decision because The Universal Glass had notorious reputation of dismissing production team on pretext of non performance rightly or wrongly. In fact no body alone or in group would join   Universal Glass normally that time.

I had raised these apprehensions with Mr Kinni at the time of interview but Mr Kinni had assured that nothing of such sorts could happen any longer..

The M.D had reportedly convinced him that nothing of such sort could happen.

 

However on Ist day of my joining I was a bit disappointed to find my cabin ill maintained,a dingy one with a a table broken at the edges. The chair was equally in dilapidated condition. A small fan whirred up in the ceiling with a creaking noise .giving it a shabby look.

I immediately went to Mr A.S BASU, Works Manager and told him that it was not possible for me to work in the cabin offered to me. There were some more officers with him. at the time.

Mr Basu smiled and said “ Mr Kaul I understand the fact that the cabin is not good one but will do something soon to look it better and comfortable to work on for you..”

“with due regards to you sir ,I cannot join my duty unless my cabin is overhauled. It lowers my morale to give my best.” I replied a bit angrily.

“ do you mean to say you will not join “ he asked surprisingly.

He dialled the telephone to M.D and said quite audible to me “ hello sir , Mr kaul ,who joined us today finds his cabin not adequate enough to sit in and work. Wants renovation of the same ,Otherwise may not work with us.” Mr Basu said softly.

After an interlude Mr Basu said “ Kaul talk to M.D” he handed over telephone to me .

“ hello mr kaul how are you . pl note I have asked Mr Basu to renovate your cabin and possibly all others in a week’s time .pl be sure it should be done speedily. I am glad you have set new standards for us.” the M.D said politely to me. “ Thank you sir. God bless you.” I replied handing over the phone to Mr Basu.

Needless to say the cabin was upgraded soon after.

The change was fruitful as I got chance to show my technical skill primarily as well as administrative commitment to produce quality products eventually to stand up to the market competition.

UGL got huge orders and the team working under the guidance of MS KINNI did remarkably well.

The team comprised of another genius production Manager Mr Subhash vishwakarma . He was very adept in managing the ISmachines and supported me not to pass bad quality .

His two engineers Mr KC Sharma and Mr Ahmad were equally good and highly adept in their engineering skills.

Mr Subhash was positive minded engineer rarely seen in glass units those days.

Our Plant Manager Mr A.S Basu was well known ,highly qualified, Glass Technologist ,who supported my staunch stand to maintain quality of glass products at any cost.

His affable , smiling disposition combined with long experience, acted as an epitome for all of us to achieve great strides in meeting production targets with ease.

There were friendly people in Universal glass, who were elated to see the company progressing ahead with good production and profits.

To be frank I loved the other colleagues like MrRakesh Arora , Mr A singh , MrChampati , Mr subhash Gupta, and many others who were source of joy inspiration to forge ahead the ship of Universal Glass.

Time passes on slowly gently and getting through it peacefully is no mean feat.

The one place I had been happy ,undoubtedly happy.

But I would confess doing away with spiteful rumours of losing jobs ,Universal Glass stood the test of time and became one of the rising stars of that bygone era.

After working for nearly seven years I one day decided to move ahead into one more green pastures to explore and imbibe a different culture.

Life is on going process. Donot stop in between.

On my triumphant farewell I took some accolades that fixed my destiny in future.

There are moments when you drive your temptations to some logical conclusions irrespective of hurdles .

 

 

 

BREEZY VALLEY by Brij Kaul

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

stealthily

under the cover of darkness of shitty

night

tears, lurking fears, tormenting heartburns

finally

soothing with the running

times.

breezy valley nestled among

the

gorgeous green mountain cliffs

mammoth charming Chinar

trees

swaying leaves in the cool morning

breeze.

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

alas;

cannot be forgotten any

more.

The afternoon red sky

with

shady sunshine and drizzle

A real moment for to be in

trizzle

the mellifluous cooing of

Cuckoo, Mynah ,Thrush, swallow

the birds that flocked

my window sill

bringing

morning musical thrill

to the torrid ears.

the shepherds grazing sheep

on the rolling green hills of

Yusmarg

the beatific belles young

walking frisking in pairs

singing

gleefully the popular

folk songs

while crossing the

purring streams of

Tangmarg,

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

cannot be forgotten any

more.

A SWEET WHISPER by BRIJKAUL

I have to tell you something

inaudible of course

just a sweet whisper in to your

 ear

my love still has not abated for you

dear

though past your age

but

your absorbing poise

a stately gait

glinting giggling

tranquility

entices me to keep loving

you .

I am your forsythia shadowing

                     you from rain snow and sunshine

     sprinkling bedecking with flowers to

make

                     you look gorgeous glowing glinting

as ever as a young belle

I met some decades gone

still

sensuous sparkling

alluring agile

luring me to come out

of

hibernation of love

get

intoxicated and drenched

by rousing sensuality

to

seek repose in your beauty

for ever..

JUST ALL LOVE

It

is just all love

from me to you

and

you to me

and just all love.

frolicking  rollicking

fluttering across like

a lark high above

the bonnet blue sky

with

a pair of roving eyes

a cascade of curly hair

summer’s sunny smile

you

ambled around for a while

garden alleys looking awesome

with roses lilac marigold

blossom

your demure sensuous divine

beauty

intoxicated my senses to the state of

ecstasy

without fear or tear

I swooned you over and

trailed kisses down

      your neck and bareback,

     you

lustly holding me to your bosom.

hand in hand

we

cheerfully braced for a walk

into busy buzzing street

amidst

the plying of cars and throngs

of men women

jostling for a space to tread upon

settling

finally for a cup of

tea.

it

is just all love

from me to you

and

you to me

and just all love

love and love.

MY STORY: I Strive To Survive. By Brijkaul

Early December day, 4TH December 1961 to be specified, was dull and dusky one.. The clouds were hovering over the Sky in abundance and threatening a bountiful of rains to be followed  by a possible snowfall anytime. It was a cold day. The cold piercing into one’s bones suggesting to have warm cups of tea to ward off the biting cold of severe winter.

The S.P.COLLEGE Srinagar was a sprawling one with beautiful college buildings built on English architecture.

Long well ventilated corridors ,having rows of  huge class rooms on  either side with seat arrangement on ascending order,  thus presenting  a beautiful look thereby , as a matter of fact.

The college lawns were thronged with boys dressed in warm winter blazers, tweeds, and colourful high neck sweaters , darting in and out of the classrooms, corridors and thus presenting a lively spectacle.

 I was soon joined by my friends , Roshan , surinder and Ali Mohammad.

we sat at our specified place in the corner of small adjacent lawn having small green hedges all along the corners.

“ Hey  Brij  looking pale.” Roshan said.

“ yes  you do not look in your upbeat mood” Surinder said briefly.

 “Today weather is dull ,he will be ok”  Ali Mohammad joined the chorus .

“I am not feeling well”  I replied . “ we need to have warm cups of tea” I snapped.

Ali Mohammad looked at his wrist watch and  said “ we can go for tea as there is  time for physics class to commence”.

We all started in the direction of Tuckshop.

Surinder was humming a song from Bollywood movie unaware of anything around him.

suddenly he declared “let us go out to a Restaurant for a small breakfast. I have not had anything in morning”

“we can make it . Still enough of time, nearly half an hour to go for class” he pleaded.

All agreed.

The restaurant was just at a stone’s throw from the side gate  and we had a nice table on the window side.

It was cold in the restaurant and we ordered for some sandwiches bread and butter ones.

we asked for warming up the oven in the fireplace and the  restaurateur asked the boy to start the fire immediately .The boy was quick to put fire in the iron oven and we felt  a little comfortable.

The restaurant boy spoke only Kashmiri  “ kya se pharav thoda wishnare “ — meaning  did you feel some warmth. he said triumphantly.

We all nodded in assent ,smiling .

 We had a hurried breakfast and quickly walked up to the classroom to attend Prof. Mamm’s physics lecture.

Prof, Mam’s class was always full to the capacity and there used to be such a silence even a pin drop could be heard.

 In the midst of lecture  I felt severe pain in my stomach ,tried to live up with this   but  could not do so. 

I stood up and said  in a feeble but quite audible voice.

“ Excuse me sir  I am ill , feeling intense pain “   

Prof  looked up from his  note book  “yes you can go , do you want me to give some one to help you.” he said cooly.

Meanwhile Roshan volunteered to accompany me ,followed by both Ali Mohammad and Surinder  all startled and shocked by unforeseen turn of  the event.

I plodded on ,helped by Roshan, to the corner of the lawn on the other side of the class room.  I lay down on the grass but was restless.  Instantly spewed out undigested rice and green saliva intermixed with  some  traces of blood .  Soon after I vomited blood profusely and the situation looked more contentious than we could have anticipated.

I could guess anxiety brewing up on the faces of my friends , Roshan was upset specially ,hurried to the first aid room and came with medicine and the compounder(semidoctor) available for primary medical aids.

The compounder made me to lie down comfortably and administered some medicine possibly to stop vomiting.

I pleaded to go home  and Roshan put me on the back seat of his bike and started pedaling  off to my home in  Karananagar; a distance of at least six kms .

There were no vehicles available except tongas, but the stands were off the college beat. One had to walk down a mile or so to catch a tonga.  So bikes were easy handy ones. 

 As we were about to move I overheard  Surinder saying  with the twang of his nose “ I will  try to get a tonga close by.”

Roshan instructed Ali Mohammad to contact and inform my father in B.ED college en-route to my home  which he did.

My father was principal ,an educationist of repute.

As soon as we reached out of college main gate  Surinder  was  waiting with a tonga for us.

I was very weak after awful vomiting and could hardly sit on the back seat of the bike. So tonga was a boon .   “ Thanks” I murmured to Surinder.

“use my bike going to your home today” Roshan yelled at Surinder who in turn nodded in affirmative.

The tonga strode  in the spluttered rains on the main road with full speed towards my home. Roshan put me in a lying down position allowing me to keep my feet in his lap while seating himself in the corner with bare minimum space available.  Although the pain did not subside. but somehow I did not bleat either. 

“Surinder did right to get this tonga,otherwise we would have been wet in the rains.” Roshan said to himself .

The Tongawala finally pulled up his tonga outside my home ,18  karan nagar.

It was a big bungalow built up on half an acre land with plenty of trees  ,both cherry and poplar, standing all along the inside boundary interspersed with flowers giving enough greenery and beauty to the whole house.

Roshan  helped  me to get upstairs on first floor into the main room . My mother anxiously asked me  “ what is matter my son. Are you alright.” she sighed heavily and my dishevelled looks sent a shiver tingling down her spine. She stood motionless for sometime.

Roshan replied softly “ he got ill suddenly needs some rest and a glass of cold water”.

 “Donot be disappointed ,he will be alright . God is great.“ Roshan said philosophically to console my mother.

The door opened  ajar and my father, a tall bespectacled man,swarthy in complexion, walked in.

“I have called for the best doctor ,he is coming soon, and if necessary  we will go to the hospital” my father said anxiously, the anxiety writ large  on his face .  “Ali Mohammad told me  about your illness. Did you vomit again” he continued.

“Dr is coming soon, no worry.” He spoke nervously pacing the room several times.

Dr G.L. Hanjura, M.D from US, entered  the room suddenly and started checking me ,asking for  intermittent questions in between .

“did you go for motion, how was it , I mean colour”

  “  black “ my father answered.

   “was it in large quantity , how many times you had motions’ ” Dr asked curiously.

  “ two times , but in moderate qtys. only.”  I answered

 The Dr advised me to be hospitalized for two days for investigations, to be admitted  now without losing further time.

He wrote something on his note book ,probably prescription with clear instructions for hospitalization.

 “ I will come to hospital by evening . Meanwhile you get him admitted soon” Dr spoke to my father and left.

I could see my worried uncles Babuji and Tathaji both with disapproving sad looks asking my father to hasten up to take me to the SMH Hospital ,luckily not far from our  house.

For two days I was put on drugs and had been under thorough investigations . The head nun with her tight wimple darting in and out continuously for conducting essential tests. to locate the ulceration .

 Dr Hanjura allowed me to be taken to home for further treatment.

Dr Hanjura  explained to my father the possible mild ulceration ,a typical sore on the lining in the stomach,or oesophagus could be cause of the blood vomiting,  did not warrant lengthy stay in the hospital assuring him that he would treat me at the home itself.  

He further alerted us to be prepared for a long treatment .  My anxious uncles peeked over the opening of the door to listen to Dr’s conversation. In fact my  uncle  Babuji  enquired from the doctor about the  actual  status  of the ulceration. Dr replied cooly “ we will do our best . There is no worry.”

 Back at home I was put on rigorous bland diet for about six months . Sips of ice cold milk at regular intervals to be taken with a  biscuit or two. slowly and steadily.

 Other diets followed like boiled vegetables, and  later on mildly spiced minced roasted mutton balls were given to me in  small quantities. at regular intervals. 

Milk was the main diet for three to four months.

I was not allowed to go to college and thus lost one academic year .

I spent time to read English authors like Thomas Hardy, Oliver Gold Smith, Charles Dickens Somerset Maughm and a host of essayists R.l.Stevenson, Thomas huxley etc.

My father insisted I should write some essays.

I learnt writing by playing sedulous ape to great writers. and thus developed my own style .

I turned to reading American authors John stein Beck, Pearl S Buck, Sinclair Lewis ,Earnest Hemmingway  and host of others to get over the fatigue and also to while away the time.

I read some Indian authors as well like R.K.Narayan, Bhabani Bhattacharjee Jab Ruthwala, Anita Desai, and so on.

Some of the books — Mayor of Caster bridge, Good Earth, The old man and the Sea, Return of the Native,  The Guide enthralled me very much.

Nearly after four  months I was allowed to take small quantity of rice with boiled cooked potatoes sprinkled with salt and a bit of spices. 

 My mother in addition put a pint of turmeric powder to make it tasty.

 After undergoing  Barium meal test ,I was allowed to take near normal diet. The Red Kashmiri  chilies were  ruled out at least for time being. Interestingly enough I avoid these chilies even now.

 My large family ,especially father ,mother, aunties and uncles were worried about my health.  

They used to huddle around me in twos  and threes to bolster my mood all the time. My aunties were very fond of me .The elder one ,Bhabhi, as all children fondly called her, would relate stories from Indian epics ,Mahabharta and Ramayana every evening religiously to all of us. The other aunty Mataji was kind affectionate beautiful lady ,always helpful.

My youngest aunty Mohanji was medical doctor at Delhi , used to send detailed precautionary notes to my father through letters. ours was a well knit family devoted to one another’s well being.

I later  leant through them that my grand father  ,Shri Shiv Kaul had died of duodenal ulcer soon after his retirement ,way back in 1940/41. I thus understood the reason of their extraordinary anxiety about my health .The disease was dreaded one those days with no or little treatment.

 Dr G. L. Hanjura  cured me fully and I did not have this trouble till date any longer. I feel  he was God in disguise of a doctor.

I am pleasantly  healthy now.

It was for many years I was kept away from the niceties of Kashmiri Wazwan.

Eventually I became a voracious eater of both vegetarian  and non-vegetarian  Kashmiri dishes.

I was invited in marriage parties by my friends only when abundance of food varieties would be  available. to eat.

Now  at  seventy  I still have taste for such niceties of dishes ,both Kashmiri or otherwise.

Chula Bathura,  Dosas , Kanti kabab, Nargis koftas  are some of the rarest of rare dishes I readily pounce upon without much hesitation.

 I did not brood over but learnt to fight against all odds with courage and conviction. I combated the disease effectively with a smile and thus strove hard  to survive to this day.

LIFE A BLIZZARD

BY BRIJKAUL

Life is a blizzard

of

love and laughter

the  peals  of laughter

could be heard and echoed

all along.

Life is a bubbling youth

sensuous serene like hyacinth

emitting scintillating

smile

Do not look behind

the fog and smoke may

engulf  you a captive

of  past repugnant

memories

Even donot look  sideways

you may

be  caught in the melee of past

 Cravings Crimes

Keep moving forward  with the

Present  pleasant times

Life  not a static one  instead moving

on a rapid pace

just to conquer and succeed

the race

to the  desired place..

                                                     Donot look behind

the dark clouds may

push you deep down

into the labyrinth  of

Oblivion.

Soar on to the blues of the

sky

along with the wind and birds

flying high

delving deep into the

  fathom of the universe