Seed to scenery

 Dormant embroy is held in a tiny seed ,

Seed when droped softly on able ground,

 With prerequisite of soft rain and

 Humble sunshine,

Magic begins,

Roots   grow downwards due

 to Gravitropism ,

 The shoot grows toward light, 

due to phototropism,

 Auxin hormone helps in this magic, 

The gradually leaves unfold,

 The branches spread,
A leafy, vibrant scenery is created,
From branch to tree,
The small single seed magic ,
Creats It's biological loop,
And becomes a scenery.

Which make biological blue prints.
Sukarma Thareja 
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Little Quanta

  


We know,

Something,

At the,

Macroscopic level has,

Fixed trajectories here,

And

Fixed trajectories there,

But something

At the,

Subatomic level has,

Quantum this,

And

Quantum that.


All races,

All caste,

All creed,

Have no boundaries,

As we are,

All made of,

The same stuff,

As we have same,

Basic organic chemistry,

Because,

We are,

All connected,

Through,

Space and time domain,

By little little quanta,

Our creator

Almighty! GOD


Sukarma Thareja


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Wish of Mother Rani-2

 Wish of Mother  Rani



Wish of Mother  Rani


It is very difficult for Rani to forget the formula which decides gender formation, ie, male/female in any species, ie, xx=xy (pair of chromosomes), which she was taught in tenth class by her biology teacher. Why this formula haunts Ms Rani till today is a million dollar question. She cannot forget how, under pressure from her mother-in-law and husband, she got herself aborted a few times, because she was carrying a baby girl. To some extent, she was also party to that awful decision.


She understands what she did was a sin—— and she was morally incorrect. But why did she take this decision? She has no concrete convincing answer to herself till today. The fact that she cannot share this black truth of her life with anyone in this world, even with her own dear and near ones, is a big pain for her. Rani knows that valid questions like—Are you mad, Rani?—What is the point in getting so much education if you can’t face the world?-etc—etc will be raised if she shares this secret with anyone, even if they are her own sisters. It is also a fact that all said and done, she is not ready to become a mother to her second daughter at any cost. When she looks back on her own journey, those sad dark patches of her life journey and unhappy experiences that make her reinforce her decision, that is what action she took was right, though it is painful for her till today.


Rani works as a helper in the canteen of a famous women's college in Delhi, and happens to get a platform for interaction with women coming from different walks of life. During many meaningful conversations, they convey to her that the time has come for Indians will study the necessary and sufficient conditions of this genetic formula, xx=xy. And very soon will implement those conditions in Indian society, in such a way that each citizen of’ India today ‘will feel pride, comfortable and will get equal rights and opportunity. 


For Rani, it is nothing but a dirty joke. She knows that for states of her country like Haryana and Punjab, formula xx<xy.

Enough is enough, but Rani is still waiting after 75 years of independence, that when we Indians, who boast of our cultural, spiritual and science- technical know how heritage, will come out from these conservative believes and assure ‘Aam nari’(ordinay Indian woman) like Rani that TV serials like ‘satyamev jayte’ will not get buried in history of India. When will ’ Aam nari’ (ordinary Indian woman) get justice from her own society, and will she feel proud in giving birth to a female child?


How will this be possible? Rani always asks these questions herself. Yes! It is possible, Rani, ‘didi ji’ in my college tells me, if we all sincerely salute to blessings of motherhood and count our blessings and recognize the talent, beauty and importance of a little bundle of joy and change our mental setup.

Rani is hopeful and still waiting for that new auspicious morning—

Sukarma Rani Thareja


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Regret Stays

 

In my dream I was talking to my neighbour .He said "I was married for five years.I confess sometimes I used to cheat my wife in financial matters. Due to my mistake my wife got offended snd walked away from my life.At that time i did not regret losing  my faithful wife.But madam now I regret how stupid I was to do so. A good woman w  walked away from my life. I regret it so muvh madam when I am alone. I cant replace her and realize she was rare."

I said " Sir A good woman does not just love. She builds. She listens. She stays consistent even on hard days."

Gentleman said " Many men only understand her value after she is gone, when nobody else offers the same depth."

I said "By then, it is often too late."

I further  said "She has healed. She has grown. She has learned her worth."

Gentleman said"The regret stays with him, quiet but heavy."


Sukarma Thareja 



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Music from funnel shaped glasses

 Fine glassy funnel-shaped glasses for dinner

When gently tapped, 

with wet palm will tinkle,

If rubbed with  fingers in round order,

Like a temple bell, 

they start with a peculiar ring.


Their shapes triangular, square, and their size are big and small

Dictate how each different types of hums,

Large and long empty glasses might groan like a small drum.

Pour in some liquid of a different density to make their pitch higher.

Together they’ll sound like a different 

pitch choir!


https://recipes.howstuffworks.com/food-facts/question603


Sukarma Thareja


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Women"s Intelligence

 I am kitchen,

Person who runs kitchen,

Is extra ordinary intelligent .


Indian home kitchen is run by woman,

Her observation skills are superb,

Her intelligence has no comparison,

 To formally degree holder.


She not only runs kitchen,

She runs university ,

She is good in mathematics, 

How much flour and vegetables

  For how many people she figures

 Out in minutes.


She is good in physics,

She has precise sense of temperature,

and pressure, energy required,

 By every big small apparatus  in kitchen.


She is also good in  chemistry,

 For her every dish preparation in kitchen ,

 Is no less than micro chemical experiment.


She is good and efficient manager,

She is expert in multi tasking,

In less time she manages,

 To prepare so many dishes .


She serves every one food dot in time,

She is good economist,

She is capable of feeding the whole family,

 on a limited budget.


She is good psychologist,

She cooks according  to mood of family,

For her cooking is not just a skill ,

It is a beautiful blend of love, responsibility, 

And sacrifice.


Unfortunately  some ignorant people,

 Often comment,

 She does not know English,

 She is not a working woman,

She does not have any formal training,

But they forget ,

 Woman who runs the kitchen 

 Is no less than any trained manager, 

Often, she is even more capable.


Some people have no realisation,  

This power of patience and love which woman has,

Cannot be taught through any book or degree.


Whole family gets fresh, hot, delicious food, 

 Three times a day ,

They just think it is a“food”…  

It is God’s blessing received at home.


  Friends please,

Before you eat food,

Think for moment,

And thank your mother ,

 Wife, sister, or daughter  ,

Who, with her immense love ,

 And thoughtful managing skill,

 of running kitchen ,

 Give family more than food.


All these traits ,

She has acquired through experience ,

Sacrifice dedication and love for family,

With help of these traits,

She is turning home to heaven.


Alas people could understand,

Naming her as house manager is pity,

She is much above that,

She is back bone of family,

Her contributions,

 Cant be measured in money ,

 or expressed  in words.

She turns a house into a home.

She turns home to heaven.

Sukarma Thareja 

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Ideal Scientist Journey From Ramyo Krishna

 There was a summer vacation at my college. This time, when I was off from my teaching duty, I was trying to summarise the results that my able students got from the science problem on which we were working last year.


Certainly, it was the best time for me to read some spiritual books also. This reading assignment gave me very precious results for my mind and soul welfare. At the same time, I was eagerly waiting for my son Ashok to come home, who was on his assignment abroad.


At night, while I was sleeping, I had a dream that I was talking to my son Ashok. I am listing the same below.


Mom-I am so proud, son! that you are on the path of becoming an eminent research scientist. How are things otherwise, dear Ashok?


Son-  Mom, I am fine. It seems to me that while in the river of scientific knowledge boat, I do come across banks of evil, like war between nations. I wish to go towards the divine shore, Mom. There are clouds and rain in my journey. But it is such a pleasant surprise, Mom, I do get wisdom in scientific life, between pleasure and pain.


Mom-son! As everything works because of science, please don’t slow down, you gain in pace, of scientific knowledge. With your scientific aptitude, it is good that you are enjoying teaching and learning every science concept with intentions good like lord Rama. Son, please keep active your drives and urge, for invention in science, that’s what I sincerely wish for you.


Son- mom! In this auspicious journey, I have begun to accept my deficiency,


I know good teachers, scientists and mentors to some extent can hold their students and co -worker hand. I have also learnt Mom! I cannot lean longer on anyone, if I wish to climb in ladder of scientific success.


Mom-  son! Please remember materialistic presents are not promises. Your hard work with dedication are the path best for scientific progress. Son! Please accept your shortcomings, with your head up and open eyes.


Son-Mom!  I have learnt Mom that too much sun in my endeavour in science


It can sometimes give me deep skin burn. So mom!  I am trying my best to build my own roads, to achieve scientific success.


Mom-son! Plant your own scientific garden by decorating your soul like lord Krishna,


 teaching in the Shrimad Bhagavat Gita.


Son- mom, in scientific projects I learn and apply every science concept in depth,


Which endures me and makes me strong.


Mom-son! Basic mantra is to learn, learn and learn and make others learn with good intentions. With every goodbye to the scientific project executed, in between, please do observe silence and introspect, my son !.


Mom-son! I am so happy in the learning teaching journey, faithfully, you tried your best.


 To live your life imitating lord Rama, and in the process, evolve as a promising eminent scientist.


Son- mom! I wish I could inspire love, scientific knowledge, truth, among the masses more and a light path that leads our youth to future brightness.


 Mom, now I am moving towards, near end of my scientific life.  I wish I could follow the teachings of the Gita-Shrimad Bhagavat.  I am trying to imitate lord Krishna in scientific and personal life, forming good policies for the scientific world, making serious efforts to fight for peace- humanity.


Mom -yes, son! I am old in number age, but when I look back, I am so happy about your scientific Journey -  a process,  started with imitating lord Rama, observing science dharma, which will remain incomplete till it ends, in lord Krishna, who sought adharama, destroyed it and established dharma ( mindful observation). I am sure, son! With your honest efforts, you will be successful in completing your call, A mission full of endeavours- a scientific journey.


Suddenly, I could hear the chirping of birds in my ears. Oh! My God, I was having a fruitful scientific spiritual conversation with my son Ashok in my dream. I thanked God for the same and soon realised science would be able to explain the process of dreaming very soon, I suppose. It was time to get up since it was morning---but the whole day I was engrossed in my conversation with my son, which was in a dream---



Dr Sukarma Rani Thareja

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