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Stoem #14- Some Sore Throats are worth it

It was very comfortably warm and cozy in the bus as the frosty winds blew outside with the temperature falling lower and lower. As we reached a patch of nothing-but-snow with a sky untouched by the city lights of Tromso, Norway, I found myself hesitating. I thought of waiting in the bus and just going out later. We anyway hadn’t seen the northern lights on the day before after quite a few hours of waiting. It was freezing outside, and the frequent coughs and sneezes reminded me that I’m already sick. To add to this, I couldn’t find one glove (classic me) and hadn’t put on feet warmers. Finally making up my mind, I pulled myself to get out of the bus, and with just a few steps I found myself knee deep in snow. Being how clumsy I am, I fell and got snow onto my clothes and into my hair. But as I penguin-walked my way to the campfire, I saw the guide staring at the sky with a sparkle in his eye. And once I looked up, I couldn’t believe it- The Aurora Borealis. The Northern Lights. I don’t know if my body was warmer or I just forgot to feel cold. I don’t know how my hands and legs weren’t freezing anymore. I don’t know how many times I stumbled around just to get a better view. In that moment I was simply taking it all in, admittedly being slightly careless in the process. And as the lights faded away, I thought about how I would have regretted it if I stayed in. The weather, no matter how bad, in a way made the view even better. And I knew I would wake up sicker the next day and probably also be scolded for my negligence. And as we rode back to my hotel, I realized I still wont have changed a thing. That was when this Stoem was thought of.

Some sore throats are worth it,

you can’t always hide from the rain.

At some point you realise,

There’s a reason the rain came.

You can’t always proceed with caution.

Even if the wind outside is freezing,

Maybe when you feel it across your face,

You’ll see, it’s worth the sneezing.

A bit of recklessness is needed,

Or you’ll miss out on the fun.

If you never leave the comfort zone,

Of the warm and cozy sun.

It’s a trade I’m willing to make,

I’d rather be sick for another day,

Than to be sick of monotony,

Without a story to say 🙂

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Stoem#13-Lifecycle’s Ride

I still remember the day I went to the shop across my society to take of the training wheels off my cycle. I was super excited to take rounds around my society, but every round I would look forward to the slope. I loved every bit of going down the slope, the thrill, the speed, the wind across my face. However, when the same slope had to be travelled up on, I would frown at the thought. Often, if I was with my dad, I would ask him to take it up the slope, just to enjoy bring it down again, much to his annoyance. But when I look back at this experience as a bystander, I realize it’s the exact opposite when it comes to life. It’s the uphills we crave and the downhills we hate! This led to the writing of this stoem, hope you enjoy it!

With a foot on the pedal,
you stare at the life’s road.
You embark on your journey,
Not knowing what it holds.
Within you is an ambition,
To reach the mountains crest,
you begin to push your limits,
Put yourself to the test.
steeper the upward slope,
harder is the fight.
The climb is slow and steady,
Success isn’t overnight.
But a mistake, weakness or fate,
That triggers your downfall,
Always much faster than the climb,
You seem to lose it all.
You try to grasp at straws,
Your helpless self about to retreat
But your stubborn mind and heart,
Don’t let you stop your feet.
crossroads tempt you with an easier way,
But you stick to the hard lane,
The momentum downhill, though unreckoned,
was the wisdom that you had gain.
This gives you a boost at the next uphill,
With a little less distance to cover,
A little you already knew,
A little more you will discover.
Until you conquer to mountain you wanted,
You see the view and smile,
And when you look back, you know,
the ups and downs made it worthwhile.

-Pranjali

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Stoem#12- Behind Each Face is a Story….

Apart from the obvious positives and advantages of being a head girl, there are a few unsaid joys. And that is, even if not in talking terms, you get to know a lot of people. One of the first duties I was given as a Head Girl (which I recently became…wohoo!), was to stand each morning at the gate and check if people were dressed appropriately and tidily. However, each morning I find myself guilty of not doing this duty very well, since I’m busy seeing not the uniforms, but the faces. But this distraction is not one I regret, since it led to the writing of this Stoem.

Behind each face is a story,

and stories are what I collect,

every morning at the school gate,

there are a few faces, I select

Few who come with drowsy eyes

Monday blues have hit too deep

reluctance in each step they take

they would much rather be asleep

then come two ponies toddling about

A face with a grin from ear to ear

school bag half her size, no burden

she seems simply glad to be here.

I hear sniffles in the corner

Bursting into a doleful cry

Tiny arms tightly hugging his mother

Struggling to say good bye.

Arm in Arm come the two amigos

with endless supply of jokes and gossips

The day ahead might be tiring and hard,

they’ll stride through the highs and dips

standing out amongst the uniforms

Comes one in her birthday dress

With sweets and cupcakes for all

In turn treated like a princess

Nose deep into a book

Trying to remember all the text

Last minute research for a project

Or perhaps a forgotten test

There’s cheery greetings,

and contagious smiles

There’s Yawns, Frowns

Jaded days once in a while
 

The world around is full of mimes

So, go ahead and pick a few

You will discover, in different ways

They all reflect a bit of you…

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STOEM#11 Happiness Doesn’t Cost Anyway:)

One evening I decided I should go for a walk, since the wind outside would be a relief from the heat. So, I grabbed my Bluetooth earphones and my phone and went downstairs. And just as I was entering the walking path, my earphone hit me with a “low battery” message. I was annoyed, thinking of how its going to be so boring now. And I noticed my maids two kids, playing with a plastic bottle. They were giggling loudly. And I was suddenly glad my earphones were discharged, because that giggle had intrigued me to write a new stoem..

He may not have a house so big

Nothing special to brag about

May not know what lies ahead

His future may be full of doubt

May not always get full meals

wonders why his parents are always away

And yet he giggles every now and then,

Cause happiness doesn’t cost anyway

She may not have the prettiest of dresses

Or the glitters that other girls wear

Other girls get what they want

While she always has to share.

But if she feels pretty in her heart

She doesn’t care what they say

And so, she giggles every now and then,

Cause happiness doesn’t cost anyway.

no fans to keep the heat outside

a shaky roof above their head

a flickering candle on one side

and an equally shaky bed

yet they just shrug and go with the flow,                                                                    

have learned the art to smile through pain

 hurdles will always come and go, 

but happiness always remain the same.

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STOEM#10 THE TOSS

We were watching a cricket match one Sunday evening. The toss was going on, both the Captains eagerly waiting for the result. Watching from home sitting on my sofa, I remember cheering loudly when the team I was supporting won the toss. Looking at me my father smiled and said, “think about it… the same thing you saw and cheered was seen by someone else supporting the other team. And while you are so happy, they must be upset”. Thinking about this, I realised how it applies to so many situations in our life, whether the result is based on luck or decision. And this thought is what I have written this stoem on…

The coin flips and heart says,

“will it be heads or tails?”

Every time one of them wins

The other one fails…

Whether it’s a game of chance

Or it’s a choice you had

With a change in circumstance

Even the good becomes bad

Because after all what matters

Is your point of view

What looks like 6 to me

Might be 9 to you

In this world we live,

There is no right or wrong

There’s only your truth and my truth

And they rarely get along

So the best thing to do

Is to let that coin toss

Sometimes gain a win

Sometimes accept a loss…

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STOEM#9- The Times

On a lazy and boring pandemic afternoon, I smiled for a change when I opened my phone to one of those “this day that year” notification. A set of pictures of one of our family trip brought all those memories back. I asked dad, “Can we watch all these pictures?” on the laptop, and he said, “Even better, lets watch them all together”! A video call was set up, and the whole group sat together recalling all those wonderful moments. We laughed, teased, clapped and argued on the different versions of the same story. Afternoon soon got merged with night and we were still not even half way done. This left me wondering about this creation called Pictures, on which I wrote this stoem….

Times when you laughed as if you don’t care

when you needed someone and they were there

Times when you tried out something new

That dish you cooked, or that sketch you drew

Times when your day wasn’t really good

But you smiled at the camera like anybody would

Times when you were just with your family

Those weddings, birthdays and anniversary

Times you just hit the road to places unknown

those crazy memories that are your own

moments you captured so they could be cherished

re-watched, rewinded and relived,

telling you to smile, Its time to have fun

so stop, take a break, make another one

choose your moments and make them freeze all you need to do is smile and say cheese!

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STOEM#8- THE OPEN PALM

THE OPEN PALM

During the vacation of my 1st standard, we visited a resort named Rann Riders in the Little Rann of Kutch in Gujarat. Our stay was in a wooden cottage with greenery all around. I woke up to find a beautiful butterfly fluttering across my room. I really enjoyed that moment and wanted to catch it as it made me happy. But it flew away and I had tears in my eyes. Seeing me like this my dad said,” Pranjali, good moments are supposed to be observed and enjoyed while you have them, but you can not keep them forever”. He told me an experience which inspired the Stoem below: –

I was sitting on the bench in my favourite place to be,

With nature all around I felt enlightened and free.

That’s when a butterfly came and sat on my palm,

It wasn’t afraid, it was peaceful and calm.

I melted in its colours, I saw perfect symmetry,

Something in me lightened up and filled me with glee.

But as quickly as it had come, it just flew away,

Which made me quite upset, I had so much more to say.

The next day I went to that same place again,

and came the butterfly as if to explain.

My mind full of greed, made me close my hand,

when I opened it, no longer it could stand.

I realized, good moments, like that butterfly, come and go,

You can’t keep them forever, you can’t break the flow.

But always remember when you are letting go of one,

There are many more good moments waiting to come.

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STOEM#7 HOPE

There are some days where nothing seems to go the way you want it to, isn’t it? I was having one such bad day. I lost an extremely easy table tennis match. Being in a bad mood, I ended up having a fight with my best friend. Back on the way from school, my uniform got torn while getting into my school bus. While getting down at my stop, I thought that I am very bad at table tennis, a horrible friend and a careless person, good for nothing. That’s when I saw something. Something that really changed the way I think. And I decided to write a stoem on it…

Getting off the bus, crossing the street,

A lovely sight made me stop at my feet.

A tender little plant, starting to sprout,

About to know the world, peeping out.

Growing out of a crack, yet leaves so green

And just besides it a cut tree could be seen.

I tried to guess in what, thought it will be,

It might be thinking someday, this will happen to me.

Looking at this, it troubled my head,

If It knows it may happen, does it want to live ahead?

Then it occurred to me, maybe even though it could die,

It had a stubborn mind made up, to give its life a try.

With a wave of guilt in me,

all I could do was stand and see.

With a heavy heart I started on my way,

But turned back as I still, had a goodbye to say.

And I saw a little boy, poor and thin,

Watering that plant, from a little box of tin.

I was glad to know that tiny plant, also has a friend,

Hope is always there with you, when you feel it’s the end.
BY PRANJALI SHAH

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STOEM #6 NORMAL TO NEW NORMAL

This poem is about the longest personal experience I could have had. Its about a whole year; 2020. This year brought so many things I was never expecting, and the fact that this wasn’t only being experienced by me but everyone around the world, makes it a shared experience. This year is soon about to end and I have to say, it had its dark side and bright side. To me, this year taught me the value of the NORMAL.

When we have a certain way that life goes,

when we have a routine we follow,

While we may think it’s boring,

 there is so little that we know.

we simply ignore what we have,

 just because we have it everyday.

The value of which we realise,

when it is taken away.

And then comes a moment,

 your freedom, is locked.

uncertainty all around you,

 everything is blocked.

things you had every day,

 are now hard to get.

daily chores have changed,

more rules have been set.

you have absolutely no hint,

 what’s coming tomorrow.

you feel the urge to close your eyes,

 and back in time you want to go.

and tell your past self,

there is no need to complain.

the fact that things are so common,

is a boon and not a bane.

when life is normal, we keep hoping,

 things went a better way.

but we forget to be grateful and enjoy,

 because normal may not always stay.

But slowly you realise,

things are not that bad anymore.

A new normal is here now,

 knocking at your door.

It’s time to unlearn what we know,

 and change our mindset,

this new normal, learn again,

let’s press reset.

WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 🙂

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STOEM#5: HOLD MY HAND

My grandpa was recovering from a hip fracture. He had been on bedrest for about a month after a successful surgery. One evening my grandma was showing me the snaps of my Dad of when he was a toddler. While looking at the photo of my dad holding grandpa’s hand for walking, an excited shout grabbed my attention. I saw grandpa trying to walk with dad’s support and my Dad cheering him up. I looked at them and then at the photograph and thought of this Stoem.

HOLD MY HAND

Coming into this big world,

the moment he opens his eyes

Having no idea about anything,

ahead is a life full of surprise

Two faces smiling down at him,

Fills him with comfort

A sense of security that in these hands,

he can’t get hurt

As time goes by and he finally,

gets his legs to stand,

At every small disbalance,

he grips that sturdy hand

Along with the steps forward,

those hands always have his back,

If something goes wrong,

they put him on the right track

These hands knew when to hold him,

or let him go on his own

Though they were not beside,

he was never left truly alone

Through school, college, jobs,

and all his ups and downs

From all his smiles and success,

to all his fails and frowns

The hands hugged him,

when he felt the need to cry

Encouraged him to keep going,

and give everything a try

Then again spins the wheels of time,

those hands are sturdy no more

The steps they take fumble,

aren’t as strong as they were before

 “Hold my hand mom and dad…”,

his hands this time he extends 

The three figures walk along the path

A beautiful cycle comes to an end