Tuesday, 29 January 2013

From my crying pen #2...

Har ibaadat me shaamil,
Tu is tarah hua hai, k
Rab se saansen mangti hun,
To bas tere sang
Jeene k liye...

Har Khwaab me haasil,
Tu is tarah hua hai, k
Shab ka intezaar karti hun,
To bas ek or baar
Tujhe paane k liye...

Meri kashti ka saahil,
Tu is tarah hua haa, k
Lahron se lad jaati hun,
To bas tujhme
Simat jaane k liye...


Sunday, 27 January 2013

Memory that never fades away #1

Author's note: This write-up is one of the most finest and oldest memory of mine, and despite of being years old, it is still fresh and rejuvenating like the smell of wet mud. Do read it once.

Reader's Guide: Text written in *.....* are the thoughts of my character. She is actually saying them to herself in her mind. Thank you.
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*I have no idea why daddy has left me here. I don't like this place, I don't know anyone here, I need to go home. All these faces are new for me and I am feeling like an unimportant creek to this place. But I have no clue, how to get back home.*

I sat on the chair, and tried to investigate the whole place.

"Hey, are you new here? Like me?", A voice came from the chair next to her.
"Yes." *I don't know this lad. He is a completely random strange guy. Should I be talking to him? But he seems nice. Okay I'll talk to him.* "Ooh yes. But I want to go home. Do you know how to do this?"
"Hmm, I too have no idea. But this place is not that bad."
"Really? what do you do here?"
"Hmm... Come with me, I will show you. You will like it."
*Should I go? Or should I not? Hmm... *
"Okay lets go."

For the next three hours (I guess) we two had a complete blast. We did lots of crazy things which I hadn't done yet. He showed me lots of amazing things which were present at that place, we went on some crazy slopes too, then we were called for lunch. We had a ravishing meal. I was feeling great and he completely made me forget about my parents and my urge of going home. And I don't know what happened, may be some magic spell or some sort of science, we both slept. I know it sounds crazy, I had just met this guy. But there was something special between us.

"Wake up, Simmi.",a voice was waking me up."Look who is here?"
I restored myself and sat back rubbing my eyes.
"Daddy..... Its you."
"Yes Angel, now its time to go home."
"Yeah Daddy, Lets go."
Daddy pulled me up in his arms and turned toward the exit gate. "So how was the first day at school angel?"
"It was too good daddy, I made a friend.............."
And I kept telling him all about my very first day at school.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Thank you~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Author's note once again: Talking to strangers or any random person, can be dangerous, so don't try to attempt this act, at any insecure place.

But sometimes a few strangers turned out to be life long friends. Dedicated to all my friends, who once a while were strangers to me and now are a very inseparable part of my life.



This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Friday, 25 January 2013

Coconut, the miraculous nut...!!!

** Reader's guide: The statements written within *......* are the thoughts of my fictitious character Rahul.

*Its my third ride to market, and the worst part is for the same thing - COCONUT. I can't understand, why this coconut is so important? Is my sister getting married to a boy or a whole bunch of coconut?*

"Bhaiya 4 coconuts please."
"Grab these Rahul bhaiya.", shopkeeper said by throwing a bunch of coconuts toward Rahul.
"Why are you so important dear nut?", he said holding one of them in his hand.
"Rahul beta, this nut is one of the most important dry fruit used, and has medical as well as spiritual importance. This coconut's tree is also know as 'Tree of life', it gives all that you desire and and is useful from top to bottom. That's why it is one of the most important fruit used in pooja's and hoom's ,and may this fact that in many traditions coconut is used to swear, will help you to realize it importance.", said the Bansi kaka, owner of the shop.
"Got it Bansi kaka, and I'm impressed by this nut and by your knowledge", Rahul said by winking at him and turning back to his bike.

*Hmm.. I think you are not that bad, dear nut, now lets hurry, we need to reach home as soon as possible.*

"Maa, here.", Rahul said by handing over the bag of coconuts."I'm upstairs maa, taking care of the lighting,okay. "
"Okay beta, and thank you very much."

"Arey Bhaiya put those lights properly, they are not in their actual position."
"Yes bhaiya, arrange everything as per his instructions, he is the new wedding planner in town", a voice came from behind.

Rahul turned around, and what he saw left him breathless, it was Simmi, the love of his life, in a mesmerizing blue dress, shiny silky hair, half tucked, leaving a few to play all around her comely body and smooth buttery skin as she works. Before he was able to say something she turned back to her work. 

"Rahul bhaiya, now look, are these perfect now?"
"Yeah its okay. Now arrange the rests.I will be back."

*Where she would have gone, now I can't resist myself even for a minute. I want her right now.*

"Arey Simmi beta, please bring those extra sheets, we bought last sunday, Pundit Ji need them.", a voice came from behind.
"Ji aanti ji, just 2 minutes."

*Perfect. I should rush now.*

"Rahul, what are you doing here? Open the door, I need to go, there are so many arrangements which are still incomplete.Come on let me go."
"No way, you are not going anywhere. I need you here, so you are staying here."
"Rahul please."
"No please.", Rahul said and grabbed her from her waist. "Ooh so smooth, even my hand get slipped by itself."
"Lair."
"No honey, why would I lie. Look its slipping again and again.", He said and started tickling her."Ooh Simmi, what magic spell had you used to get such, irresistible smooth skin. "
"Its not magic spell idiot, its coconut."
"Coconut again?"
"Means?"
"About an hour ago, I heard a full lecture on the importance of coconut by Bansi kaka and now you also."
"The nut worth it. This amazing nut is used for hair care, skin care, stress relief, maintaining cholesterol levels, weight loss, increasing immunity, digestion and metabolism, relief from kidney problems, heart diseases, high blood pressure and many other."
"O my dear lord, I didn't know all this."
"The various skin products made of coconut, acts as the best moisturizer for all types of skin, and without any adverse effect. They are beneficial from tip to toe."
"Ooh, so this hard nut is involved in providing you such soft and radiant skin?", Rahul said teasingly and keep on kissing her body softly.
"Yes Mr. Rahul Mishra. Its plays a vital role in it. Coconut is a safe solution to fight against the dryness of the skin, even it delays wrinkles, and sagging of skin. So it will also help me in looking younger than my actual age."
"Is it so? Then I will love you double my life."
"It also help in fighting with many skin problems, like dermatitis, eczema and others, and even I have the scientific prove. You wish to know?"
"Tell me everything."

*I can hear anything as long as this angel stays in my arms. I love her not because of her body and skin, but its so smooth and mesmerizing that I can't control myself myriads of time.*

"Coconut converts lauric acid into monoluarin which is claimed to help in dealing with viruses and bacteria causing diseases, causes herpes, influenza, and even HIV. This is the reason it is widely used not only making cosmetic products for skin such as oil, sunscreen, body lotion but also making various Ayurvedic medicines."
"Looks like you did a complete research on this nut? You are in completely in love with this."
"This nut has given me a radiant body texture, and a stunning skin which brings you close to me every time, why shouldn't I'll be loving this."
"Got it, my love, now answer one question of mine. Will you marry me?"
"Mr. Rahul Mishra, looks like you have gone mad, you want to repeat the same mistake again and with the same girl?"
"Yes I do, I fell in love with you everyday, and even more deeper than the previous day, and I want to marry you everyday."
"Ooh I love you too my life."
And their lips get locked.

Authors Note: 
1) This story is published as a part of a contest about telling the importance of coconut for your skin conducted by Parachute Body Lotion, the number one coconut product maker. 

2) I tried a different way of conveying the message, hope you liked it. Thank you for reading.

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Be the change you want to see in the world...

The recent callous and savage incidents that took place in different parts of the country has jolted us from roots. I used to believe that as long as I am living with my people I'm safe, but looks like things have changed drastically. I talked about this to our colony guard, Shukhdev chach and he gave me this ominous view of future,"Beta, its getting hard day by day to survive in this world, ghor kalyug hai ". He added, "Beta I have a daughter like you and I try to protect her in every possible way but I can't be certain about what will happen tomorrow, may be some bank official will cheat and bankrupt me, or may be my pharmacologist cheat on me and will give me expired medicines, or may be some day thieves could break into my house and take away all what we have, beta kuch bhi ho sakta hai, kalyug hai kalyug". Definitely I was not at all glad by listening all this negative stuff, but the question is still persistent my mind that why these incidents are growing with such rapidity?

According to the survey of  the National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB), the number of rape cases registered in India has increased by a startling 873.3 %, from 2,487 in 1971 to 24,206 in 2011. In comparison, the murder cases has increased by 250% over an even longer period, six decades, starting from 1953 to 2011. (for other statistic you can visit ---> http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Rape-fastest-growing-crime-in-the-country/articleshow/17774115.cms ) , and this is an official data, one could even imagine the actual number.

In India we have a strange but well know habit of reproving others, public will blame administration, administration will forward it to the Police. Police will try to find some easy target to forward the heavy responsibility of being blamed and the chain goes on. In between some other social elements (respected baba jiis ) also try to make their valuable presence in our system and to give a new direction to whole blaming process. 



Kabir Daas ji had said in one of his couplet that "Bura jo dekhan main chala, bura na miliya koi. Jo man dekha apna, mujhse bura na koi". People reprimand and are still doing the same, but does anyone thought about also being responsible for what had happened? We know, rapes has increased with a shameless speed, but why is it so? Is it just because of the poor administration or poor execution? No. Its a cruel fact that more than 50% of the rape cases are not even registered, many times because of the sufferer herself is not courageous enough and found it flounder to face the aftermath, but most of the time, because parents suppressed the matter, to avoid the insult, which in turn is because of the heinous society, which on one side will show sympathy and on the other will tore out the reputation of the family apart. Same, in any other assault, murder or even road accidents, no one wants to be the witness and stuck themselves in the issues involving Police case and court.

The consequences are now in front of us. Felons outside, commit crimes like rapes and murders without any fear. Even the Delhi rape victim had stated that if her male friend had not supported her, she would not have reported the crime. I'm not trying to defend the administration or the police, yes they definitely are responsible to a great extent, I only wants to say that we, the society, is also equally responsible for this. Everyone wants to be on the safer side, but we all are travelling in same boat, if today you are the watcher then it might be possible that tomorrow you will be the victim. 

So stop blaming other, as Mahatma Gandhi had said, "Be the change you want to see in the world". 

This post is part of the contest Who is to be blamed? on WriteUpCafe.com

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

The little magic wand - Gillette Satin Care

"I wish I had opted my hair removal...", I kept on hitting my head against the wall and accusing myself for spoiling the wonderful chance of playing Juliet with my childhood crush as Romeo in the college annual function. 

"O God, why this happen all the time with me??? After loving him from childhood, when finally he asked me something, I said NO.... Why???", I shouted by looking at the roof.


"Now you are being ridiculous Simmi, you are the show director, you have learned every single line by heart, your biggest opponent has a fracture just 2 hours before the final show and given you the golden chance of actually being with your Prince and you are showing attitude... What's your problem Sim, Have you gone mad???", Rashmi questioned me, by pulling me around. I had never seen her like that before, she literally scared me. But I too had a genuine problem. I lifted up my skirt and showed her my un-waxed shanks.

"Ooh", she said with a little surprise.
"Now you get the reason why I refused the proposal and you have seen the costumes."
"But, why are you so? I mean you are always clean and ready for the opportunities."
"I know. But I was so busy with the play that I didn't get time time for myself."
"Hmm I can understand."
"Now tell me what to do?"
"Don't worry dear, I have a perfect solution for this.Just stay here."

She went to the adjacent room and brought something in her hands.

"This is the solution.", she said with handing me a razor.
"Razor??? Rashmi, you know this can cause huge damage to my skin."
"Yes idiot I know, but this is not a normal razor. Its Gillette Satin Care, now don't waste your time, go inside, use this and get ready to dance in the arms of your Prince Charming...", she tickled me and pushed me into the girl's room.

I must admit that I had experienced a completely different comfort as it glided over the skin leaving a smooth satin radiance. I was feeling like I'm in a different world. I got dressed and was waiting to see my Prince on stage. And finally it was my turn to join him over there.

I was standing there and he was looking at me with complete astonishment. He started approaching me and said, "I have never seen any girl more beautiful than the one in my arms right now."

I was blushing like anything at one second and on the other I was dancing along with Him, with my Prince, my childhood love, I was so on cloud nine.


Its been a few months, and I still cherish the memory of that day a-lot. It had completely changed my life, my prince is now my Fiance; and that was all because of the small magic wand (The Gillette Satin Care) that gave me the confidence and the charm as well to go on stage and share it with my special one.


This post is a part of the Gillette Satin Care contest in association with BlogAdda.com

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

Talking About Humanity... Seriously???

Till Friday night, I was all set to post my story, which was about a life changing accident of a girl where she met some good people who changed her life for ever, and about how humanity meets a new definition. But on Saturday's morning, when I read the interview of the male friend of December 16's victim, I lost the faith in my own story, and its not because of those six vultures, but because of everyone who slowed down, witnessed their dreadful situation but didn't stop. Its because of those so called police officers who didn't even care about putting the victim in the ambulance because she was bleeding.

They were there on the side of road for so long, begging everyone to stop and help them, but no one cared. All they care about was that "Ooh, I should not get involved in any kind of police case, let them die, let them suffer, they are not my relatives or friends." And after two long hours of police arrival when ambulance reached there, none of them dared to put the girl into that, why? May be because they were very much worried about their uniforms getting dirty or may be their wives' frowned faces stopped them, after all they will have to wash the blood stains, and their agony continued at the hospital too.

All I wanted to ask is, everyone is saying that those six culprits are not human, they have done such a hideous task that even an animal will never do, I agree. But are those people who watched them suffering, who were fully capable of helping them, and in-spite of doing this, turned their faces and never looked back, are they human??? Those police officers and all those at the hospital to whom they literally begged for clothes, are they human???




In the next six or seven months me and all my friends will be joining offices at some of the big cities of India, and we all are scared, not because there will always be a danger of being attacked, or losing our dignity or even lives; we know we shall never surrender without fighting, but we are scared that what if no one hears or sees our struggle, or they overlooked it, then how long we shall be able to save ourselves from those cruel hands.

This question is being raised from several eras, that how long a woman have to suffer, and the world was silent again and again, but not this time. This time it has to answer it. How long does a girl has to wait to be sure, that she will come back in the same state as she is leaving her home in? How long does a wife has to live in a fear of being beaten up by her own husband? How long does a woman has to wait to get a dignified position in the eyes of all men, who just consider them as a matter of entertainment..???

Be kind to others, it will pay off...

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