""Radhesyam jewellers""----had its shutters put down a wee bit early everyday in this festive season ---reason its owner Shri Radhesyam Parikh did not want to go home through the deserted roads late at night with all his days earnings . He was an MBA from a foreign university.

His was a reputed shop and had a selective clientele who would wait for the next day for his shops to open but would not go to another --such was his goodwill and reliability -----so a few minutes early closing did not hurt his business.

He was smiling to himself so happy that inspite of the recession and the rising prices of the yellow metal his buisiness was booming --thanks to the Indian psyche of investing in gold.

He avoided late nights and preferred to reach home early because of the rising cases of robbery and car-holdups.He always chose Gandhi road which was always busy and had a police station of its own and whose inspector in charge was known to him ---so he was safe " its good to have acquaintances in high places , specially in the police for then you are sure to get good service" he mused .-------When suddenly his reflexes made him bring the car to a screeching halt---a motorcycle had come and dashed against his speeeding car and the pillion rider had fallen , rather crashed onto his bonnet whereas the front wheels of the bike had lodged under the right front wheel of his car-- he was unnerved -OH God !!! before he could think a crowd had gathered and the constables ,inspectors all had rushed out of the police station.

Thankfully neither of the two were hurt----the pillion rider had a few nasty bruises but that was all .The rider had jumped off the bike and nothing untoward had happened. The bikers were sensible enough to understand that it was no ones fault and just an accident it was written in their FATE for that day ---a help of a thousand rupees from the rich seth would pay for both the repair of the vehicle and of the man.

Everything was settled amicably the crowd dispersed ---the injured men and the police inspector and his constables all walked off with their share from Shri Parekh and a sigh of relief breathed itself out from his lips ---BUt half way it turned into a shriek as Radheshyam ji saw that his bag of the days earnings had vanished.
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He ran to the poice station and reported the case--- an FIR was lodged and a search pary was sent to look for the robbers ----it could be anyone from among that crowd of at least 50 people .

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"Phew !!! that was narrow !!!"

said Ramu when all the six of them sat down to share their loot .

"Narrow!!! that was a Solid move to be able to smuggle off all that booty right from under nose of the policemen and such a big crowd."

"How on earth did you plan it that way ?---!!!!!" this was sukhbir

"HAHAHA!!! because I knew that everyones attention would be towards the two of you and no one will see me take out that bag from the car and ride away with Raju waiting on the bike ."

"Hahah and it was good that you thought of shifting all the loot to Sam and Salim waiting at the corner."

WHAT AN IDEA SIRJI !!!!!! HATS OFF TO YOU !!!!!

"Thanks, that was a risk allright a very big one but I believe that ---- 

----{and he stood up abruptly cutting short his dialogue}


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"Salaam Boss!!! was it ok ???"

"Yes very well done ---now the insurance people will have to cough up a huge amount , all that moolah was heavily insured.All of you are in my payroll from today ---smart work done by you ." said Radheshyam

Thankyou saab ---WHAT AN IDEA SIRJI ---




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.We have seen children neglecting their parents in old age and even leaving them in the lurch or illtreating them sometimes to the extent of binding them in chains and denying them their basic human rights ----BUT---there are always people of all kinds.

To me there is nothing as loving and as vulnarable as a small child .A GIFT OF GOD brought by the stork .

LETS give some thought to the feelings of children for their parents !!!!! ;specially on CHILDREN'S DAY .

They do so much just to receive a word of praise from their parents. Haven't you noticed the gleam of joy in their eyes when they receive a pat on their back from you !! .
Why !! I, even now i.e. till last November [when she passed away] used to show all my poems and blogs to my mother and loved it when she read them and praised me.

Just see how much love and happiness a child gives his/her parents. THEY bring love with them even before they enter the world .

The day you come to know that you are about to enter parenthood a ray of happiness enters your life .You know someone who is your very own ,your own flesh and blood is coming into your world.

THODA HAMARA THODA TUMHARAA !!!

The expectancy , the eagerness to see your child, overshadows the severity of labour pains.The first thing both of you ask the doctor is " how's the baby? is everything o.k.?"That is when you realise Why is this gift brought by the STORK called the 'BUNDLE OF JOY'.

YOU watch them grow ,and that ,smile never leaves your face .The first word uttered; the first step taken .

Then they go to school and make friends and learn their alphabets,[you spend hours teaching them that 'C' is not written the other way round.you don't succeed and hand them over to the father who goes about strutting like a peacock because he has succeeded].

What a lot of joy comes your way when they get admission into a good school.Their school is the first place where your identity gets established Their teachers and friends know you as "THEIR"parents and your acquaintances know THEM as your kids either way you do become known because of them..

Who else can use their authority to put sense into their parents head and tell the mother that she is unnecessarily nagging their pop or tell the father to stop being unreasonable with mom!! And didn't they look after you when you were down with viral or didn't they give you that much needed cup of tea ?
They sent you on that pleasure trip around the world and it was they who arranged for your 25th anniversary party.!! RIGHT!! Some of them have allready started talking about the 'teerth yatra' they are planning to send you on !! hahahaha!!!

Your joy and happiness to see them settle in life. Isn't it immense?

Not only this even if they are not very outstanding or very succesful it gives your life a purpose to help them go ahead.

Every child is a source of happiness, that fact that you have nurtured him/her is enough.

THERE are three stories which I never forget.

First one is about a monkey who refused to be the judge in a 'pretty baby' contest held in the jungle because she said that to her, her baby was the prettiest[ we all know that a baby monkey is not pretty according to the established norms].

The second story is about Yashoda and Krishna. Though Krishna was not born of her she brought him up nurtured him that is why he is called YASHODANANDAN or yashoda's son .He is considered yashoda's son more than Devaki's who was his biological mother.

And then that famous story by Munshi Premchand"IDGAAH" where Hamid the small child spends all his pocket money to buy a pair of tongs for his grandmother whose fingers used to get burnt while making 'roti'for him.This story also tells that children do love their parents ,its just that circumstances at times force them to behave differently.And parents should realise this.

A grown up and married son or daughter has many responsibilities to shoulder and different roles to play.So they may not be able to adhere to your likes and dislikes. 'Give this a thought. '
I have seen parents crib and grumble about everything that goes against their wishes , whims and fancies.--- Please Lets not do this.

We have brought them into this world , they are our treasures , lets think about making them Happy.For me the saddest sight is ''a childs tear filled eyes" How helpless is a child . Doesn't your heart go out when you see a crying child .So hopelessly lost all alone in this world .looking for support.
depending on your support...wanting it .

I dont know how to end this post but I always feel that a child is the most vulnerable creation of god.
                                              Nurture him[her]
                                              Love him[her]
                                             Care for him [her]

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Misunderstandings crop up so easily

between husband and wife

whereas  its love,

which is actually meant to thrive.

The vows that were taken

are forgotten ,forsaken

the moment you come out of the holiest of shrines .



The target of course

can be either--- to begin,

the Hubby misunderstands

your relations to your kins.



"Why did you smile ?at that tall idiotic guy??"

"he --is my cousin who came to say 'goodbye'"

"hmm...and stop backbiting at the back of my back"

"But !!never honey never ,I never do that!!!"

"I know you complain

about me to your mom

Our bedroom life too

is their object of fun.""

"Oh why honey why

do you misunderstand me thus???

why are you so cynical

and making all the fuss."

"Stop shedding those tears

I know they are your weapon

I will never believe them

nor for a ride will I be taken .



"OH GOD !! give him sense

Or help me to die

How can I lead a life

with such a cynical guy.???



The secenario projected is just a one sided affair

the same scene may be found

when the bee in the bonnet of the wifey has stirred.



"Why are you so late ?

The office at 5

had closed all its gates??"

"The traffic was conjusted

I am tired and exhausted"

"Hmmm....give me your coat"!!!

she flashes a smile

and sniffs at the coat

with intentions so vile

"Its smelling of a perfume

like never before

tell me where were you

with what pretty whore?

"That sweethert is a perfume

I bought for you

the bottle is in the pocket

in a box icy blue."

"But how did you know

such a perfume exists

I am sure itsa women

who on wearing it insists.

I am going back to my moms

never to come back"

"But darling believe me

Why do you so attack??

I have not cheated you ever

and that is a fact "

"NO you are a liar

accept this you brute

all that what you say

is farthest from truth.

I 'll call the police and

my parents to sort

this matter with you ,and

our marriage abort."

"Do as you please

I am tired of you "

"OH!! so the truth comes out

finally from you??

You want me to go

so you'll have a free life

But listen here YOU man ,

however much you try

I won't set you free

I will always be your wife."









 

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She stays far away 
in the lands of the sands
But her heart ,she says,
 roams the fropper lands
 
She blogs, She rocks,
she scraps and HITS
She knows how to enjoy,
Life to the hilt.
her friends list exceeds 180 the number 
and her HITS daily reach their zones
come rain ,lightening or thunder 

A wife , a mother a cook too great
She puts her name in the icing on the cake.
Her coffee ,her books and the tree trunks around,
Have her name engraved on them 
and beautifully pronounced.

Her parents gave her a name 
Which becomes her so well
For us, She is The Flower
which so sweetly smells.

May she stay with us
 always and  eternally.
And may her friendship be like 
the flower
that blooms 
spreading smiles and fragrance perennially 

The essence of friendship 
she is the one who knows 
MAY GOD ,
On her, happiness forever bestow. .

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        Meetaji thankyou so much for giving me the honour of becoming a link in the FROPPER CHAIN OF LOVE. You have handed over the torch to me -but I wonder if I will be able write as beautifully as you have.

 This CHAIN is the brainchild of Mr story teller and he should be congratulated for this noble gesture and novel idea which  has not only ushered in an atmosphere of friendship but has also introduced so many of us FROPPERITES to each other -which we could not do earlier due to the vastness of this beautiful site. 


The same dilemna---which had confronted all other torchbearers --came and stood before me too---whom to choose from among the MANY , all very dear and all very near to my heart.

But then the faith I have in the sensibilities of all members of Fropper- land and knowing that no one will mind his/her name not being included because we all know that a chain builds itself on single links only and goes on to become one which can include all humanity .I know that the FROPPER spirit of love.friendship,benevolence and camaraderie will bless this link too.

 WHOSE  name do you think  flashed across my mind? who else but the man who spreads love all over-----the "krishna kanhaiya"  of Fropper , the spinach eating ,muscle flashing  , sailor boy ''HARSH" .
Both the groups, that of the   pretty  ladies  of  fropper  and that of the   handsome  men of Fropper   vie   to  outnumber the other in his friends list .But the  sailor and the  gentleman that he is he 'naturally' lets the ladies take the front seat.

I happen to be his BHABHI----AVINASH ( my husband ) being   his  brother  elder or younger ?? is a mystery since they both address  each other as BHAU  ,and being a bhabhi gives me the privilege of both ,a little bit of flirting and lots of love and respect .

Zone name----Sailor79

date of birth ----January 6th ( just 3 days before me )

date of joining Fropper---- March 10th 2007

personal details -----stays in Pune  is a loving husband and a loving  and caring  father of two kids  his daughter loves to share cadburies with him,He loves blue ,hence this colour   


achievements -------

 1. Never claiming to be a blogger --- He has two posts to his  credit and both have been drawing comments from 2007 to 2009--now that is what I call a Big Box Office  HITrunning  successfully continuously for 2 consecutive years --in the same theatre called FROPPER BLOGS.

2.   His  ability to give appropriate comments which are full of praise and also forthright   ( never hurting)  and are  always a source of encouragement to the blogger.


3.  His genuine  helpful and caring nature the ability to help and care for his friends   .
 My husband and I have been the   benefeciaries   of his friendliness---by now most of you know how he helped us when we were involved in that accident in Pune in February this year .He actually proved that a  friend  in  need is   a  friend indeed.

in fact I had written in one of my blogs that ------ 


Fropper has given me friends on whom I have started depending, I feel as if I can always ask them for help. All that I have to do is to log in and request
them if I am ever stranded in their cities. Here I would like to say that when I was in college there used to be many students with whom we would never have the need to interact but outside the campus even the sight of their presence used to be so reassuring ; we knew if any trouble came our way they would be there  to help us This is the same feeling I have here on fropper. 


and Harsh has proved that I was right .

I thank Meetaji  for making me a link in this fabulous Chain Of Love and giving me an opportunity to thank you Harsh .


...its now your turn to link the chain on to your favourite fropperite. (Only one u can link to  Madhumitacap2000  and also u cant link back. Ensure that the link is not broken)

Lets build  the longest fropper love-chain... which will show the world what love and unity is .

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  Introduction of characters

  SWATI--the main character lost her mother during childbirth and was brought up by her grandmother ,father and an old servant  who showered all their love on her.

dadi--swati's grandmother
Tilak---Swati's father
Suvarna---Swati's late mother 
Parvati---the servant
Deepak---Swati's husband.---their marriage was unique by itself and has been described in my earlier post --SWATI-------- .http://www.fropper.com/posts/28032#post-start
                   
"WHAT"S  the matter with you  SWATI ??why are you sulking?"

                      "SULKING!!  haven't I been asking you to take your E.L. so that we can visit Dadi---She has done so much for us --she  fought society when she agreed to let you stay in our house before marriage ---and now you can't even take a weeks holiday??? "

                       " Ok.Ok. stop that I'll ring up the department and tell them I am going away for a week starting tomorrow---ab toh khush ?? jao go start packing " and DEEPAK  reached for the phone.

                         Just then they heard a car screech to a halt in front of their gate.

 Deepak got up to see who it was ,he didn't want any disturbance while instructing his staff about the next weeks agenda.

                           "Arre !!!!Swati just see who has come ??" and he rushed out to welcome Dadi who was getting down from the taxi.

                             Swati  came down the stairs grumbling, who could it be ?--another holiday gone to the dogs.

"DA---AA---D--III"  !!! and she rushed into the old woman's arms.

Deepak paid the taxi and asked the servant to keep the luggage in the guest room,He left the two  women sobbing and pampering each other .

"My GOD what a pair"--- he muttered and asked the servant to get tea for all.

Swati snuggled into Dadi's lap and told her how much  they were missing and were just about to leave for the village in order to visit her.

Dadi fought back her tears " I too was missing you so much I wanted to ask you over but then thought about Deepak's inconveniance if you stayed long with us ---so I decided to come down myself---I will stay with you for as long as you want me too !!"

"   mmm!!  dadi I love you "!!

The next few days were full of  laughter and fun  and love in the Khanna household.

Wafts of the aroma of lovely food from the kitchen !!! lots of spring cleaning with dadi's  goodnatured   bickerings  and Swati acting the teeanger,  which she had missed being, due to Dadi's stern discipline during her childhood days .

A week flew past and dadi now insisted  on the house being distempered ---this was a bit odd and the couple protested---but she would not listen ---"NO I am becoming old now and may not come over very often I want it all done now under my supervision Swati will not be able to manage everything alone..."

They did not argue.

The colouring ,painting everything took 3 days and the trio loved the new look the house now  had .

Deepak hugged dadi and gave  her a peck on  the cheeks "you are so sweet dadi ,why dont you stay with us forever?...."

Dadi's eyes welled up and she turned away hiding her tears.

The next morning Dadi looked a little sad and asked them to get the tickets for her journey back home.She  said she was missing Tilak (swati's father her son) and Parvati their old servant.

After a lot of cajoling she agreed to wait for another 2 days and then  they would all leave by car for their village ( Dadi's home.)
Meanwhile Dadi spent all her time telling swati the stories of the past , about her young days , Tilak's and suvarna's marriage ,Suvarna's death and how she(dadi) had  brought up this motherless child.

Saturday evening they left around 7 pm the overnight journey would make them reach the village at around 4 am .

They  stopped at a dhaba for tea at about  2  and then dadi went to sleep. Swati too dozed off  .Deepak drove into the village at exactly 4.15 a.m . and was a littlee disturbed to see  the  lights on in the sahay houshold with a crowd standing outside. He had an eerie feeling but did not wake up the two ladies fearing some bad news about Tilak. He stopped the car and walked up to the entrance , people recognised him and made way .

As he entered he saw Tilak sitting with his head bowed and  a  corpse lay on the bed before him .

Deepak felt a jolt but also a slight relief as he knew the dead body that lay there was Parvati ,the old servant --and that tilak was ok.

He tiptoed back to fetch Dadi and swati.

Swati was awake and shaking with apprehensions regarding her dad.While Dadi had already left the car and was  walking towards the house.

Deepak told Swati that it was Parvati whom they had lost and that her dad was alright.Swati too had felt the same reaction of sadness and relief and they both  walked in.

Just as they entered the room Parvati clutched them and started crying"Oh why couldn't you come earlier?"Her  sight  stunned and shocked them .

The rest of the people consoled Parvati and them ,saying that it would not have been of any use  as  Dadi had been in a coma for the last 15 days and had passed away just then at around 2 a.m..

Swati and Deepak looked at each other, that was the time dadi went to sleep in the car!!!!--and those were the number of days Dadi was with them!!!!

The crowd and Tilak were telling them that they had been trying to contact them for the last 10 days but the telephone lines were not working and that they had at last decided to send a courier  who was to leave the next morning.

Swati and Deepak  stood there in a state of shock--  dazed.and glued to the ground

Was that Love ??? Did Dadi love Swati SO MUCH??
              

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THE RANI OF JHANSI

would like to add here that the Rani shares her birthday with another great Lady of Indian history INDIRA GANDHI (19th november)

A Woman of substance


HER marriage in childhood
She could not have defied.
Those days were such
It had to be every woman's plight

But the Fire,the Desire,
To break open the chains,
That burned in her heart
Were not mere empty claims.

Fate willed it such that
" She", first become a queen
And then save the nation
As was Her long cherished dream .

The king was dead,
The British took over;
As was wont to their creed
And annointed her as puppet
To look after their greed.

But this is where they faltered
This is where they slipped
They hadn't realised
She had too much of a grit.

She was a woman of substance
Who had held her head high
No ruler could have ruled her
No Emperor make her cry.

She rose in rebellion,
And took up her chattels
Joined the hands of kings & nawabs
To fight the British in battles.

These Brave Patriots had Begun in 1857 
The First signs Of struggle
The First War of Independence 

They died their deaths they lost their life
But the torch was carried over
Which sent the rulers go in search 
Of some sort of cover.
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The spark had been ignited
That Fire was fanned
Which in 1947 made India

A FREE INDEPENDENT LAND

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