Hello !

A girl who leads a virtual and philosophical life.
She has a wise goat in her brain who takes a walk in a new quadrant of the globe everyday .
When back home from its grazing path it shares her heart with the girl whom she confides in.
The girl listens to her , gets poetic sometimes.
Someday she feels rather very informed when she gets to know about the technological advances.
Sometimes lands herself in a jigsaw situation.
Sometimes she is rather bewildered yet confident.
Spriritual sometimes , rather emotional sometimes!

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Demystifying clueless creativity


You have bundle of talent!
She is very creative!
Oh, That was innovative! No wonder it was you!
I was sure you could crack that thing!

Excuse me? Is it about me you are talking about ?

ME:Writing non sense is creative ?
X:Oh! She is so arrogant . Let the appreciation not go on her head . I was just appreciating her and she is proving me wrong!
ME: Hello people ! I'm more confused rather than arrogant here... You like me? I'm curious enough to ask you what thing attracts you.. Sarcasm...in a world of sarcasm where everyone throttles sarcasm I stand nowhere, give me some space . Let me try walking on the earth because life out there on cloud 9 is so suffocating... As a human I firmly believe staying grounded helps because you are ultimately going to be grounded.Doing your share of work before wrapping up your life is the basic criteria.If you leave me suffocating there when do you think, Ill be wrapping away the job I am actually supposed to accomplish ?

Serendipity

Serendipity is good luck in making unexpected and fortunate discovery
I cerebrated about writing this just because of three main reasons.
1) My English has gone to dogs
2) I have my exams nearing and books have begun to repel me
3)I happened to stumble on my previous posts and blogs and observed the change that I underwent.

I was busy deleting contents from my gadget so that I could create enough space to accommodate new articles , pictures , videos etc... I cleared the excessive things , emails into trash and then moved in the notes i'd written so far. the list was as long as it could wrap them around a feminine body so as to cover it completely. I slowly deleted the too many to do lists I jotted down.Then came a flow of articles one after the other , some were lame , very very lame. And some I thought Were copied and then pasted in the notes by me ... i was about to trash it out just then some expressions like eh , gawd ! Appeared in the field of my vision .i then realised that I'd written them. Oh yes, it was just an year ago, I was a mature lass in my writings at least. I tried speaking up about relations , support and facts. Now? Things changed. I write sarcastically , I know it has been the flavour of my articles so far but the facts instead of talking about the issues and something necessary degraded gradually and now I talk about fiction , supernatural things , poetry , parodies. This was surely a serendipity because it helped me to assess myself.
They say the face is a mirror of the state of mind ... I do not totally disagree but would like to add something else to it. Writings not only reflect your state of mind but also the change of mind.
Thanx

Thursday, October 3, 2013

The smartphone people

The smart phone people
When the angels talk about the world in the heavens above
I ‘m sure they have no words for the people who never love
Being  Social and humanitarian are the qualities that are like the hand and the glove
If one comes the other shows up
It does not matter if you are poor
Socializing with the right person will let the chances pour.
Some choose to be as lonely as a cloud
With a smart phone  and a screen guard.
All at once when they face a crowd
Oh not me, they say and flutter away like a coward.
Millions you see at once
Tossing  their heads sprightly into your eyes and then into their phones.
They outdo the sparkling waves in glee,
Even when it rains they refuse to come out and see.
Helping such people is a difficult matter,
They do not look beyond the internet server.
Call them as crazy as hatter
They ask you how do you keep your contacts perpendicular
They talk with the strangers for hours together
They have nothing to talk to their families except for the weather.
When you engage them in a profound meditation
They open their eye for every beep of notification.
Socializing is a cup of coffee they say
Shivering keeps them at bay.
They make fun of the highly social and high toned people
They thing being social takes nothing more than an apple
One has to be like a bee
That always works in sync with the insects of the same species.
There has to be a motivation
Concern with the suffering alleviation.
I will , I will arise and log out
Go elsewhere, where the evening is full of people who talk to one another.
Where children and parents hang out
Standing on a roadway I fear.
Will I find such place
Or will remain a wanderer forever?


The Fantasy - Gin and the Dowryland


Gin and the Dowry  Land

In the slum of Saroornagar was Nina , sweating profusely , sauté  her tomato curry and rolling chapatis four by four kitchen. No sooner did she take a pinch of salt to add up in her curry than she felt sharp pain. She gasped for a minute and moved to her right to blow over the wound. She unintentionally tilted the roller which rolled down over the thali. There was a bang , the flour was all over the kitchen. She coughed the flour, sneezed for a while and then began to dust her hair, which were totally coated by the flour.
While dusting her clothes she found a pale tale like thing making sweeping movements on the ground. When she raised her head   , she saw an extra-terrestrial creature more like a Gin. Nina did not know what had happened. For she attempted to stand, but found that something had happened to prevent her from doing this. Sitting down in an upright foot was severed from the ankle. This discovery did not shock her much as she was used to these pains. For as she could feel  pain, she examined every portion of her body. Seeing the Gin staring at her, she shouted to him for assistance.
"Have some water, lady. "said the creature gaily."You have wasted enough flour." smiled the Gin . "Tell me who the hell are you?" yelled Nina aggressively."My name is Zoraver Otteoman Oudhwan Midasi. You can call me zoom .Look at you lips they are terribly bruised. Your fingers all wounded. Its very surprising to see a stern lady like you facing a weird creature with so much courage."
"Its none of your business , you cursed creature! I expect you to disappearance to be as swift as your appearance."She yelled."I read minds young lady." said Zoom. There was a moment of silence . She later admitted about the torments she had to bear as her husband harassed her for dowry."I had a misconception that women in nuclear families do not face the dowry issues. But the evil resides in the minds of people irrespective of the relation." She went on blabbering.

If I were a man , I would refuse the dowry beforehand .Its such a good for nothing thing. In a speck of time, her long plaited hair disappeared . Now she wore a bobbed look. Her clean spotless smooth face now had hairy texture. She now had a handlebar moustache. Her two meter long saree got transformed into a loose dhoti which she soon fixed. Her deep necked blouse was now a loose kurta. She was astonished at the proceedings. There was long silence in the room. Zoom decided not to question her. Her little ratty face went absolutely went blank and she now he sat blank and staring at the mirror.
"Now you are identified as Narendra Kumar. Never reveal this incident to anybody. Go try making a change. Marry a girl without Dowry and make you living." Said Zoom.
Meanwhile Arun  , Nina's husband was a gambler , an alcoholic and a chain smoker. On his way home he decided to lit off his cigarettes. He threw it on the right side of the path .Little did he take in notice of the stock of the straw near the stable located there. The spark of the cigarette soon began to spread, he raised his leg to put it off, just then the spark turned into huge flame and Zoom appeared. He offered to fulfill Arun's wishes if he let him set ablaze the whole stable. Arun , an ever greedy gamble agreed. The stable was burnt to ashes.
Zoom now came to Arun , amused at first understood and was perfectly willing. Arun said, "I want to wish , dreadfully. I have a vague and delightful feeling now.I wish to marry the most beautiful lady in the city as I have had enough marital and financial problems so far. The second wish is that I want her to be the daughter of the most  wealthy merchant in the city .Zoom smiled, then raised his voice saying, As you wish young man!
Arun found himself in the groom's seat dressed up as a groom. His foul body odor was now a pleasant fragrance. He was on his toes drooling. The bride adored him. The food in the wedding was sumptous. He was romping around in his new in-law mansion. Soon the caresses annoyed him , the softness of his bed nauseated him. He turned so fat that he developed a feeling of disgust for himself. He got back to casinos for gambling . His father-in-law was greatly annoyed by this. Gradually , he began to set a limit for his expenditure.
At one instance he lost a huge deal of money to his opponent."Pshaw.I will win plenty other deals. After a game that lasted for an hour, he lost the game. He jumped onto the table and snatched the money. His opponent gave him a terrific wallop across his back with a billiard stick . He dropped the money, cursed rather vulgarly and escaped. He went to the palace heavily drunk.
Arun slipped on the slimy floor , hardly did he reach his bedroom , than he began to tremble."What's the problem in one's son-in-law money to spend . At least when his image is at stalk." said he."It is foolish to spend on a gambler when he begins to loose . "She retorted."Loose? You call me a loser? "There was a moment of silence. " You annoying woman! you and your annoying family .A bucket full of water from an ocean hardly makes any difference. But you people are from the lineage of misers!"
He pulled her hair violently, slapped her and pushed her so hard that her head banged to the mirror and she began to bleed. She fell dead due to profuse blood loss.
The furious old man in no time called up the police. Arun was now charged for murder. Arun was behind the bars handcuffed. His cellmate tried to console him by saying it was necessary to wait and have patience.

Nina now Narendra struggled to find a job. He then married Meghana , a girl with modern outlook against all irrelevant customs and traditions . The marriage was a small affair without  any extravagance. Meghana was an extravagant woman.  Narendra after a lot of struggle got a job in an IT firm. Being a housewife Nina was not skilled enough to secure a job with handsome pay. Everyday posed as a new challenge for him or her. With a  lot of patience and wisdom he kept managing the  things. The landlord had been troubling Narendra for the rent  as well as the deposit for his rented house. Narendra kept delaying things till the day when he finally made up twenty thousand rupees cash .Meghana spent Narendra's hard earned twenty thousand rupees for a charity. Things went out of proportion when she began to argue with Narendra for her rights as a life partner.
“ This is "MY" money,  hard earned money! It took a lot of time to make up an amount for rent and you Miss Philanthropist gave it for the purpose charity? How foolish was that? Go get some money from your Daddy dearest's place if you wish to spend so extravagantly.I would ask nothing then.”
Meghana equally furious shot back.” I believed you to be a man of high ideals. Now as you have now demanded dowry, you shall face the circumstances.”Are you crazy? Dowry? Have you lost it?  The argument grew worse and worse. Then by the peak of the time they began to abuse one another. Narendra lost his temper and slapped Meghana , locked her up in a room and asked her to keep quiet. He was worried about the rent, he already had enough debts on his name. Once he unlocked his wife,she rushed to the police station and lodged a complaint against NarenPra alleging that he was demanding dowry. Narendra or Nina was in the locker in no time.
She was in a corner weeping, His inmates were surprised as it was not a usual sight to see a man weep so much with grief. She realized what her husband was through.
In a blink of time , they both found themselves in the same place. Nina rubbed her eyes , coughed one more time, she found nothing but a mess of flour on the ground. She yelled "Zooom! Zoraver blah blah whatever your name is!" She found nobody around .Meanwhile, Arun stood there scratching his head. The spark of the cigarette was as small as an emerald. He immediately put off with his leather shoe. Once he was home, the couple exchanged their experiences or dreams with one another.
Nina realized that a revolution against dowry has nothing to do with the gender but the change is to be brought in the minds of people.  She determined that she would work hard to add Up to her husband's wallet instead of troubling her parents /husband. Arun realized that the world's treasure would fall short once you fall in the clutches of gambling and extravagance. He also realized that it was his addiction to alcohol and gambling that led him to murder his wife in his dreams at least. He apologized to Nina , who soon forgave him understanding his miseries. Nina began to work from home while Arun gave up gambling. The domestic violence steadily reduced and totally vanished from the household.
Zoom was on his job finding some other grief stuck couple so that he could counsel them in their dreams at least.

I would like to conclude saying that the money has nothing to do with the dowry . It is the patience and  the mutual understanding that plays a major role in maintaining the peace of the house.

Everything has a first time. I was never amongst the story making child nor a narrator in child hood. So , when I thought I should shake in a leg here . I did. And Tadaaaaaaaaaaaa! THE STORY IS HERE!
Do let me know how it is :) Criticism is welcome
Enjoy and let enjoy!

The kavita

Hello Hindians there!
I know this is suppose to be an ENglish Blog but hell doesn't break in if there is a lil bit of Hinglish . As an Indian I just can't get away from my Hindi and Urdu roots which I blabber all the time and be an english speaking imposter .

The poem begins with a description of a girl born in the city of Nawabs, the way she is brought up and finally the quest of her family in finding a suitable compatible spouse for their daughter.

Dhoom machakar janmi ladki khan saab ke ghar
kilkariya aur cheeke maare nanhi jaan raat bhar
Gali Mohalla ghoom rahi hai Khan saab ki toli
Jo mila uske haath bhejdete mithai ki katori
Ghar par inaam maang rahe hai hijre dil me liye umang
Dhoom machakar janmi ladki khan saab ke ghar

Naniji lekar aayi use kamre ke bahar
Dadiji ne kaha ki ladki ka rang gaya hai naniyaal par
Dadiyaal me hai sab gore chitthe dekho jidhar kidhar
Aankhein badi badi gayi hai Khan saab ki jaisi
Naak naati hi rahi mausi ji ke jaisi
Gol matol beti hui Buaji ke jaisi
Patle hoth laayi hai bilkul dadi ji ke jaise
Dhoom machakar janmi ladki khan saab ke ghar

Khan saab ne dekha usko bhali bhanti muskaaye
Jo hai Allah Ka Shukr hai kehkar godhi me use uthae
Naam ladki ka Laila , Hasina , Jamila hoga chachi ji ne kaha
Naam to Ayesha , Amina , Sumayya jaisa ala hoga Dadi ne kaha
In dono ki muth bhed me khansaab ne Ma ka saath diya
huzoor ki biwiyo ke naam me se Ayesha naam chuna
Sar neeche kiye roti ladki ko manate hue thi Khansaab ki biwi padi
Chup hoja beta dekh Abbu kya laaye? kehti rehti

Saal beeta Ayesha ne badbadana jald hi seekha
Ammi Abba, Dada Dadi , Nana nani , aunty kehna fatafat seekha
Shuru kiya Ammi ne usse La ilaha padhana
Bhagti thi wo idhar udhar , do chaate markar padhta tha usko bithana
Dadi kehti kyu ho bahu tum ladki ke saath saqt pesh aati
Umar hai uski khelne ki seekh legi kisi aur din gudya
Daud wo jaati dadi ke aanchal me jab padhne ki baari aati

Chaar saal me ki khan saab ne bismillah ki dawat
Bulaya mohalle ke sadar se faqeer sab ko
Mangwaye Bismillah ke laddu
Aayi Ayesha baithi beech mehfil me
Taakti rehti apni ma ko jo thi masroof mehmaan ki kidmat me
Ghat se pakad liya usne apni Dadiji ka aanchal
Chupne lagi Dadi ke peeche sabki nazar se chupte hue
Kaha jab Moulvi ne Bismillah kehne ko
Ro padi bechaari dekh kar Moulvi ki lambi daadhi
Bada manane ke baad kaha usne BISMILLAH

Paanch saal ki umar bheja usko isaayi madrase ko
Ghar aakar boli A for Apple B for Bua C for Chachi har ek ko
Kuch saal me kiya matric pass behtreen numbero se
Dadi ne pehnaaye phool aur di sone ke jhumkeh din
Kuch din me dhundhne lage uske liye rishte.

Ladka ho to eklauta ho
na ho uska koi bhai ya behen
Ma baap ho zaeef se ya  ho
saath samandar par rehen
Kamaato ho kamse kam pachaas saath hazaar
Ya ho qudka karobar thos ho jiski buniyaad

Dikhne me ho lamba chauda
Gora chittha milgaya to theek hai warna
sawla bhi chaljaaye
Kad ho khansaab se uncha
Darja ho kamse kam Khansaab ke jaisa
Izzat ho jiski beshumaar
Use banane baithi thi Dadi apne ghar ka Damaad

Aaye kayi ladke dekhne unke ghar
Kisi ko chahiye the ladki unchi
Kisi ko chahiye the gori
Kisi ko chahiye thi naazuk kali
Kisi ko chahiye thi degree padhi

Jab ladki dikhti pehni jeans kehti chachi ye nahi hai kapdo ki tameez
Jab pehenti salwar kameez , ladke kehte ladki me nahi koi modern cheez
Dhundhte Dhundhte hua saara khandaan pareshaan shayad hi koi miljaaye unki beti ko shohar
Karte rahe sadqa , ki kayi duaen , Gaye Haj karne Khuda ke ghar ...
Aage ki story to be continued later ;)
There is a story, a kahani , a poem , a kavita whatsoever you name it.
When the rest of the world is sailing in the ship of poetry , I thought of splashing and playing with the water for a brief course of time.



Enjoy and let enjoy!