LIFE-SKILLS SERIES👦🏽 | EVERYONE SHINES DIFFERENTLY

(For ages 7 – 10)

Babur came from school one day
With a thoughtful look he said
Dad, what would you do if you saw
A different kind of a kid?

Babur’s dad had his glasses on
The wise-owl ones with strings
He wore them to read the paper and also
When he talked of important things

He pushed his glasses up his nose
They were big and framed in black
He smiled, took a sip of tea
Come here son, let’s have a chat

Now tell me what you mean
When you say a different child?
Did he scribble on the walls
Did he run around all wild?

No, no Dad said Babur
He couldn’t stop laughing
We both know that most kids do
Those naughty-fun things

This kid was in a wheelchair
And he couldn’t move his legs at all
In the break, he sat alone
While the rest of us played ball

I wanted to go and talk to him
But I didn’t know what to say
So I played the game, then had my lunch
From him, we all stayed away

Darling son, everyone is born different
Some of those differences we can’t see
Others are more visible but they need not
Make one ill at ease

There are people everywhere
Who live with a disability
Some with one, some with more
Real heroes in our society

When you see someone who looks
Different from what you are used to
Use the golden rule - Treat them
As you would, they treat you


That just means showing empathy
Putting yourself in their shoes
Then thinking of how you would want others
To see and talk to you

Kindness and openness are both
Important attributes
And another rule of thumb my dear
Is to just in fact be YOU!

A boy may speak a little slow
Or need some time before he goes
Be patient, wait and he will share
His thoughts and you will know

A girl might flap her hands with glee
It helps her feel just right
She dances like a bumblebee
A joyful, buzzing sight

Some kids don’t like a crowded space
It makes them feel unsure
A gentle smile, a friendly face
Can help them feel secure

We all like games and fun and play
But some might join in late
If someone plays a different way
Just let them find their pace

In every mind a garden grows
With thoughts like seeds that bloom
Just give them time and you will see
Their ideas fill the room

So if you feel like saying hello
To the new boy in your school
Just go up to him and introduce yourself
That’s another golden rule

Don’t lean on his chair or talk from above
Try to put yourself at his eye level
These are little graces to make
The other person feel comfortable

Babur and his dad had that chat
Over a month ago
Babur and Adam are now friends
Adam is an ace at Lego!

The boys have their lunches together
They’ve even been to the seaside
There they won the Best Sand Castle award
Adam and Babur both glowed with pride

The beauty of our wonderful world
Lies in its people, 8 billion of them
Each one different, each one unique
Each one a potential friend

Wheelchairs and white canes, crutches and hearing aids
They are all just helpful means
The people who use them are full of life
Just like you and me

Don’t be afraid of differences on the outside
Go kindly into the world
People are like jewels, precious and bright
Some are like silver, others like gold.

VERSE | THE PRECARIOUSNESS OF SAFE SPACES

I sit here, open my laptop 
Look out at the sea
From the terrace of an iconic hotel
My work venue as a freelancer, a digital nomad
I write, what does that make me?
The titles meander endlessly
Senselessly

This little bit of serenity
This deliberate grasping of nature’s stillness
Has become a habit now
Preserving my sanity
My emotional equilibrium if you will
Before I dive into my world of responsibilities
And regulations that keep changing
Anew with ever more creative indignities

It’s time to reapply for the visa
The one bestowing a residency - some permanency
Is still ephemeral, a dream
So I keep doing my tawaf
Perambulating around the aspiration
Denied to me
Meanwhile I look for other little oft-trodden paths
Like visit visas that are stark
And tie and bind me into a cell
Purgatorial, ‘twixt heaven and hell

I can’t put down roots
I cant roam free
That is for the other folks
The ones with passports
Thin as wafers, pristine
Devoid of stamps and seals
That pull you into parentheses
An afterthought, you’re one of the horde
Picked out from discord, erratically
For a while allowed to be
A part of regular humanity
That throngs its shores
In NY caps and Bermuda shorts
Dollars and dollars
Lining their seams
Blissful, unaware of what runs in the veins
Of those who smile and smile and gleam
Who enthrall and beguile
For a while before going back
To the crumbling shacks
That once were homes
Pulverized by landslides and floods
Now pulled together by mud and stones

How do I know?
Because behind the smile I’ve seen the pain
Heavy and sodden like monsoon rain
Of the tuktuk drivers, the servers, the valets
Whose three-wheelers bear me week after week - ceaselessly
Whose lattes I sip while they look out at the sea - pensively
Who stand there smiling, ready to greet - endlessly
Their eyes have welled
With tears, with fears; so have mine
I know, I know and I understand
Pariahs all of us in this land
That is meant to be our home
That has since become a tomb.

Image: Julia Cameron 

VERSE | FOR WHAT IT’S (W)EARTH

Some say our earth is splitting in two
Shifting off its axis in directions anew
Parallel worlds, a rift at the core
One is wrought with strife and war
Contentions and conflicts and hate galore
This land is mine!
They thunder and roar
I was here 3000 years before!

Decrees keep pelting like acid rain
From the sacramental mouths of men
Sitting in legislative dominion
Your bodies, our choice say all those
Born in the spitting image of god
The owners, the stoners, the masters, the lords

The other earth … well that is a mystery
Wrapped in illusions, visions and dreams
Aspirations so secret
They lie buried beneath
Lungsful of air
Every stalwart heartbeat
Where Biology is a factual thing
Not contorted into statutes and bills
Where connections are made
Forged by the soul
Where language and lore
And race and skin
Are just rainbows that arch
Over our beautiful earth

They say the split is cleaving in two
Our world of bloodied green and blue
I want to be with the ephemeral lot
The one that’s poetic, as yet unbegot
Even if that means that I will cease
To have and to hold, to breathe and to be
At least I’ll be done with our broken world
Be a star in the sky
An autumn-blown leaf
And that dear friend is all that I want
When I introspect
When I really delve deep.
Image: Vincent Van Gogh

VERSE | A PRAYER

I hope, I hope 
That you find
Your version of paradise
With babbling milky streams
Sweetened with honey
Dripping from trees
There are no bees
(They sting you see)
In a vaulted other world
May it be your vision unfurled

But I have this feeling
Visceral, profound
This tug of awareness
In my gut
That the body so righteous
And ritual bound
Has lost touch
With the heart and the spine
They lie dormant intertwined
In the periphery
Of the small intestine

But that’s just me
I’m not saintly
Not a bit, no not a whit
But I have learnt to be a friend
I now know how to sit
With what lies deep within
My spine, my gut and my heart
That trio beating a path
Clear and bright
That despite
Myopic eyes
I can see and I can ply
So I can make this very life
My living, breathing paradise

And so I hope that you too
At some blessed point
Find your heaven as it awaits
With its resplendent pearly gates
I hope that you
Can grasp that thread
That quickening, vital line
That dangles down
Into mosques and synagogues
And altars divine
Leading you to paradise.
Image: DTG

VERSE | THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE AIR

There’s something in the air 
In the way it moves around
The living and the dead
It carries a new sound
Alien and profound
It bleeds in and it seeps
Reaching further than skin deep

There’s something in the breeze
It has much to say
In mystifying whispers
The strange leaning of the trees
In the writhing of the leaves
Detaching from their seams
By off-season guillotines
Shimmer-sharpened by the breeze
It moans against the skin
In tongues we now don’t speak
In tormented suffering
But all that we can see
Is the stirring of the blades
In their darkened canopies

There’s something in the air
A blinding glitter everywhere
But the motes of light are still
While a cosmic storm prepares
A million miles away
Thickening, darkening
Marking time until
It comes crashing, smashing in
Sweeping us all in
Its alpha and omega waves
In beginnings and endings
And lips everywhere
Will be spilling the same prayers
As with our souls bared
We fuse, we unify
With something new in the air.
Image: DB Waterman

VERSE | PHILOSO-FARCE LAND

I’m sitting here feeling bright 
Home with the family
Conversation is easy and light
And then on comes the telly

I try to talk over its
Loud and aggressive tone
Political talk shows cutting
Razor-slicing through the calm

I want to look away
From this soulless carnival
But the addiction to this madness
Is deep-rooted, farcical

Dante would have short-fused
A few neurons, chomped some grass
To see the Inferno he’d imagined
Come so brutally to pass

Sartre would have grinned
In self righteous satisfaction
Hell really was other people
And their insidious interactions

Nietzsche would have conclusively
Summarily declared
That we’ve given up on heaven
And created hell instead

Turning in his class-conflicted
Grave would be Karl Marx
Seeing history do its rewind
As tragedy and then as farce

Freud would have slyly winked
And then chortled cheekily
To watch our IDs and EGOs
Play out their crazy fantasies

The philosophers and sages
Of times gone by, days of old
Are seeing the fruition of
Their theories, mad and bold

So now I’m sitting here feeling
Like the world has dropped upon
My shoulders, pulverising me
Mind and body, heart and soul.

VERSE | RECLAIMING OUR HUMANITY

KINDNESS, it’s such a simple thing
And yet we speak of it like it was the benevolence of kings
DIGNITY, such a basic quality
And yet we are in awe of it like it was the Pope’s homily
COURAGE, that gritty stuff of warriors!
We speak of it like it was an unmasterable barrier
HONESTY, its whiteness, and its shades of grey
Always so elusive, like catching the sun’s rays
Being SELF-AWARE, that dialogue with one’s core
Only Maharishis* can ever open up that door

Depleting self-suggestion tells us
How unconquerable are the odds
Of mastering these exalted traits;
This stuff of Allamahs* and gods.
Look within yourself and tell me
That you don’t see the shimmer
Of all these “divine” elements
Some bright, some a little dimmer

It’s time to wrap yourself in your kindness and dignity
To feel the potent warmth of your courage and honesty
That is you, that’s how you were built to be
Take your inertia and your self doubt
And finally throw them out to sea.
* Maharishi: A great Hindu sage or spiritual leader

* Allamah: An honorary and prestigious title carried by only the very highest scholars of Islamic thought, jurisprudence, and philosophy. It is used as an honorific in Sunni Islam as well as in Shia Islam. Allamah is a leader for the Islamic faith.