Month: December 2020

The selling price of an object is the price at which a product is sold.Well it rules the world.Selling price is better known as MRP (Maximum retail price), but in most parts of the world, goods except medium to highly commercial products are sold on the retailer demand price i.e. the price which the seller wants. It is often calibrated to suit the needs of the seller (shopkeeper) leaving the customers with nothing but high prices.This is where one understands the true meaning of selling price.

Adios!

Good works are not held by others.It is done on one’s own good will. Work is like flowing wind, its temperament is unknown. Like in the recent times, when everyone was nearly out of work. A noble deed to build a particular thing for someone else, is widely accepted in the society but is often done for false causes. Good works are not to be defined by their outlook but by the work itself. That means the work is and will be good from the beginning till the end.Good work is not said but done.

Adios!

A blue cap nearly four years old,

Was the best friend of its owner.

The owner was named Lilu.

Lilu loved his cap and seldom left it alone.

One day a bird noticed the cap on Lilu’s head and liked it immediately.

The bird followed Lilu home and took a swig at it.

Lilu swooshed the bird away and the next day as he was about to go out, he saw the same bird waiting at his doorstep.

Lilu became cautious and instead if wearing the blue one, he wore a yellow cap.

The bird tried but couldn’t make up his mind on it.

The blue cap was its dream and it would remain to be.

Few days later the bird found a blue cap lying on the street and flew away with it.

But as much as it would try the cap would not fit his head.

The bird kept the cap neat and clean in its nest.

One day it managed to wear it.Since that day

it has been wearing the cap daily.

Adios!

One fine afternoon,

I had a wonderful tram journey.

The tram went from my school to Esplanade and there were only two stops in between.

I had a wonderful cone ice cream and a not a single drop had fallen on my scholl dress.

Ma was very happy that my school dress had not become spoilt.

As we were walking on the esplanade street,

We saw the jhalmuriwala and bought two small packets of jhalmuri.

We saw a book seller selling writing notebooks.

Ma asked him-“How much is the cost of four books?”

He replied-“Eighty rupees.”

Ma said-“That’s very high.”

The bookseller was about to say something when the buses started arriving for the forward journey.

We left the hagging bookseller their and got onto a bus which was empty.

But luckily the bus would be waiting for fifteen minutes.

So, we started munching the jhalmuris.

You folks already know that deep down we love jhalmuri more than anything else.

As I was eating the jhalmuris I saw a beautiful and astonishing sight.

Ma too was eating the jhalmuri from the small packet like a little child and Ma had a very happy face.

I kept looking at her again and again.Ma was happy and in a world where little children always are.

Her happiness was like that of a small girl.

That’s all and

Adios!

My red note book,

Contains my writings of days of the past,

Of the time present.

It contains my emotions,

My laughter,

My days when we used to be more livelier

It takes me back to the time when God carried me in his arms

And when my maternal grandmother was alive.

My red notebook is my journey into the life of Ma, Baba and me.

It is a treasure but unlike others it doesn’t leave a trail.

Adios!