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Sunday, 7 June 2026

Dusk - Poem

 

Dusk - at Dharmashala, Himachal Pradesh, India .... by Vanita Thakkar
Dusk - at Dharmashala, Himachal Pradesh, India .... by Vanita Thakkar (May, 2017)

Dusk


The western horizon is turning crimson,

The shadows of trees are beginning to lengthen.

The lotus folds in, trapping the bee

And to their nest, the birds are returning.

The sunshine is gradually drifting away,

The humming breeze sings of the departure of the day.

Here ends another day's work !

And countless feet turn homeward,

To be back before the lamps are lit

And the moon peeps in to greet,

For, soon in, the night will crawl

To wrap the land in her dark shawl,

Under whose folds, we shall creep

Into the world of dreams, in our sleep.

All the tiredness may it absorb !

While the Sun goes to light up the other end of our Orb.


- Vanita Thakkar (28.11.1989)

Sunset - at Dharmashala, Himachal Pradesh, India .... by Vanita Thakkar
Sunset - at Dharmashala, Himachal Pradesh, India .... by Vanita Thakkar (May, 2017)

© 1989 Vanita Thakkar

My Life - Poem .... Love Life, Love Yourself ...

 

No one can live my life for me,

Nor can I live someone else's life ....

Love Life, Love Yourself ....

- Vanita Thakkar

My Life


The limited measures

Of my perception

Try to fathom,

To quantify and define

My possibilities,

My limitlessness.


How much?

How good?

How bad? ....


Where do I stand? ….


The urge for Uniqueness

And craving for Oneness –

Are they antonymous

Or naturally co-existent? ….

Are they there?


Uncommon or common,

Liked or disliked,

Nobody can live

My life for me.


Vanita Thakkar (written in 2008-09)

© 2020 Vanita Thakkar

Expectations - Poem .... With Reflections on - Is It Possible to Be Devoid of Expectations ?! How to Balance Them ?!

 

.... Everything does not happen just as we expect .... Is it possible to be devoid of expectations ??!!



Expectations


Time goes on and on.

The future, absolutely unknown.

And ambitious as he is,

Man always expects bliss.


Joy, to the present they nurture,

These lovely dreams of future.

But, alas ! It is a fact that

Everything does not happen just as we expect.


- Vanita Thakkar (29.06.1987)


29th June, 1987 was the day on which my Secondary School Board Examination (commonly known as Class X Board Examination) results were declared. I had topped in my school - among all those who had appeared for Board Examinations : Secondary as well as Higher Secondary, but, had scored lesser than expected. My scoring percentage had never gone below 80% throughout my schooling and I saw myself scoring an unexpectedly low 76% and was dejected. We (my teachers, family, friends, relatives, well-wishers .... and I) had expected much higher marks and percentage.

I was a student of Gujarat Secondary Education Board (GSEB) and for Standard / Grade X, the Examinations are conducted centrally by the respective state education boards, as per the prevailing education system in India. I had been a student of Central Board (managed by the Central Government Education Department) till the previous year, that is, till my 9th standard / grade. In the Central Board schools, there is an internal board examination in the 9th standard, which means the question papers for the examinations are from the Central Board - sent to schools all over India, but the assessment takes place locally. After completing my 9th standard, my parents decided to shift me to a state board school as that would ensure easier and better scopes for university admissions in Gujarat. There are limited seats for Central Board students in the state run universities and higher studies in Vadodara was a top preference for both, my brother and me.

Education - with respect to contents, style as well as atmosphere - in state board schools was very different. Taking extra coaching in the form of tuitions outside the school was so common that I was the only student in my class - both sections - who had not opted for any external coaching. There were optional subjects to be selected - I opted for Hindi instead of my mother-tongue Gujarati since I had never had any formal education in Gujarati. There was a choice of two out of three between Sanskrit, Special Geography and Typewriting and I wanted to take Sanskrit and Special Geography, but both classes were going on simultaneously. So, I took Sanskrit and Typewriting. For typewriting, we had to go to a separate affiliated institute for a session of one hour after our school hours, every working day. I had scored well and highest in both of those subjects. The problem was in Science, Mathematics and English. I was complimented (and unknowingly consoled) that scoring this good percentage in English medium was commendable. In Gujarat State Board, English medium results were always lower and poorer than Gujarati medium results. The common reason that I got to hear from most people was that the English medium paper assessment was too difficult for the available qualified staff. Some people even told me that my cursive (and pretty good) handwriting (that was much loved and appreciated by all, especially my teachers - so far) must have been too difficult to read (that is something very disappointing) !!

This poem and my parents were the only ones who knew how disappointed I had felt at my result. No, no, there was one more person (Ha, Ha ....) : My father had accompanied me to my school for collecting my result. I tried and managed to remain cool while accepting all the compliments and Pappa was cheering me up on our way back as we boarded an auto rickshaw. He was happy and wanted to celebrate. He asked the auto rickshaw driver to stop near a sweet shop and got down to get the sweets. I realized how sullen my face had turned, when a genuinely concerned auto rickshaw driver asked me, "Beta (an affectionate way of addressing a kid or younger one), have you failed ?" Oh God !! .... "No", I replied, "I have passed ...." as I saw my smiling father return back with a packet of sweets and board the auto rickshaw ....

I had written this poem in the quietness of the evening that day, sitting all by myself in our little backyard and decided that I will score higher - at least, not let my results go further down - in the two years of schooling left before me. I could manage that and I topped in the next two years as well, even though in my Higher Secondary Examination also, I scored much lesser than expected in one of the main subjects - Chemistry and could not cross the 80% mark.

My certificates for the SSCE ...




 

Further Reflections on Expectations ....

Expectations are often mentioned at several places - in philosophy, in religion, in relations ....

My experience in the above mentioned incident was with reference to expectations of results of my efforts in studies. Till the above incident took place, my results used to be better than what I would expect. I would estimate how much I was likely to score, and I would never get lesser than what I would expect. Also, here, even though the results were not up to the expectations, and perhaps up to the caliber, they were not altogether bad. My friends would not understand my dismay, which would surface out spontaneously, as they had a very different background. And I was scoring more than them !! So, some even looked upon it as my "hypocrisy" !!

The study material that we got in State Board schools was also not as good as I was used to. Text books were most disappointing .... Making notes, going to the library, reading reference books .... was something that did not appeal to most of my new class mates. In Secondary School, I was the only student who went to the library regularly - much to the joy of my teachers and librarian. In Higher Secondary, our English Medium library was never found open !! And perhaps I was the one who was most disappointed about it .... But, this was not all. Studies went on in their own course. I was in Science stream and there were hardly ten or eleven girls in our class. Our group of seven girls was most amazing. We had had some most memorable wonderful times together and the seven of us are still in touch ....

People try to philosophize expectations by saying - "All troubles are due to expectations .... There should be no expectations ...."

How true is it ? Is it not OK to expect a human being to behave like a human being - as the most beautiful of creations ? And is it really possible to stop expecting ? Is life so isolated ? Are our ethical rulings, religious preaching and legal systems not based on expectations - to maintain order and peace in human society ?

Expecting someone to stop expecting is in itself an expectation !! (Ha, Ha ....)

Perhaps we forget a very important fact of Life - there is no independence in physical, emotional and social ecosystems. There is interdependence, which has to be respectfully and lovingly enjoyed. And that leads to "independence" - a word that belongs to the world of spiritualism.

The problem, perhaps, is not related to expectations being there or not, as expectations cannot be ruled out. They cannot be non-existent. However, a balance of expectations has to be established and maintained in our relationships and dealings everywhere - in personal, professional and social lives as well as in our relationships and dealings with our surroundings, our environment, our ecosystem and our beautiful universe, as a whole. This is a collective responsibility, wherein everyone, every individual plays his / her significant role.

Some interesting and thought-provoking quotes on - Expectations ....

 







From HubPages .... Published on 01st December, 2020.

© 2020 Vanita Thakkar

 

Thursday, 28 May 2026

Oh Krishna !! Are You Still There Around ....??!! : Poem


 

 

Oh Krishna !! Are You Still There Around .... ??!!


It was about

The end of the year 1994.

I was a Fresher –

Mechanical Engineering Graduate.

On recommendation

From one of my Professors,

I joined

A mini and medium sized

Boiler Manufacturing Unit,

In an Industrial Area

On the Eastern outskirts

Around twelve kilometers

From my home.

I commuted

On my two wheeler,

A Hero Puch.

In those days,

The area that

I passed through

Was sparsely populated,

Full of fields

And wilderness ….


One evening,

While returning home,

My Hero Puch

Gave away

Just a little way

From my office ….

Going back

To the empty

Industrial area

Did not appeal ….

No Automobile repairing

Outlets around ….

And ahead was

A long way

Till the nearest

Main road,

From where

I could contact home ….

No mobile phones

In those days ….

No telephone booths around ….

Few passer-bys

Gazing, glancing,

Invoking discomfort ….


Two young girls

Came by.

I asked if

Any Mechanic

Could be found ….

No ….

Ooops ….

Can you help me

Reach the main road ?

“Sorry, Sister,

It is so far away ….

But, we will

Accompany you

As far as we can ….”

A little relief ….

The distance was long,

And they could come

For a kilometer or so ….


Dusk was pacing ahead,

Darkness was creeping in ….

Deserted surroundings ….

I marched ahead,

Dragging my two wheeler,

As fast as I could ….

Praying to overcome

Apprehensions and fears ….

A little boy passed by ….

About ten years of age,

Small, darkish

With thick black hair,

Agile, walking fast ….

I called out,

Asking him,

Where he was heading,

“To my village ….”

“Where ?”

“Past the main road ….”

Is it ?

“You see,

My vehicle has

Gone out of order,

Can we walk together

Till the main road ?”

He nodded

In affirmation ….


He spoke less,

Nodded or smiled

As I talked ….

I don’t remember

What I said ….

To pass time ??!!

Or to express

My gratitude

That he was here

To accompany me,

To conquer my fears ….

We walked and walked ….

With a vehicle or two

Passing by,

Once in a while ….

Occasional passer-by

Staring by,

As I wondered,

Full of fear,

How would I have

Managed walking alone

In this darkness,

Through this jungle …. ??!!


After perhaps,

More than an hour or so,

Of walking and talking,

Dragging my two-wheeler along,

The distant lights,

By the main road

Could be seen gleaming ….

What happiness they aroused,

Is beyond words !!

Now, every step further,

Was closer to being safer ….


I was jabbering on ….

How good it was

That at last,

We had reached

The main road ….

“I would call my brother

From home,

To pick me up ….”


Reaching the edge

Of the main road,

I saw,

On the other side,

A little shop,

From where,

I thought,

I could call

My brother ….

“Come, let us

Cross the road ….”

I called

The little boy ….

But, he wasn’t there

By my side !!??

I looked around,

Ahead ….

Where is he ?

Where is he ?? ….

And could spot him,

Pacing to

The other side,

Diagonally right,

Dissolving in the darkness ….

I called out,

But couldn’t be heard ….

I couldn’t even

Thank him !!

Oh little angel !!

I couldn’t thank you

Even once !!

How could I,

How can I

Thank you enough !! ….


My eyes followed him

As far as they could,

As I crossed the road ....

I came to the little shop

And asked for help ….

The kind inmates,

A man and his wife,

Readily helped me,

With their telephone ….

I called home ….

“…. I am fine, fine ….”

My brother came

On his bike,

With all his smiles and

All the twinkles in his eyes,

As usual,

To take me back home ….


Till my brother came,

The shopkeeper couple

Made me comfortable,

Helping me park

My two-wheeler safely

In their compound

Till a mechanic

Could come

And set it right ….


All the while,

As I came back home,

From within,

I remembered

And remembered,

And thanked

And thanked

The little boy

Who walked

With me

Through those

Toughest of times ….

And I still remember him,

And I wonder,

Who was he ? ….

Appeared from nowhere,

Walked all the way along ….

A village boy,

Walking back home, alone ….

Who was He ?

Little Krishna …. !!

Krishna, Krishna …. !!

Krishna, Krishna …. !! ….

Are you still there around ??!!


- Vanita Thakkar (20-08-2020)

This Is A Real Incident That Took Place About Twenty Six Years Back - My Two-wheeler Suddenly Went Out Of Order On My Way Back Home From Work .... I Had To Pass Through Deserted And Sparely Populated Locality .... Fields And Wilderness .... A Little Boy Was Passing By .... He Walked With Me Till I Was Safe .... And Before I Could Even Thank Him, Hurried Away In The Fast Growing Darkness Of Night ....

- Vanita Thakkar (20-08-2020)


© 2020 Vanita Thakkar 

Dusk - Poem

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