The Pen From My Dad Which Fell In The Grass.

In my school, on one side the grass was green and the ground other side had no grass. We used to play games like Kabbadi and Kho-Kho (Indian games) and court marks were drawn over it with a white chalk.

Our school had a big ground and the classrooms encompassed the ground on all sides.

On the other side where the grass grew at a minimum level and was greener, the assembly used to take place over there and according to class and section we would stand in the assembly line.

There was verandah outside the classrooms and tall blade grass grew near the inner side of the outer verandah wall.

Sparrows, pigeons and other birds used to come and perch on the grass blades and while having tiffin on the verandah, bits of our tiffins such as breads, biscuits would fall in the grass and the sparrows would eat those bits.

They would locate those food particles inside the grass blades and find them out.

I would observe them with great interest, as they seemed more important to me than food. The little amount of food they would pick in their beaks and furr they would fly off, was most interesting to watch.

Grass would always interest me.  The tall blades of grass have a tapering top, but the sides are sharp.

Just notice how unique and beautiful nature is. In a small thing like grass, you can see the nature’s truth. A blade of grass being without any stem or strong support, is so strong that it requires quite a heavy energy to pull it up from the soil. The heave of the pull often pulls a man towards the grass. It is magnificent example of Newton’s laws of energy. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

All of us have seen cows munching grass for longer periods of time, but we do not know how the cows do it as they do not have top teeth. Anyhow nature’s wonder is unparalleled/

However, the story continues. Once after my art class got over, my art sir showed me a paint brush and asked me whether it was mine. I couldn’t recognize it, so I said-“no, it is not mine” and before the next art class I found out that it was missing from my pencil box.

But at that same time, I lost my fountain pen. I couldn’t find it, I searched for it everywhere.

 I was very sad that I had lost my fountain pen. I had got many good marks with it.

Days passed and I kept missing my pen more and more. I couldn’t recover my painting brush as sir might had thrown it away. When I asked him about it, he looked at me with a frown.

Well, one day, beside that place where the tall grass grew, a debate competition was held between nine grade students with all their sections taking part in it.

For the last conclusion and for the judgement the teachers called me. After my judgement, the teachers would give their judgement.

The subject was about the famous novelist and great poet Rabindranath Tagore who did not want to go to school for his education. He didn’t like school, so he was home tutored by many teachers and this was arranged by his father. He honed his talent by learning at home  and later on went to become a renowned poet and became famous with noble prize.He was the pioneer of Bengali literature.

The whole debate was about the topic whether school education was necessary or not for a person to shine in this world.

When the debate was going on, participants were giving their debate speech on the verandah platform, four sparrows had a flight over our heads (including the participants and the teacher’s) and they landed on the grass. Our attention went to them for few seconds and we continued with the debate.

But when they had landed I had seen something shining in the grass. After the competition was over, I went over to that place and looked at that shining thing, thinking that what it could be? Can you believe my surprise and happiness when I saw, it was my green fountain pen which I had lost! It was my father’s gift for me when I was in bed with typhoid.

Green was lost in green. I had nearly danced like a man who had got water after years for searching for it.

To my great delight, the conclusive part of the debate given by me was appreciated by the teachers but our section didn’t win. The girl from C- section won the prize. The happiness of getting back the green pen was enormous, the fact that I will be writing with it again and with God’s grace scoring a lot of marks of in all the subjects. It was like acting     in a movie where they show that at the end a beautiful miracle takes place.




Sparrows chirp and they chirp beautifully.

In the morning when sparrows chirp it brings good luck and blessings.

Whenever you give them food such as rice grains and biscuits, they will fly away. But sometime later when you have gone away from that place, they would come and eat the food.

Sometimes, they come and chirp in low and high pitched chirps. If you think that they are asking for more food, then you are mistaken as they are calling their relatives and friends to come have breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Sparrows are very sweet creatures who are a glowing star in God’s creation.



Music On a Bus Part-2

The Band got down from the bus and the bus went on ahead.The people who were singing and clapping, were now resting and enjoying the cool breeze and the sparrows were nibbling on the titbits of food which they found on the bus.

As the bus turned towards the road from where the seaside was visible, much cooler breeze started coming and the warmth of the sunlight was so glorious and healthy, that it felt as if they were standing near the hearth in their home. As the rays of sunlight touched the body, all tiredness, sluggishness and sleep vamoosed. Now it was time for the bus to take rest. The bus stopped near an air conditioned restaurant and the driver reminded everyone that the bus would leave exactly after forty-five minutes.

They all went inside the restaurant.As it was afternoon, the tables were mostly empty and the waiters were feeling too lazy to take down any orders.Slowly, slowly at snail’s space, the waiters came and took the orders. Most of the bus passengers ordered for tea and snacks.

After having tea and snacks, everyone was waiting to go back to the bus, when the bus conductor came and told that they would have to wait for another half an hour as the bus driver was still sleeping.Hearing this, everyone grumbled.Now the time started passing slowly and some even dozzed off.It was five o’clock in the evening, when a band who were going to a particular function, entered the restaurant. They had ordered for some light food and were waiting for it to come, when two men from the band absent mindedly, began playing their instruments simply for sheer fun. Everyone woke with a jolt hearing –“para paap paap paap poon and dhi tiri riri riri” and they were stunned.It was a full on jazz performance of drums and saxophone.

All the bus passengers and the remaining band members were shouting-“Stop, stop, stop.Please our heads are aching.” Those men stopped playing their instruments and all heaved a sigh of relief.

Barely five minutes or so had passed, when the bus conductor came and said-“The driver has woken up, freshened himself up and the bus is ready to go.”

Immediately, everyone started walking towards the restaurant door, when a voice asked –“where is the bus going?”

The conductor replied-“to so and so place.” Immediately the band members’ faces lightened up. It felt as if they had received early bonuses.

Their leader spoke-“We, too would like to ride on your bus, as our destination is the same.”

After all the musicians had got on the bus, the conductor was trying to decide whether to charge for the musical instruments or not. The big trumpet had nearly blocked the exit and the bus driver wondered whether more such quirky individuals would get on the bus. Two bands in a single day, was something that he had never seen in his job.

Before the bus started doing –“Grr-grr-grr-grr”, the starting sound which all buses make before picking up speed, an ice cream seller got on to the bu. Instantly he began mongering his ice products of love, cups, bowls and cones.

“Mango-vanilla – lollipop ice cream, two plus one free.” There were two children on the bus.Spontaneously they asked their mothers for ice creams. Reluctantly the mothers had to buy them the ice creams. The ice cream seller said-“two plus one free. Buy four and I will give you three free.” The mothers’ simply brushed off his offer and bought single quantity of ice cream for their kids. Before giving her kid the ice cream, one of the ladies who had bought the ice cream had taken a bite and felt that the mango-vanilla-lollipop was heaven sent. She told all the passengers nearby that the ice cream was simply superb to eat and in a speed faster than superfast train, the whole bus was sumptuously eating the ice cream (including the driver and the conductor). By this time the dusk had fallen and sun was on the verge of going down the horizon, when the flute player of the band, played a tune so melodious that it toughed everyone’s heart’s core. It was a befitting salute and tribute to the Sun God who nourishes us all and keeps guard for us.The mouth organ player joined his friend and the harmonium player too rendered a soft piece of an unknown raga.

The evening stars were now shining all across the sky and the band began practising their songs for the function. Unknown to them, it was causing a bit of chaos to people below on the streets, as they kept on looking here and there for the source of sound and music, but couldn’t find it.

The band members became bored by playing the same songs again and again, so they began playing the latest party and hip and hop songs and instantaneously the whole bus was swaying, singing and dancing to those songs. The driver was having a hard time controlling his desire to get up from his seat and belt out a few dance moves, but it was years of experience of monotonous driving that he kept his buttocks firmly on his seat. Before the band alighted from the bus, they played out a famous songs so beautifully, that people passing by had gathered themselves around the band and like free birds, they forgot themselves for a few priceless and extraordinary moments.

Music is priceless, music is eternal and it is both boon and grace from the all loving father in heaven. The best music created on earth are the songs which a mother sings to her baby or child when trying to make them go to sleep. There is nothing more beautiful and natural than it. A mother’s song is an unlimited mine or ocean of love.

Such bus journeys make music felt and interwoven in hearts. Heart is nothing but a ball of love. If you feed it with happiness, love and music, it will grow stronger by the day and nothing can fell it.

Hope you have enjoyed this bus journey and again and again and thousands and million times, may you all have more such rides on such a wonderful bus trip (including ma, baba, me and God).















Music on a Bus.


Have you ever travelled in an open double decker bus? Many of you surely have.

The wind ruffling your hair, the beautiful and exotic scenery making you feel as a part of the city, and a part of you wishing that you were a bonafide member of that place. Such wonderful feelings do come and dwindle your heart. The fresh air compared to the exhaust pipes which give out wonderful fragrances out of the cars below that fill one’s lungs with carbon monoxide and dust particles. So sitting in the open bus is definitely a better option than riding a bike or any open top vehicle.

In the open bus, a music band were travelling to a certain part of the city and they had booked seats grouped together at the corner. As the wind was flowing continuously bringing pleasure and happiness to all, the guitarist of the band, played the chord E on his guitar. Then he played out a melodious tune. On hearing his tune, the bongo player adjusted his instrument and brought out a nice beat. Soon enough the whole band were syncing together and playing something out which suited the surrounding environment.



The people started clapping their hands and like baby birds coming out of their shells, soon they began crooning and sometimes they sang out loud enough to get stares from people who were walking down the streets. On hearing the sweet tunes of the flute, the sparrows came and sat on the railings of the bus. When the bus reached at the band’s destination, the band took a bow and all the people gave them a hearty clap.


Music is spontaneous, music is love and it is what bridges the gap between all and makes everyone more inclined towards their own self.

Hope your journey has been as beautiful as this one.

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