Saturday, October 31, 2020

                                                           Life is beautiful



Life is beautiful

when your son cooks for you

when your daughter steps in for you 

when your beloved clears the dining table for you

when your friend cooks for you

when your favourite song blares on the radio

You know -pandemic or no pandemic

Life is beautiful!


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Thursday, October 29, 2020

                                                        Pandemic Fatigue



I am tired 

of wearing a mask everyday

of social distancing

of sanitizing frequently

of staying at home

of being afraid of people

of not going out

of not eating out at restaurants

of not travelling.


I am tired 

of the new normal.


The pandemic fatigue is setting in...

 I want to live 

not 

survive.



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Wednesday, October 28, 2020

 

Chashma

 

Chalo aaj mud ke kal ko dekhte hai

Par pehle zara ye gulabi chashma uttar lo

Warna tum phir yahi kahoge

Yaar kal bahut haseen tha

Tum bhool gaye wo roz ki bhagdag

Wo alarm ka zor se bajna, wo jhatke se uth kar nahaane bhaagna

Naashta haath mein lekar, computer aur phone ko balance karte huey train pakadna

Dhakkam dhukki ke beech phone answer karna aur phir poora din chakkarghinni ki tarah ghoomna

Raat ko thak kar chid chide mood mein rehna, tapaak se mujhe shut up keh dena

Tum bhool gaye ye sab baatein.

 

 Chalo aaj ab is aaj ko dekhte hai

Par pehle zara ye saleti chashma uttar lo

Warna tum phir yehi kahoge

Yaar aaj bahut depressing hai

Tum nahi dekhoge ki aaj kitna shaant hai

Ab alarm nahi bajta, araam se  angrai lekar bistar par pade khidki ke bahar baithe

 totey ki jode ki chechahat sunte hai

halanki work from home hai aur ghanto computer par beet jaate hai

lekin na wo bhaag daud hai, na wo time ka stress. na wo shorsharaba

Tum bhool jaate ho ye sab baatein

 

Chalo aaj aane waale kal ko dekhte hai

Par pehle zara ye kaala chashma uttar lo

Warna tum phir yahi kahoge

Yaar aage bahut andhera hai

Tum nahi dekh paaoge roshni ki wo kiran

Jo door jhilmila rahi hai aur keh rahi hai ki waqt guzar hee jayega

Raasta mushkil zaroor hai. lekin raasta he hai, kahin toh pahuchayega

Toh bas ummeed ka daaman na chodo aur dheere hee sahi par chaltey reho

Kal bas yahi yaad rahega ki kissne kitna saath nibhaya aur kis tarah nibhaya

Tum bas yaad rakhna ye hee baatein.


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Tuesday, October 27, 2020

 Space


A little space

        so

 I can grow


A little more  

        so

 you can grow 



        then  

A little more

         so

we can grow.


That`s all I want.


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Monday, October 26, 2020

                                                       The Painter



The little boy sighed. 

He tried so hard to colour inside the lines but no matter how he tried there was always some colour outside the drawing. Last week his teacher had scolded him and said sternly, " Why are you so messy and dirty? You can NEVER be an artist" His face had burned with shame as his eyes had darted fearfully all over his drawing book.

He was determined to do a good job this time. It was Naani`s birthday and  he had asked his mother to draw a big flower for him. He wanted to colour it in  shades of red and pink , just like those flowers that bloomed in Naani`s garden. But the colour., as usual, had spilled out. 

He still wanted to give it to Naani so in the evening when his mother told him that they would go to see Naani, he quickly folded the paper and slipped it in his pocket. Naani was sitting out in the garden and he ran upto her.

 "Naani," he panted as he handed her the drawing, " for you. Happy Birthday !"

Naani unfolded the paper and gasped. "Such a beautiful flower ! The  prettiest I have ever seen in my life! You are going to be a great painter" She traced the little blobs of paint scattered on the paper and hugged the little boy.


The little boy beamed with pleasure. He would become a painter!


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Thursday, October 22, 2020

 

Generosity

 

 

At the traffic signal, a hand stretched out from a car window. It held a paper bag dangling in the air. 


The little urchin ran across the road and gleefully grabbed it. He drooled as he saw a half-eaten burger and some limp fries. He walked back to the pavement and sat down when he spotted the dog. He smiled. He tore the half-eaten burger into two pieces and threw one piece to the lanky dog. 

There was always enough to share.




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Wednesday, October 21, 2020

 The Story



He stood under the cold shower, eyes closed in a bliss,  he picked up the shower gel and lathered it all over his body. He loved long showers but today he did not have the luxury of doing so -his boss had just messaged him. 

I need 400 words on migrants-full drama, tears-the works. By noon. Today.

He walked to his wooden desk next to the French window overlooking the lush garden that his wife tended to so lovingly. The endless row of marigold danced joyfully even as the hot wind slapped them harshly. He booted his computer and called out, “Bahadur. Get me a shikanji. At least 6 cubes of ice. And keep some  beer in the freezer.”

He scrolled through a few websites, humming under his breath,  when he spotted picture of migrants. A bus bursting with passengers and their belongings , a man trying to scramble up the roof-top with a toddler clinging on to  his legs.

Perfect.

 He smiled.

This is going to be a great story.



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