Nighthawks

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It was a Monday night.
Does it even matter what day it is anymore?
I was walking down the street.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I wanted to

Wanted to see how the world
Had turned upside down
Wanted to see if there was
A sign of life anywhere

There was the diner,
I used to go to
I see a couple, a lonely man,
And a waiter not too happy.

I wonder what they’re talking
I wonder why the man is alone
I wonder why they aren’t home.

These empty streets will haunt me
The sound of my footsteps
On the sidewalk, will remind me
I am Alone.

This could’ve been different
But now it’s all eerily silent
We are all Alone.
It’s frightening.

The whispers behind the shuttered blinds,
The lonely cash register,
The empty chairs in the diner,
How long will this go on?

I long for the Warmth
Alas, Sense of Isolation
Is the only reality.

I pray, every day
For this night to end
And I know, someday
It will.

-Mansi Nanavati

P.S: I know it’s hard for you, but don’t worry, you’re not alone. We’re all in this together. And we’ll make it out together 😀

P.P.S: This one is also a result of my Assignments. The poem is an ekphrasis. The artwork used here is ‘Nighthawks’ is by Edward Hopper, 1942. I am so thankful for the Creative Writing course I took up during the Quarantine. Hope you liked it!

For The Greater Good (Mixed fandoms)

“MWUHAHAHA… Now who’s going to save you all, petty humans? Your Gods? I don’t even think they exist. Now who is going to challenge me, the greatest Decepticon of all, Morguelon!” Intermission. This is the perfect movie, no; this is the perfect villain, thought the 13-year-old Dan Schmunck.

The red-curly-haired boy’s fascination for villains was as lively as a never-extinguishing-fire. He found villains as the coolest characters.  His obsession for Morguelon was the greatest. If one was to enter his bedroom, he would be welcomed by hundreds of posters, paintings, even shirts of various villains from movies, comics or books. This time he wanted to do something different to portray his fascination, once again, for Morguelon and His Army of Three. He wanted to build them from the Lego.

Just like any other 13-year-old guy, he loved the Lego. It was shameful for a guy of that age to not own one. Well, then, I’ll just buy a Lego set and build Morguelon and His Army of Three for myself. That would be so cool, thought Dan as he walked out of the theatre. He headed off to the nearest Lego store and returned home at around 12 noon as his movie ended at 11 am; it was a morning show.

Once he was done building Morguelon and His Army of Three, he admired his work. It took him half an hour to build them all.  He felt proud. Now all that was required for him was just a walk in the park to feel satisfied of what he created out of his own hands. He didn’t notice the slight movement made by the 3 feet tall Morguelon while he was going out of his bedroom.

When he walked back home at 1 pm, he was shocked to see the living room in shambles. He remembered leaving the house without the couch dragged across the room, the family picture shattered to pieces, the TV screen broken and his bedroom door smashed to smithereens. He panicked. Must be a burglar, he thought. When the side doors of his eyes noticed movement in the dining room, what he saw was incomprehensible.

The Lego of Morguelon and His Army of Three – Ultron, Megatron and Terrotron, had come to life. Their height had also increased by one foot. Dan, who was scared out of his wits, ran as fast as he could out of his house. He mentally calculated that their height rose by one foot in a half an hour. He had to tell this to someone, but whom? His parents were at office. He couldn’t call the Police; they would think Dan had lost his mind. Could he tell his neighbor about it, Nellie Jackson? Yes, she would understand, he thought.

“Hey kiddo! What’s up?” asked the cheerful-14-year-old-blonde Nellie. Dan told her everything. He was half-heartedly expecting her to burst out in laughter but Nellie was listening to his every single word carefully. If she could be very cheerful, then she could also be very serious at the same time. Dan liked this about her.

“If you can make villains out of Lego, then maybe you can also make heroes out of Lego”, suggested Nellie. “That’s a jolly good idea. You’re smart, Nellie”, exclaimed Dan. Nellie grinned sheepishly. They came back from the store at 1:15 pm and made four superheroes:-

  • Electropsche- She looks like a human. Her powers are to read and control anyone’s mind. She can also move things with her willpower.
  • Stormbreaker- Even he looks like a human but more bulky and stronger. His body can turn into any hard substance. He has enormous amount of strength.
  • Nebula- She is a nimble, blue-colored human, maybe little smaller in size. Her powers are to turn invisible, to be of any size and to cause blindness in the opponent’s eyes for fifteen minutes once when she becomes visible.
  • The Mechanic- His job is very little but crucial. He is the Guider of their task.

One problem, and major one, was that they didn’t come to life.

“I knew it”, muttered Nellie under her breath. While Dan kept cursing, Nellie was pondering over what happened. She spoke,” I think only the Lego set which you bought had that power in it. Maybe we should sneak in and grab four pieces from Morguelon and his whatever-“

“His Army of Three!”

“Do I really care? Then we come back and attach those pieces to our superheroes so they come to life”, Nellie finished.

“Okay, I’ll sneak in”, spoke Dan with a determined face.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’m older than you, so-“

“I am an expert on the topic of villains here. I know better”, Dan spoke with an air of sophistication.

At 1:45 pm, Dan didn’t turn up. “I guess now I’ll have to save the world”, Nellie talking to herself casually.

She brought out her enormous five feet talking teddy bear which she had received for her sixth birthday. The teddy bear always kept on repeating-“Do you want to have fun? Come one let’s go play! Yay, yay, yay, we’re having fun!” She never liked it. She fastened that teddy bear to her skateboard. She connected the skateboard to the lamp post. She let loose of the rope little bit so that the gravity (the slope) would drag the talking bear to the front gate of Dan’s house; visible to anyone in the house.

The bait was ready.

Meanwhile the Decepticons, now six feet tall, tried to attack the talking bear with their Neutrino guns, Nellie sneaked into the living room from the backdoor and with her sling shot she aimed at the end of the broad shoulders of Ultron as he was the nearest to Nellie. Few pieces came out and Nellie successfully retrieved them. She noticed Dan tied up in a corner and she mouthed, “Don’t worry. Superheroes will be here soon.” Dan nodded.

Nellie was correct. Those pieces gave life to the four superheroes and for the first time in the past one hour she smiled.

After a brief introduction, the Mechanic spoke, “there is a core piece which gives the power to the rest of the pieces. We must get to it and destroy it before Morguelon understands the true power of the Draupnir, the core piece or else we are doomed. I sense that he already knows about it.”

“Wow, that’s charming”, said Nellie with a sour face.

Electropsyche came up with a plan-“Stormbreaker and I will attack on their army. Mechanic, sir, please guide us where the Draupnir is. Nebula, you have to follow whatever the Mechanic says.”

“And I’ll free Dan, my friend, who got captured by them”, added Nellie. Everyone nodded.

Nellie raised a doubt-“If the core piece, Drop-whatever, is destroyed, then wouldn’t y’all be dead again? ”

The Mechanic spoke firmly, “It’s for the greater good, Nellie.”

Dan’s house became the battlefield. Eletropsyche and Stormbreaker were fighting Ultron, Megatron and Terrotron, though outnumbered. They were losing ground slowly as the Neutrino blast from the Army of Three had caused enough damage to them. Moreover they were six feet tall whereas Electropsyche and Strombreaker were just 3 and half feet tall. The Mechanic scanned the house for Morguelon and found him in Dan’s bedroom. Nebula followed him. They hid behind the door and looked at what Morguelon was doing. Nebula was appalled at the sight, so was the Mechanic.

Morguelon had made a portal in Dan’s bedroom from where more Decepticons were going to come in through. They looked distant but were definitely heading towards the room. The portal was the direct connection from the planet Cybertron, home of Decepticons, to Earth through space. Cybertron is a shining metal, technological world; a planet of towering future cities without end and vast metallic plains, spiraling metal mountains and bottomless neon-lit chasms.

The Mechanic’s hopes had shattered. He turned to Nebula and spoke solemnly,” The humans are doomed. We have failed. Morguelon has used the not the power of Draupnir but the Draupnir itself to make a portal. Now there’s no stopping to it. ” Nebula was also heart-broken but she couldn’t just give up hope like that. “Master, what is the formula that humans call ‘Einstein’s formula’?” asked Nebula. The Mechanic, puzzled, answered,” It is E=mc². The formula asserts that the mass of an object, at constant energy, magically varies and this loss in mass converts into humungous amount of energy that can destroy anything. But why ask?” The Mechanic looked at Nebula’s resolved face and understood. He spoke,” I will not stop you and I know it’s not possible to stop you. I see you’re strong-willed. May the Force be with you.”

If one was to look at Nebula, he would think what difference she could make to the world. In fact, that same Nebula was going to save the Earth and the whole universe at the same time. She was literally going to sacrifice herself.

Nebula turned invisible and walked towards the portal. Once she was halfway into the portal, she became visible and turned Morguelon blind for some time; it was her power. It was now up to her. The fate of the universe rested upon her. I know it will cost me my life but that is for the greater good, thought Nebula. As she spiraled slowly at first then at the speed equal to light towards Cybertron, she almost appeared to be a ray of light, of hope, and suddenly she exploded into gargantuan amount of energy. That energy destroyed Cybertron and shook the house. She had destroyed the Draupnir and also ridden the world of the atrocious Decepticons by immolating herself. Now in space, anyone could see a cloud of dust far away in space formed due to massive energy.

Nebula had lived up to her name.

Nellie fell to the ground as the house shook. At the same time, she noticed that The Army of Three, Electropsyche and Stormbreaker had broken to pieces. She ran to Dan and freed him. They both went to the bedroom and the sight that welcomed them had explained everything to Nellie and Dan. They could make out Morguelon’s and Mechanic’s pieces but not Nebula’s. They understood that she had given up her life, her soul, just for them even though they had no connection with them.

“I wonder if I could ever be brave like Nebula or any of the other superheroes”, said Dan.

“We definitely learnt something from them. That is bravery and sacrificing for the greater good”, said Nellie with a purposeful face.

“It was all my fault. My stupid obsession of villains! Look where it led us!” spoke Dan in a small voice.

“It’s okay. At least you learnt your lesson. That is more important.”

“That’s fine but what do I tell my parents about what happened to the house, the huge hole in my bedroom?” said Dan, pointing towards the house-in-shambles.

“Ha-ha! You’ll have to make a good story to convince your parents about the condition of your house.”

“Well you’ll have to tell your parents about your teddy bear blasted by Neutrino guns!”

“Nay, they don’t care about it. Anyways, I never liked that teddy bear. It kept saying- ‘Do you want to have fun? Come one let’s go play! Yay, yay, yay, we’re having fun!’ ”, said Nellie, making her voice sound like a baby’s.

“Ha-ha! How about we go for a walk in the park and feel glad that the world isn’t ruled by those monsters, Decepticons, eh?” suggested Dan.

“Or to think of a story to tell your parents about the house? Definitely!” laughed out Nellie.

Nellie and Dan cackled, and ran into the park.

-Mansi Nanavati

 

 

Celebrities-Their Social Responsibilities

“In a world of lies and liars, an honest work of art is always an act of social responsibility.”

– Robert McKee
Every individual in the society has certain sets of responsibility towards the other members of the Continuum they live in. And celebrities hold a powerful position in this arena.
Celebrities are usually known for their lifestyle, fashion, economic status and success. But from the perspective of the society, they are often looked upon as major social influencing personalities.
It is not only their choice but also their responsibility to have a positive impact on the people around them. Their actions affect a large section of the young population, thanks to the pop culture that is exponentially boosting.
There are many examples of celebrities who have contributed generously to the world. Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam is one of a kind. He has devoted his life igniting young minds. And who can deny Aamir Khan’s active participation in resolving nationwide social issues through media.Take the example of Sachin Tendulkar. He never endorsed for the advertisement of alcoholic beverages albeit he was offered a lot of money. He, being favoured by the youth, knew that it was his duty to influence the young minds in the right manner.
Indirectly, celebs assume the form of leaders in the eyes of society.
And as it is said in the favourite super-hero movie, Spiderman, with great power comes great responsibility.
An Ideal celebrity is the one who inspires the world not with his fame but with his actions.
An Ideal celebrity is the one who carries out his responsibilities devotedly to help the world progress.
An Ideal celebrity with social responsibilities can make this world a beautiful place to live because one candle can light other thousands of candles!

Magic Wand

Finest of the unicorn hair,
Mixed with water and air.
Put together in a grind,
I become one of my kind.

I can turn a king into a clown,
Or a broom to a ball gown.
I can turn a mouse to a cup,
Or a lizard to a pup.

The moment has come,
To choose my master to become.
For I’m the ultimate source of magic,
I’m invincible, I’m erratic.

I work charms on everyone,
I can hallucinate anyone.
But only on my master’s wish,
Who is at times very selfish.

My master orders me,
To turn a beggar to a bee,
To madden the priest,
To summon a beast.

I surge with mighty power,
Before me people shall cower.
For I’m the ultimate source of magic,
I’m invincible, I’m erratic.

Oh! What have I done?
Did I kill a mother’s son?
When did I turn merciless?
Was I always so careless?

I’m a puppet in a human’s hand,
But with mighty power I stand.
What’s the use of the power,
When you frighten people to cower?

I despise humans for their cruelty,
Their terrorism and brutality.
Wish I could send them to asylums,
Alas! I stand in utter silence.

Though humans mistreat everyone,
They will pay for their wrong done.
Yet I’m the ultimate source of magic,
I’m invincible, I’m erratic.

-Mansi Nanavati

Rainbow

My heart fills with joy,
When rain pours down and lifts my mood.
Hadn’t it been a second or two,
The sun throws his light and shines upon the woods.

Oh! God has bestowed his blessings,
With a Rainbow filled with seven colors,
What a beautiful sight!
Sky is suffused with colors of valor.

Violet, Indigo and Blue symbolize courage and bravery,
Green and Yellow flatter the beauty of nature,
Orange and Red represent simplicity and prosperity.
Now who can deny the rainbow’s beaut and rapture.

Though the Rainbow appears very rare,
It impresses us with morality of fulfilling our duty.
So what are we waiting for? rise and shine,
God has given us an opportunity to marvel the Rainbow’s beauty.

 -Mansi Nanavati

Nature

The  sun shines and throws his light.
The buds open up to bloom as a  flower,
The nightingale impresses us with its melody,
That raises my spirits and gives power.

Water gushes and flows all the time,
Encouraging us to  never  stop in life.
Sky and clouds spread warmth,
For they preserve happiness and revive.

The leaves  are as light as feathers,
And  sway to a side as if in a dance.
The lake shimmers like a  glitter,
And throws everyone in a trance.

The beauty and rapture of nature,
God has designed the world with  excellence.
The lush green leaves decked with flowers,
And sky suffused with diamonds that gleam with brilliance.

But what have the humans done!
To this gift of God.
They have made it notorious,
Like garbage dumped in abode.

Oh! The nature’s fury,
Beware O’Malefactor.
Enough of your tantrums,
You still have time to turn into a nature-lover.

-Mansi Nanavati

Kingdom of Sunshine

What a wonderful land,
Where sunshine spreads with a wave of hand.
Wonder if I can find a kingdom of sunshine,
Situated in the heaven of heavens.

Peace and harmony lies in this kingdom,
Not only prosperous but also full of freedom.
Stronger the relationships are here,
Where everybody lives with  unity.

The kingdom exists wherever the sun rays fall,
The kingdom’s other side is divided by wall.
The wall is nothing but the rim of deep shadow,
Which is taken by immoral and evil.
The darkness is fostered by devils and demons,
Whereas the honorable kingdom is settled by Gods and angels.

-Mansi Nanavati

Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel

Vallabhai Patel, popularly known as Sardar, was born on 31 October 1875 in a small village named Karamsad in Gujarat.  His parents were Jhaverbhai and Ladba.   When Vallabhbhai was eighteen years old, his marriage was arranged with Jhaverba,

He is often known as the “Iron Man of India” or “Bismarck of India”, he is also remembered as the “Patron Saint” of India’s civil servants for establishing modern all India services.

He was an Indian barrister and statesman, one of the leaders of the Indian National Congress and one of the founding fathers of the Republic of India. He was a social leader who played a leading role in the country’s struggle for independence and guided its integration into a united, independent nation.

As a child, Vallabhbhai used to travel by walking to attend school in Nadiad & Petlad by walking from his place right from childhood. He was very brave child, who lanced his own painful boil with red hot iron rod, without hesitation, even as the barber supposed to do it trembled.

He was excellent scholar and in those days, after matriculation he harbored a plan to study in England and became a lawyer. He started his law practice in Godhra and earned a reputation as a fierce and skilled lawyer. The couple had a daughter, Maniben, and a son, Dahyabhai.

In 1909, his wife Jhaverba was hospitalized in Bombay to undergo a major surgical operation for cancer. Her health suddenly worsened and, despite successful emergency surgery, she died in the hospital. Sardar Patel was given a note informing him of his wife’s demise as he was in the court.  He read the note, pocketed it and continued to intensely cross-examine the witness and won the case. He broke the news to others only after the proceedings had ended. This shows his pinnacle of commitment for profession.

In 1917 Sardar Patel became the sanitation commissioner of Ahmedabad and he was taking head on with British officials on civic issues, however, did not show any interest in politics. He was deeply impressed when Gandhiji defied the British in Champaran for the sake of the area’s oppressed farmers.  He encouraged Indians nationwide to sign Gandhi’s petition demanding Swaraj.

In 1920, the plea for exemption from taxation had been turned down by British authorities for the farmers of his area. He took up the ‘Satyagrah’ against the Britishraj and he abandoned his career and material ambitions to serve the nation. The government had to finally suspend the payment of revenue for the year. So, Vallabhbhai Patel emerged as a hero to Gujaratis and got admired across India. He was elected president of the newly formed Gujarat Pradesh Congress Committee.

Sardar Patel supported Non-co-operation movement under leadership of Mahatma Gandhi and toured the state to recruit more than 300,000 members.  In the Congress, he was a firm supporter of Gandhiji against his Swarajist critics.  He organised bonfires of British goods in Ahmedabad, and also burnt all his English-style clothes.  With his daughter Mani and son Dahya, he switched completely wearing khadi.

When Gandhiji was in prison, Sardar Patel was asked by Members of Congress to lead the satyagraha in Nagpur in 1923 against a law banning the raising of the Indian flag. He negotiated a settlement that obtained the release of all prisoners and allowed nationalists to hoist the flag in public

In April 1928, Sardar Patel returned to the independence struggle from his municipal duties in Ahmedabad when Bardoli suffered from a serious predicament of a famine and steep tax hike.

When Gandhiji embarked on the Dandi Salt March, Sardar Patel was arrested and was put on trial with no lawyer or pressman allowed to attend. This caused the Salt Satyagraha to greatly intensify in Gujarat and an anti-tax rebellion was launched until and unless Patel and Gandhi were released. Once released, Sardar Patel served as interim Congress president.

The Round Table Conference was held in London in 1932. Gandhiji and Sardar Patel were arrested on the failure of the Round Table Conference talks, and imprisoned in the Yeravda Central Jail. During this term of imprisonment, they grew close to each other, and the two developed a close bond of affection, trust, and frankness.

He rose to the leadership of the Indian National Congress and was at the forefront of rebellions and political events, organizing the party for elections in 1934.

He took active leadership roll for ‘Quit India’ movement in 1942 and British arrested him and imprisoned with the entire Congress Working Committee for 3 years. He also provided emotional support to his colleagues while awaiting news and developments of the outside. More than one lakh people were arrested and many were killed in violence with the police. Strikes, protests and other revolutionary activities had broken out across India. When he was released on in 1945 the British were preparing proposals to transfer power to Indian hands.

In the 1946 election for the Congress presidency, Patel stepped down in favour of Nehru at the request of Gandhi. He left the opportunity of leading as Prime Minister of independent India’s first Government. However, as the first Home Minister, Patel played a key role in integration of many princely states into the Indian federation. When the British mission proposed plans for transfer of power with the partition of India on religious lines, with over 500 princely states free to choose between independence or accession to either dominion, there was considerable opposition within the Congress. But Sardar Patel realized the situation and with his wittiness convinced the Congress Working Committee to agree on the proposal. Patel took charge of the task to forge a united India from the British colonial provinces allocated to India and more than five hundred self-governing princely states, released from Britishraj by the Indian Independence Act 1947. He used diplomacy, backed with the option and use of military force to persuade all princely state. He directly oversaw the complete process and with support of VP Menon completed this mammoth task of uniting India within 2 months in 1947.  This earned him the title of ‘Iron man of India’ and his contribution was written with golden letters.

As the first Home Minister and Deputy Prime Minister of India, Sardar Patel organised relief for refugees in Punjab and Delhi, and led efforts to restore peace across the nation after the violent partition communal fights after the independence.

In performing his duty to the nation, he had never considered his personal interest and lived selfless and humble life.  On 68th Independence day, we salute our Great Soul of India and Inspiring Patriotic leader of India.

– Mansi Nanavati

 

Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

Dr. Avul Pakir Jainulbdeen Abdul Kalam was born on 15th October 1931. He is the eleventh president of India and a world renowned space and missile technology scientist. As he was born and raised in a middle class family at Rameshwaram in Tamil  Nadu, Dr. Kalam’s miraculous success is a rag’s to riches story  indeed! His parents were Janubudeed, a boat owner, and Ashiamma.

Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam studied physics at the St. Joseph’s College, Tiruchirapally,  and aerospace engineering at the Madras Institute of Technology  in Chennai. Ever since his school days, he had been extremely hardworking, careful, regular and devoted to his goal. Rather than accepting financial help from anyone for his studies, he met  his expenses by selling newspapers. By doing so,  he supported not only himself but his family as well.

Dr. Abdul Kalam served as the eleventh president of India from 25th July 2002 to 25th July 2007. He is an  inspiration to millions of young and adult population of our country. His life is a guiding path to success and happiness. He is immensely modest,  soft-spoken, very well mannered,, unassuming and is true example of ‘ simple living and high thinking ‘. His rise to this  coveted post roves the successful functioning of our great democracy.

Prior to his becoming the President, Dr. Kalam had held different  posts in D.R.D.O. (Defense Research and Development Organization) and I.S.R.O. (Indian Space Research Organization). With I.S.R.O.,  he was the Chief Instructor of SLV3 project which saw the successful launching of India’s various missiles. They include Agni, Aakash, Prithvi, Naag, Trishul, etc.

Owing to the success of this project, Dr. Kalam became famous as the ‘Missile Man’ all over the country.  Our first nuclear test at Pokharan in Rajasthan  was successfully carried out under his supervision. His great contribution was acknowledged when the government awarded him the highest commendation of the country, ‘The Bharat Ratna’. He was even appreciated with the ‘Padma Bhushan’ award in 1981.

Dr. Kalam is a man  of vision and has lofty dreams for Mother India. Soon after taking oath of office as  President, he addressed his countrymen, announcing, his resolve to make India a developed country  as soon as possible.

Our President is secular secular to the core and hence he is  popular with all  sections of society. He reads Quoran as well as the Gita everyday and greets his visitors with ‘Ram-Ram’ and ‘Salam’. Apart from reading, he has great  interest in classical music and is also a good writer. His two  books ‘India 2020’ and ‘Wings of Fire-An Autobiography’ depict his  personality as a thinker as well a great visionary.

Dr. Kalam thrived and excelled in the world  purely by his efforts  and  hard work accompanied by his unflinching determination. He is a miracle man. Dr. Kalam’s advice to the youngsters of this nation is to ‘dream’ and convert that into thoughts and later into action.

“Dare to  dream it,  Achieve to win it.”

– Mansi Nanavati