Formula Defying Murder!!

An apple has fallen on her head
Gravity of the matter has caught her in red.


She secretively subtracted her first-daughter and added her as a sister

Only to make her Null and Void 24 years later.


Sheena is that victim's name. 24 or 22? Quite a debate for the actual Age.

So it is for her too. 45 or 43? What a rebel in her Middle-Age!


Why? Why did she do that?

I want to know. My Gossip wants to know!
Police, Lawyer, Journos. The Nation wants to know!!


3 Husbands, 3 kids and abandoned parents......

Equating Each one's  identity, history and mystery
Is like Algebra's X, Y, Zs goofing around in the memory.


Das+Khanna+Mukherjee, 3 lovers in a row

Who is an ally and who is a foe?


2nd one, Khanna, is her partner in crime.

Her driver aided too on this murderous long drive

No more did he have her job after this rife

Her 2nd child, Mikhail, no more got his bribe.


Bribe! Like his sister Sheena, to be subtracted as a son,

And added as her brother. What fun!!


She wanted to negate him too with his sister.

But smartly he fled and got divided from her.


Now he reveals her dirty secrets, squaring up against her past

So affirms his father, the first lover, Das, who has finally made his starcast


Lived through her negligence are her aged Parents

Who nurtured her kids too, now live with cumulative laments.


3rd child from 2nd lover & ally, Vidhie, has zilch to contribute

Was it for her property name, this murder was a tribute?


Vidhie took the surname of the 3rd lover and her foster father

Who is still learning this murder's math, he is the very famous Peter.

A flamboyant person who has had compounding interested families too.
A son from first wife who romanced with his half-daughter Sheena. Woohoo!

Half-Daughter to Peter means Half-sister to his son

Half and Half, this revelation caused him one hell of a confusion


Did this un-equated romance between foster siblings become a threat

or the bribes to Sheena fell short of balancing the secret.

Indrani... Indrani... Why did you that?

Mode says:  Secret Revelation issues
Median says: Property & Money issues
Mean says: Mix of both the issues
But nobody knows your real issues

"Indrani... Indrani.... What have you done?"
Every action has equal and opposite reaction.
All your calculations have broken into fraction!

You have been mean on an average, now on an average everyones mean to you.
And  the rest few, very negligible few, do not know how to help you.

The maths that I learnt always has a definite solution.
But your Maths is only leading to indefinite illusion.

"Indrani... Indrani.. Whatever maybe the result of your case...

An apple has definitely fallen on your head
Gravity of your deeds has put your name in red...!!"

Maths, Formulaes, physics, chemistry has always got me into trouble. Was only glad to get rid of these subjects gradually after school and then college. And when "Let Poetry Be",  (facebook.com\letpoetrybe) a poetic society of which am a part of, posed a challenge to its member to create verses around  Mathematical/scientific concepts, I thought trouble was knocking my doors again. Presuming it was not my cup of tea, I did not even dare to attempt initially.

Then, as they say a 'Eureka' moment happened. Some one inspired me. Someone, who is hawt, who is happening these days. Someone whose lifetime calculative deeds are being un formulated currently, with no  definite result yet..

This someone became my protagonist and finally my Mathematical Poetic Verse culminated. And I presented it in Let Poetry Be's "Formula Verse event held on 19th September, 2015 at Atta Galata

9 Emotions of Parenting!

Sometimes nostalgia takes me back to my pre-motherhood days when life was more carefree.. yet those days also I felt I never had the time.
And then I think of all the myriad parenting responsibilities I've had over my past 6 years of motherhood. So many experiences, so many moments, so many emotions.
Experiences of losing patience and sometimes gaining patience.. Moments filled with proud smiles and sometimes with frown lines..  
As a parent, I have experienced all the 9 emotions  as they call it. Navras- 9 moods or Mudras- 9 dance poses of 9 different expressions.. Joy, Anger, Fear, Courage, Sad, Wonder, Disgust, Peace, Love
  
Joy:: Like when my son as a baby would smile and long for me, or his first toddler step, it was a pure Joy.. His kiddish talks and pranks amuse me.. His achievements, friendships, night out camps are as exciting to me... His imaginative works are fun sometimes...
 
Anger:: But not when the works are too messy to clean up.. Definitely Not when he comes home dirty.. Not even when he is mischievous or fussy or throwing tantrums .. These antics only make me Very Very ANGRY..
 
Fear:: Angry I was at myself when I lost him in a park one time.. Afraid too "what if I never find him".. I get worried during his long illnesses.. And as he grows I shall get anxious about his subjects as well..
 
Courage:: Guess all of these makes a parent more courageous. And I felt bravest when standing out of the playschool and hear my son cry incessantly on his first day..    
 
Sad:: And when a child cries due to pain, it always makes a parent Sad. I also feel sad to see my son's small face after my disciplinary rebuke towards him. It will also be sad to see his pain of rejections, disappointments in the future. Sigh..But can't help it.
 
Wonder:: Sometimes kids bear pain much better than expected of them and I wonder how. I also wonder how observant they can be and depict it in their out-of-the-blue dialogues. Part of growing up. And its a wonderful feeling to see my son growing.. And growing fast to even realise it. Like a few days back I learnt that he could read a complete sentence, or his milk tooth had started shaking and am still in wonder. 
 
Disgust:: Disgusting however I felt when I was asked for double the admission fees since I was a day late to collect the admission form in one of the schools. The commercial misuse around children hits hard. So does child rape, child abuse. It hits otherwise too but as a parent it hits harder.
 
Peace::With so much chaos all around, peace is most difficult to attain. An aspirational emotion it is, the only time am at peace is when my son goes to sleep. At least now I have come to realize the importance of me time, peace time.
  
Love:: Despite having a long bad day or despite being angry with my son, at the end of the day I only bestow love to him by quietly giving a peck on his cheek while he is asleep. When am playing and giggling with him, there is love, when am worried and sad for him, there is love, even when am rebuking and disciplining  him , there is love. It is the strongest emotion and hidden within all the above feelings.

Love is most inspiring and keeps any parent going. Love makes up for all the pre-parenthood carefreeness. Love is the reason why parents discipline their children and enable a fulfilling life for them

Above all it is Love and pure Love, why every parent want their children to be Happy and Blessed!

Always!!

Amen!!!
  

Scribbles...

Scribble
An art or science of a subconscious mind
Or gibberish sketches of a day-dreaming mind

A backbencher game between a lesson
A doodle between a lazy conversation
A drift between a boring session
0r just a random way of expression

Never matures...
it is childlike,
And pristine.
 The habit Never really Dies.
Whenever the pen, the thoughts laze on paper,
 it mysteriously comes Alive....