31 Dec 2015


Children go to play
get fascinated with toys.

We come here to live
and forget what is life.

- हेरंब

29 Dec 2015

Many Faces of Kabir

Some call him a mystic poet
Some a philosopher and saint
The Hindus and Muslims
Believe he is theirs

Kabir is a tree
The roots go beyond sight
Each fruit unique
like Prahlad and Mukhtiar

Who is Kabir?
Is he just lore?
He answers in silence
“I’m living truth”

- हेरंब

25 Dec 2015

Merry Christmas


It was the last pencil he had. 10 more days before mother could buy him a new one. Everything appeared blurred.

Eating a cream roll, Hari had seen all this from the kitchen. His mother worked as a maid. She called him to help her with the dishes. The broken pencil was replaced with a new one. “Merry Christmas!”

- हेरंब

24 Dec 2015

Lifetime | A Poem

Teach me
to bow within
in gratitude
for lifetime

Give me strength
to embrace sorrows
resonate with joy
for lifetime

Bless me
with a mirror
a mirror within
for lifetime

Not to admire
but face
the shortcomings
for lifetime


22 Dec 2015

Paid Poison

There lived a miser: not so nasty, not so good.
He had an about-to-break-anytime rocking chair at home. Having crossed more than 60 years of age its squeaks had become a daily headache for his wife. “It’s my father’s last memory. I can’t repair it any form, he’ll be hurt.”

Then there was the poison bottle post expiry date in house. His wife couldn’t bear this silliness.
“I have paid Rs.15 for it 12 years ago. At least I have to recover the full price!”

 “I’ll get the price recovered for you- too many rats in the house!” The miser was happy.

That night she emptied the entire poison bottle in the cookie dough.

“This tastes awesome. New recipe?”
“Yes” she said.
The miser lived long. He managed to recover the full price.


21 Dec 2015

Goodness Will Always Fail

“Why don’t you understand? These good people suffer more when you erect their massive idols and worship them.”
Saying this she went away. The worn out sandals rubbed against the new pavement a little harder.
It was the 3rd month she hadn’t received a salary. She was a primary school teacher in a small town. She wasn’t on strike.


20 Dec 2015

Air | a 15 second story

Chuff. The train moved after a 2 minute nap.

Sitting facing each other, their eyes spewed out boiling hatred. One thought he was a Hindu, the other thought he was a Muslim.

They were breathing each other’s air.


19 Dec 2015

The God He Found

With hurried strides Mohan was walking down the long winding mud road towards the river stream. The day light was getting dim. It was time for sunset.

Panting heavily after the hour long walk he felt his throat little parched. “But it doesn't matter now,” he said to himself.

Wiping away the tears as he strode few more steps, in a moment the world turned upside down with clouds of dust swirling over him, making it difficult to breathe as he tried getting up from the ground only to notice an upper tooth dangling in the cavity of his mouth sending the pain cracking his every nerve.

The small round shining black stone he had toppled over was clearly visible. Quickly bowing down he said, "Thank you God for giving me back my life." Tears didn’t allow him to see anything further.

It was that time of the year again, when the High School exam results are out. Many find their dream careers and a few end their mortal existence.
Mohan had found his God.


17 Dec 2015

12 O'clock | an 8 second Story

Seeing only a rupee drop in the bowl, the fire in her stomach seemed more scorching.
The sun didn't seem to care.

16 Dec 2015

The League of Most Ordinary (Wo)Men

Poet or writer or novelist or author, call her/him anything you like. They belong to the same league: The League of Most Ordinary (Wo)Men.

Ordinary? Ah! You thought they were the elite ones, right? Something like this?
Somewhere deep in a silent palace, untouched by any other human habitation, dressed in tuxedo, writing on an expensive rosewood or mahogany table under a beautiful night lamp, with a glass of the most expensive wine placed beside or with an occasional puff and violinists playing Mozart’s 9th Symphony of Mozart in the background. (He has composed a 9th one, right?)
And then there would be the most beautiful damsels waiting to serve them. Occasionally being awarded Poet Laureates, sitting among the knights and reading out their works to the royal family <oops! royal family should have been in all CAPS>

The fact is poets/writers/novelists/authors are nothing but the most ordinary of the mortals. They notice and express what others try to forget/pretend to forget having seen – joys and suffering alike.

Sometimes in the middle of the night they wake up, hearing curses of their sleeping wife/husband/child/dog/cat, not being able to postpone expressing their joy and anguish while others try to find enjoyment in daily soaps and movies from one of the WOODs (read holly, bolly, tolly, kolly... as per your preference. No discrimination. Complete tolerance).

They observe the most mundane and ordinary of the acts knowing that even these can contain a spark of inspiration.

Some of them find it difficult to earn the daily bread, while the smart ones earn the Laureates, Pulitzers and Sahitya Akademis.

At the end of day,
they still stay the same,
coming from the The League
of Most Ordinary (Wo)Men.


15 Dec 2015

What next? 10 Seconds to Nothing

What next?

This is the question which haunts us when we finally achieve what we set out to achieve. It maybe landing a job with good pay package, finding someone special(ahem ahem!), or being able to catch the local train at the right time, which you could never in the last 10 years, and being able to find a seat to sit.

The question meets us all the time: What next?
Remove the What. Remove the next.

It's only now. 10 secs. Time's up.


12 Dec 2015

Yesterday I Was 'There' | A Tale of Seduction

The vacant lanes
lit yellow
those seducing looks
of unquenched beings
as if wanting you
to embrace them
at least for the night
when you are alone

Yesterday, I was 'there'
where 'decent' folks
never dare wander

Not having met her
for years
I wondered
whether my touch
she'll still remember

There, in the corner
she lay
with loose skin
but feeling 16
sweet emotions
present in her eyes
How does age matter
when expressing love?

I still remember
she was always taken
before I could
by someone
who envied
us being together

But today
without a moment's halt
she fell into my arms
taking me
in the moments of bliss
we couldn’t create before

She was the autobiography
of my favourite writer
I, her reader
yesterday, I was ‘there’
at the book exhibition.

The Last Poem - a novel by Rabindranath Tagore

Excerpt: "The protagonist, Amit Ray, is a barrister educated at Oxford. He travels in order to escape the drudgery of his middle-class existence, and gets keenly involved in poetry and passion with the enigmatic and elegant Lavanya. Both of them discover their strengths, their flaws, their ambitions, and their follies in this unconditional love story, as they grow more and more intimate with each other."
Buy your copy


11 Dec 2015

An Ode to the Monk

Untouched by opinions
fearless and poised 
on Kanyakumari's blazing rocks
in burning sand and among roaring waves
he strode in his own company
and not for a moment stopped 

The sun
who woke up India
from deep slumber

The monk
who has a single vision
"Glory to his mother land, 
Glory to the world"

picture courtesy: www.ramakrishnavivekananda.info


10 Dec 2015

Make Relations Beautiful

Utter the word "Relation" and in a moment we think about our boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse/cat/dog (No! This doesn't mean a boyfriend and girlfriend after becoming spouses fight like cats and dogs. The order of the sequence is immaterial :P).

We build relations with everyone around - the chai wala (tea seller), travel partner in public transport or the child with no teeth smiling back at us for no reason.

So what's the Raaz(secret) to beautiful relations?
Making relations beautiful depends on talking to each other more than talking about each other.

PS: I'm not a 'Relationship Guru'.


9 Dec 2015

A Crime Story: The Writer's Better Half

She was sitting in a mixed air of fear and excitement, anxious to hear the judgment.

He looked at her with witty eyes, the glasses resting a little lower on the nose, forcing you to re-think the purpose of wearing it.

"Yes, I am guilty, Sir," she pleaded.

Untouched by the sudden burst of emotions he coldly passed the judgment, "You have been sentenced to come to the nearby book store, and later on drop me at the library, undisturbed for 3 hours."

Her crime: She hadn't allowed him to read/write a single word during their 10 day holiday in Ooty, India. He was a writer.


8 Dec 2015

The Real Challenge | Quote of the Day

The challenge is not in knowing where you want to reach, but knowing, realising and accepting where you are NOW  #QOTD


Complementary Words: Creating a Word Bank

Whether you are a blogger/writer/banker/programmer/president of the nation, the situation doesn't discriminate. There's always a time when we have the "It's-on-the-tip-of-my-tongue-but" moment. You know it but just can't get the perfect word at the right moment!

We build a special relation with every word. Seeing & hearing a word throws forth another word in our memory. For example, nation: pride, pink: babies, disgust: garbage and so on.

Let's call the second word a "complementary word". These complementary words can vary for all one of us.

Try this
Here are 3 words along with their complementary words that resonate in me.
Nature: Love
Truth: Child
Honest: Women

What complementary words do they mean to you? Make a mental note or share in a comment below. Or maybe you can add 3 more words of your choice in a comment with their complementary words.

Using this you can create your own word bank (online or offline) and use it to refer anytime you fall into the "It's-on-the-tip-of-my-tongue-but" moment.

You can try tools like mindmup.com to create and share your word banks. With it you can collaborate, save it in different formats, export your word banks, and publish them online along with lot of other features.

So what are your complementary words for Nature, Truth and Honest?


7 Dec 2015

Download for Free | Social Pay for #ISupportNAAM

Dear Reader,

Thank you for being a part of #ISupportNAAM! (What is #ISupportNAAM? read it here)
(as on 06-12-15 10:42pm IST)

I'm grateful for all the likes, shares, your feedback and monetary contribution. It would be great if we further spread the word about NAAM's work faster. Now let's spread the word through Social Pay by downloading #ISupportNAAM for free!

Click on the #ISupportNAAM button below
Enter your details on the payment gateway
Share or tweet about #ISupportNAAM
Download #ISupportNAAM package for free

The monetary contribution received has been transferred to NAAM's bank account (see images below).

You can send your monetary contributions to NAAM through (NEFT or Cash Transfer) here are the bank account details.

NAAM Foundation | Bank Account Details
Bank: State Bank of India
Branch Name: Bund Garden
Account Number: 35226127148
IFSC Code No: SBIN0006319
Swift Code No: SBININBB238
(Source: http://www.naammh.org/)

Let's make it happen for NAAM.

6 Dec 2015

I Desired

I desired good looks
to be looked at and adored

I desired vanity 
for the spotlight of fame

I desired information
for them to call me smart

I desired knowledge
to be recognised as wise

I desired humbleness
and became human again


(Moment captured: May 2011. 

My native place: Achra/Sindhudurg/Maharashtra)

5 Dec 2015

His daughter

He didn't marry her because her father went broke.

Less rains, sudden rains, increasing debts, resulting poor health and family conflicts.

Here's what she wrote to him. After all she was the daughter of a man with unbound love in his heart. Her father was a farmer.

Poem: Love Them

When people you love
hate you
love them

They may avoid
go away
say "it's over"

Don't let opinions
colour your voice
they are but a myth

With love it began
with love it must complete
love them

I have nothing more to say.


4 Dec 2015

The Bond with Mother Earth | धरतीशी जडले नाते

(Picture captured: Malvan, Sindhudurg, May 2011)

धरतीशी जडले नाते
तरीही उमजे ना काही
बघता मृत हे अंकुर
शहारली मज आई

Bonded with mother earth
Still unable to grasp
Seeing the dead plant shoots
Shivers my mother
- heramb

Here अंकुर/Plant shoots is a symbol for 1300+ farmers who have committed suicide.

Have you been a part of #ISupportNAAM?

Don't forget to:
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBgYs0LUDH8

Read & Participate: http://bit.ly/1O5qGVS

आपल्या एक मित्रा/मैत्रिणी बरोबर नक्की शेअर करा!

महाराष्ट्रात,१३००+ शेतकऱ्यांनी जानेवारी-जून २०१५ या दरम्यान आत्महत्या केल्यात.

हीच वेळ आहे परिस्थिती बदलण्याची.
पहा:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBgYs0LUDH8

भाग घ्या:  http://bit.ly/1O5qGVS

डाऊनलोड करा:
कविता- "The Day I was Slapped" Background score by Sergey Cheremisinov, Music Composer (Russia)


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3 Dec 2015

My first poem worth INR 11 Lakh Rupees Only

This happened in India.

One day, when an 8 year old school boy talked about his dream of becoming a farmer.

Poem: The Day I Was Slapped

My age is 8
and I love football
Messi is my hero
but that day changed it all

Doing my homework
trying to finish a math sum
of division and multiplication
pretending it to be fun

It was when Papa asked
what do you want to be
a doctor, an engineer
or a programmer maybe?

I thought for some time
and then came the answer
in a moment I said
a farmer! a farmer!

He got up from the chair
and rushed towards me
furious like never before
he slapped me three

Then he started sobbing
as I couldn't stop but cry
caressing my red cheeks
I still don't know why
- Heramb

I bow down to you with utmost gratitude for sparing your time to read this.


All of us survive and thrive fundamentally on food and farmers are the chief architects of it all! But what happens when they feel like ending their lives? What about their dependent families especially when the farmer has kids not even a few months old?

"Maharashtra sees 1,300 suicides by farmers in only 6 months this year" 
- The Times of India (July 20, 2015)

“In Marathwada region of Maharashtra, 660 farmers have committed suicide till September 9, 2015.” - India Today (September 9, 2015)

“Maharashtra: Number of farmer suicides in Marathwada crosses 800 mark.”  
- The Indian Express (October 18, 2015)

Rather than playing the blame game as to who is responsible for the situation, it is time something concrete is done for our farmers. While I was struggling to think what I could personally do on a large scale, along with monetary contribution, this poem happened after nearly 3 months. 

NAAM Foundation is one such initiative which is doing such incredible work as you are reading this post.

"NAAM Foundation is a Non government organization started by Indian movie actors Nana Patekar and Makarand Anaspure.

Nana Patekar and Makarand Anaspure started with helping the families of farmers who had committed suicide in September 2015. This help was at a personal level. Initially, around 230 families from the villages in the districts of Nanded, Parbhani, Hingoli were helped. The help package included a check of INR 15,000/- blankets, clothes and medical kit. 

Donations poured in to the foundation immediately after inauguration. The foundation collected INR 80 lacs on day 1. The foundation collected over INR 6.5 crores within 2 weeks.

In addition to the monetary help, the foundation is working on planting 1 crore trees, training and guidance to the farmers, farming centers, employment centers etc."
Source: Wikipedia

What can we do?

We can start with sharing this post with at least 1 person.

Share it with at least one of your friends, talk to your family members about or may be your colleagues. I am confident that we are sensitive enough to not just make Roasts and Most Funny videos viral.

If you can monetarily contribute, start with as small as 10 Rupees. But, what can such a small amount do? It can work wonders. Let’s take the case of one popular social media: Facebook.

“As of November 2015, Facebook has 1.55 billion monthly active users globally and 112 million users in India.” Even if 0.1% of the 112 million Indian Facebook users contribute 10 Rupees each the total amount that we can collect will be 11,20,000 or Eleven Lakh Twenty Thousand Only.

I don’t know whether my poem is worth even a single Rupee, but you can help me make it worth INR 1120000+ for NAAM!

Let’s do it!

1Person: 1 Share + 10 Rupees for NAAM

1 Share: Share this post with at least 1 Person. (I have shared this with you, my family members and friends.)

10 Rupees: Click on the I Support NAAM link below to download the “I Support NAAM” package which contains: 
  • E-poem(.pdf)
  • Audio Poem (.mp3) with background score by Sergey Cheremisinov, Music Composer (Russia)
  • ISupportNaam Facebook and Twitter cover pages
Enter the amount as 10 Rupees (It's free now. Read it Download for Free | Social Pay for #ISupportNAAMor more. 
Note: Instamojo, the payment gateway, charges 1.9% for every transaction as the processing fee and 5% Service Charge (for e.g. INR 9.31 will be transferred to NAAM for every 10 Rupees you contribute). 

(Done my bit: NEFT payment to NAAM)

And then...
The total amount collected through these downloads will be posted everyday on the Facebook page of Insight Stories(facebook.com/insightstories) and on the blog Insight Stories (insightstories.in) and Twitter Profile (@insightstories) through the I Support NAAM counter. You will also receive the updates in your mail Inbox once you download the “I Support NAAM” package

I Support NAAM Counter

                                                 (Updated as on 06-12-2015, 22:40pm IST)

At the end of each month starting from Thursday, 31th Dec 2015, the amount collected through these downloads will be transferred to NAAM's bank account (using NEFT) and the transaction slip & donation e-receipt from NAAM will be shared on the blog and social media. 

Let’s harness the power of togetherness, for our farmers!

(Click to download ISupportNAAM package)

I would also love to hear from you! Write to me at connectinsight@gmail.com or Tweet @insightstories. Don’t forget the hashtag #ISupportNAAM

Declaration: I am in no way affiliated or employed by NAAM or have any other professional relation with them. This is completely a voluntary Non profit individual initiative.

If you would like to personally contribute to NAAM (through NEFT or Cash Transfer) here are the bank account details.
NAAM Foundation: Bank: State Bank of India
Branch Name: Bund Garden
Account Number: 35226127148
IFSC Code No: SBIN0006319
Swift Code No: SBININBB238
(Source: http://www.naammh.org/)

Did you miss out the ISupportNAAM video with background score by Sergey Cheremisinov, Music Composer (Russia)? 

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