Q. Is this a poem that you are writing here?
A. I don’t know, never delved into this thought.

Q. You are writing in verse, so this must be meant to be a poem?
A. Ok agreed, this is a poem.

Q. But where are the heavy, intricate words which intellectuals use?
A. But I am not an intellectual and I like simple words, because that’s what
appeals to me in other people’s writings too.

Q. Where are the rhyming words, isn’t there rhyming in a poem?
A. When I write, it’s as if I am talking to a person, I don’t talk using rhyming
words in my daily conversations with people.

Q. So, you are a thinker who analyses everything.
A. I just write what comes to mind, what I feel like sharing with everyone.

Conclusion : Poem or not, I am just sharing what’s on my mind.

© Jan 2016 Sapna Dhyani Devrani


A Bit Of Both

There’s a bit of both in me,
A bit of both in all of us.
Both of what? you ask,
Both of the extremes, I say.
I am an extrovert at times, but look forward to solitude too;
Enjoying time with myself and mine, in my own small world.
There is music in my home, songs constantly churned out from my beloved Radio;
But there are also days when all I want is to feel the peace and serenity of silence.
There are days when I dress to the hilt and dance, eat ,enjoy at a gathering;
Then there are times when I find it frivolous, a wastage of time.
I sometimes love to play the clown, making my family and friends laugh;
Then there are the times when all I want to do is be alone.
Sometimes, I am civil to a people who have been unkind to me and others;
But too many times, I want to go at them full throttle and beat the devil out of them.
There are more of ” both” inside me,
Just like they are in you.

© Jan 2016 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

My own time

The elder one has re-started the school after the winter vacations. The younger one, noodles, is still at home. Her school will re-open on the 15th of January. The busy-bee that she is, the whole day goes by in a flurry. Today she has gone to her dad’s office to fly her kite, which I got for her two days back. And I am absolutely loving the silence in my home. The helpers have also left and it’s just me with myself now. Though I am down with fever, cold and cough- I still am planning to read a book and enjoy this unexpected bonus. So, parents-of-young-kids, please don’t become slaves to the li’l angels. Do find the time to nurture your own mind, body , soul too. If my own soul is well- nourished, only then I can nourish the little souls in my care.

Off to my book now 🙂

© Jan 2016 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

what a wonderful world

To my Ano and Toodles…

” WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD !! ” – Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
But they’re really saying I love you.

I hear baby’s cry, and I watched them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself what a wonderful world.

© Dec 2015 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

A Sleepover

How do you know when your kiddos are no more babies? When their friends start coming over for ” sleepovers”. Ano, my eight year old elder daughter has a friend- Mehak, living at the end of our road. Her house is just a stone’s throw away. Both of them attend the same school, are classmates in the same section and learn tennis from the same coach in the evenings. Her parents are friends of ours. We keep meeting on and off.

So, Ano came home from school a few days back and announced that Mehak would be coming for a sleepover in the evening.

Me- She will come for a night stay, u mean?
Ano- No mumma, it’s a ” sleepover” !

Her mom called up later and told me that they would be attending an official party where kids would not be allowed. They would only be taking along Noor, Mehak’s younger sister who is two and a half years old. When Mehak came in the evening, my kiddos were literally bursting with excitement. One hour was spent in the play room. Time for dinner, served them paneer sabzi with “red” poories ( made with beetroot). They loved, loved and loved the poories. And then came the icing on the fun evening’s cake- The Dance! Both danced for an hour to the song ” Chaudhary” , learnt at school. My younger daughter, toodles also joined them and ohhhh! I can’t explain how mushy mushy I went. Sang along ,clapped and had a super time with the kiddos.

The sleepover eventually didn’t happen as Mehak’s parents came back earlier than expected and came to fetch her back home. A big disappointment for the girls. But all in all, a great evening for the children.

How infectious it is- children’s sense of joy and their capacity for fun. let me close with a picture of the adored ” red” poori.



© Dec 2015 Sapna Dhyani Devrani





Aamir Khan

MY TAKE on the ongoing ” Aamir Khan controversy” :

Why is everyone raving and ranting about that one sentence which stumbled out of his mouth? Why are we all so defensive about this issue? Is it because we , as individuals, have all , at some point, said these same words? A person is defensive and arguementative when he/she is painfully aware of his/her shortcomings. If one is self-assured, one doesn’t feel the need to take offense at every given opportunity.

Is it because Aamir Khan is a Muslim? Would we have reacted the same way had any other Non- Muslim superstar said this? I don’t think so. We would have shrugged and said, “what will become of this country!”. And by the way, his wife, who has supposedly said this, is a Hindu.

Yes, maybe he could have been more politically correct . But, are we going to negate his achievements, body of work and goodwill earned, just because of that one sentence? Am sure that like me, everyone must have noticed that whenever Aamir Khan talks, it is in a very good humoured and un-assuming manner. It is as if he is speaking one-to-one with you. So, he said something which we all say sometime or the other. And what are we doing? Circulating Hate messages on whatsapp, ” liking” posts ridiculing him and his wife on facebook, devouring all gossip on the internet.

Haven’t we all proved the thought behind his words right? That we are an intolerant lot, who just love to ridicule and bring someone down. That we are an unforgiving lot who just pounce at a person’s mistake and then tear him apart. Don’t we have enough issues in our own lives that we need to sort out, that we feel important enough to diss apart another’s reputation and dignity?

Where is the good humour, grace and maturity to take it as a slip-of-tongue that unfortunately happened on a public forum. Have we bothered to find out in what context he could have said it?


©Nov 2015 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

Being Free

I am a mum of two daughters, ages eight and five respectively. It is my greatest wish that they turn out to be totally ‘Bindaas’. They play with their barbies, kitchen sets and string beads into necklaces for themselves; lots of girly stuff. But at the same time they also climb trees, play tennis, ride their bicycles, go for skating & swimming, punch and slap boys who try to bully them; lots of not-so-girly stuff. Do they have to be tom-boyish to be’ bindaas’ ? No, no and another no. I’d like them to retain the essence of their gender- femininity and grace, and still be bindaas- there goes the word again! So, does it all sound all twisted? Well not to me. They are free to behave the way they want to. True freedom is when we have the freedom of choice. Choice to pursue their chosen line of work, choice to be a stay-at-home mom, choice to marry or not to marry, choice to marry only when one feels ready and the choice to walk out of a marriage too. The list goes on and on.

I have known women friends who are successful in their career and economically independent , but still not ‘ free’. They succumb to the numerous pressures- of having another child in the hope that it will be a boy this time around; they tolerate their husbands’ abusive behaviour ; and yet they maintain a strong facade for the world to see.

So why do they put up with all this nonsense? Because this is what they saw their mothers doing. And their mothers showed them that being a woman, it’s a given- to tolerate and to adjust; specially after marriage. To maintain all relations even when the so called ‘relatives’ are far from nice. To try and be liked/praised by all and be a mute, self-sacrificing paragon of virtue. Damn all this ‘respectability’. And I’ll be damned if I utter something even remotely similar in front of my girls.

I am blessed that I am married to a person who has an evolved mind, someone who makes me feel glad that I got married. I hope my kids choose well too, like their mom. So then, why do I feel so strongly about all this? It is because too much upkeep of ‘respect’ and ‘dignity’ do more harm then good. My firebrand husband told me – ‘fight, shout, give it back’. But ‘respect’ for elders and family was so deeply ingrained in me that I didn’t have it in me to be loud , or answer back. So, I will make sure that my daughters don’t hold onto ‘decency’ like I did.

Some words for my children:

Age doesn’t always bestow maturity and grace. So, all ‘elders’  are not worthy of the unconditional respect that they demand.

Silence, for the sake of maintaining the dignity, is often mis-construed as weakness. So, speak up at all times. Don’t stay quite out of ‘ respect ‘.

Marry only when you feel ready, like your Mom did.

Don’t ever feel that you are obligated to ‘maintain’ relations with all who are family. If anyone’s not nice to you, let them go take a hike.

Of course, be a nice person; just don’t feel any pressure to be ‘nice’ according to someone else’s sensibilities.

Don’t doubt your decisions and make your own choices.

Pursue what makes you happy and fills you with joy.

And above all-

Live, love, Laugh.

©Nov 2015 Sapna Dhyani Devrani