MANGO, THE KING OF FRUITS & HAFOOS/ALPHANSO  IS THE EMPEROR.

Sweet as sugar,  luscious, with a mouth watering taste n flavour; are insufficient words, to a Mango describe;

Sometimes tangy, sometimes sour, but when ripe, often sweet as sugar; can't describe a Mango aptly, this scribe.

As kids, we were often, this offered, as a reward/award or you may say, a lucrative bribe.

Summers scare most of us in the tropics; but jackfruit and mangoes lure us beyond this unbearable heat;

With "Aam panna, Baflo, lassi, chhash, nimbu-pani,"  one can somewhat, the summer heat beat.

If we have many many more Mango trees, an "Aambawadi", is actually a wonderful, a truly good retreat.

So let's not just enjoy the fruit, let's also plant its seed.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THIS SUMMER... JUST NOW...

1)) The summer is now really really hot.
The Sun is burning our Earth.
Can we please please please reuse water from our RO s and AC s to give water to the thirsty birds, animals and water our plants.
All this takes just a few minutes. Let's bring some mirth.

2)) Please have some plants that give out oxygen at night, in your bedrooms.
ACs are on and the oxygen level drops; plants like snake plant, spider plant etc give out oxygen; doing this is really, our efforts worth.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM BAHADUR

Sam, extremely "Bahadur" you were, undoubtedly, a very brave  n courageous one.

You indeed were, one of India's bravest, boldest, most patriotic, extraordinarily outstanding son.

Witty you were, in spite of responsibilities huge; I believe, to be with you was great fun !

Sam, a "Zarthosti" true, to the core you were; yet you hesitated never, to hold a gun.

Mother India and we Parsis were in indeed lucky to have such a legendary son.

Happy Heavenly Birthday Sam

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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TAKU THE LOVING DAKU


This cute little Daku, our Taku, is shiny, jet black, slim, lithe and swift too

If she wants to cuddle, hug and shower her love, seriously, God help you!

And if annoyed or irritated, we may have to warn the guy, "run, run, God save you "

Shoes, chappals, my colours, paint brushes etc. when destroyed, I often rue;

Besides her mischief, this little Daku, very sensitive is; even tries to talk to you.

Her love extremely genuine is, n is straight from the heart, warm n true.

God bless you n Brandana, you are both our darlings, we love, both of you.

Ma

In a desert, and in the desert of our mind, please plant a tree or a shrub; but never cacti.

SEPTUAGENARIAN

Seems just the other day,  I was seven, hopping, skipping, jumping; it was so exciting!

Fervently doing I was, my kasti, soon after my Navjot, my Avesta prayers religiously reciting

Also, remember I,  climbing trees, and without washing fruits, directly into them, biting

When and how the burdens of a mundane life gradually took over me, actually remember I do not;

In duties and responsibilities, one slowly gets entangled, like a spider in his own web is caught!

Teenage to youth, adulthood, parenthood,   then grandparents, n now of course what age has brought on

I have just turned into a septuagenaian; quickly changed, have things, as time slipped off, years have gone ;

It was a beautiful dawn,  bright n shining; but, I now see dusk, the shadows, night slowly but certainly coming on.

Lord kind,  let me grow old gracefully,  accepting the change that comes gradually

Help me  bear the oncoming aches and pains; and the body organs slowing down eventually

To almost any and every septuagenaian, this is bound to happen. Come it is going to,  perpetually.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

🌈🌈🌈 आजा, होली आइ

भाए पिया मोहे बहुत सारे होली के रंग; इंद्रधनुष के, जैसे नीले, पीले, केसरी और लाल

पर भाए अधिक मोहे हरा और लाल, और उससे ज्यादा, सबसे प्यारा लगे मोहे गुलाल

चुनरिया अब मोरी कोरी है, तू रंगबे रंगी रंगो से भर दे उसे; रंग दे उसे लाल

कान्हा होली खेलने आ भी जा, इतना न तरसा मोहे; असवन से भर गए हैं मोरे गोरे गोरे गाल।

मीरा तरसे, राधिका तड़पे, गोपियों की अखियों से जल बरसे; मोहन, बुरा है हमरा हाल ।

तुझ बीन वृंदावन सूना, तेरे चरण  स्पर्श करने के लिए जमुना का नीर अधीर, बुला रही है तुझे अनार, और कदमकी की हर
डाल

जो इस साल भी आ सके न तू, तो किसिके हाथ चुटकी भर रंग भिजवाना, हे घनश्याम, हओ मेरे गोपाल।

Armin Dutia Motashaw