Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Here's to You, Maa

 
 I believe we can all unanimously agree that MOTHERS come in many forms. And in this post, I raise my cup of tea to salute you, Maa, wherever you are, whoever you may be.

*Coughs to clear throat*

So, here's to the new moms, overwhelmed, dizzy, exhausted and trying to figure out how she can fall in love with someone she has met a few minutes back.

Here's to the mom who struggles in labour when her husband fills out the hospital forms with shaky hands. Here's to the moms who buy books, join courses and attend classes to learn, dream and pray for someone they haven't even met. Here's to those veteran moms, who hold their breaths and stare at telephones for a good news from the other side.
Here's to the moms about-to-be, who spend sleepless nights burning the hope of flame in their eyes thinking, maybe the coming week...

And for the mom who lost her baby before seeing her! Stay strong and rekindle the flame of hope because your bundle of joy will come. You just don't know the right date yet.

Here's to the mothers of naughty ones who spend all days shouting, screaming, running, chasing, dusting, moping, retying shoe laces and kissing skinned knees. Here's to the mom who reads Alice in Wonderland every night and runs around chasing her little one to clip his fingernails.

Here's to the moms of adolescents who deal with teenage mumbles and grunts. Here's to the mom who cries and misses her little girl who used to walk holding her fingers and one who never wants to share anything with her anymore.
Here's to the mom who shares her own stories to inspire her little one, keep checking the time, supply chocolates and movie tickets on a regular basis and stares at the old photographs. Here's to the mom who shares the last bit of wisdom into the shortest time available before her baby bird flies away.

Here's to the mom of grown ups who only pray, cook and do laundry for their big ones who spends night with friends only to return home exhausted and drunk.

Here's to the moms who work 24x7 for her family. Here's to moms who are the true bosses. Here's to the city moms and small town moms! Here's to Hitler moms and best friend moms. Here's to strict moms with soft hearts and soft moms with strict hearts!

Here's to all the step-moms who embrace the joy of being a bonus parent without crossing the boundary set by the woman who was there before her. Here's to army moms who spend years alone while his little one protects the country for many other moms sleeping peacefully at their homes. Here's to moms who has gracefully handled ups and downs that would sound like a fairy tale to many of us.

Here's to the moms who have little ones struggling with physical limitations. Here's to them who gets up first in the morning only for her child even when she couldn't sleep well all night long.

Here's to the moms who always dreamt of having her own baby but encouraged someone else's kid into a successful adult he has become. Here's to all the sisters, nannies and babysitters who look after us with equal love and care that of a mother.

Here's to the mom who lets her child cook burnt pies on weekends and enjoys eating them. Here's to all the single moms who carry their little ones on their strong backs. And who do not have babies to make pancakes for them.

Here's to the greatest and most attractive cheerleaders I've seen standing outside fields under the scorching sun for hours only to see their child playing. Here's to the moms who takes us to nursery classes and wait outside all day long only to give us a sense of relief when we come out. Here's to the moms who drops everything and comes running when we need her the most.

Here's to the moms who can sense what's wrong and wrap us with her big furry wings when our friends or lovers leave. Whatever kind of mom you are or had, we're all blessed. And our best blessing is our moms.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Stung By The Bitterfly

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It has been more than a year since I'm using a touch phone but I still can't type as fast as I used to on my last Nokia phone. It's not that my fingers are too thick to press the alphabets. I think I just miss the joy of pressing-a-tiny-button feeling.

I couldn't convince Ratul about this silly nostalgia. He unwrapped the chicken sandwich, took a mouthfull, and started talking like that.
“Mmm, what nonsense. Don't be so prehistoric.”

Ironically, I thought of the same line looking at him talking with his mouthfull and his half chewed food dipped in saliva. But I don't readily participate in arguments.
I wanted to talk about something else."Hey, do you remember Ananya?"

He squinted his eyes to remember someone whom he has forgotten long back...

Oh that girl, what's her name? Ananya, that's right! My god, you still remember her?
I smiled. Dude! You were the one who used to stand outside the girls' college for a glance of her.

Yes yes now I remember that bitch. Ratul smirked. I wanted to talk to her for so many days but that bitch didn't care about my feelings.

I didn't want to ask anything about his love life any more. I didn't want him to tag me as one of those boring aunties who keeps on asking about relationships. I just wanted to continue the conversation with my friend whom I've been meeting after 10 years. I took a quiet sip of the cappuccino I've ordered 15 minutes back. The coffee felt good, it was the only thing that was familiar and comfortable in this unfriendly atmosphere.

I was searching quickly for topics to take the conversation forward – college teachers? Old friends? College canteen? Those short walks after college? Cricket matches? Politics? Before I could select any of these, Ratul's voice jerked me back to the sandwich joint.
You are in corporate sector, no? I could sense he wanted to know more about my profession.
I nodded, It's a software company. I'm...
Huh! These private firms you know? He shrugged his shoulders. You never know when they are going to fire you. Look at me, leading a secure life, a business that's doing well...
I was wrong, he had no intention to hear about me. He asked so that he can speak for himself.
I smiled and nodded gently. I couldn't find the guy in me who used to protest and argue every time he didn't like something. Rebels! I smiled at my own thought. Ratul interpreted my silence differently, like I have nothing to say and he had well established that he's leading a better life than I am.

So why did you want to meet me after 10 years? I asked him.
To let me show how badly you eat? How badly your breath stinks? Or how well your business is doing? But I couldn't mention any of these to him!

Oh I found an old photograph of ours. Remember the one we all took together on the last day of the college? I wanted to meet some of my old friends and you are one of them.

Am I the first one or have you met others? I couldn't hide the curiosity in my voice. 10 years have passed since I haven't met them.

Yes, I met Nikhil and Raghav. Ratul grinned.

Nikhil? The one we used to call Ramu Kaka? I chuckled.

Ratul smiled, yes our Ramu Kaka... God you should have seen his expression when I called him by that name. We both talked about you, our in-house artist. By the way, do you still draw? I was looking for a good drawing teacher for my niece.

I laughed out. Perhaps a bit too loud. I imagined myself teaching a snobbish kid how to draw straight lines after spending 12 long hours in office.

I still paint, but I didn't learn from anyone. I know someone who can help you, I'll give you his details. I didn't want to sound rude and one of my old friends run a drawing school too.

Hey, are you single? It came too fast. Faster than I can leave the ball without calling myself any trouble. I nodded and smiled, didn't want the bowler to realize how nervous I was.

Ohho! Who's the lucky one? Is she someone from our college? Ratul didn't look happy bowling just one bouncer.

Yes, she is from our college. I wanted to get out of the place and avoid this topic desperately. I stood up. Hey let's get out of here, there's a nice park nearby. Suddenly my cellphone rang, I took out the mobile from my pocket, it was her! I grinned and received the call without letting him speak anything else. He shouldn't forget the rule, there's only one bouncer allowed in an over.

"Hi, where are you? I've cooked your favorite dish for lunch."
I thanked my lucky stars, I got the right phone call, the right voice, right in time. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her but I wanted to do it the other way. Honey, I'll be there within 15 minutes with your favorite Kaju Barfi. After I disconnected the call, Ratul patted my back... family man! I'll meet Bhaviji someday and tell her how lucky she is. I shook his hand sincerely. He sat on his bike, a new model that became popular for a movie but 2 wheelers never attracted me. Still I patted his back, nice bike dude.
Isn't it? He smiled, 4 lakhs, imported. The one Amir Khan has in Dhoom 3. He kick-started the engine...
I knew this was the last time I was going to meet him. I took out the mobile from my pocket and dialed my wife. She picked up almost instantly.

Hello?
I always loved the way she said that special 'Hello' to me.
Ananya, would you like to have Gulab Jamun too? I could still see Ratul's bike far away.
Then finished my sentence, OK great! By the way, you won't believe whom I met today...

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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Where The Road Meets The Sun

night light


“Let me buy you a hotel room.”
“Oh, thanks but we have a tent with us.”
“Really? Come on, just let me buy you a hotel room up here in this next town.”
“We’ll be fine. Really. You’ve already helped us so much by picking us up. We weren’t expecting to get a ride at such an odd hour."
“I don't want anything from you in return. I just want to buy you a hotel room."
I was slowly losing my patience. "Thanks, but we would like to sleep in the tent."
"Okay. Then please at least don't say no to this.”
The old man gave me some money. I looked back at my friend over the seat, not knowing what to do with it.
“My daughter ran away last week,” he hides his eyes to the road through the windshield.
“Please," the old man says, "I insist.”

Friday, April 5, 2013

A (S)hort (M)urder (S)tory

sms love

If you’re reading this sms, that means you still don’t know that your brakes won’t work.
I’m sorry, but I always find it hard to say goodbyes to the people I love so dearly.
So this was the best way for both of us.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The Last Confession


Dear,

They’re calling me mad for what I’ve done.
At least you’re the one who knows I’m not!
I spent sleepless nights in this Jail asking them to contact my lawyer.
To write a letter to my wife…
They called the doctors, they tortured me.
Today the court has ordered to put me in an asylum!
We’ll never be able to meet again.
But trust me, I wasn’t angry, neither mad, when I pushed you down from the 12th floor.


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

And Let There Be Light!



1, 2, 3...

“Hey what are you doing?” She asked!

7, 8... counting words! Can't you hear?

But, you are counting numbers!

It's all the same... 15, 16, 17, 18...

I can't see anything! Stop counting and let me open my eyes.

22, 23, 24, 25, 26...

Hey! I'm talking to you.

Shut up and let me count... 33, 34, 35...

Jack? What kind of surprise is this? What are you doing?

Shhh... 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48...

If this is another one of those silly trick of yours, I'm gonna kill you!

51, 52, 53...

Fine! Go on...

57, 58, 59...

Jack?

Open your eyes!

She hesitantly opened her eyes very slowly.

“Oh Jack! I can see again! She cried out with joy. I can't believe it! I can...

She couldn't speak anymore. His two eyes were covered with bandage but he was smiling. That charming old smile she saw 11 years back before that car accident...

JACK!!! She screamed! Why did you do this?????? And broke down with tears.

Shhh... he touched her lips with his finger and whispered gently - “I wanted to write a short story in just one minute! Thank you for letting me complete it.”

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Last Page of Her Diary

Does everyone become conscious a day how dim-witted they are? Can’t tell about others but I was as stupid as a box of rocks.

Diary, you’re the only one who has read all the chapters of my existence. Today, before I turn off the light, and embrace the creepy hours of darkness unconsciously… I want to open my clothes one by one and bare my heart to you.
I knew I have a bloodcurdling sixth sense that often becomes an annoyance for me. But, I couldn’t realize it will cost me the most valuable possession of my life a day.

Have you ever noticed the conclusion of an oil lamp? The more the oil reduce, darkness crawls forward… slowly… but gradually! There was a time when I couldn’t visualize such a dismal end of my life. But today, standing on this juncture, the eagerness of a dying lamp has gone astray! It is not a bitter end; I’m just going to start a new life without Rahul!

After all, a bitch has all the rights to begin a new-fangled life… and this time without repeating the misapprehensions! I was wrong about him, there was no love for me… he was only drooling for my bare body! I never realized my life was destined to be a sex toy! Wish I could go to downstairs, take out the petrol from Sam’s car, pour it on my body and blaze the dimmed flame of the dying lamp…one last time! But, like many other lamps in this world of creeping darkness… I’m frail, as weak as the dying flame of a ravished lamp.

I was traumatized to discover that everything he told me was fake… in these 6 years of our relationship he was only fascinated with my body.

It’s already six years and he already knows my body inch by inch, how long will he pretend so hard to show off his loyalty towards me? He was apologetic but I relieved him of such a stress. He jumped off his bed and threw a blanket on that girl to cover his greed and said he will clarify the whole thing… but I didn’t want any explanations!

This is not going to be another of those nagging breakups where the girl ends up blaming the guy and lives as a symbol of virtue for the rest of her life. It’s almost 11:10pm at night… in an hour or two everything will be hunkered down for the long bleak darkness. The end of an oil lamp always becomes red… look it’s red all around me body… my ravished body… floating on my tainted blood! Waiting for the fondle touch of growing shadows…

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