musings… again
a pen in my hand
i let my imagination
kiss the rainbow
lying on the earth shyly
i welcome thoughts
to come
make love to me
musings
Day: May 3, 2016
to the people in the USA
Back when i worked as a collection agent almost 16 years back. I am from India and I got a job with GE Capital International Services.
America was a dream country for me (it still is). Great people, better facilities, great roads, amazing restaurants, big universities and a lot more.
I was full of enthusiasm and energy. Ready to collect money due on the Car loans and JC Penney cards. As per my job requirements, I spoke to a lot of people in all the states in USA. People had different accents, backgrounds, interests. Most of them were friendly. They were all fun to talk to and nice.
With time, I realized a thing about many of them, that even if they wanted to pay, they could not take care of their bills. Single working mothers, big family to take care, lesser number of jobs, inflation were a few reasons…
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the scars
in a calm serene night
the wind decided not to progress
trees stood in silence
welcoming the Moon
gleaming silver rays
traveled their way
to bathe the angels
nourishing them with purity
water in the lake glowed with shine
a sight so rich, so charming
it hid all the pain behind
& no one seemed to notice
the scars
on the face of the Moon
a city birthing a city
glorious city with colorful lights
glittering with gold, with best lifestyle
fancy people belong here
they all wear hats and long coats
their shoes polished shining
their language articulate
men always walk with pride
their ladies always glowing and bright
each one of them own a house big and plush
inside they sit and relax
while they sip their english tea in expensive cups
someone not so polished sweats
this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep
the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat
he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language
always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage
his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground
for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father
they never step out of the servant’s quarter
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Painting on the wall
painting on the wall
looks so to me
i am naive, not to understand
the state of mind of the man
holding the brush, surrounded by colors
does he belong to the city he painted
or he longs for it, for it’s zeal
is he jealous of the people living there
or he is one of them celebrating
flock of birds flying in the sky
are they for real or mere imagination
or the painter simply meaning
to prompt the admirer to go ahead
paint the painting yet again
he packed me a smile
last evening i stepped out of my house
through the narrow streets, into a busy local market
to satisfy my craving for an Indian Chinese treat
the hustle bustle of people
carrying shopping bags crossing the bazaar
vendors calling out for customers
took me a little close to my childhood
there i found this sweet boy
selling dumplings for a price unbelievable
packed me 10 pieces for less than half a dollar
i couldn’t help but to observe him as he was packing
along with my dinner, he packed me a smile
as i paid him and started to walk back home
i turned to see him a few times
each time to see him smiling
for every customer, packing a smile
the scars
in a calm serene night
the wind decided not to progress
trees stood in silence
welcoming the Moon
gleaming silver rays
traveled their way
to bathe the angels
nourishing them with purity
water in the lake glowed with shine
a sight so rich, so charming
it hid all the pain behind
& no one seemed to notice
the scars
on the face of the Moon
against #Terrorism
they are blind
not because they closed their eyes
but because
they shut their heart
O poor people against humanity
please learn, we HUMANS
still have our hearts beating
we stand up #Against #Terrorism
to the people in the USA
Back when i worked as a collection agent almost 16 years back. I am from India and I got a job with GE Capital International Services.
America was a dream country for me (it still is). Great people, better facilities, great roads, amazing restaurants, big universities and a lot more.
I was full of enthusiasm and energy. Ready to collect money due on the Car loans and JC Penney cards. As per my job requirements, I spoke to a lot of people in all the states in USA. People had different accents, backgrounds, interests. Most of them were friendly. They were all fun to talk to and nice.
With time, I realized a thing about many of them, that even if they wanted to pay, they could not take care of their bills. Single working mothers, big family to take care, lesser number of jobs, inflation were a few reasons behind their inability to make payments in time.
One big reason was, their jobs coming to India. The one that I was doing here in maybe 1/3rd of the salary they would have got in the US at that time.
When I spoke to them for payments, they asked me where was I from, and I had to tell them the truth. To my surprise, rather than being angry with me for taking the jobs from them, they told me good things that they heard about my country and how much they wanted to visit here (there were a very few instances when they sounded angry with me). I left the collections job after 2 years.
In 2012, I visited my aunt in New York (Eastchester) and I took my kids to Florida (The Disney World). I was so right about the people of the USA. They were all so ready to help, soft spoken, friendly and always wore a smile on their faces. I just loved all the 30 days that I spent seven seas away from my motherland!!
Thanks to all the people of America!! Hats off guys!!
dear fellow bloggers – just for you
so as you have decided to visit my blog,
I promise you ART, I promise you my HEART,
I promise INNOCENCE, I promise DEDICATION,
I promise you POEMS from near and far distance,
I promise you EASE you may need in times of testing,
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I promise you CONFIDENCE, a lot of EMOTIONS
I promise you STARS, I promise MOON & SUN,
I promise you MOTHER NATURE, I promise you EARTH
I promise you the TRUTH, I promise you ZEAL,
all I mean my DEAR, I promise YOU a truthful ME
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