Poetry, Prose and Paintings by Treya

Pebbles on the Beach 




A Tale of Two Times
February 2018

Exams – tedious, boring, soporific – were dragging on. One drowsy afternoon, studying history, I suddenly noticed that everything had come to a standstill.
Not a sound to be heard. Nothing, in fact, but the sound of silence.

Or wait…could I hear something? A faint murmur – the rustling of leaves? No, voices. I started forward to investigate. It wasn’t coming from anywhere in the house. So, I stepped out. Intent on finding the source of those voices, I hardly noticed the change in my surroundings. Then, I saw a light twinkling in the distance.

Some fool must have left a switch on. A total waste of electricity. What the world was coming to…but, how was the light so bright?
After all, it was early afternoon, wasn’t it?

Another look around told me it was more like dusk. And where were all the buildings? Perhaps I had been blown away by a cyclone like Dorothy in the ‘Wizard of Oz’! It was getting curiouser and curiouser, as Alice would have said. Well, I might as well find out what was happening. I could hardly study in such dim light, I told my conscience.

As I drew closer, I saw a lamp burning in a courtyard.
I entered and stopped short. Ganesh was sitting in front of me! 

Who, you might ask, is Ganesh?
He’s not a friend of mine, though I would love to have him as one. No, this was the Lord Ganesh, sitting with a sage. Well! Not only had I travelled in space but in time as well. I listened carefully as the sage began speaking. It was not until I caught the word ‘Dhritarshtra’ that I understood what was going on. I had somehow landed up at the time when the Mahabharata was being dictated!

The sage of course was Vedvyasa. So excited was I that I nearly fell over. The leaves of a bush rustled, and for one terrible moment I thought that would make Vedvyas stop in his dictation, and the Mahabharata would be left unfinished!

Luckily it was Ganesh who stopped at the sound. I had no alternative but to step forward and introduce myself in faltering Sanskrit. Both of them looked bewildered. As luck would have it, I was wearing a shirt and shorts, which obviously puzzled them even more. I explained that I had come from Kalyuga. Their faces cleared up and they smiled pityingly. Then Vedvyasa said: “Ah the power of meditation is truly great.” I was about to protest that I had not been meditating, when I thought that perhaps the dwelling of my mind on silence constituted meditation.

A thought occurred to me. Feeling rather like a journalist, I took out my notebook and asked, “Did the Mahabharata really take place or is it just a figment of your imagination?” Vedvyasa looked at me sternly and I quaked inwardly. Then he smiled, “I can introduce you to someone who can clear all your doubts, if you care to meet him?”

I eagerly agreed. He went into a hut. And the next thing I knew, Krishna was standing in front of me!
I touched his feet and he blessed me.

Then Vedvyasa told him of my doubts. Krishna smiled and waved his hand, and I suddenly saw all sorts of scenes flash in front of me. A king, then five boys, and what seemed like a hundred others. Was I really going through a time-warp or was I watching a movie? The last scene was so horrific I had to close my eyes. Feeling dizzy, I looked at Krishna. He said sadly “The way things are going in Kalyug, its end will be like the Mahabharata or even worse.” Vedvyasa crinkling his nose, said, “It must be a dreadful place. Wouldn’t you rather stay here?’

I looked around. If I hadn’t been born and brought up in modern times, I would have willingly stayed back. But I would be totally out of place here. And I had to help clear the mess and perhaps prevent another Mahabharata. I slowly shook my head and asked to go back if it was possible. Krishna said, “Close your eyes.” I nodded, but before I did so, I asked Ganesh if I could have one of the leaves he was using. He took one up, made a small mark at its end and gave it to me. I opened my eyes and found myself in front of my history book. Slowly, the light brightened. It was afternoon again, and I was sitting at my desk – on which reposed a leaf.

One more thing - I passed the exam with flying colours which, I believe, must have been due to the blessings I got. But I leave you to decide what really happened…
   

Shakespeare in Spring
April 2017

Treya: Don't you think Shakespeare's over-rated?
Me: Well, you've only read him in an abridged form, so you can't really judge. His language is quite stirring...
Treya: Humph! Stirring language! He lisps!

Me: Lisps??!

Treya: Imagine writing 'hath'! 



The Three Little Pigs....
is now 
The Friendly Wolf









The Perils of Philosophy in Science
August 2015


Treya (sprawled on the carpet, studying for a Science Test): Mama, ask me some questions from the second chapter - I've read the chapter and the classwork in the notebook.

Anisha: OK. What is the difference between matter and non-matter? Give examples of both.

Treya: All matter has mass, all matter occupies space.

Anisha: Right. And non-matter?

Treya: Does not have mass and does not occupy space. 

Anisha: Examples?

Treya: Book, table - matter. Thoughts and feelings, non-matter. 
           But Mama - thoughts also occupy space!

Anisha (stumped, for the moment): Yes, well that's right in a way. I suppose they occupy space in our mind, and we can't see them, so we say they don't.

Treya: And feelings also occupy space!

Anisha: Yes, lots of space. Err, shall we go on to the next question?



Houses and cities - matchbox, pastrybox, et all!





The Adventures of 
a Cat





Continuing Conversations with Treya: February 2014




On Way to the Park

(As we walk past a lady, a gentleman and a black dog outside a gate)
Treya, swiveling around (as she thinks) tactfully, "what sort of dog is that"?
Me: (more tactfully, avoiding turning back to stare at the trio)" I don’t know; I didn't really notice."
T: "Do you like poodles?"
A: "Umm, not much."
T: "Why"?
A: "I think, because they are often clipped and manicured out of their natural shape".
T: "What dogs do you like?"
A: "Terriers, I think. And Labradors. And beagles"
T: "I like puppies."


Dinner Time:

Snehanshu: "Treya, do you have any children in your school who are like Charlie Brown?"
Treya: "You mean, round faced?"
Anisha: "He is round headed."
S: "No, I meant, in character."
T:??
A: "You know, disposition, behaviour…"
T: "Oh, you mean nave."
A: "Its pronounced naa-eve."
T: "Hmm. What does it mean, anyway?"
A: "Someone who is gullible."
T: ?
A: "Who easily believes what others say."
T: "Yes, and travels."
S: ???
A: "No, That’s Gulliver! That's a name. Gullible is not a name, its a quality of one's nature.
Hang on though...Gullible’s Travels...that's a thought."



A Garden Mystery

The Garden Mystery - in Verse, for the better!
By Treya, at 9 years


At 3 years, on the steps of 83 Araghar, Dehra Dun. Wondering?


I wonder
(at 8 years)


I wonder why
I want to fly.

Up I will go
And see you so low.
Can you row?

Do you like to play?
Or watch T.V. all day?

I wonder why
We can't see God?
I wonder if
I can jump over the rod.

I wonder why
I say goodbye!


Mrs. Storyteller (Treya, at 6 years and a bit)

"Hello! I am Mrs. Storyteller.  I tell lots of stories. Would you like to hear one? Ok, here it is."

This is a lonely jungle. It has many animals.
Onece a little bear came. It was 5 years old.

It loved to play.



One day a cunning wolf came. He wanted to eat the bear.

The mother bear looked for the bear. But she did not find him.

The next day a mammal saw him wondering in the forest and she took him back.

His mother was waiting for him. She said "there is some mud on your nose".

That is the end of this story.

Bye!


Sorting out the weather
August 2012


Me: Treya, come and look at the sky! Lovely clouds
Treya: (hurrying out): Oh yes! Nice clouds. These are Cumolobus.
Me: Cumolobus?
Treya: Yes, it means there will be a shower. What a pity there are’nt any Altocumbus!
Me: Altocumbus?
Treya: Yes, that means there will be a storm. Hmmm. No Siros either.
Me: Siros?
Treya: No? I meant Circus then. That means fair weather. Well, let’s go inside.



Which Witches
Poem by Treya and Anisha composed on 17.09.2011 
while walking in the evening

Which witches did you see?
Can you tell me?

I saw some in the dark.
I saw some in the park.

They were rather big.
One was wearing a wig.

They were eating some figs
And dancing some jigs.

Then they stood around in a ring
And started to sing.

It wasn't very nice.
So I sprinkled some spice.

They ran away like mice
And turned into ice.

Even if I am not there
And if only you dare

You can do the same
And make witches tame.

So next time you do
Be sure to take some spice with you.

And do tell me
Which witches did you see?






Treya-isms

Lunchtime Conversations in Summer



Treya: “This is your favourite mango isn’t it? What’s it called?”

I: “Safeda”.

Treya: “Hmm. I have no favourites. 

I mean I like all mangoes.”



I:  “Is that so. Wait till I serve you Tota-pari.”

Treya: “What’s that? Not nice?”

I: “Try it, after all you said you like all mangoes.”

Treya: Quickly shovelling pieces of Safeda in her mouth: “You’ll have to help to finish it if I don’t like it. Funny names mangoes have, no? Safeda, Dusshera, what else?

I: ”Dussheri, not Dusshera. Dusshera is a festival.”

Treya: “Ha, Ha. Oh yes.”

I: "There’s another one called Langda."

Treya:  ‘That’s the dance."

I: “Dance? What dance?”

Treya: "No? Oh sorry, that’s Bhangra."



More Lunchtime Conversations in Summer


I:  “Would you like some of these boiled peas?”

Treya: “Yes, a little.”
I: “A little more than the half spoon you’ve taken”?
Treya: “Hmm. After a while. They’re too hot”.
I: “They’re not. They’re room temperature“.
Treya: “That’s too hot.”






Continued Lunchtime Conversations in Summer

Treya: Nibbling on one slice of cucumber. "OK, now imagine this is a pizza and 3 adults and one baby have to share it. How many pieces will I have to cut it into?"
I: "How old is the baby?"
T: "6 months."
I: "


Three pieces." 






T: "Wrong! Three and a half – three for the adults, half for the baby."

I: "The baby can’t eat a cucumber."
T: "Why not? Milk teeth come out at 6 months."
I: "Yes, but only the incisors, you can’t chew with incisors."

T: "Oh, all right. There are four adults and two babies, so how many pieces will there have to be?"
I: "Four."
T: "Wrong! Four and two halves!"
I: "We just decided that babies can’t chew."
T: "They are 3 years and 6 years old."
I: "Then they are not babies!"
T: "They are younger than me so I call them babies."







5 comments:

  1. Sometimes simple, and sometimes profound!

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    1. My dear Treya , You have written a lovely poem.

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  2. I also wonder. How does Treya think so steep? so deep? or is it just us who want to obfuscate this lovely clean expression?! Treya, carry on, with all the wonder...

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  3. Lovely poems.Treya is following the footsteps of her talented parents!! I loved reading her poems and innocent and fantastic remaks on weather condition.

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  4. simple and sweet and yet pretty deep...!! may the wonder of the world and for this world always be with you!!!

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