Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sample



‘Baby’
‘Yes Baby’
‘Baby when will you talk to your parents?’
Flashes of faces crossed Neel’s mind; his mother’s face, his father’s face.  He would have talked today if he dared not think the moment of confrontation. Without putting any more pressure on his faculties he casually replied.
‘I will talk anytime yaar. What’s the haste?’
With an effort reply came, ‘Yesterday, Mom asked me whether there is any guy. If so I should tell her. Otherwise my parents would start looking for suitable match’.
‘And what you said’
‘I said what the hurry is. I don’t want to marry now’
‘Yes. Exactly. So problem is solved’.
‘It does not end here. Within six months my father is getting retired. Before retirement he wants to marry me.’
‘Still Six Months’
Rozy wouldn’t qualify as fair as Indian’s think of Christians. She got a small broad stature wouldn’t qualify as Christian by any standards. This shortness gives her gravity, strength of being close to her roots. Her vocal chords were successful in pumping this strength in her voice.
‘It is just six months’                                              
Beep. Line was dead.
Neel, a face casual and carefree and a smile having mix colors of radiance and shyness, was pale. Though his dropped eyes were matching to usually dropped shoulders. A search was going inside his mind. But all excuses were evading today. At last as a tired marathon runner his head drops to realize that now there is no escape. It was time for him to stand up and confront the truth.
As the thoughts were becoming slow a voice took over. ‘Neel’, his mother called. ‘Beta, come for dinner’.
With firm conviction Neel walked down the stairs. On seeing his parents on dinner table, their causal way of talking make Neel felt alienated like a gap was there between the firmness in him and happiness outside.
At last he broached. ‘Ma. There is a girl’. The silence concealed the words. An eye contact among three of them revealed the situation.  With a softening smile Maa asked , ‘What’s her name? Who is she? Tell us more about her’.  
‘Rozy’
The momentarily softening smile looked out place and replacing it with a triumph come blood. Blood always does not make cheeks red. It can run in eyes and without words you can gaze and destroy.
‘She is Christian’, his father asked.
‘Yes paa…’
‘See Neel. She is a Christian and friend it’s fine. But don’t let her be more than friend. You know that you are our only son. I will never accept any Christian in this house.’ With finality in voice his father finally finished dinner and went off.
 It was lifelong habit of his father to just force decision saintly. Or it was Neel’s pre-judged notions that didn’t allow his disagreement to his father’s decision to surface. Same thing was said by mother’s eyes, though in a little pleading way. However, there was no need of emotional talks now, matter was decided, accepted and settled by his father’s words.
2
Rozy, was out of her wits. Neel was not picking her phone. All sought of devastated thoughts were coming to her mind. She dropped messages also but no reply. At last she went to Neel’s house.
Walking heavily in whirlpool of hopes and fears, the first person she saw outside house sitting in verandah was Neel’s father. She greeted him politely.
‘You are Neel’s friend. Sit beta’
‘Neel has gone outside. He will be back in some time. What’s your name beta’
‘Rozy. How much time he will take?’
The name ringed in his mind. After settling the matter so easily with one decision, he was not able to chew that still something is remaining. As it was in Neel’s father habit to cut to point and put things to end. Thinking that he has set his son straight and now it is on him to correct this girl also, he said.
‘Oh! So you are the girl.’
‘See beta. I told this clearly to Neel. And I will tell this to you also. You are a Christian and no way in the world I am going to let my son marry a Christian girl. Neel has been matured and practical enough to understand. You too also face the reality and forget Neel.’
Rozy was dumbfounded. She was boiling inside but today like someone has put her in chains, she couldn’t vent out. Like heart has sucked life from everything her eyes, face and tongue. How can a stranger dictate her life to her?  May be it was straightness and expectedness of attack that took her. She wanted to say a lot more but she could only manage to utter.
‘Where is Neel?’
She got the answer by Neel’s father’s gaze which went over her shoulder. Neel was standing with dead expression. Like someone has chained his heart and thrown in deep sea and his face float above water visible to others. Rozy, was able to sense his feelings, his burden. But was she was not able to understand that why has he accepted it. The absence of action which eyes of Rozy observed created the doubts on her intuition. As general understanding this time also silence of Neel was taken as his consent.
On realizing, that Neel has made a choice, a free choice. Rozy, left as tears left her eyes.

3
Habit is strong thing. Sometimes it can better your emotions also. This is what happened with Neel. Though he was feeling spineless without love of his life, his father’s words had always shown him a path to tread. No one knows what was going inside Neel’s heart. Not even Neel because he never tried to touch his heart’s depth, because he never realized importance of listening to his own heart. Neel was happy or not, no one knows. He got married and was successful in maintaining a sober appearance and was carrying on with his daily life.
Rozy, was the one who got stuck because her only reality was what her heart showed to her.  She was not ready to accept things without asking questions. More questions she asked to herself more confused she became in words like reality, practicality, life, love. More confused she became more useless she felt. More useless she thought of herself more useless life seems to her. But such is a beauty of life if you don’t make a move it will force a move on you.
 John was a nice charming guy. He was someone who is at ease with people at social gatherings. Rozy met him at one such family function. At that time Rozy was trying to make sense of her every thought, when everything happening in life was a question for her. John’s careless way seemed so novel to Rozy at that time that she was attracted. Like attraction to opposite.
The day when he came to her house with his mother, his politeness spread sweetness in home. He asked her lot of questions what she does, what she likes, what she had studied. All the questions of which he already knew the answers he asked. Rozy, was getting irritated at this useless talks. Sensing something John said.
‘What is wrong? Are you not happy with this marriage? Is anything bothering you?’
And with straight face she said.
‘Yes. I loved someone else. And now I’ve to marry you. That is the problem.’
  ‘So what is the problem? I am not stopping you from loving others. You are always free to decide whom to love and whom to marry.’
The popping of shoulders and innocence of question took some weight away from Rozy’s heart. Like a new light which showed her that what she was considering poison was actually water. May be she had locked herself so much from everything else that now she felt surging life from this question. And she said ‘Yes’ to marriage.
4
The dawn of everyday starts with hope and enthusiasm. Then comes the time when things reflect in true light.
One day in evening when John, came at home, to Rozy.
‘Hey darling’
Rozy, turned and gave a strained smile. A smile which died before it was born.
‘Hey. How was your day?’
Though Rozy’s, demeanor was not different today than usual. Still it stung in John’s heart. All these days he thought that Rozy is in some pain and with time she will come over it. He waited but now he was losing his patience. After all he was also a human being. In return of his affection he also craved for affection.
John came closer to Rozy and looking in her eyes bought flowers in his hand forward near to her face.
‘This is for you my love’.
Softly and with affection Rozy took flowers.
‘Thank you my love. You are so sweet.’
Turning back again Rozy continued.
‘I’ve prepared your favorite Mushroom soup. Go and change.’
What John could have said? He couldn’t blame her. He knew something was missing in their relationship. A passion, a fire, a feeling of underneath bond was what John’s was searching for.  But he can’t blame Rozy. He has himself to blame. The blame was on hope that he had. A hope which said that human heart has strength to drench out memories and fall in love again.
5
Time passed. Two years. John knew that her relationship with Rozy was more systematic and defined than people working in office. He can always predict the answer Rozy was going to give. He missed the unpredictability of humans. In fact he started feeling void of human warmth.
The coldness he felt in her touch was now overpowering his fire. Rozy’s behavior, on other hand, was in such consistence that it looks she is in a kind of hidden ecstasy. 
‘John. Dinner is ready’
‘John. Dinner is ready. Will you come?’
‘I am not eating.’
‘Why? What happened?’
‘Nothing happened. Nothing. That is the problem that nothing is happening. For god’s sake leave me alone’.
And John thumped out of the room. Next morning when Rozy, woke up she found dinner still on table untouched. On the table one paper not was also there.
‘ Dear Rozy,
I am sorry. I was always pretending that everything is fine. May be I thought that by ignoring the pain it will go. Whatever it is I don’t exactly know now. I never felt that I am living with you. You were right you love someone else that is the problem. I couldn’t understand this at that time. I can’t blame you. I’ve put myself in this.
I don’t know what to do now. But something should be done. I can’t be with you more and suffocate. I don’t know how you would feel. Whatever it is I cannot escape the reality I am feeling in my heart now. I am leaving forever.’
For Rozy it was like manifestation of unaccepted reality. Her eyes become moist and moisture becomes tears. Was she happy that finally her pain won? Does endurance of her pain shows her true love to Neel? Will she find solace in fact that her feeling existed outside her heart also? She didn’t know. But she was able to understand what John must be feeling right now.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Just before bath


When i see you,
i  see you - and you look ug - ly.
When u speak and walk,
i see - again and u look ok.
When u sing with closed eyes,
i see again and u look beauti-ful.
When u dance wi-th open arms,
i see again and realize...

Thursday, October 4, 2012

What is taste?

What is taste?

I like strawberry only. I don't eat vanilla or any other ice cream. Is this taste?

I like strawberry because it taste like this. I like vanilla because it taste like this. Is this taste?

Am i sounding confusing. First, category should be clear to all. I would expand on second category.

Let us talk about people like coffee taster or wine taster. They generally don't talk in terms of i like. They say that this taste like this. That taste like that. I like this thing in this and that thing in that. OR sometimes i eat strawberry and feel like this. When i eat vanilla i feel like this. In short these people don't have hard and fast likings. They have contextual or you can say, they have kind of floating preferences.

Now, my question is who got the better taste buds? If you say category first. Then we should consider category second professionals lucky.
Anyways, wine tasting is a lucky profession only. :P

If i...


If i hurt you,
don't stare and expect to understand,
Just slap me.

If i hurt you,
don't think that i want to hurt you,
Just slap me.

If i hurt you,
don't bear me,
Just hurt me.

If i hurt you,
don't leave me,
Just slap me.

Monday, October 1, 2012

looking back

Was it I?
Was it she?
Was it he?
Was it they?

Who knows?

How it didn't happen?
Why it didn't happen?

Who knows?

Gone is Gone.
Only memories are left.

Sometimes in silence,
these memories come.

Does these arouse emotions? I wonder.
Does these start thoughts? Yes.
Does these thoughts tell me anything?

It cease by some other thoughts,
.... and then starts again.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Few lines...



Let rain spread the love,
Let river spread the compassion,
Let air spread the faith,
Let light spread the trust.
If not, then you,
From your smile shower rain,
From your eyes pour river,
From your lips blow air,
From your heart radiate light.

Monday, September 3, 2012

So i kissed...

So I Kissed...

Kiss, first kiss, how it would be, how would it feel, how
it will start and how it will end. These are some
common questions which everyone of us must have
thought at some time in their life.

I wish i could have answered this. But somehow i
kissed. After few kisses which are spread over a
period of couple of days. I got some fleeting feelings
which i am trying to pen down.

So it, it i mean kisses started with little kiss on cheek.
Little kisses in which you just prout your lips enough
to look like your are kissing.

Now coming start to kiss on lips. So, first attempt was
a little kiss on lips. Nothing happened. I mean nothing
special was like a normal kiss to any kid. May be
cause she didn't opened her lips. Nevertheless, it gave
confidence to try again.

After few such namesake kisses. She responded a
bit. I would like to add a fact that we were not in best
of position. I mean we were sitting side by side.

First kiss, which i would put in category of kissing a
girl came when i was pathetically trying to justify
pleasure of kissing and she took the hold. She took
the lower lip in her mouth and sucked it a bit. I
realized my lesson no. 1: You have to concentrate on
one lip at a time.

So, i learned and tried. It didn't came in first time.
(Hello!! its my first time guys and she was slow in
opening mouth :P)

Still something was missing. It felt like a kiss but it
was still too soft. Passion, Intensity were missing.
Though it started the conversation about kiss. We
were able to talk about the kiss that how we felt and
what curves our tounge felt. :)

Now step 2. I have no shame in accepting this that
she was a better kisser. Not actually step 2 but you
can call it like step 2 in quality of kiss. (Quality of
kiss, what the heck is this, am i feeling less guy :(
How can one classify kiss's quality. Isn't it all about
feelings? ). Anyways, so now we start concentrating
on role of tounge in kiss. When she start opening her
mouth (Thank god !!) I was trying to poke my tounge in
but again ridiculous attempt.

This also she showed me how to do. She sucked my
tounge in her mouth (at one point it even hurted). And
then i can say that yes i felt the kiss. I felt it inside my
body.

And when it is at intensity. Hug becomes tighter, feel
like pulling each other heads. I didn't wanted to stop
just keep on going on, i even become breathless. But
she realised that now its over she tried to withdraw i
tried to hold her but she stoped.

And when it going on various thoughts were running
through my mind what i am feeling, where her tounge
is moving, what i shoud do with my tounge. In the end
when she did it, it was great. Awesome.

P.S: Just want to add that finally we had a breath
taking kiss. Apart from this, she gave me a short
series of kiss on my face and those were so relaxing.
Those made me feel out of the world.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

About my heart - not mine

My heart is like a singing bird,
Who fly so fast,
For any one to listen its full song.
My heart is like an apple tree,
Which is so high,
For any one to have its red, thick fruits.
My heart is like a rainbow,
Which with all its colors,
Hide its true colors from everyone.
My heart is beautiful.
But for it to be glad,
Someone should swing to rhythm of bird's song,
Someone should have tree's fruits,
Someone should see the rainbow's true color.
But important is who does it or someone does it?

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Daru, sex aur sucide

I read a book. Don't remember its name. It was a Booker Prize winner. Its name starts with letter 'F'. The protagonist in book had a morbid sensation of death and sex. He was always having a eerie feeling of death in sex.
I would like to add one more element that is alcohol to this list. I see death and alcohol as way of escapism. Most people might agree with me on this (I think). However, sex is seen as something for pleasure. Something, with which life is associated.
Can alcohol,sex and death be alternative to each other? Sex if you consider it at soul level. Two human beings becoming one. It also have loss of identity (may be momentarily). But loss of identity, loss of ego, loss of self might give a feeling of escaping from current situation to other world. Is that's why people call sex as stress buster?
I think sex  can be helpful for people who have obsession or inclination towards alcohol or people having suicidal tendencies.
Basic feature for relief from stress is to escape from stress. To take your mind somewhere else. So, weak memory can be a real boon in case of stress.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Few lines twitter won't allow

1.) I leave you the day clouds will be thirsty,
i leave you the day stars will be dark,
i leave you the day we will walk on sky,
i leave everything the day you will call me.

2.) What's in the looks, what you called ugly,
embraced with love, looks as beautiful as your heart.