pandorathon-historical fiction- trip to gateway of india

The most beautiful architecture of Mumbai- Gateway of India
GATEWAY OF INDIA, MUMBAI. Photo by Darshak Pandya from Pexels

It is dawn when the sun peers through behind a flock of birds over this way, Gateway of India. His shadow overlooks my courtyard heart. Over the years since the twentieth century , when he was born out of courtesy to welcome the British monarchs to finally leading his youth to celebrate India’s independence.

He has been an epitome of grace, valour and positivity. Having a grand stature, he has enjoyed the native fishermen company, visits of the royals and ministers and witness to countless army battalions. Even the Arabian Sea loves to walk her way leading to him.

His effervescent presence enticed even the beautiful Taj Mahal Palace to stay just few blocks away. Well, he is quite a gentleman that he smiles and welcomes every visitor and captures their attention, sharing pleasantries of peace and friendship.

Even in times of despair like the bomb blasts of 2003 and terror attacks of 26/11 attack, he stood strong guarding the city gateway and hoping to safeguard the people. He tries to stay away from the hypocrites who flock nearby making false claims to others. This man has been witness to both Highs and lows of society; the festive, the triumphs and also sad incidents like murders and eve teasing.

Today, while he is surrounded by jetties, the hullabaloo of the locals and foreigners , he cares for the activists , campaigners  who have gathered for a cause to transform, ignite minds and remind them of the facts they usually ignore blaming the hectic schedules.

He wears a distinct smile throughout the day for the visitors who seek to capture him for keepsake, for the street vendors and photographers to earn a living and be proud of their work. Even after a long day, he doesn’t bogged up by the illumination he is bestowed at night even after all these years.

I feel words aren’t enough to pay tribute to this Jewel of the city. And well, if you wonder about me, then I am his constant companion where you flock to catch a glimpse of him, kneel to take a perfect pose, gather your bags for a scenic experience.

Yes , I am that courtyard before him whom I ardently gaze at  my beloved to the pages of history, the print of the present and ink of the future.

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PANDORATHON – KNOWN /Unknown Friend

You found me spot on
Across the corridors of the hallway
Picking up tea and biscuits during the break
My over enthusiastic self was already all over the place
Just few hours ago, answering almost every question diligently
I did find your eyes hovering over my shoulder
That the collared brown jacket sent me instant hints to
People waved out to you for some random conversations
I was part of the gang too, so I had to oblige
This pretence wouldn’t last longer I wondered
As we both ended up standing closer than usual

My mind hovered to the night before
When we were drenched in rain
The blickering streetlight that focused
On our decisive faces
Leaning on your bike
enjoying the splash of the raindrops that thundered along
and the candid waves with our palms that traced the breadth of the beach.

Ouch, there was a huge ruckus in reality
Me jumping as I spilled some tea over the jacket
And He prancing forward with “ Noooo, not on my jacket !”
Suddenly we are being looked at intently with prying eyes
At my disheveled look and his sudden rage.
Later, that evening, I got a notification on FB
Someone unfriended me.

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PANDORATHON- POETIC TWIST WITH ADVERTISEMENT TAG LINES

As The King of good times plonked his bum into the couch
After a hearty lunch, he sipped on Fresh N juicy Frooti
He felt a rush of blood gushing through his veins
That seemed to saying Where ever you go, our network follows
As his son who was known for his Bajate Raho attitudes
Had this time managed to create yet another ruckus
The Unputdownable kid was Born Tough with ideas
Had successfully placed a dart upright on the couch to aim it 
vertically.
What could the poor king do,
After all, he wondered in pain, Tedha hai par mera hai
As the son kept mumbling Daddy,  Jiyo sar utha ke!
 
Kingfisher : The King of Good Times
Frooti : Fresh N Juicy
Hutch : Where ever you go , our network follows
Red FM: Bajate raho
Telegraph: The Unputdownable
Ceat : Born Tough
Kurkure-Tedha hai par mera hai?
HDFC Std Life: Jiyo sar utha ke

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Pandorathon -13-May 2020-Fable Poem- Second Chance

(written Based on The Fox and The Grapes)

He landed yet another opportunity
To deal that could create new benchmark
Of his ability, agility that could be his new trademark
But, like the fox, he complained and whined
Of ill-fate and misery that doubled combined
The spark of his positivity had turned into sheer disdain
Once, a prime leader, today preferred to give away his claim
The treasure he owned, he trained himself not to use
Convincing himself that Life was at his ruse
Scorning at others, he did, who paved their way calling it a waste
You can sit and enjoy the fruits leisurely, he said, why haste
But, one day, came an order that got votes as majority
They decided to steal his limelight and shamed his disparity
Within a few months, stood an arch bridge hovering above his head
The Canal just remained a duct for no one to admire, confined into his own bed.

Prompt – Write a controversial poem. Use a fable in it, mix it with what everyone considers unnatural. Draw a picture with your poem’s words about something that shakes every possible ground of human conscious.
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Pandorathon-17-May 2020- Every Minute Counts

It was late night, post 1.30 pm
When I heard those footsteps again
He murmured something in tandem
So, I gathered he bought an accomplice to support his claim

I was prepared too, under the blanket I lay
With my ears transfixed to their hissing and whispers
He knelt closely to sneak a clear way
With his accomplice trying to knock off my blister

I had to act swiftly, without them knowing
While they silently tiptoed towards the end
I grabbed the newspaper, rolling
Frantically smacked the hell of them

On my blanket , I found my enemies with their eyes cold, dead
I had slowly turned to be a serial killer of mosquitoes with high risk on errand

Prompt- Shakesperean sonnet. The first twelve lines are divided into three quatrains with four lines each. The poem ends with a couplet ( two lines). There should be fourteen lines only. A single poem only Theme A murder scene, you are the murderer. Reason : It could be anything : you are a serial killer, jealousy, an enemy, a murder assignment, you could be a cop… Play with your dark side. Example : 1. Desdemona’s murder in Othello. 2. Browning’s Porphyria’s Lover.