The Hair Raising Volcano

It was a thunderous, windy evening. I was resting in my comfortable hammock shaded by coconut laden trees. The sky looked as though God had spilled freshly made tomato soup all over it. There was a terrifying and threatening volcano, desperate to burst, and spill all the lava. In addition, there was a high cliff and an ancient cave. At a short distance, I spotted a gigantic sea vessel proudly exhibiting a flag with a sign of a Skelton. It was a frightful sight.  It sent shivers down my spine. However, my eyes fell upon a pleasurable sight, a doe, a buck and a buckling were pulling the tufts of grass to satisfy hunger and I heard occasional bleats which meant small chit chat. I also saw wild pigs foraging for left over scraps of food.

Despite the unfavourable weather conditions, everyone was preparing for the midnight feast. It was scheduled for today under the illuminating glow of the glinting, glistening full moon. For the preparation of the feast all villagers were doing their assigned jobs. Some were cooking delicious, mouth-watering dishes, some were gathering fresh fruits, and others were collecting drift wood for the humongous bonfire, still others making costumes and masks that would be worn tonight. Everyone was busy with their work.

Breaking the silence of the area, a loud thud was heard by all of us. It sounded as though an enormous sea vessel had hit a boulder. Another thud was heard by us, this time louder. No one knew what it was. We were all confused. There was chaos all over.

BOOM!! It was louder than all sounds I had ever heard. It was the volcano! It had erupted! Fiery lava gushed out of the volcano, scorching everything in its path. The volcano scared the day lights out of us. We were all scared. Everyone ran helter-skelter. The age-old cave came in handy. We all took protection from the burning, molten lava in the cave.

The small cave was insufficient for the multitude of people. It was dusty as it was scarcely used. There were meagre food supplies, inadequate for all the people. The doctors were attending to the injured and bruised, others helping to clean and make arrangements for our stay in the cave.

All of a sudden I realised I had my phone with me. Immediately I called the Emergency Rescue Team.  Unfortunately, as I was in the cave there was no signal! I was frustrated. I was the whole villages’ only hope.  I gathered all my courage, my heart banging against my ribs I stepped out of the protective cave. I was standing on a levitated area near the cave. As soon as I stepped out my phone caught a signal. Straight away I called the Emergency Rescue Team. They picked up in the first ring. I told them about our situation. As I spoke I looked at the people in the cave all of them were grave, sad and some were crying. All I could do is hope and pray the trusted team would find a way to help us. My thoughts were disrupted by the voice of the speaker and the phone fell out of my hand! Oh no! What had I done? Now I had single headedly given away our only chance of survival.

There is always one thing a person should remember: ’Never underestimate a rescue team. They are professional life savers.’

After an hour or so we heard the hum of the helicopters propellers hovering in the air. Reluctantly but with much hope the chief of our island stepped out. We heard a shout of joy from outside. The chief yelled from outside, “They are here! The team is here to save us!”

Everyone in the cave was gleaming with joy.

One by one we were asked to come out and were escorted to a helicopter, which would then carry us to safety. It took us an half an hour or so to reach the closest island which was inhabited. Four helicopters carrying all the residents of Tiber Island reached safe and sound. We all uttered our silent prayers thanking God and asking him to bless all those souls who had helped us escape that atrocious and frightening island. We were brought to Achilles Island where we dwelled in safety.

The Old Lady’s House

An old lady lives in a house

With many children and no spouse

The house she lived in

Had no tins

But was made of perfume bottles

No other mortal had a house like hers

The other houses were made of animal furs

The house had an amazing smell

But no one could tell

If it was Davidoff or Dolce &Gabbana

The house is very fragile

But everyone thinks it was a guile

This is the story of the old lady’s house

Who had many children and no spouse

Am I Safe?

In our world today, crime is one of the most common things. Hate crimes, crime against women, theft, kidnapping, Homicide crime along with many others are the norm of the day!    The morning newspaper only talks of crime… Is it not a shame? A black mark on the world, a disgrace… interesting

Every time one steps out of the house we feel vulnerable; at risk of wrongdoing against us. Is this not mortifying to know you are in danger all the time! Does it not make you uncomfortable? Living in a world where one cannot even step outside their house without fear in their minds!

 These days a child is not allowed to go to classes or some friend’s house that lives far away or even nearby on his or her own.

For instance, my Mother never lets me go alone anywhere with the driver. She will always make sure I am with a family member or a trusted adult. This is one way you can protect yourself from harm.

 While in the days long gone, children would roam around freely without any hesitation of them being trapped in the midst of some unlawful activity. In the olden days crime was present, although it was not at such an astronomical level as it is now and was not very prominent either.

This rise in level of crime makes it very challenging for us to feel safe and sound; and out of harm’s way!

I would want to tell you a myth about crimes. Everyone thinks only those dirty, dishevelled, foul people do it. Although, I shall tell you it is not always them. It can very well be a “good” person, as we call it, just like you and me. Being a criminal does not rest on or is even influenced by caste or money or appearance. A poor illiterate farmer maybe more educated than a rich, literate man. Most people may be literate but not all are educated. Education is not knowing how to write, it is the moral values we develop over the years; which we learn from our parents teachers and the people around us.

Inside our homes we are shielded from unwanted, unlawful things and most importantly crime. I believe everyone would say yes, though I beg to differ.  Walls are just protective barriers. Walls can act as your armour, but will they stand the test of time? Walls can give away…

Walls cannot shield us from the new crimes that have begun since the invention of social networking sites, namely- cyber-crime and cyber bullying. Victims of such crime go through trauma and sometimes even depression.

I must say, ‘Your Safety is in your own hands’. If you are cautious and take small measures, you can be much safer than you are now. If you come home before dark or stay with an adult when you are outside, you will be more secure. You must have heard ‘Safety comes in numbers’. When you go out try to go in a group rather than going alone.

I shall conclude by saying outside your home you should be vigilant and alert. Inside your home the walls shall prevent and protect you from most danger, but even the toughest armour cannot prevent everything. There are some concealed, unknown dangers. At times the people who harm us could be the ones we know, love and trust. We should know how to act and respond to situations like those. Our safety is in our hands, we must be wise and cautious. It will be of great importance. Small things can make a big difference.



Oh! Whatever Should I Do?

Oh these dishes

Swimming like fishes

Oh whatever should I do?

With scraps of this and scraps of that, the dishes have turned a different hue!

I called the maid but she refused

She thinks they are too nasty to reuse!

Oh whatever should I do?

I’m sure you don’t find it plausible

But I’m being honest, I assure you

Oh whatever should I do?

If I clean all this grime

I’ll look like I’ve come out of the mine

I’ll turn into a fiasco

And look like a frazzled Picasso

Oh whatever should I do?

Written from the point of view of a 18th centaury lady.

Tribute to India’s Hero- Arun Khetrapal

 At the age of barely twenty one years this brave and courageous hero sacrificed his life for the well-being of our nation-India.

Arun Khetrapal like his forefathers joined the army. In June 1971, Khetarpal was commissioned to the 17 Poona Horse.

During the Bangladesh war, 17 Poona Horse was assigned to the command of the 47th Infantry Brigade of the Indian Army. Through the duration of the conflict, the 47th Brigade saw action in the Shakargarh sector in the Battle of Basantar. The 47th Brigade was assigned the task of creating a bridge across the River Basantar. Arun Khetrapal was assigned Section A.

In the meanwhile, a part of the infantry had gone ahead and were surrounded by the Pakistani army. They sent a distress signal to the 47th Brigade and asked to come as fast as they could. You would think it is easy, they just had to cross the bridge, travel slightly more and they would be at the aid of the infantry…..what a piece of cake.  But, war, is definitely not a stroll in the park. Between the bridge and the infantry, who were desperately in need of the 47th Brigade, was a mine field.  The Brigade had no time to dismantle the bombs; they had to help their comrades. Second Lieutenant Arun Ketrapal with his comrade, the commander of section B, led the troop through the maze of the treacherous and perilous mine-field.

The Indian army faced the Pakistani army in combat. A lot of bloodshed occurred. Khetrapal was killed when his tank caught fire.

India won the war but lost one its great soldiers this day, 16th December, Arun Khetrapal. He was such a fantastic soldier that Brigadier Naser, the one by whose hands Khetrapal was killed, came and told Arun Khetrapal’s father how he thought Khetrapal was a very heroic soldier and thought he was a veteran fighter; if h had known he was only twenty one most probably he wont have been able to kill him.

Arun Khetrapal was among the most celebrated martyr. He was given Param Vir Chakra(PVC) for his bravery, posthumously.

He has left behind a legacy, from which we should all learn. He fought without even giving a second thought to his life and went on to defend his country. These are the heroes that let us live in peace while they guard our borders. Arun Khetrapal was one of the many that sacrificed their life for India. May their legacy be spoken of for the years to come.


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