Meet the Many having the same address #M #AtoZChallenge

While many movies portray Dissociative  Personality disorder perfectly it’s Split that left me in awe and yeah the ending.

The big twist comes after the plot has been resolved and even a “Split” title card comes on screen. We then cut to a diner where a TV news report tells patrons about the events we’ve just seen, and that Casey’s captor (James McAvoy) is at large and has been dubbed with the name “The Horde”. Three women begin discussing these events and one says, “Wasn’t there a guy in a wheelchair about 15 years ago? What was his name?” David Dunn (Bruce Willis) then leans forward and says, “Mr. Glass.” The camera then lingers on Dunn’s face, strongly suggesting that the emerging superhero from Shyamalan’s 2000 film will face off against The Horde.

For those who never saw Unbreakable (spoilers ahead for a 17-year-old movie), the film follows David Dunn, a security guard who’s the lone survivor of a massive train crash. Dunn eventually comes to learn that he has superpowers and that the man he thought was his mentor, Elijah Price aka Mr. Glass (Samuel L. Jackson), is actually his archnemesis. It’s a fascinating look at the tropes of the superhero genre and trying to reposition them into a more realistic framework. While the twist at the end feels unnecessary (Price is revealed to have orchestrated a series of accidents through flashbacks we couldn’t have possibly known about), the movie as a whole is fairly interesting and it’s certainly worth watching.

(Inputs from Split movie, collider)

We leave you with a poem on Multiple Personality Disorder instead:

06/03/2017 – 11.15 am

She walked into the clinic

With stilettos that sparked gold

And a skirt that whirled like poetry

She pushed the door instead of pull

‘Fuck!!” Get a slider door doc

Hello Ms. Joshi said Dr. Panicker

How are you feeling today?

Ecstatic, I just had a healing spa

Wonderful Tina, Tell me how was your week?

It was good, I am working on my new exhibition

Wow, now that’s some news.

And I am over Robert now

I think I should love myself

Perfect Tina. Let’s see your case sheet.


13/03/2017 11. 15 am

Doctor rushes into clinic

Only to find Robert there

“Hey Doc, You are late” with a grin

Sorry Robert, was caught in traffic”

And by the way nice shoes.

Oh, I love glitters”

Cool! So how was your week

Bad doc, breakups suck.

They Do, but it’s just a matter of time

Let me have a look at your case sheet.

I hope you are sleeping okay, no waking up all night

I try doc, I do try. She seems to have moved on.

Will you try talking to Tina Doc, Just the bro thing

I will try Robert and if she doesn’t let her go.

And continue the pills. Text me if you need something

Robert stands up to leave and pulls the door .

Push it outside Robert”

Fuck! Get a slider door Doc”

Being alone is not the same as being lonely #L #Loneliness #AtoZChallenge

We’re all a bit scared of loneliness – of being alone. Of being left. Of not being loved. Or needed. Or cared about. “Lonely” hits a spot of fear in all of us even if we don’t acknowledge it.

Being alone is a state of being by oneself without others around. It can actually be a healthy phenomenon, as everyone needs a little time away from others to plan, to think, and to rest.

However, being lonely is a different matter entirely. We are especially prone to loneliness in the modern society. Social media like Facebook, Whatsapp, or Snapchat may allow more convenient communication, but all these ways of communication neglect the importance of face-to-face socialization.

And at the end, despite many “friends” we have on the online media, they don’t really have anyone to talk to when they need friends most.

We prefer online communication to face-to-face conversation because online communication is less committed, if you don’t respond instantly, it’s okay. But face-to-face conversation doesn’t really need to be stressful. When you’re with someone who you can be comfortable with, silence is precious too.

Audrey Hepburn once said:

“As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others”

This quote highlights the importance of helping others, and also highlights the fact that most of the time we are the key to many problems we are facing; in other words, you can cure your loneliness.

Giving others a hand will help you realize your value, as you discover you are capable of doing so. And helping others also open up opportunities of deep friendships, as very often, a deep relationship is forged in adversity.

When we talk about “helping others”, you don’t need to always save others by risking life. You can just pay attention to details.

Write your colleague a card if he or she is unhappy. Read out loud for the old man living next to you. Or help a child to reach the top of a rack


Charulata –  Charulata, a beautiful saga of loneliness by Styajit ray himself  is based on a story by Rabindranath Tagore, Nastanirh (The broken Nest) and set in Calcutta in the late nineteenth century. Bengal Renaissance is at its peak and India is under the British rule. The film revolves around Charulata / Charu (Madhabi Mukherjee), the childless, intelligent and beautiful wife of Bhupati (Sailen Mukherjee). He edits and publishes a political newspaper. Bhupati is an upper class Bengali intellectual with a keen interest in politics and the freedom movement.

Charu is interested in the arts, literature and poetry. Though Bhupati loves his wife, he has no time for her. She has little to do in the house run by a fleet of servants. Sensing her boredom, Bhupati invites Charu’s elder brother Umapada and wife Manda to live with them. Umapada helps in running of the magazine and the printing press. Manda with her silly and crude ways is no company for the sensitive and intelligent Charulata.

Amal (Soumitra Chatterjee), Bhupati’s younger cousin comes on a visit. Bhupati asks him to encourage Charu’s cultural interests. Amal is young, handsome and is of the same age group as Charu. He has literary ambitions and shares her interests in poetry. He provides her with much needed intellectual companionship and attention. An intimate relationship develops between Charulata and Amal. There is a hint of rivalry when she publishes a short story on her own without his knowledge. He realizes that Charulata is in love with him but is reluctant to reciprocate due to the guilt involved.

As a respect to Satyajit Ray, we will discuss Charulata only in detail.

In Charulata, Satyajit Ray explores the emergence of the modern woman in the upper-class of colonial India. One can not help drawing parallels with Ibsen’s A Doll’s House.

The opening sequence is a piece of cinematic poetry. We see the young wife Charulata moving from one window to another in her house. She observes the activities of the outside world through the window blinds using opera glasses. She is like a caged bird in her mansion. We sense her curiosity and desire to know the outside world.

As she moves to the interior corridor of the house, we see her intellectual husband. He is too engrossed in a book and walks past her without even noticing her presence. She watches him as he walks away and stands reading. Charu raises her opera glasses and looks again as if he too belongs to the outside world. As Bhupati disappears from the view, she is expressionless and lets the opera glasses slip down. The camera is pulled back sharply, “like a flourish with a pen at the end of an essay …” in Ray’s words. Without a dialogue being spoken, we know Charulata is condemned to her loneliness and boredom.

In the final sequence, as Bhupati returns home after wandering aimlessly, Charu opens the door. Gently and with hesitation, she asks him to enter. A wavering Bhupati enters the door and reaches toward her hand. The shot is frozen and is followed with still images of Charu’s half-lit face, Bhupati’s half-lit face, a servant holding a lamp, a mid-shot of Charu and Bhupati and finally a long-shot of them. As the music rises the words “Nastanirh” (Bengali, The Broken Nest) fill the screen. It was ray’s cinematic answer to Tagore’s original ending in which Bhupati has to go out of town and Charu asks him to take her with him. He hesitates to which Charu says “Thak” meaning “Let it be”. As Ray explained later, it was his visual equivalent of the word “Thak”. “The two are about to reconcile and then prevented from doing so.”

Hail Satyajit Ray.

May be it’s not just a habit #Kleptomania

There are three stages of stealing- Stealing because you need it, stealing just because of a habit and third being recurrent failure to resist urges to steal items that you generally don’t really need and that usually have little value.

Kleptomania is a type of impulse control disorder — a disorder that’s characterized by problems with emotional or behavioral self-control. If you have an impulse control disorder, you have difficulty resisting the temptation or drive to perform an act that’s excessive or harmful to you or someone else.

Many people with kleptomania live lives of secret shame because they’re afraid to seek mental health treatment. Although there’s no cure for kleptomania, treatment with medication or psychotherapy may be able to help end the cycle of compulsive stealing.

Episodes of kleptomania generally occur spontaneously, usually without planning and without help or collaboration from another person.Most people with kleptomania steal from public places, such as stores and supermarkets. Some may steal from friends or acquaintances.

Keep in mind that kleptomania is a mental health condition, not a character flaw, and approach your loved one without blame or accusatio


Mom, Dad and Her: Sydney is a troubled who has been caught shoplifting and a case of alcohol poisoning, Sydney’s desperate single mother sends her off to the country to live with her father, Ben, and his family. A story of father- daughter relationship.





The Film Critic: Victor (Rafael Spregelburd), the  film critic! And he’s been at it for a while, since he conflates cinema with reality, he’s broke, so when a producer asks him to write scenes for a script, he can’t afford to decline. He hates romantic comedies because they’re shallow and predictable, but he falls into one when he competes for an apartment with Sofía (Dolores Fonzi), a beautiful kleptomaniac. He fights his feelings, but she’s a manic pixie dream girl.


Seek help before this impulsive disorder lands you into trouble.

Just go to hell……….Ae Dil #J #AtoZChallenge

Let’s talk about one factor that leads to anxious days, sleepless nights and depressing moments- Toxic Relationships.

Courtesy- EliteDaily

Relationships turn toxic and because that’s how addiction is, trying to find comfort in the same thing that’s destroying you. But you still fight for it, you fight for same thing that has destroyed you.

This poem is for the toxic relationships:

“You grow up with the tales that fool you

the karmic relationships

The happily ever afte

The beautiful families that go on vacations

The kiss under the stars

The love that never fades

Walking on sand with hand to hand

Comes an emotionally unavailable man

You wake up to his texts

And nights that say “i miss you”

They aren’t toxic at first

and that is how you fall

Comes the anger, the desire, the shame

the outbursts, expectations and the pain

You knew that was not normal

Screaming, fighting and just fucking

The fact is

Nothing will work

That expensive hair cut in a posh saloon

Books that tell you to move on

Shopping spree that makes you broke

TED talks that friends suggest

Eat pray and love never exists

Love happens when you least expect it

and so does shit


Don’t act normal when you want him back

Don’t say you have moved on when you have not

Don’t date men and still look for him

You still want to make it work and don’t deny that

Just take your time and shake yourself up

Remember the expensive heels that you

never wore but regret buying anyways

Love happens when you least expect it

and so does shit anyways”

So if love is, being there for another person while things are good and then sprinting, the minute things get bad, that is not “Love”

Courtesy- TinyBuddha



When are you getting married……Why?

It’s not about Pride and Prejudice……….Sweetheart

DISCLAIMER- this post is written in honor of the women who text me “Hey whatsup! Looking good yaar! Aur bata shaadi kab kar rahi hai, you are crossing the age dear”

Pride and prejudice – we all loved the classic novel and the movie too ( Even the Aishwarya Rai starrer hindi version was kind of ok), the movie which deals with marriage and happily ever after theory. This theory has been fed, forced fed to us since generations.

Frequently these days I come across friends on whats app, we chat, Facebook , growing out of the sunny side of Pride &Prejudice phase and though their beautifully photo shopped pictures may say that the metaphorical happiness is actually there. Being together is a bliss and motherhood a blessing but strangely the same species with whom you hung out as free birds don the cap of a blackmailer from “There would be no one around to take care of you” to counselor you don’t need “At right age , you should be settled”.

This feminism is what we are not able to overcome how many centuries may pass. In India being single by choice is not a choice at all, single may be one who is unmarried, divorced, widowed and let’s not blame any social hierarchy or patriarchal mindset for it ,it’s the females around you and the serial conspiracy to make you one of their own.

This lack of empathy is what throws us away from  the superbly written posts on feminism, who the hell other than we can challenge the notion of a perfect body, perfect shape, perfect color, perfect job and perfect age to marry, to bear child…….etc. This mad race of all things perfect is started by a woman  and the one cheering you up are your girlfriends who have already finished the race.

Marriage is beautiful, it gives you a companion to share- share everything from white and black,to the gloomy blues to sunny yellow . Children are the ultimate stress buster, their talks, no nonsense love ,their growing up everything is so lively. I love them, my nieces make my life a permanent smiley.I look up to having that companion, to a marriage that is a like chilling out with a buddy to even having a child some day, i just don’t look up to this constant pricking by the happily married double XX chromosomes 24*7.

Recently I talked to a woman whom I admired for her spontaneous personality and the 10 minute talk that followed she gave me advice about marriageable age, how to balance career with marriage and also the month in which  I should get married  for a decent 9.6 minutes.Women who are on the other side of fence eager to increase their number are the ones who say unpleasant things to the ones who are happily independent, to the ones who are not able to bear child. It is a sad remnant of sexism in its another ugly form when a women’s worth is calculated on the scores of her ability to keep her marriage happy and her ability to bear child at the right age.

I love you girls ,I love your Facebook and Instagram pictures of being “happily married” ,just don’t let your centuries old reflexes of “being perfect” judge other’s lives.

Everyone has its own taste of sugar in the coffee or may be someone likes tea for a change.

I am writing this post for the blogchatter prompt

Dear Pseudo Feminist Girl in town

I wrote this piece for #DelhiPoetrySlam  retreat and was amazed at the response i got after this. My buddy at Bihar ( Remya meri jaan ), my  rockstar friend Praicey help me improvise it and my beautiful roomies at Jaipur – Neha and Sidd were so enthusiastic about making it perfect. A poem that slams pseudo feminists came up with the help of some wonderful women who are pure and raw in their thinking. More power to women like you.


“Dear Pseudo feminist girl in the town
I see so much of you these days around.
I know you are cool
I know you meant good
But when did you actually drift away
Where was that turn when you lost your away
We started off together on this beautiful journey
Of fighting for equality and gender parity
But let me tell you a little story
Do you care about one kusum going back to brothels
Or its just the fab India sarees about which you only bother.
Do you know a Laxmi who  faces domestic violence
But your dharnas and pradarshans are still in abundance
In Churu a Rani is married at the age of 5
And your pink or blue or green chaddhi campaign are still giving you high
The sex workers at GTB road have a life that is an absolute mess.
Just tell me, confessing about your bra color campaign is awareness?.
You know I liked you once
I dated you long
I was so fond of you
I thought that the bond was strong.
Came the barge of opinions and volley of accusations
Dear pseudo feminist girl in the town
When did a beautiful movement that started back there

turn into “Why the Fuck are men even here”
Away from the real life problems
And the issues that matter
All you care about is those 140 characters.
I don’t need your idea of feminism because
I believe in equality not supremacy
Because misandry is as bad as misogyny
Because men are not presumptive rapists
Because women are not always the helpless victims.
Dear pseudo feminist girl in town
Chill a little
Take a long breath
Lets get together and throw away the labels
Of feminism
Of sexism
Of racism
Of religion
Lets join hands and throw away the hatred
A father
A brother
A friend
A boyfriend
A husband
A son
Can’t you see any of the good men?
So dear pseudo feminist girl in town
Don’t turn feminism into
Another form of division
I am for feminism that is humanism.
You meet at hard rock cafe
On a Friday night
Order oh blood Mary
Oh ……Oh sorry that’s a ladies drink
You order some whiskey and some rum
And collectively  start abusing men
“Saale C****YE hain saare”

I know abuses are just words sweetheart
But drinks can be ladies and not the world
So Dear Pseudo Feminist,let’s hang together
You gotta tell me what’s your dimaag ke andar
Your dharnas aren’t making any difference
To kusum and friends

Everyday, every moment
They are still toying the line of domestic violence.”

Thank you #DelhiPoetrySlam and our amazing mentor- Jamaal Jackson Rogers. I love you for the amazing person you are.

“लड़का होगा तो वंश बढ़ायेगा” को साक्षी की धोबी पछाड़



11 दिन की मायूसी के बाद भारतीय प्रशंसकों को जश्न मनाने का मौका मिल गया है ।58 किलोवर्ग में महिला पहलवान साक्षी मलिक ने किर्गिस्तान की ऐसुलू ताइनीबेकोवा को 8-5 से हराकर ब्रॉन्ज मेडल जीता।

पहले पीरियड में 5-0 से पिछड़ने के बाद साक्षी ने दूसरे पीरियड में 8 अंक बनाए और भारत को रियो ओलंपिक का पहला पदक दिलाया।भारतीय इतिहास में पहली बार किसी महिला पहलवान ने ओलंपिक में भारत के लिए पदक जीता है।

पहला पदक साक्षी मालिक ने लाकर हमारे गिरते सेल्फ रेस्पेक्ट को एक धक्का डे दिया है और हम खड़े हैं साथ इस गर्व के हिस्सेदार. हर राउंड में साक्षी को संघर्ष करना पड़ा, किर्गिस्तान की ऐसुलू ताइनीबेकोवा के साथ हर राउंड में संघर्ष करती साक्षी को जब मौका मिला तो उन्होंने पूरी जीवटता से ऐसा दांव खेला जिसका कोई तोड़ नहीं था.और वो जीत गयी, और हम जीत गये

रक्षाबंधन के दिन जब हमारे देश में कलेक्टिव रूप से सारे भाई, बहनों की रक्षा का प्रण लेंगे, उसी दिन रोहतक की इस लड़की ने हम सबकी इज्ज़त रख ली. पर क्या ये संघर्ष आज का है। संघर्ष की कहानी लम्बी है, जड़े गहरी हैं. पहले “बेटा होगा तो वंश बढ़ायेगा “ की मायूसी में दुनिया में आने की जद्दोजेहद, फिर अपने सपनों को समझाने की लड़ाई, कही किसी की परमिशन तो कही किसी को कन्विंस, यह कुश्ती सिर्फ अखाड़े में नहीं थी, यह अखाड़े से कहीं ज्यादा बाहर थी ।जहाँ ज़िन्दगी के हर निर्णय की कड़ी अन्दर से ज्यादा बाहर से जुड़ती है,सिर्फ लड़की होने के कारण कुछ पूर्व निर्धारित सीमाओं के साथ समझौता करना हर लड़की को सिखाया जाता है वहां साक्षी , हमें तुम पर गर्व है।

अभी नेपाल में एक अमेरिकन यात्री ने मुझसे पूछा था कि क्या भारत में अभी भी औरतों को अपने सपनों, अपनी आकांक्षाओं के लिये लड़ना पड़ता है? मैंने कहा था ” परिस्थितियां बदली हैं, पर कहीं पर एक बचा हुआ संघर्ष अब भी है , पर अंत में यह लड़ाई हम सब की है और यह लड़ाई भी उतनी ही ख़ास है जितनी जीत”। शुक्रिया साक्षी, हमारी बात को मेडल दिलाने के लिये, हमारी “at bthe end of the day, it’s all worth it” को सच करने के लिये।

थाली पीटो, खूब नाचो, लड्डू बाँटों………………..म्हारे गाँव में छोरी हुई है.।


S: The saga called Shadi, an arranged marriage #AtoZChallenge

SThe whole procedure of finding a perfect match for the son/daughter who have attained the so called marriageable age is amusing. Suddenly sprung up a whole new species called “Shadiraam Gharjode” who drop by every Sunday, suggest some “potential candidates” over heavy breakfast and two rounds of “adrak waali chai” and make your parents guilty of the fact that their daughter is still not married and when this phase ends then starts the real torture; matrimonial sites, profiles, calls asking “Ladki ka colour fair to hoga na, jyada healthy to nahi, koi past wagairah ho to bate de” and of course the compatibility acquires a different parameters, “aajkal B.E.+MBA ki demand jyada hai technical match ban jata hai” (Give me a break dude ,are you planning to discuss circuits all through your life) .When gotra, profession, dowry, family status are matched then they come down to taking the opinions of the future bride and groom



Why does this institution of arranged marriage survive in India in this day and age? The India I am talking about is of the educated middle class where the incidence of arranged marriages are not only high but also considered as a legitimate way of finding a mate The answer lies partly in the elasticity of this institution and indeed most traditional customs that allows it to expand its definition to accommodate modernity such that, today’s arranged marriages places individual’s will at center and parents assume a role where their one hand is raised for blessing and other immersed in wallet.

The arrangement in arranged marriage is clearly a manufactured one, sometimes taking some pseudo forms like a blind date, online meet ups, the reality swayamvar type shows all aim to let one meet a potential spouse. Here the idea of love is not so gently manufactured by contriving a spark or overflow of hormones but rather a well planned robbery.

In the west the idea of marriage has a notion that starts when one proposes and the other can withhold it for an indefinite period of time So we have marriage as a mirage that shimmers frequently but materializes rarely but imagine the same, when venues and the day of Roka and even which car is to be given as a gift have been fixed, how can a girl think over the proposal?

In an era where future and security hold more promise than present, arranged marriages continue to hold their charm. Whether choked in tradition or cloaked with modernity this institution of arranged marriage needs some serious help because sustenance of a long term marriage brings along with it a personal growth

“Wasn’t marriage, like life, un-stimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded? Wasn’t it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt?

P : Train from………PAKISTAN #AtoZChallenge


Warning :The views expressed in the blog are personal and if you happen to be a crazy lunatic under the mask of a patriot with your standard of judgement starts and ends with some slogan,please spare yourself from the difficulty of reading this piece

Once again this story has its origin in a train ,it so happenned that I was on my way to my hometown & as soon as the train left Delhi ,I opened up a book and was engrossed in reading .Around me was a family with 3 kids who were howling, shouting &throwing things on floor,in short taking all the benefit of them being “the little cute ones”. After an hour a voice said:

“Maaf kariyega mohtarma,aapko in bachhon ke karan badi takalluf uthani pad rahi hai”

( We are really very sorry because of the nuisance of the kids)

I said “ Nahi Nahi ye to chote bachhe hain”( Its completely okay) whereas in my mind I was thinking “Aisa kaun bolta hai yaar( who says like this )” and then my biggest enemy -my mind’s curiosity didn’t let me read, I asked to the gentleman where were they going to ,got a reply “Nagpur” and then to Amravati . I asked” coming from delhi?”

And got  a reply which solved the mystery of that urdu accent “ We are coming from PAKISTAN”


Pakistan??? I never knew Bilaspur Rajdhani comes from Pakistan .The gentleman laughed, told that they came to Delhi and then are moving towards Amravati to visit a childhood friend  of his mother who is seriously ill.

Friend?? Ok,our history books say once we were one once upon a time.

After exchanging pleasantries ,I came to know that the gentleman Dr Shaukat was also a doctor and his lovely wife told me with almost a child like enthusiasm that her sister is also a doctor and was settled in Dubai .Why Dubai? I asked to which I came to know that Pakistan is still not a very progressive society when it comes to women working but then she also defended instantly saying things are changing and now women are even fighter plane pilots.

After some time I was offered “Peshaver ka halwa”,”khajoor ki kachori” and “lahore ka namkeen” which looked mouth watering but the logical mind screamed “You should not take any food from strangers” and the probability of risk grows when the strangers are from other side of border .Well I gave a look to the yummy food stuff and politely refused.

The talks with Dr Shaukat revolved aroud the girl education,medical field, exaggerating problem of power cut and it was refreshing to know from him that the youth wants change ,they want to get educated ,no politics of hatred ,want to work and bring about a change in the attitude of outside world towards their nation

Nagpur comes early morning,when they left, they bid a “Khuda Hafiz”, mother of Dr shaukat kept a hand on my head and wished me”Barkat” from her Khuda. Dr Shaukat and Nagma  wished me”behisaab khushiyaan” while I prayed for the good health of the Indian friend of the Pakistani grandma.

Off they went and with them went the “Peshawar ka halwa,Khajoor ki kachauri” from my eyesight,the train left Nagpur and sleep was gone from my eyes .Suddenly I realized that in this feeding up of enmity are we forgetting human values? As we have closed ourselves into AC Compartments have we closed the way to our hearts too? Gone are those days when every journey to village in the sleeper compartment, sharing the home cooked meals with strangers earned us friends to whom our parents used to send postcards? And then the biggest question: who is more dangerous- a gang of men who can rape you in the light of a metro city, the sick people who ogle you when you wear a short dress and make you feel naked, a group of people who thrash you till you die just brcause they assumed you eat something…….or a stranger, an unknown family from a nation ,a neighboring nation who is always portrayed as an enemy.If you happen to find an answer, do let me know……….till then stay safe and keep the women around you  safe…..

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M: The story of Moon…..a folk tale from tribal India #AtoZChallenge

Long long ago when the world was just created there was just the sun but no moon. So there was just day with the sun shining brightly all the time. The sun did not set. So there was no night. People worked until they were too tired to work any more. There was no set time for work or a fixed time for rest.

One day the creator of the world came to visit it. He saw men working in fields.

“When did you plough this field?” he asked one of them.

“Today”, replied the man.

“When did you dig that pit?”

“Today,” he said again.

“And when did you make that garden?”

“Today, of course,” said the man surprised, “why do you ask? There is only today! Whatever happened, happened today”.

He saw a women with a child. “When was this boy born?”, he asked the

“Today”, said the woman.

Then the creator understood. The people had no sense of time because there were no days and nights, no division in time. He decided to do something about it. He called the sun and said, “You must set in the evening and rise again in the morning. Then the people will not work when it is dark and know that it is the time for resting. When you rise again they will know that it is another day”. The sun agreed.

When it was evening the sun went down and it was dark. The people did not understand what had happened. Or why it was dark. They were frightened and ran here and there. Some of them fell down. Some fell into ditches and hurt themselves. Some children fell from trees. The women knocked their vessels in the dark and broke them. Nobody knew what to do.

Finally their leader called out and said, “Lie down and rest, all of you. You can do nothing in this darkness”. So night became a time for resting. They got up again when the sun rose in the sky and it was light once again.

By and large the people were happier. They did not keep working till they dropped down any more. They had to stop when it got dark and they could see nothing. So they got regular hours of rest and felt much better.

But there was one problem. Since they could see nothing after sunset they often fell down. They fell into ditches. They fell into holes. They banged against trees and knocked against people. They could not see where things were kept and broke things. It became quite chaotic!

Then the creator visited them once again.

“Well,” he asked, “are things any better now that you have day and night? Do feel better after resting all night?”

“Oh yes” they told him, “We feel better in the morning. But we cannot see when it is dark. So we get hurt. And lose things. And break things. It is really very difficult after it gets dark. Can’t we have the sun for a little while?”

How the Moon was Created

“No” said the creator, “But I shall give you something else. Something with less light. You will be able to see but you will not be able to work. You will have a nice, soothing light which will make things easier and stop you from having accidents.”

And then he created the moon. It rose in the sky and shone softly. People could see but the light did not hurt their eyes. Or stop them from sleeping. It was a happy life with the sun in the day and moon at night!