Author: Banjara Academy

Aab was reading Shakespeare.  Not that he is a literary type, but once in a while he does make an attempt to read and comprehend the creative works of Wordsmiths who pick up simple lifeless alphabets, squeeze them together into intriguing words, and like a Sutradhar, thread the words into…

Two tall coconut trees, swaying lazily in the breeze.  The sound of rustling leaves and the chirping of birds.  Aab would open his eyes in the morning and see squirrels jumping nonchalantly from one tree to another.  At first his eyes would open wide in fear, wondering whether the little…

Aab does not feel a generation gap with people much younger than him. He has lived with so many generations that age and time no longer have any meaning to him.  He knows that the old has to give way to the new, the elders will beget and then bequeath…

Aab knows he cannot keep wandering endlessly.  Even a river finds its end on the shores of the sea.  But unlike the river, no human knows when the flow of his life will empty out his soul to the ocean of the universe.  Aab can hear the roar of the…

The sun had set a couple of hours back.  It was a moonless night, but the cool breeze was alluring.  A quiet road with not much traffic, and Aab was walking along aimlessly.  Aab prefers roads that are less traveled. At one point Aab saw bright lights creating an eerie…

Aab does not believe in the stereotype that the rich oppress the poor, the strong suppress the weak, and those in power take advantage of the common man.  In fact, in all his traveling and exploring of humans, Aab is yet to find a “Common” Man.  The beauty of creation…

Aab is amazed how seriously people take themselves, their position and their work.  People occupying seats of authority, passing orders, taking vital decisions that move millions of rupees on one signature. People whose presence makes their subordinates snap to attention, and people whose office tables are often bigger than the…

Aab has many lazy afternoons.  On summer days the outdoors, particularly under a huge tree, offers the freshness of a soft lilting breeze that touches the drops of sweat on his skin and gives a chill which no air conditioner ever can.  But the wind comes at its own will,…