చిన్నారులు

మా టీచర్ గారు నన్ను ఒక ఆర్టికల్ రాయమని అడిగారు అడిగి చాలా రోజులే అయింది. నా కైతే ఒక్క ఆలోచన కూడా రావట్లేదు అయితే నకప్పుడే గుర్తుకొచ్చారు మా చిట్టి పొట్టి చిన్నారులు అప్పుడు నాకు అనిపించింది నా చిన్నారి  మిత్రుల్ని గూర్చి ఒక ఆర్టికల్ రాయవచ్చు అని. ఈ మాటలే వారికి అంకితం

తామరాకులు మీద స్థిర పడ్డ కోమలమైన నీతి బుడగలు వంటి వారు. ఆకాశం నుంచి జారిపడ్డ నవ్వుల కానుకలు, భూమి మీద దాగున్న  నక్షత్రాలు,  నిన్నటికి రేపటికి మద్య సేతువులు, వికాస కేతువులు, శాంతి హేతువులు ,నిశ్వార్ద ప్రేమ పంచువారు, గగనన్ని తాకు పువ్వులు, తెల్లవారి గాలులలో సుగంధాలు, మకరందాన్ని ఆస్వాదించి సీతాకోక చిలుకలు , రేపటి కొసం చీకటి కోసే వేకువ కిరణాలు, వీరు గోరంత దీపలే కావచ్చు కానీ ఏదొక నాటికి కోడంత వెలుగులై చీకటి పారద్రోలు వారు,  మురలి వీణ గానం వంటి వారు, జీవితపు సంగీత రాగాలు, మదిలో మెదులు అమాయకపు చూపులు, కొండలలో వాగుల అల్లరులు, చిలిపితనానికి చిహ్నాలు, పండుగ పరిమళాలు, చూడడానికే బుడుగులు కదిలిస్తే చిచ్చరు పిడుగులు, చక్కటి నవ్వుల చిరుజల్లులు, చిక్కటి వాలుచూపులు, కవ్వించే అందాలు, నవ్వించే మాటలు, కన్నీళ్లు తెప్పించే ఆనందాలు, మురిపించే మల్లెలు, మైమరిపించే జ్ఞాపకాలు, కార్మికుని పనితనం వంటి వారు, పెద్దల ఆశీర్వాదాలు వంటి వారు, వారే మా ముద్దు ముద్దు మాటల, బుడి బుడి అడుగుల బుడుగులు చిచ్చర పిడుగులు

                                                                                                   -కె. భరద్వాజ్

                                                                       

Little cheers

CHEER UP MY                                            FRIEND                                                     There have been some gems among us who changed the course of the world because they look the world differently. Their thinking was unique not everyone understood them.  They were opposed but they are the winners and the world was amazed. For them I dedicate this:

Open the doors of your minds, the wind is all tied up lets free it. Bring your kites bring your colors lets decorate the canopy of the sky. Why were you so worried? You are here a guest, at nature’s behest. The world was made just for you. Discover yourself, know who you are. You’re the sun, radiate light. You are the river, flow on, fly high. You will find your purpose where you will find your happiness

Life is like candy floss, spun of hopes and dreams savor it, hoard it in the palm of your hand. If there is thirst in you, you will find a raincloud round the corner. Don’t let anyone come in your way your potential is endless like the sky. You’re the sun, radiate light. You are the river, flow on, fly high. You will find your purpose where you will find your happiness.

Life is not so easy buddy. Life changes with the change in the seconds. Some time it is dark some time it is full of light. Enjoy every movement. Make it a big day. Because this very day may not be there for you tomorrow.

The world is what you make of it. It’s in the eye of the beholder. Who says fish don’t fly? Ever thought of it? Does the sun bathe every day? Or does he just wet his hair and pretend to be clean? These stars are they winkling or grumbling each other in anger. Why is the world so colorful? Ever wondered? Imagine. Choosing these colors so lovingly someone has decorated the world. Soo beautiful is your universe. I suspect the creator is surely an artist. . So free your mind spread your wings let the colors fly come on lets spin new dreams. Let the world be cherished with your thoughts let the sky be decorated with your ideas let the universe be surprised with your imaginations. I am with you, you are with me. You and me, lets altogether fragrance the sky with bright thoughts, better ideas, and best experiences                                                              

                                                                               -K. Bharadwaj 

     THEY ARE THE SMALL      CHILDREN   Look at them they are of like fresh drops of dew nestled in palms and leaves. They are gifts of the heavens. They stretch, turn, slip and slide like delicate pearls glinting with laughter. They are like little stars on earth. Like sunshine of winters day bathes the court yard in gold they banish darkness in our hearts and warm us to the core. They are the stars on the earth. 

Like sleep trapped in eye lids, where sweat dreams abound and in the dream an angel rises. They are like fountains of color. They are like butterflies on blossoms, like love which is selfless. They are surging ways of hope; they are the dawn of dreams and eternal joy. On the heavy nights of dark bosom they sit like a flame dispelling gloom. Like an orchards fragrance they fill the air. They are like kaleidoscope of myriad hues.

They are like flowers reaching up the sun. They are like the notes of flute in the quite of a grove. They are breaths of fresh air. They are the rhythm and music of life. Like the pulsing life of the neighborhood they are like buds, determined to bloom. They are like the breeze of the season caught in your palm. They are the blessings of our elders.

Sometimes as wise as old men at others, they are like care free stream or a volley of innocent questions. Like laughter breaks silence, and smile lights up a face. They are like celestial light that shines on the fortunate. They are like the moon dancing on the lake. They are like a familiar shoulder in the midst of a crowd. They are gurgling stream, frothing and giggling. They are like a sweet little nap at midday. They are like the comfort of loving touch. They are like joyous music ringing in your ears. They are like a fine spray of rain. Can you guess who are they? As others said they are not the pillars they are the planners. They are the children!!!!!!

                                                                        -K. Bharadwaj

                                                                                    

                                                                             

    Macabre Money       

It was a dark night a man is walking with a suitcase. His walking is very strange. Suddenly a white object goes before him. He was frightened. And it appeared again. He sat on bench.The creature and killed him, and the things were recorded in the CC camera. The sun rised and a person encounters the deadbody and brings it to the vision of police. The police arrives and they couldn't come through. and submits the case to the detectives. The detective takes up the case along with a police. Now this mysterious case is about to solved by a young and cool detetective named arjun.
                  What was the creature? Why did the creature killed the man? Who was that man? why was he walking strange at the midnight? Could Arjun solve the case and punish the victims? Or finds deadly end?  

Firstly Arjun visits the murdered man's house and enquires hiss wife about what exactly happened

Wife :( crying) I don’t know sir. He received a call at the midnight he shivered a lot. After the call he took the gold, money and everything in the locker. He went with them in a suitcase.

Detective: Thank you for the information we may contact you for any other details at anytime. (he comes out of the house)  Ok Manoj let us visit the murder spot for further details.

Police:  yes sir.

(They reached the murder spot). They find a special embroidered cloth.

Detective: hey manoj did you notice this. It is special embroidered cloth. This can be only done by a person who knows the ancient art.

Police: yes   sir, this ancient art is only known by only one person on the earth.

Detective: then manoj let’s go to that tailor

Police:  yes sir.

(They reach the tailor’s home)

Detective: we are from FBI

Tailor: Hello

Detective: hello sir, could you please answer for our questions kindly.

Tailor: yes.

Detective: manoj proceed

Police: I think you know the ancient art.

Tailor: yes, of course

Police: then kindly say, did anybody came to you in the search of or to purchase

Tailor: (shivering) I don’t know anything about it, no one did not came please leave me alone. I don’t know… I don’t know……….

Detective: you know it

Tailor: I don’t know sir …I swear on my father’s tomb (he cries)

Detective: we will visit after. Prepare to answer (they leaves)

(They come out and talk)

Detective: we have to follow him keep an eye on him

Police: yes sir

The detective alone follows the tailor. The tailor goes into a graveyard. Their he touches a grave and his tears falls on the grave. The detective thinks that the grave belongs to his father. So to check out the grave he digs it because he wants the evidences to prove that tailor is accused. He finds a skeleton and hair of the skeleton and collects the hair for DNA tests he comes back.

              He goes to the tailor’s house to question him. In the way he finds a mad man in front of a fast truck he saves the mad man and asks a neighbor

 Detective: sir, where does this mad man belong to

Neighbor: take right and then left the third one

Detective: Thank you sir

He finds it is tailor’s house. So he asks the beside house member that

Detective: what is the relationship between this mad man and the tailor?

(He answers that they are father and son)HE GETS CONFUSED    

Detective: (He says this in himself) then the tailor had promised on his father’s  tomb  but here his father is alive how is this possible!

AT THAT TIME THE TAILOR IS ON THE WAY TO THE GRAVEYARD THEN THE DETECTIVE REMEBERED THAT HE NOT CLOSED THE TOMB SO HE RUSHES TO THE GRAVEYARD WHEN HE IS HE GOING TO CLOSE A GOLD REFLECTION FALLS ON HIS EYE HE FINDS IT IS GOLD AND UNDER IT THERE IS MONEY     

  Detective: what! Money in the tomb! Oh…. God what is this what is this?  Let me say this to manoj

(he discusses the whole matter with manoj/police)

 Police: this is really a mystery sir

  Detective: OK.. What about the DNA reports.

Police: yes sir they are here but sir………

Detective: what?

Police: there is no match in the reports of the dead person and the hair of the tomb person

Detective: what……….?

    Interval/Break/Part-1Ends

Detective: we received some clues and proves by which we can say the tailor is accused

1)    He lied that his father is dead to escape

2)    The gold and money in the tomb

3)     And also the tailor touched it

4)    And above all he is shivering and he is frightened while talking about the cloth

By this we can deduce and also prove that tailor is accused

Police: But what about the DNA report sir

Detective: I have to go to the tailor this time I won’t leave him    

                         Times of India 

The detective who is on the recent and mysterious case is sick with a deadly disease. It is the thing that when he met the tailor he got this deadly disease. The case came to an end. The detective needs a last and strong proof. The government has appointed Mr. Ram the new detective is on this case. Whom do you think the murderer?

Police: I say it is the tailor. What do you say sir?

Ram: before answering you let me read the files no no no no I have to go to the tailor

 Tailor: what sir you guys won’t live me. How many days sir?

Ram: hey hey wait could you please say what really happened?

Tailor: yes sir every time he used criticize me and. When he met me last he forcibly made me as accused

Ram: say the truth

Tailor: really sir

Ram: then why did you lie to him

Tailor: I thought if I lie he would live me

Ram: then shivering in talking

Tailor: if he fears me how could I not be frightened?

Ram: then money in the tomb, touching the tomb?

Tailor: everybody receives peace in different ways. I will also receive in graveyard. Who knows there is money in the tomb? 

Ram: hey say really. If this is a lie I will sue you

Police: sir I don’t think he is saying the truth

Ram: let us see. Now I will go to the detective for extra information

(He goes to Mr. Arjun)

Ram: hello sir how are you sir?

Arjun: I’m fine what is the reason for your visit?

..................................................................................................................................................................some thin g happens in between Mr. arjun tries to kill Mr. Ram…………)

The next day in the court:-

Ram’s lawyer: My lord finally I say that the murderer is the arjun

Arjun’s lawyer: how can this be? What are the proofs?

Ram’s lawyer: my lord Mr. Arjun tried to kill the Ram the Ram is the one who can explain everything

JUDGE: proceed

Ram: sir CC cameras are secretly fixed in Mr. Arjun’s house. Let me explain what happened when I went to Mr. arjun’s house he tried to kill me the conversation is:- I asked him that he has criticized or forced the tailor anytime? He answered me “what? Who said it? No I have not even talked angrily with him”. I said “sir to say you one thing that you are the murderer”.  Ha ha nice joke he laughed. I said”it’s not a joke it is the truth. The CC camera video shows your face. You are white dressed”. He coughed and said “get me some water from the kitchen” .I got water. He came back to me. I saw there is gold and money in the cupboard which is there in the grave when I was taking a glass from the cupboard. When I turned back he was there and a knife is also present in his hand. He dropped when I saw it. You can see I in the video. And the cloth is stolen from the tailor by Mr. Arjun . He left a slip there that he would kill the tailor if he discusses this thing with anybody. So when he asks the tailor about the cloth the tailor got frightened. And he took a chance of this. I don’t know how a great person like him is controlled by this money. This is the macabre money.

Judge: the court proceedings will be on next Friday

                                                                                                 

     TIMES OF INDIA               Mr. Arjun is no more. He attempted a suicide. He is dead. May he is a murderer. He is a great detective. But because of the love on the money made him to suicide. A brave man a great intelligent is lost of his love towards the horrid money. Hope his spirit will be with peace.

             ‘We need money to live not to leave’

Characters                                                            Mr. Arjun , Mr.Ram-detectives

Manoj------police

Tailor

Mr. Arjun’s lawyer

Mr. Ram’s lawyer

Judge

Wife of murdered man

Neighbor

K.K.S.bharadwaj

                                                      xI daffodils                           4/1732