Tomorrow is a mirage

Every evening when all the unfinished tales of the heart file  complaints against their sufferings , the brain works in the direction of calculating the perfect answer ; TOMORROW 

How far could the manipulated games of the intricate architecture, seated under the skull ,govern the breathing of the heart by cajoling it with such meaningles quotes ? In reality,  Tomorrow is a mirage, floating on the shallow surface of a myth ; TOMORROW never comes as it's a wishful flyer , hovering over the clouds of imaginations, wherein lovers meet in a quietude and hymns from the sky precipitate into the real

showers of blessings.Tomorrow is a slithery mask that falls off any moment to reveal the bitter truths of incapable parted companions who never met again.

Don't show me the dream of TOMORROW; for it's the parasite that has sucked the gifts of love and , it's on the track of gnawing more.

The sound of love

Straight from the heart of Maansi, the girl who believed the sound of the heart strings.

Silence , you gave me , silence you taught me,  silence replaced the sweet whispers of love , but why didn't you preach the heart to stop the outcry of the wounded dreams? 

You showed me the path to the dark oblivion,  where I had to get lost, you turned deaf to my words, you roared like tbe furious ocean and then settled down with your mute sighs , you plucked the strings of my soul and then played the melodious renditions of ardour . The season changed and so did your rhythms.  You resonated with the sulky silence and left my heart quivering in need of your vibrations. 

It was then when I heard the song of the heart that echoed in the silence you had sent me to

 My voice you will never hear, you will only hear the  scream of my loudest silence but I still hear the heart playing the song of love

Still, somewhere, somehow , someday, the song of the sea of love will seep through the pores of your skin and reverberate your soul with my sacred  admiration 

Justice for Sushant

Why does a "Gully Boy "win over real hero "Chhichhode"? Why does Kangana have to shout out the truth alone? When trophies are the traumatizing lies then talents have to pave their path to self actualization . His persistent endeavors to ignore the ignorances that he had been facing from the coterie of Tinsel town's black souls are now apparent ; the demons that have smashed the dreams of a thousands youngsters striving to win hearts by skills and competencies have been brought to people's vengeance. 

The devils of favouritism couldn't see a so called small town boy evolve like the rising sun, hence a pre planned cold blooded brutality spinned in like the wildest whirlpool , engulfing all the truths away . The tornado passed swiping away our beloved actor who is  believed to be  synonymous to self belief and an epitome of talent, intellect and self reliance. 

14 th July, 2020,  the nation goes in a shocking valley of dark alleys, all leading to the unbelievable, saddest fact of the era , that Sushant Singh Rajput died of suicide. Then comes some other thread to give this news a stronger fabric; he was a patient of depression ; A melancholic outcry of silence grips the nation and then emerge a million debates , a trillion arguments ; nepotism, suicide, depression, mental health and webinars . But none of these could suppress the loudest lament of the morose hearts that were not ready to accept this fake take if suicide and depression.

Lobbies, mafias and the masquerade don't commit crimes with loose ends but irrespective of multiple efforts to conceal the facts under fabricated stories, the divine soul of the young actor moved the peoole of the country into a revolutionary demand for justice . It was hard to believe because the sequence of facts and figures before and after his death didn't suggest suicide. 

Kangana's brave steps in support of Sushant and her revelations ignited the fire that spread around like blazing Amber. Shatrughan Sinha, Shekhar Kapoor , Shekhar Suman, Abhijeet and above all Arnab Goswami's fearless debates have very much exposed the deeds of these gangsters who enacted heroes to misguided innocent hearts like us.

Gone are the days when we, the proud citizens of India and the aggrieved supporters of Sushant will ever go to watch the fucking business of this underworld on the silver screen in a lavish hall with some expensive packets of not so tasty snacks. India has been awakened by Sushants endless slumber. We revolt, we boycott each and every actor who has taken his share of accolades and appreciations due to the fact that he stood by his principles and never became a part of these  lobbies. 

Hats off to the self made star, Sushant ; the proud Bihari , who has led the March against nepotism.  The rest will be done by the young India of 2020, the nation will expose the culprits and no more gully boys will ever snatch away the troohies from real heroes. 

Sushant  we love you. If only you lived , you would have seen how young and old hearts beat for you. You are the winner . 

 

Broken relationship, unbroken love

"You don't deserve a text from me " and the conversation ended into a blocked profile. This time it was again Ananya , who was blocked.  The day started with a hate comment by someone she loved like the eternal raindrops. Nothing had ever moved her heart like the drops of heaven and his eyes but angels and raindroos hardly stay in your life, no matter how tightly you grip them. Like the waves of the sea that rise , fall and rise again,  to reach the shores ,she had been yearning to reach him but things never fell in the right place  since the day Amay had forbidden her. 

Years passed, seasons changed but time never showered mercy upon her, probably because love couldn't be equivalent to mercy,  she too never thought of being pitied by him   she simply wanted her space in his arms where she had discovered an euphoric kingdom of paradise. 

" just get lost " 

" you are a slut"

" Go away " 

And many other phrases came in between whenver she tried mending her relationship with him . It seemed the man whom she loved was murdered by his furious doppelganger . She found him nowhere. 

Some five years ago, in the season of fall , when trees were eager to shed their old leaves to have the fresh foliage,  Amay gave his last words to her, " I will prove how I will become a mere name in your life "

She cried , she wandered around in pain like the drifting vagabond, clouds hovering in the vast sky to find their solace, and then like those pathetic clouds she too burst into downpours of tears. Questioning herself that what was her fault and what led him to such a barbaric behaviour.  A lovestruck heart had turned into a  volcano of  anger . A woman in love is however more pathetic than anyone or anything in the world because a woman's love, if true is irreversible, but he knew only one fact ; the fact that he wasn't the only one in her life .

Time is the best teacher and so it taught her a big lesson ; the harshest truth of life ; You can't have someone in your life , if you can't possess them publicly " 

Her erroneous love was an incorrigible lie in his eyes . Although it's believed that true love finds its way and that it's hard to find , yet no such rule or funda did ever move him. He had taken a decision for once and for all and that's where the story begins......

So  at this point we come back to the same derivation; it's a men's world,  wherein all types of decisions are taken by them . Why do we befool  ourselves by thinking that it's an era of women empowerment ? Decisions are still taken by the opposite genders in  every  relationship. 

Ananya was rejected by Amay because he couldn't accept her with all her bitter  facts and that he was unable to see their love as a concealed  ardour  between two people who couldn't possess each other fearlessly. 

 

But what was Ananya's fault? Did she need to preplan before things happened between the two ? Is platonic love meaningless ? Why couldn't  she be a part of his life , if not the whole ? Isn't  the wedding of souls enough for men ? So what if she was imperfect , was she so immaterial for him that he chose to call her a BLACK SPOT of his life ? Why wasn't the decision taken together? Why was it even important to part ? Ananya chose to make love her worship because she knew she was incapable of abandoning all those innocent people whom she loved

 Yes, the sinful Culprit, Ananya continued loving him like the raindrops.

 

Questions will keep floating in the air, answers are vague . Nothing stays, neither the people  nor the relationship but all that survives is Love that grows like an underground stem penetrating deeper into the soil of pain and perseverance.  

Was Ananya so undeserving ? Whose decision matters after all ? 

Human Relationships and the fixing Fingers

The twenty first century has seen a substantial change in its societal architecture . Growth and development have carried the homosapiens to an altogether different planet , where an infant's umbilical chord is separated from the body to be preserved in a bank for its stem cells. The old granny's theory of planting it underneath the soil to protect the child from evils has gradually found its way into burials. An eighty year old too has a bunch of futuristic plans, participates in marathons, feels the exhilaration in winning Candy crush and purchases a new automobile.  Its not unusual when a twenty something is treated by a pediatrician as the youth of 25 is considered to be in the extended childhood of modern age. Forties are the throwback twenties and fifties the throwback thirtees . Squads and planks mark the beginning of the day of a sixty year old. On the contrary , the computer era has brought youngsters to the cervical belts that embrace their tender neck to provide relief from some posture borne disease,  called spondylitis. A teenager  suffers from tennis elbow and hypertension. 

I don't say that progress in science and technology shouldn't be appreciated,  rather it must reach the stage where death becomes a mere sleep , after which we wake up afresh to lead life again. It sounds a little hypothetical now but one day the God particle will bring this to a  reality. 

Apart from  the above mentioned rearrangements ,technology has redefined and remodeled human relationships . Birtbdays mean the number of texts on the Facebook or Twitter timelines , tags in the Instagram feed and stories and midnight conference calls by friends , birtbday bangs on the bump . Weddings happen only to be broken or to be kept with a thousand compromises.  Love is merely an interpretation of sex and Buddha's middle path is implemented to convince people by the newest bond of the century  termed as "living relationships".  Platonic love is renamed as "Friends zone " , even if its of the highest order and break up is the easy solution to all the lovestruck hearts yearning for solace. Tears are merely some drops of liquid with salty taste and they flow naturally from the lacrymal glands. There ain't an unusual element in sobbing , its the truth of life, not to be taken seriously. Women are now empowered and fashion isa  tailored  with the fine fabric of Feminism . Still hearts break and the men take the lead in deciding the dog and don'ts of a woman's life . 

This is how amidst weak threads of relationship ties our fingers became mightier. They have gained the maximum strength with the discovery of gadgets , appliances and compliicated electronic systems. A three year old tiny toddler  gains expertise in playing with the fingers and on the tiny clicks create wonderful images and bitmojis . Snapchat filters have replaced the teddies and lovers separate over minor issues like friending unfriending, following, unflowing , commenting, liking, disliking and deleting. " Silence speaks better than words " but nowadays status updates speak more and conversations are vanishing. Incommunicado feeds ego and words become the reason of separation.

Human relations have become too sensitive and managing life, love and bonds are controlled by the mighty fingers . These mighty parts of human body , not only govern life but also send waves of pleasures as and when required by the mortal beings. Fingers fix relationships and destroy them within seconds , as if these tender ties are on a seat of a bombshell that explode any moment into the remnants of love and affection.

THINK BEFORE YOU PRESS THE WRONG BUTTON. LET FINGERS NOT BE MIGHTIER THAN YOU.

 

Feminine Feelings

FEMININE FEELINGS

One fine day, she wakes up to discover her wings fallen to the ground. She picks them up and wipes the layer of dust over it. The golden sequins which adorned those gleaming wings has been ruined by the footsteps of people. Her heart goes weary to mend the most loved pair of wings she had herself woven with the silken threads. The knackered heart of Saumya, a thirteen year old kid, felt the first pang of ignorance. She screams to vent out her ongoing fury , the deepest grief of losing her wings . How would she now enact the "Mother Honesty"

In the talent show. She throws  away all the soil plates lying on her bedside table. "Mommy" , she yells and cries till she consoles her hollowed dreams with a promise to mend the wings.Saumya, a grade 8 student of Modern Convent school, has been known for her creative skills by her classmates, teachers, juniors and even seniors but to her astonishment there exists a pair of eyes in her own home ,which dislike her benign craft of cutting papers.  Her grandmother has an aversion for the skill that litters the house and spoils the pieces of clothes. 

She runs to the store and tries to search for a new adhesive that could join the tattered parts of the wings and  messes up with the queue of jars kept in the store room , dropping down a jar of sugar, in a haste of searching for the Fevicol . 

" You, why don't you understand girl ? Stop spreading all the litter around. "

" Garandma, who has broken my wings?" 

Saumya's curly lashes fluttering in pain, giving way to her moist eyes and looks at her grandmother , waiting for an answer.

" I asked Leela to clean your room and throw away all the clutters "

Saumya ran to her mother who was preparing the breakfast . " mommy, someone broke my wings" and she flangs her arms around Anandita's waist , curling herself in want of protection. Tears falling like the precipitating clouds that wetted Anandita's kameez. 

" Oh, how my child ? Who broke those lovely wings ?" 

" Grandma sent Leela aunty to my room for cleanup ".and she sobs incessantly to pour her heart out . 

Anandita passes some gentle strokes of her fingers over her daughter's forehead and assembling her scattered fringes to the side ,she tucks them behind her tender ears. 

" don't worry my baby , make another pair of wings and this time make sure no one enters your room with an intention of breaking them "

She holds her fingers and they walk towards the other side of the verandah to reach Kaamini's room . 

" Ma , why do you think that whatever Saumya does is immaterial ? "

: See , Anandita,  don't support a child for her wrong doings . I too love her but I don't like her spending time with the art and craft material "

Saumya continued sobbing. Her voice turning nasal with the accumulated mucus in the nasal passage . " Grandma, why don't you get bhaiya's room cleaned up ?"

 Large eyes of Kaamini grow larger in rage and they speak of a pre conceived opinion held by anti feminist thoughts. 

" Don't  cry . Why don't you study like Ankit? You too would get the same value " 

" Ma, both are my kids but both are different.  Ankit is a Mathematic wizard but Saumya is creative. Her art and craft are more like her passions

 She finds solace in doing it. Why does it bother you ?"

Kaamini leaves the room , fumbling in an undertone, loud enough to be overheard,  "How badly the world has changed, now they talk of equality. A girl will be a girl ,she can't take the place of a boy " 

" Ma, remember, my daughter will live a life of her choice. She will play with pieces of papers and cloths. She too deserves to keep her room the way she wants. Nothing can take her freedom away " 

The evening was about to merge with the scarlet sky, the night was awaiting the moon to shine. They reached their destination and discovered it to be even more beautiful than what they had heard of

Paint your Dreams .

..the bill board had these words ,shimmering with blue neon lights. Anandita  went to the reception and got Saumya enrolled in the course of Art, craft and  Fabric designing. Saumya admired playing with different types of fabrics , combining them to bring about a charismatic fusion of colors and creations

 " Sir, please tell me about all the details of the course"

The man with salt and pepper hair , sitting at the reception looked tired with the day's s work 

" we are about to close now. You could have come tomorrow. Office hours are from 10 to 7. "

" sir,my daughter is good at creativity. She had designed and prepared a pair of wings for her role in the talent show to be held next week by her school.  Somehow they broke, now she wants another pair as soon as possible " 

That evening proved to be the beginning of a new era. Things changed at home too

 Gradually Saumya became an expert in the art and represented her school at many inter school events. Leela no more disturbed her belongings and she seemed Saumya's permission before clean up 

Saumya became the youngest Fabric designer at the age of 16 and she was awarded trophy for young talent by the education minister. Some firms extended offers to her for the role of their promo designer. 

It's not always the way the world thinks a girl to be , sometimes a broken pair of artificial wings gives impetus to build the real ones

 Feminism isn't only about having the freedom to read, write and dance  it's the freedom of expression,  the freedom of making choices and the freedom of appreciating one's own feelings.....

  

Bihar, the disowned land.

it's really dissapointing to know that some ex inhabitants of my native place , feeel ashamed of the label that connects them to their homeland .Isn't it strange? A strong sense of betrayal towards your own homeland is in other words a denial to acceptance.This is a well established fact that those who do not respect their native land are respected by none.
Can we rely upon the words of an individual who feels ashamed of his roots ? Denial of one's origin is like refusing to accept the truth of mankind . Such fake people are expert at the art of pretension and their hypocrisy soars high when they talk about development. Once, while I was travelling , I met a girl of nearly my age, talking over the phone about the lack of hygiene and sanitory conditions of Patna. I somehow landed in a conversation with her as she dropped a few magazines on the floor while boarding the airplane. Extending my helping hands to her, I said, " Bazaar, a good magazine for fashion lovers !"
"True ", she replied with an assuring smile on her lips . She dusted the magazine and mumbled some curses to the ground, as if she had come from some alien land free of wind and dust .
She handed over the magazine to me and to my astonishment she said, " Please do me a favour. Take this dirty magazine . It fell on the dirty ground of a place where no cleaning is done."
I was at the top of my fury, yet composing myself, I said, "But the ground isn't dirty and you have already cleaned the magazine."
She looked at me and as her eyes rolling over my expression she appeared perplexed. Inquisitively she questioned me, "You aren't from this place, are you ? That is why you don't know these people. All from uncultured and caste oriented society. No sense of cleanliness . That is why I decided to come only once in a year to visit my parents."
I took the magazine and looked straight into her eyes, I said, "yes I belong to this land and you too . Start taking pride in your roots or else time has its own way of teaching people like you ' I went away , giving the magazine back into her hands. Inside the airplane, the hostess made an announcement for a lucky draw coupon that provided all from Bihar to avail the free lodging facility at Hotel Taj , Delhi , for one day and one night. The girl automatically rose to her feet to grab the opportunity. "Ma'am are you a resident of Bihar? We need to see your adhar card as it is an initiative by the tourism department of NCR. "Yes , I am " and the adhar card was there to give the certificate of her residence.
What if your land is not that clean ? What if you have not so sophisticated people in the coterie ? If you disown your land you can disown anyone you love. How shallow is the world , how shallow.

CONTRIBUTE TO THE  DEVELIPMENT OF YOUR LAND. DO NOT CRITICIZE