Children
Jumping Jumping Went To School
Published On: 30th Oct 2017
Republished On 14th Nov 2017 on the eve of Children’s Day in India
Jumping Jumping Went To School
Morning, morning saw outside
Everything looks fresh, fresh, green, green
Felt to take long, long breaths
Want to be as fresh
Brush in mouth up & down, sideways
Sprinkled water to the face
Mummy calls to have some milk
Glimpses from the window
Birds chirping, hopping, hopping, tree to tree
Wondering, wondering where do they go
Questioning myself, do they have a school too?
Yells Mummy to have bath & breakfast
Oh! Mummy! Mummy!! Coming, coming
Jumping, jumping went to school
Nursery rhymes for children are to make know of the things of the world. Their vocabulary has to improve day by day. Their morning duties are compulsive to make them good healthy citizens of tomorrow. Slowly and steadily their queries to the world must be answered. They should always feel good to go to school, as it is a place of learning and knowledge building.
Some of my latest posts you have been reading are one such attempt. I am happy you all have been enjoying. Thanks
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Chukku! Bukku!! came to town
People rushing to see train
Some buy tickets to go around
Station Master whistles – 3
Bell Rings 1 – Train at platform
Bell Rings 2 – Shall leave in few minutes
Bell Rings 3 – Shall leave in a minute
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Engine Driver Super Strong
Putting coal in fire
Though sweating shall not stop
Shhhhh sounds driver
Shhhhh sounds steam engine
Iron wheels revolve on rail,
Towns and cities, farms and forests passed over
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Place to place decades passed by
Whistles and horns of train
Set time for the world
Carried goods by the tons
People commuted to earn bread
Happy travellers saw world
Millions and Billions Miles it went
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Child on back, elders crawling, to imitate train
Entertained kith and kin
Oh! Now a rare sight
Sighting train happy children
Jumping on toes, counting bogies
Bye! Bye!! On platforms was for some
Parting life forever, now a bygone story
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!
Diesel engines arrive at stations, go in subways
Electric trains, Bullet Trains replace show
Less sound, more fast, pace of life super fast
Hurry and worry take the toll
Cheerful journeys down memory lane
Like all obsolete now in museum
Poor Chukku! Bukku!! Great Chukku! Bukku!!
Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!! Chukku! Bukku!!…
Chukku Bukku is the nick name of the steam engine train usually addressed to children whenever referred to trains in India.
Hi All! This is the story of a steam engine train that served human kind for decades. The joy it had brought during the millions and millions of miles it travelled, transported goods and took passengers for happy rides. I have seen live drivers putting coal into the fire, preparing the train to move for miles. How grateful we have to be for it. Whenever it went cross country people used to set their time and that was the sign for their routine. I do not know how many times I have counted the bogies and made others to count. Hahaha!!
The journeys where slow though, but would make it very enjoyable. We would get to know co-passengers, talk to them, shared thoughts and eatables also. In a journey of a few hours they would turn to be great friends, help each other and be like a family. Sometimes the friendship would continue for some even after the journey. I think such experiences are with so many readers of this post. They could explain their own anecdotes.
Surprisingly and strange today’s journeys are very individualistic. Passengers and commuters are busy with their own self, I mean especially busy on their phones either talking, texting, playing game, reading or even blogging. They seem to be not aware that living persons are around them. At the most some may give a smile.
It is always an opportunity to mingle with people share thoughts and ideas and even exchange cultures. I see many of my friends here in WP are a sort of that essence and nature. Super fast life has cut down journeys which could be happier and worth the travel.
Having kept these golden pieces of travel icons in MUSEUM is one great act of gratitude and remembrance. My Salutations!!!
Children’s Income
Children’s Income
Should as Parents, ask and keep track of the children’s income?
Me! Having born and brought up in a joint Indian family with a very indifferent background and culture. Of course I now have my own nuclear family. Things in this world have changed so much that it is now incomparable to the life and style what we lived decades back.
The education, opportunity and independence the young get today makes them earn a big sum quiet early in life, may be they might be earning more than what their own parents earn.
I shall share my thoughts, opinion and feelings in the forthcoming comments here. I only feel if you all can contribute your might in this issue it may be of help to the young, old, parents and children. A modern society that is in the making, which constitutes of various cultures, background, nations, race, religions etc; the money circulation is mind boggling. The value for money has almost lost its charm.
I see and observe that many parents are unaware of the income of their children. When asked they seem to give a sign of no interest. Some of them have made a self pledged rule; they think they have no right to ask.
Shower Happiness
Shower Happiness
Potted Plant Flowers
Child Brought Up Flying Colours
Shower Happiness
While writing this Haiku the following thoughts came into my mind, if you can give time to read, it I think you shall understand it fully.
I have got so many potted plants in my house garden and my wife keeps updating them. It is such a thing, you have to keep updating them to make the plants live healthily. Almost on a daily basis your eyes and hands have to work on them. Seeing to their growth; watering, cutting, dressing, plucking and re-potting them at intervals. Patience and Energy required.
Its almost like bringing up a child. At home we feel so, and accordingly take care. When these plants grow and show up you feel so happy. The pots were actually five hundred in number, now I think they have reduced to around three hundred odd, as several pots broke. So, I keep saying I have another hundreds of children to take care.
We, the other day re-potted our plants, within a few days the Jasmine plant grew so well and has given such beautiful flowers which you are seeing in the picture. It is just beside my bed near the window, it gives the Jasmine fragrance. I was surprised to see the flower petals; I counted the petals they are from 18 to almost 27 in number in one flower. Usually they do not give so many petals as I have seen so many Jasmine plants.
These Jasmine flowers are used for our Pooja to offer to the Gods and as you know women in India use them to decorate their hair dress.
It’s the same case with children. A child when born we take such a lot of care to up bring it, I need not give any details about it as everyone does it. After they grow to be young adults and show up and come out with flying colours one feels so happy about their achievements. The efforts and love given to them has come in return, don’t we feel so as parents. Otherwise what we expect from our children. We as parents do not expect them to bring money for us isn’t? The laurels, the love and the achievements they bring are sufficient.
I am happy to tell you that I have two daughters, the elder one is a Software Engineer and is now working in a MNC, and the younger one shall become a Doctor as she has joined medicine.
Enough for now, if this post shall bring and give something to all readers I am done with it.
Thanks so Much for your visit, likes and comments.
These Dogs I Brought them from the Streets when they were Puppies, having them with us and making them grow with love they are now showering happiness. At home they are three and I have one more ( Name is Topsy) at my factory who never goes anywhere and comes running and sits or sleeps besides me.
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