Forgive Me ,Once More..

no, never would the sweets be stolen,
from all your secret places i know,
I promise not to bug Grandpa-
when he drifts to his siesta's dose.
Never would I come from games after dusk,
and your son would do as you say..
and i wont turn grumpy, time and again-
please come back now , if you may..

nor would I cry watching my other kindergarten pals cry,
or squeeze my toothless sister's cheeks, till she howls and cries,
and lace her face with her spews, no fuss i would display.
Never would i hide granpa's cap or scribble in his diary,
come back please, i can't wait no more,
for the last time,Granny- forgive me, once more..

Indrajit Ghosal
आपकी यादों के चादर तले
पड़ा रहा एक कोने में कहीं ,
करवटें उन दास्तानों ने ली ,
जो हमने आपके लिए छोडा था कहीं-
आप न आये ,झिन्झोरा हमने अपने आप को,
मेरे रूह से किसीने आवाज़ दी
के "एक साँस मेरी आज भी बाकी हैं"..

मौसम कितने मेहमान बने
इस दिल के खाली कोने में,
जो कोना हमने सजाया था
आपकी सर्द धुप चादर में,
उस नर्म ओओस की महक में,
वो रूहानी कोना आप का ही तो था,मगर आज देखो ,.....
वहाँ एक गुमनाम हवा बहती हैं,
कोहरे की आड़ में जो कहती हैं मुझे ,
के " एक सांस मेरी आज भी बाकी हैं" ....

क्या हमने आपको खोया,
या फिरमैं खोया आज भी हूँ आपकी उस नर्म चादर तले ,
जहाँ ज़िन्दगी की उदासभारी रोशन आलम में,
आपकी सांस गूंज जाती हैं-
जो एहीं आगाज़ देती हैं,
के " एक सांस मेरी आज भी बाकी हैं"...

इन्द्रजीत घोषाल..
And so The Candle Dies.....

The slender gait, the burning glow,
shapely shining, the waxes flow,
I said "Lights" and lo! the candle beams,
escape from dark, to lights I spring.

Flickers and trembles, shy and sudden,
the candle coy, with elusive smokes,
that rises from blue in stately flames
burns itself: wax freezes to an eternal still.

Then the flame aspires for one mighty leap,
it rises and stays ecstatically high, one last time,
before the last drop of candle melts with the passing dark,
lying low, amid it's own frozen wax, a faint glow,
it crumbles and crushes in it's debris, near my eyes
a splendid show over, as i see the candle dies..

indrajt ghosal
Some silly Gyan ----

Well, i thought for a change ,especially when the poetic inspirations seem to elude,
i could exercise my few living grey cells into some other enclaves, may be distributing
some Gyaan to all of you and in turn , await contributions, if any, from your side..

The topic that I am going to anoint myself with is not indicated towards any particular joints,
establishments or outlets..It's all about some observations and some experience.

Well, we all go for outings , some alone, some towed with solitude, some with friends, to
any renowned coffee shops, restaurants etc to have a good eating out experience and have some nice moments
for keepsake times or for sheer liberating experience.

Now, how often have you got the bill? Or how often have you felt something wrong in your drink or
your foods?? How often you felt irked by the way an extra item has been added on to your bills without
your notice? And how often u have not got the standards of stuffs up to your expectations??

Hmm, let's start this way.. All organisations of such ilks are into business that turns tactful salesman/team members into a ruthless bunch of puppets of the company norms and with their manager breathing on their neck, hankering for sales , up sales, up-up-sales, less wastage etc, they involve themselves into hardcore selling , sometime at the expense of their patrons annoyance or a feeeling of unfulfilment.

Now, whenever you decide to buy something from the pastry cooler/ food display shelf, try to buy or order the staff to provide you with the stuffs,that are Towards your side, not the one closer to them... The one which is towards you would always be fresh... In spite of the display , if he/she leaps towards the fridge , then you know he is trying to move
the old stocks..These stocks should have been dumped as per company policy, but They would try to reduce the wastage factor.
(Chalo, ek target to achieve hua, ab watt kam lagega---all are into saving their backs u see.)
And BTW , stand there till he dishes out what u wanted , right the one towards your side in the display, and not the one closer to Him..
Then you would see, frequent up selling tactics, huge boards notifying the Best Drinks, the Hottest Moving Items
with fancy exaggerations, hmm.. Okay now The hottest selling items never needs upselling strategy, eg a cappuccino wud always sell( taj Mahal---do we need to upsell that?)...
The reason is simple----move out the old stock asap so that they get saved from the glitch of poor ordering and get rid of the stock before it's expiry date.
Or the item concerned must be darn expensive or The item is newly launched and is not moving at all..
When u do not get bill, one reason is the poor staff must have forgotten---ideally thinking...
However, there's more to it than meets the eyes. On counting cash , it was found that the sales figure in the system is not equal to the actual cash... So , you got the drift, i feel..
On up selling, esp during rush hours, they would suggest "toppings" citing reasons as " It tastes awesome" or "it would add great taste sir, believe me"..

And they would scornfully(somtimes) think," So tell me sucker how shall i swindle u,with x topping, or y topping, say no and see i have other options." They wont tell you the add on is priced and is not free. (it's business u see!! ) and U jump out of your seat to see an added syrup or cream to your kitty..
So ask if it's charged extra, and see his face(well here i am talking about any zealous , stubborn guy, desperate to impress his manager, wont easily leave you)
Let me keep some more for the next posts, with me...
yes be good to them, they are serving you on every occasions, celebrations, away from their families .
Just play clever....
Hope you like it.

If u have anything to top this write up, as an add on, i won't mind that...
Your feedback , experiences if any, are awaited...
Bye for now..
A Beginning-

Night-sky painted with dots and a Crescent,
Adieu ed and waited to a new advent,
cradling bygone year's slow depart.
To usher into a spirited start.

The dawn then, lit up the eastern Sky,
painted with random strokes of red,
so begins a journey anew,
tiptoeing over the lavish dew-spread.

Renal tunes of hope, churns the mind,
A new life's song every heart breathes in,
every soul holds on to the dreams again,
and dazzled eyes await many vistas unseen.

Indrajit ghosal
Copyright(c)reserved 2008.

Blogger Templates by Blog Forum