Friday, 13 February 2015

Melancholy of a table

It lies alone in the space.

A rust is formed on it with accumulated dust over the years.

Screws loosened, legs broken, it travelled with time without any emotion.

Scratches formed on its body due to mishandling and rapid movements.

The design at the edges is blurred by the umpteenth touches of the human hand.

A doodled formed somewhere, a creature created on the other
.
 The journey of the table is unending and filled with distraught.


 Sometimes decorated with stains and sometimes with the bang of an angry hand, it patiently listens to the mood and sacrifices to any human thought. 

Sunday, 8 February 2015

True Love

Calling your partner thousand times a day? Saying “I love you” more than the number of times you blink your eyelids in a minute? Checking out the messages and the calls on your partner’s phone? Or is it about sharing the best moments of your life with that person whom you love and adore the most? Yes, it is about giving that person the space that he or she wants. True love is bounded with the three delicate threads of dedication, patience and trust. Any of the threads loosened up will make the four letter word of LOVE more fragile that can break anytime.
Dedication
Because it is all about commitment to spend the rest of the life holding each other’s hand.
Patience
Because life will ripen the situations, but it’s you has to make it taste sweet with the fruit of patience.
Trust
Because you have to sail through the tides whether it is low or high.





True love is so easy to find, only if two individuals in a relationship make it possible. 

Saturday, 10 January 2015

A fake dream

“Sunita! take Ayush to the park,” came a harsh voice from Savitri, the mother of Ayush who used to spend more time in watching the Saas-bahu serials rather than taking care of her two-year-old kid. Sunita was a sixteen-year-old caretaker of Ayush. From morning to midnight, she took care of this tiny tot. When Ayush peed, Sunita cleaned, when Ayush did not sleep, she sang him lullaby and put him asleep, when Ayush was hungry Sunita spoon feeded him, when the mama was busy in work or was away from home, Sunita took care of the house. The small world of Sunita was nothing beyond taking care of Ayush, she was surrounded by the harsh thread of destituteness and was the only earning member of her family. Her father passed away two years ago, while her mother frequently suffered from illness and thus had to stay home for most of the time.  Hence, it was she who had to carry the family on her fragile shoulders.


It was a cold December afternoon. Ayush had fallen asleep. It was a tiresome day for Sunita. Savitri had gone to Mumbai to attend her best friend’s wedding and therefore Sunita had to take care of all the household chores along with Ayush. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, Sunita felt a bit dizzy. She quietly took the quilt, found a small space besides Ayush and closed her eyes.

A white light fell upon Sunita’s eyes. She saw a big white ball radiating at a not so far distance from her. She retreated first, but then proceeded, when she saw two angels coming out of the white ball. They were dressed in a white gown and both of them had two large wings at their back. They opened their arms. Sunita lend her hand to the angels and together they jumped inside the white ball. It was a beautiful world. Barbie dolls, fashionable frocks, chocolates, ice creams and food were kept everywhere.

One of the angels said,”Hey! Sunita everything is for you, pick up whatever you want. They are all yours”
Sunita felt ecstatic and replied, “Really!” She went towards the Barbie doll, hugged it first and then took it in both her arms. She also picked up a cute teddy that was kept aside. Soon, another angel arrived. She took Sunita through a large gate. As soon as they crossed it and entered inside, a completely different world laid ahead of them.

There were lush green valleys everywhere dotted with beautiful flora. Beneath them ran streams of water; Sunita went near the river and could listen to it’s gurgling sounds. She then dipped her hands in the water and started playing as she moved her little fingers back and forth. The angel appeared and said, “It’s time to explore the valley little girl!” With her magical words, the angel took Sunita to the top of the valley. The amazing view from the valley left Sunita completely mesmerized. She began to run from one end of the valley to the other and only stopped at a point where she could see the clouds coming close to her. She raised her hands to feel them but was pulled back by the angel.

“You can’t touch them, little lady, they are too high” said the angel. Soon a rabbit passed away and she began to pursue it. She ran and reached towards the cliff of the valley but could not catch it. Suddenly, Sunita slipped her leg, she shouted for help, spreaded her hands to the angel to pull her up, but the angel smiled and slowly disappeared.

Sunita felt dejected, she groaned as she felt that someone pulled her back. She realized that she is trapped in a dungeon. As she looked around she saw other poor girls sitting with their heads knelt down. One of them came near her and said, “Wake up sister, you were dreaming all the while now. This is a harsh world of reality. Like you even we went to the fantasy island, but returned back dejected.”

Sunita heard a loud cry and could feel that someone moved her. She opened her eyes and saw it was Ayush who woke up from sleep and was hungry. She realized that it was a false dream and wept over her destiny.

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Rhapsodies of a NEW YEAR

The year has come to an end
Its time to pack the bags again
To set sail to a new year  
And to give life a new beginning

Whether it was a bumpy or a calm ride
Don’t mind as they were your testing times
Instead thank those who were there by your side
To help you overcome the turbulent tide

Now that a new year is ahead
Its time to start and think afresh
To give life a better meaning
By gathering the pieces of scattered happiness

Perhaps resolutions or revolutions
Whatever is there in the mind
There can never be an apt reason
As this is the ultimate time

 Immerse yourself or get drowned
In the vast ocean of happiness
When the murky and envious sadness
Frowns at you from the backend

Turn on the music, groove with it
Keep the emotions at bay
Let the party continue

Because it’s new year and a new day ahead








Tuesday, 23 December 2014

When the paper spoke




You can crumble me anytime
Scribble and throw me at dustbin
Only to make another addition
To the mountaining piles

You can also transform me  
Into a ship or a boat
And make me sail through
The floods of rain water

Life is too short for me
And sometimes too long
I don’t know what my faith
Is going to be when I am born

Novel or a curriculum textbook
Is the right place for me to seek shelter
You’re never going to throw them away
As the words inside them are precious

I can be a masterpiece for your room
If I am adorned with colours and ribbons
I can be of great help
To help you carry your valuables

Oh! Did you just realize
That you cannot leave without me
Open your purse and take a look
I am that valuable note you need for your livelihood





Saturday, 20 December 2014

A Santa Surprise!

It had been a tough day for Nancy at the office. She is driving back to her home now. As she takes her car out of her office compound she witnesses a different New York. The streets are basking in the celebrations of Christmas. The roadside shops have been decorated with statues of Santa and colourful ballons. Two kids are staring at the Santa toys through the glass panes of the Cake store holding the hands of their grandfather. Nancy gets a little excited. This beautiful Christmas sight makes her nostalgic and reminds her of her childhood days. But she is very tired right now and just wants to go for a sleep.
Nancy is back to her home now. She has already parked her car in the garage and is about to close the shutter.  Just then she realizes that she has left her house keys at the back seat. She rushes back to the rear end of the car. Just as she is about to open the door, a voice claims, “Hello!” Nancy replies back – “Hello!” Thinking it might be the auto answer call option that she just activated recently to answer her client’s call even while driving. She kept on repeating Hello! Hello! There was no response; she can see someone sitting inside the car. It’s just a big shadow. Seems like somebody is sitting inside.
Nancy’s hands are shaking now. She is perspiring in the freezing cold of December. She is trying her best to say it, but something has choked her throat and is not allowing her to utter a word. It’s again that female voice that says, “Relax young lady! Don’t shiver in fear and don’t be scared.” Nancy regained her lost courage and said in a fearful voice, “Who are you and what are you doing here?” There is silence again. No one is here, except her house keys. She is now a bit angry and asks herself, “Am I drunk?”, No. Am I dreaming? She pinches herself and realizes that everything is real.

The next morning, Nancy decides to visit the countryside grocery store. It’s Christmas today and Nancy had long been hoping to make a delicious Chocolate cake all by herself. She takes the big grocery bag, the car keys, locks the door and moves towards the garage. She notices something is coming out beneath the shutter of the garage. “Oh! That’s a long red rope,” she utters. She lifts up the shutter and discovers that the rear end of the car is stuffed with gifts. “Jesus!” Nancy exclaims.

 But before she could check out the gifts. She finds an envelope in the driver’s seat that read – ‘FOR YOU NANCY.’ She opens the envelope and reads the letter

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
That was me, Santa who freaked you out last night young lady. I have brought loads of gifts for you this year. My sincere apology if I have scared you. Don’t be surprised! It’s not the young and the tiny tots on whom I shower my gifts. Christmas is a time to shower gifts of love on everyone and spread happiness.
I will be obliged if you take all the gifts and oh yes! you will find a large basket where I have kept all the ingredients to make your favourite ‘Chocolate Christmas Cake’
It’s time to say bye. Merry Christmas!


Nancy’s joys knew no bounds. She was jumping and howling. There were countless number of gifts kept inside the Santa’s bag – a Christmas tree, a Santa Hat, a beautiful gown, a basket full of fruits and chocolates, a number of cosmetics, a designer purse and what not. Nancy started pinching herself again, but this time she was not dreaming. It was in real. 


Wednesday, 17 December 2014

TERRORISM and an INNOCENT MIND

What might go in the mind of an injured child after the mayhem that took place in Pakistan yesterday? This is just a fictional interpretation of the same


Boom! Went off the sound as I saw a man aiming a gun at me.  I stood there helpless because no one was around. I felt a tremor in my head and saw everything around me revolving like a ball. I laid in the ground and saw my school shirt stained with blood. My friends were shouting for help but soon they stopped, because like me all of them had been laid down. I was shaking in fear, reeling in pain and praying to God. My teacher at school taught me that guns are used by warriors to remove the evil from the earth.

O Lord! Am I the evil that I am shot? 

What is my fault, whom have I harmed that I have to be a part of this dreadful act?
   
I am now lying on a hospital bed. I have lost one leg. I can see through one eye and the other? Well, dad said I have to live with one from now on as the other has disappeared forever. Mom has stopped talking as tears are flowing down her eyes like the stream of that river which flows just near my school. My dad bought me a bicycle last week, but I don’t know will I ever be able to ride it again?  I promised my sister that we would go to the church this Christmas and pray to Santa for a big teddy on whose lap both of us can sit and play dumbshell. All my dreams are dashed to ashes now.

 I have lost three of my school friends who used to sit with me in the same bench. We used to make ships out of paper and made them flow when the rains flooded our school’s playground. We used to share lunch together and play hide-and-seek behind the banyan tree near the school’s compound. Nor can I play and nor can I run now, I have not only lost my precious friends but also my half life.