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Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Hold on to HOPE

Hope..

were you asleep when i called you last
i am seeking for relief your presence imparts
all fingers are at me & i am blamed                                  
dirt is spoken without a dash of shame

looking around i see no escape                                        
throat gets dry, reasons lost their ways
fake are the words of sympathy & solace
their twisted smirk never do lose its place

i long for a breath, with morning dew
when i can forgive, forget & get anew
I quit to care & cut loose connection
"you all will be past", i hopefully mention






Tuesday, 18 February 2014

Kya aap bhi serious rehte hai !!

Meeta gave herself a last look of admiration. Her careless green top, slipping from her inviting shoulder, perfectly matched with blue skirt, flaunting her effortlessly dazzling figure. A hint of kohl & a touch of gloss make her look like a diva. "I promise to make this date unforgettable" - she said to herself.

Picking up her blue tote, she stepped out of her flat. "Oh gaud, these grumpy aunties again" she exclaimed in a voice loud enough to make the bunch of clad in 6 yard cloth, look at her. She tried looking the other side, sparing her the to-come-well wishes. 

"Arey beta aaj kaha chal di ghumne" the leader asked in an kadak tone doing a head to toe surveillance. Determined to avoid any dreadful situation, she kept walking & replied "kuch nhi antie bus friends k saath dinner". 

Auntie A almost blocking her way - Arey ye konsa naya hair color lagaya h..bata to zara. Mein ne to chinki ko saaf mana kr diya ye sub krne ko kal ko koi kahe "ladki ko bigad diya".



While Meeta tried to recover and smile weakly, Auntie B - Aaj kal to yehi sub chalta hai bhai, roko bhi to koi maanta kaha. Wo kya kehte h "cool" ban na hai naa to ye sub zaruri hai. Aur kuch nhi sub TV ka kiya dhara hai dekho naa serials bhi A Grade aate hai. Bade acche lagte hai ka wo bed scene yaad hai, mjhse bhi nhi dekha gya.

Meeta again tried her best to escape with her "Acha antie chalti hu" when suddenly the leader spoke again - Aur ye akele rehne wale baccho ka to pata he nhi chalta. Sub man marzi karte hai. Abi dekho to meri mausi k bhanje ki beti bina bataye live-in mein reh rhi thi. Wo to parents surprise dene pahunche tub pata chala. Such kahu, aisa kaam to aaj tak pure khandaan mein kisi ne nhi kiya. Mujhe to apni shreya ki badi chinta.....sob sob....hoti hai...endless sobs

Not losing a moment to be kind Meeta offered her sympathy, looking at her watch. Nhi auntie, aise thodi hota hai. Aap chinta mat kariye.

Auntie B - Haan Bhabhi g, har ladki aise thodi hoti h (glancing at Meeta). 

Meeta - Still standing with them, dumbstruck, looking around for fresh air. She is already late by 20 mins. She took out her smart phone and was about to answer her whatsapp when the dormant participant activates.

Auntie C - Aaj kal ki to baat he kya kare. "Wo" b bada common ho gaya hai. Bacche bhi aise baat karte hai jaise ki koi aam baat ho. Apni pichli building mein jo wo doctor hai naa keh rahi thi ki aaj kal to 17-18 saal ki ladkiya bhi "us k" liye aati h clinic. Meeta beta, tujhe bhi to mummy papa ne pure vishwaas ke saath yaha rehne bheja hai naa kabhi unhe dhokha mat dena beta. Tu to jaanti hai naa building mein aur bhi bacche hai unpe kya asar padega.

Before she suffocates any more, Meeta opened her bag, took out Cadbury 5 Star, grab a bite and offer the rest to #conditionserioushai anties. No more ready for an endless thank you mourning story, she turned to leave. Just before she drives away she called out -

Auntie date pe ja rhi hu boy friend ke saath. Aur haan, boy friend apni building k 5th floor pe he rehta hai:)

This post is written for #condition serious hai contest hosted by cadbury 5 star in association with Indiblogger.






Tuesday, 11 February 2014

If given a chance...

Unlike the usual love stories of present age, Mine & Tanmay's relation has always been without those extra greasy layer of explicit romance. PDA has never been our forte in spite of trying our best to look like an inspirational couple among crowd. We two look like "so-very-normal-friends" while our coffee dates, dinners & long drives. Our so-called-romantic encounters has always ended into a hearty laughter getting us tears with a post explanation session of "why do we try this even !!!!". And in an attempt to get this as smooth as my skin (after all, i love myself), i have terribly failed making it worse than before. Yes, i always plays the spoil sport when it comes to get lovey-dovey. I am well aware of the precious pain my man takes each time to flatter me with his "residual fancy genes" but my "ever shining too realistic genes" always let it go for a toss. Very few has this unbeatable capacity to grief for "Yellow dal" served on first dinner date...*face plam*. Rest is all history...

This valentine week suffered too. Yeah, he tried to make me cupid-stuck yet again with his proposal on "Propose Day" and I as usual gaining a better rank with every attempt, thrashed it badly :(. Poor soul, he should have given up much before. Unaware of the severe repercussions, this season of love is going too dry & deficient to be associated with the worldwide celebration of love day. However, an idiotic me displaying my art of "all teeth out" recently committed a blunder in conversation with him. I renamed the Valentine Week  as per my convenience & here it goes :

Day 1 - Rose Day  Annoying day
Day 2 - Propose Day Some more annoying---Whinnying day
Day 3 - Chocolate Day Sarcasm day
Day 4 - Teddy Day trying-to-be-good ending with complaints day
Day 5 - Promise Day Ready-to-pounce day (not to mention, pouncing out of anger)
Day 6 - Kiss Day Explaining love---Are we still in love Day
Day 7 -Valentine Day Self realization Day (ending with a promise to get back Romance. For me at least to respect his attempt of romancing)

He has still not come one with the facts written with a perfect detailing tone. But no sooner, he would read this my evening will turn adventurous. 

PS : Who says courtship days gives you best memories to be cherished forever !!! I have still not got any moment comparable to our not-official dating days. Those days of "cooking stories for a day out, conscious of the fact not-to-be-caught" were a bliss. If given a chance i would like to live it once more....after all jo maza chupane mein h wo batane mein kaha...

Though i have been the same from the very first day but these days blaming it all on the forthcoming shaadi makes it easy for us.


Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Yellow

Oh dear Yellow, come to me

for you make me warm
and the air get reforms
you spread light and brings in twilight                                      
wings do open & world revives
                                                                                               
Oh dear Yellow, stay with me

friend, your presence is always adored
figures gets to hit just the right chord
with you, starts the blissful day
water flows seamless while the daffodils sways

Oh dear Yellow, you are mine

your merry face gets me a beam
cheer me up & life looks-like another dream
when you play your game on my face
i stand with my might, for the earth to embrace

Oh dear Yellow, make me full

get me your eternal energy fraying all dull
lit every corner with smile & lull
be my tee or else a clutch
coz your touch make me yen for much


(Today is Basant Panchmi. For the matter of fact, i have not done any pooja or had anything Yellow to eat. To me, its just a day when people wear yellow and i love to see lot of it around. Yellow, is my color.)





Thursday, 30 January 2014

Lot that happens daily !!!

There is so much activity around me these days. Discussions, decisions, arguments, sympathy, concern, fear, anxiety, confusion and what not. Believe me, the list is still incomplete. Before you guess let me clear it to you that my house is not Aam Aadmi Party's headquarter where you can see a bunch of people sulking in the background of power. Here the race is different. When the opponent is resting, he is blamed...when he wakes and try to roar, he is blamed some more...finally when he speaks, there is a tsunami of blames flowing. Things are accepted as they are without a word of protest, followed by a round of mild complaining, if responded with a dose to fight back, the complaints suddenly transforms into who-said-we-have-a-problem thing and if shown sympathy the mild complaints progresses to endless grumping which for sure ends with a We are ok verdict.

Did i ever think this to be a routine in our peaceful abode. No, never. Honestly speaking this is a serious issue (yeah, the one i wrote in above lines) with immense complexity attached to it. To say it or not, its affecting everybody associated with it. Why do we want others to say the same we want to hear. Even if we know it wont happen, why don't we put off the burning candle of hopes and expectations inside us. The warmth of expectations keep us comfortable for a while but what it's been abruptly put to an end. Is there an end to desires ?? Don't we sometimes expect too much ?? Too much from us, too much of it from others and then it becomes a habit. Habit of giving expectations through our words & actions and in return of coarse a multiple round of fulfillment of our own expectations. Even though we want the things to be in motion we have a problem with its gait. And plus, there are so many things which should have been said but are missed and many unwanted declared with authority.

There is no harm in doing all this. That's the way things have been done in past and trend is not yet changed. I am still too small to bring about a change or lets say talk about changes. They listen, nod in agreement and it ends. Earlier when i didn't see things closely, it didn't registered to my senses. However, last few months i have been tossed and torn by worldly affairs. I am hurt, yes, i am and there is no way out of this agony except for to let it pass. Or rather, i should be happy looking at the beaming faces who are dancing to their own marry-tunes. 

Meanwhile, I want to stay in peace, grow up to these realities, knitting my own space which would assure a fresh air and warmth of sun to me.

PS - Now i have created a mess here. Started with A, followed by M and ending with F. aarrggghhh....after reading this you ll definitely understand my position. Just like this post leaves you puzzled, i go off my balance everyday. 


Sunday, 26 January 2014

55 Words Fiction - Hurry Up !!!

Fastest did he run but could not get her. It has been a routine. She arrives with her own charm and leaves without a thank-you speech. His senses has betrayed him again. Uff..when would he understand the cue of her leaving.

He feebly walked back, frustrated. Effects of missing your beloved "The Local". 



Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Between US

why do you stop, when i want to fly
didn't you said you should give it a try
are your words not true to me
or its simply we don't agree
have you forgotten the bond once alive                              
and i shall stay alone and deprived
do you hear what the world says
these two are soon to part their ways
are you listening or it only echoes at me
pillow is wet but you rarely see

gone are the days of me being carefree
an empty bean bag appears way too scary
how and what revolves around us
when you don't bother why should i fuss
control and patience still rule my soul
a bruised heart & drooping eyes are hard to console
its your duty to be theirs first
time will do, and it wont hurt
i pray we shall never cross our ways
for the pain never wants to show its face