Inhumane Humans

Another girl is swallowed by the demons at the age of just eight!

News, Twitter, Media everyone is filled with rage

Words of anger and outcry for justice tweeted…re-tweeted

This will go on for some days…then what next?

Then again everything will be normal, nothing will change

Shame I feel to be called ‘human’; Co-existing with cold blooded predators

Human feeding on human; killing the humanity day by day

Me too a mute spectator to this brutality; guilty, liable, helpless

This News shall pass till another heinous act

We all are in waiting to be turned into cold blooded predators

Human race would end with no trace of existence left

Maybe then humanity will grow again

And then I will be proud to be called a ‘human’.


© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].









Three Red Roses

Three blood red roses bloomed

I saw them through the window

One gone when I tried to have another glimpse

By the evening there was only one smiling

I prayed to see it again in the morning

To my happiness it has survived the night

But as the sun went up no rose in the sight

Nor the wind or the sun stole them

It were humans who love beautiful things

And plucked them in admiration!

“It really breaks my heart whenever I see people plucking flowers. How I wish if they could have seen a few more sunrises or maybe smiled for a few more hours!”

© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].


People in the mall, people on the road

You meet them, greet them, hate them, love them

In the bus, on the plane, office or the park

Every tiny piece of Earth full of faces

But have you seen their soul?

They guard their soul with a mask

Mask tightly glued, without any clue of soul

Many masks for different people, different occasions

Sad souls wear happy masks

Jealous disguise in a friendly mask

Poor in riches and evil in angels

Fragile and weak appear strong

All are safe-guarding the real soul

As if they are petrified to reveal their actual self

I wonder how they breathe, choking the soul

And gradually the soul dies behind the mask

An anonymous life we all live with no identity; just the mask

People everywhere without the real face

Just the masks to see hanging firmly on the soul…….

Imagine one day the soul revolts

With all the force, pulls the mask off

Ending all the anguish and show itself out

A true person living with a real face

How beautiful the soul is without the mask!

© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].

A Letter to the Teacher

Date: Today

Subject: Please don’t burden my child with your expectations

Respected Teacher/ School

I feel humble and obliged whenever you appreciate my daughter for her academic achievements (purely based on marks). Recently she has taken her board exams (12th grade final exams). For many parents and students it’s the time to feel relaxed and stress-free as the exams are over but not for us. My daughter is still having sleepless nights, anxiety plunges and often feels paranoid about the result (again the marks).

So far, in most of the PTMs, we have been told that she has the caliber to come first in the class (on the bases of marks most of the times she stood 3rd or 2nd in her class). And in her pre-boards finally she fulfilled your expectations and came 1st!

My daughter has been told that she has to score 100 percent marks in most of the subjects as she is capable. (Every year you bet on couple of students to score 100 percent in their boards)

My daughter was constantly under pressure to live up to your expectations! As a mother I have seen her putting every single effort into the studies to score your expected 100 percent! I have seen her going into a downhearted state after each exam where she was scared of losing 4-5 marks. Exam after exam I had seen her trembling with the thought – what if I could not achieve a perfect score! And it reached the crescendo in the last exam – and she left one question unattended although she knew the answer.

What if my mother wasn’t there to accompany her home from the examination center that day?

She was sobbing profoundly; in deep sorrow and devastated. No parent would like to see their child in so much distress and trauma, it was indeed heart wrenching.

I’m sorry to say but please stop putting your highly ambitious expectations on my child. Your track record is not my child’s liability. If you want to flaunt the number of 100 percent achievers taught by you then please spare my child; don’t count on her for your own trophies. Stop telling her that she is one of the brightest children and she should get nothing less than perfect score. Please stop motivating her to be first or to be the highest scorer. Don’t suffocate my child with the pressure to continuously score the highest marks.

It would be really appreciable if you had told her to give her best shot or to put in her honest effort and achieve her best! It would be truly motivating if you had told her to be satisfied and proud of her achievements irrespective of her rank in the class.

Grades or marks will not decide my child’s worth. I condemn the system where marks are the criteria of a child’s capabilities. I strongly disagree that only high marks are going to ensure a bright future for her. I refuse to put my child in the race to come first; she needs not to defeat someone else to realize her self-worth.

I would be proud of my child even if she scores a little less than your expectations but dares to live her life as she wants with all the empathy and self-esteem.

Thanking you
A mother

© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].

Filter coffee

Our trip to Banglore and Ooty last winters was one of the best excursions we had. Although Ooty is famous for its tea and chocolates but it was there we had the best filter coffee. And ever since my husband has been pursuing me to buy ‘South Indian Filter Coffee Drip’ (A stainless steel equipment to make filter coffee).

After ordering it online I started watching YouTube videos to learn the process for the perfect brew. I was wondering how the process makes any difference; you just need milk, sugar and coffee powder or maybe some cream (If taste matters more than calories).

But definitely process makes a huge difference.

For filter coffee, coffee powder needs to stand for hours along with the boiling hot water on the tiny holes of the filter. And then drop by drop we get the concentrated, aromatic decoction of coffee! It’s a matter of patience and the filtration for that purest sip to give you an exuberant experience.

Filter: A process to remove impurities and unwanted material.

How often do you filter your thoughts? Have you filtered people around you? What about filtering your desires and expectations?

Most of us have become conscious about what we consume (eat and use). We check its brand, ingredients, process and expiry date. But we still need to become conscious about filtering the things that our soul needs to consume.

We keep on collecting unwanted emotions, fears and pessimism. We keep on tagging along toxic people. Over the times we accumulate endless desires and expectations. And all these unwanted things make our soul a junkyard; where it becomes difficult to find calmness, happiness and contentment.

Put a filter around your soul and don’t let anything seep in that is capable of contaminating your well-being. It’s not going to be an easy task; it needs lot of willpower and love for one’s self.

Start filtering people around you. Discard those from your life who are filled with negativity, hatred and apathy. Stay away from those who always try to pull your spirits down or have envious traits. Surround yourself with people who are full of positivity, generosity, inspiration and good humour. You don’t need a long list of ‘friends’, few good friends are enough to keep your soul healthy and to give a great taste to life.

Start filtering your desires and expectations. Have realistic and achievable expectations from others. Be self- content. Have goals in life rather than desires and acceptability for people instead of expectations.

Filter your emotions. Just keep those which provide a soothing effect to the soul. Be happy, laugh more and always have an optimistic outlook. It’s not going to eradicate problems from your life but provide you the courage to solve them.

Just put a filter of consciousness around yourself to detox and have a pure self. Enjoy every sip of life and along with it let the grin reach up to the eyes.

© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].

When the wrong number went right!

Yesterday my phone went crazy

I dialed for mommy

And it connected me to daddy!

“Hello! is everything fine!” an anxious voice on the other side

“Oooh, yes!” only this I fumbled

“How are you papa?” I mumbled

We chatted for a while and papa said, “Mommy will call you in some time”

There was some work to be discussed with a colleague

And I dialed again but it was someone else on the other hand

“Hhhhiiii! What a pleasant surprise dear, where have you been all these years!”

A friend, with whom I had lost the connection

My crazy phone connected us again in a random action!

“How’s the life buddy?” was all I could ask, did not know from where to start!

Little this, little that, a little conversation we had

I was really amused what craziest things my phone was doing

Very consciously the next number I dialed

I wanted to call a parent but I heard a child’s voice on the other side!

“Good evening Ma’am”, “please don’t tell my mother about the mischief”

“I promise not to trouble in the class, pleeeeasee! Just the last chance!”

My heart melted with his innocence, “Don’t worry, just enjoy!” I grinned and said “bye”

No more phone calls will be the best; I think my phone needs some rest!

So guys, what are you waiting for? Pick up the phone and make some unexpected calls!

Just like that- Bitten by the poetry bug, poet in me is waking up!


© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].


A Scribble…

While passing through the memories saved in ‘Pictures Folder’ on my laptop, I realized I have come a long way. Overwhelmed with emotions, my pen longed for a paper.

When I reflect on my life

I wonder how many words I have said

And many unsaid secrets I have kept!

Hundreds of people crossed by my side

Few walked together for some miles

And many just met to pass the message of life!

No account of tears I have shed

Same is true for all the smiles I had

I’m proud of all the emotions that I have lived

No regrets, even the heartbreaks failed to miff

I trusted, loved everyone I called ‘friend’

I hope they will last till the end!

Nothing came easy as I desired

But I had the courage to move through barbed wires

Never ever I left the hope

Belief in myself kept me sailing beyond the shore

I’m a happy heart, sometimes sad

Life is a journey someone said

It’s rarely been a straight lane

But then who is afraid of zigzag bends and a little pain!

It’s true that I want to make most of it

After all it’s not every day you get to live!





Keep driving…. Your destination is ahead

Every time we end up visiting a hill station during our vacations, wherever we go from Tamilnadu to Rajasthan, Maharastra to Madhya Pradesh, it’s always mountains calling, definitely some connection!

Few years back during the same time of the year we were deciding for the next destination to explore. I had already put down my conditions before shortlisting the options and that was- a place away from the crowds and surrounded by nature in its purest form!

After lot of scrutiny we zeroed in on ‘Chakrata’ a hill station (It has to be….some connection!) in Uttarakhand. This secluded hill station is different from the popular hill stations, away from the hustle and bustle in the lap of Himalayas dotted by huge coniferous forests.

Life is short so let’s go to the beach or maybe to the mountains! Bags packed, petrol checked, spirits high and we hit the road. 345 kms at the elevation of 2,118 meters and the 8 hours’ drive!

And finally after all the jerks and bumps crossing through the dusty smoky concrete jungles (We call them cities) we were in the lap of nature! We were welcomed with a refreshing cool breeze and picturesque ambience as if it was aware that our pollution sucked lungs and dusty sore eyes needed some comfort. Beauteous, tranquil and divine Chakarata! It is a known fact that there are millions of stars in the sky, but it was the Chakarata’s night sky that proved it to me. As if all those shining wonders were determined to make this night memorable for me.

There are not many options to choose from for the stay but we were lucky to get this homely cottage (I don’t like fancy and too luxurious stays as it kills the adventure). For our company there was a huge Bong group always bursting out with laughter and chats on a high pitch.

For my knowledge: Bengalis (in Kolkata) make contributions every month to spend on their annual trips and they prefer travelling in big groups. (Wow!)

Next day after plucking plums (a plum tree reaching to the terrace of the cottage) and savouring them along with the scrumptious breakfast, we decided to explore the place.

Kanasar was our destination of the day- 26 kms and again a bumpy ride for the nature’s wonder (as told by the locals).

And trust me it was a real bumpy ride! All five of us in the car (My mother in law, two kids, my husband behind the wheel and I) had the toughest ride till date. Rounded pebbles and stones, steep elevation and car slides few inches back as soon as you leave the clutch! Scary!

We had just covered two kms and I asked my husband to give up the idea and take a U-turn (which was again a dare devil task). But he was hopeful that it’s just a rough patch and road will be good ahead. All five pairs of eyes were glued on the road and I was continuously chanting Gayetri mantra.

7 kms so far and 19 kms still left- still chance to go back; but in vain, my husband was too curious to know what was next.

Two hours passed- driving at the speed of 20 km/h, eyes fixed on the road without blinking, no living being in sight, huge barren mountain at one side and a steep valley on the other and a long road (Can we call it a road!) of rounded stones (just one change- change in the colour of the stones).

Was it a lady coming down the path? Yes, I had spotted a human! Moment of euphoria! From the moving car I waved and shouted, “How far is Kanasar?” (what if she replied- there is no place called Kanasar or It’s not in this direction!) The woman answered- “just a little away, keep driving”. (A ray of hope!)

And we kept driving…

At last…. A spell-bounding, spectacular meadow surrounded with tallest Deodars known as Kanasar in sight!

It was surreal, heavenly and blissful! A flat land with beautiful flowers, soft grass protected by huge and ancient Deodar trees. (Each tree was had a panel strung across its trunk marking its age) Monkeys swinging, jumping and chattering. Divine sound of bells coming from the temple in the vicinity. Kanasar Temple is the center of faith and devotion for the locals.

We spent nearly two hours trying to fill all our senses with the enchanting nature and inflate our lungs with the purest of air. Gave a good bye hug to the Asia’s oldest and biggest Deodar tree measuring 6.5 mtrs in circumference.

Lesson learntDifficult paths often lead to beautiful meadows. Never give up; your destination is just a few steps away! Drive on in life with the belief that in the end all the jerks and bumps will pave way to a pristine paradise.