February – Sour n Sweet Memories

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10 February 1995

The fateful day when I lost the sky from over my head. And I was too young to understand the consequences of this loss. Over the years, time has made me realize the intensity of this loss. But time has also cooked me, in his absence, to be like him. I am still in the process and myriad things yet need to be imbibed for me to be like him.

It’s been over 17 years now that my father is not with us. But I still remember playing cricket with him in the front yard as a kid. He bought me the whole cricket set and he used to play with me. He taught me Sanskrit, Bhagvad geeta, singing (though it’s hereditary) and showered huge love on me. I have some traits and mentality, which mom says I have picked from him.

A silver lining (optimistically and positively) amongst all this gloomy past is my mother has been the best father a woman could be. In fact a tad bit better. So I would say I had 2 layers of sky above me. Even though I lost one layer, the other layer has been tough like 2 layered sky since then.

1 February 2010

The day I started the journey towards having a sweet and awesome friend. It was January 2010 when I asked her what’s her birth date. At first she refused to tell me anything about it. After conversing for some time, she reluctantly agreed to let me know her birth month – February. I still tried to prod the path and know the birth date, and she was like “You will come to know”.

I even tried to threaten her by saying “If you don’t tell me the birth date, I will wish you for the whole month (on Twitter)”. She didn’t fall for this either and instead was very happy at the prospect of getting wished for the whole month. 😛

On the 7th day of February, she told me it’s her birthday and I can stop wishing her (as I now know the date) if I want. I kept my word and wished her for the whole month anyway 🙂

She then went on to became my very good friend and the saga of friendship grew stronger.

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P.S.

14 February

Another thing about February is “Valentines Day” – the month when cupid injects the love potion into the some and increases their bodily temperature. Sadly whatever bodily temperature increase has happened with me was self injected. Cupid couldn’t find me up until now to inject his magic potion. Sad but true. Hope in the coming Februaries cupid find me 😛

21 February

Marathi is my mother tongue and I am very much proud of it. Now you will ask me what’s special in 21st February? And why I should be proud of my mother tongue. Well, UNESCO on 17th December 1999 declared that 21 February be “International Mother Language Day“.

February is thus a sour and sweet month for me…

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Written for Month Of The Year Writing Challenge – Season 03

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Love Across The Desert…


हर तरफ उनके ही नाम का चर्चा था,
हर गली, हर शहर,
लेकिन वो इस बात से बेखबर,
प्यार में मस्त, शामो सहर.

सूरज का आना सिर्फ,
नए दिन का संकेत था,
ना तो उन्हें सूरज से,
ना चाँद से कोई वास्ता था.

एक दुसरे की आँखों में उनको,
पूरा जहां दिख जाता,
तो एक दुसरे की बाहों में,
सुकून और ठेहेराव मिल जाता.

आँखों में आँखें और,
सांसें थम सी जाती,
पर्वा थी किसको यहाँ,
जाती तो सिर्फ जान चली जाती.

ऐसे ही जीवन बिताने का,
विचार उनके जहन में था,
पर ये दुनिया के इस कोने में,
तो वो दुसरे कोने में था.

ऐ दिल-ए-नादान…

ऐ दिल-ए-नादान,
क्यूँ तू इतना खुराफाती है?
अभी अभी बिखरे तुकडे सँवारे है,
और अभी फिर से बिखर रहा है?

क्यूँ तू उस गली जाता है,
जहा तेरा इंतज़ार भी नहीं होता,
जाने पहचाने रास्तों में भी,
क्यूँ है तू अंजानो की तरह खोता?

क्यूँ तेरी दिमाग से दुश्मनी है?
प्यार में क्यूँ तू इतना हावी है?
वोह हर वक़्त तुझे मना करता है,
और तू हर वक़्त उसे मनाता है

ऐ दिल-ए-नादान,
क्यूँ तू इतना खुराफाती है?
अब फिर से बिखरे है तुकडे,
चल उनको फिर से संवारना है.

 

— प्रसाद

Love Poem No. 135

This is Love Poem No. 135.
Where did previous 134 go?
Well, in the dust bins.
They weren’t bad,
Not at all.
In fact they were,
Best of my works.
But these best words,
Couldn’t describe her.
The best I could do,
Was to just praise her.
They couldn’t do the justice,
Of describing her.
Let’s see if this,
Love Poem No. 135,
Can describe her properly,
Or will see the dust bin again.
Let’s see.

Between Silences…

Between her silence,
He found words,
More loud and clear,
Profound and chaotic
Her silence,
was a lot of things for him,
Gauging the actualities,
Whether it’s demanding,
Or merely a refrain.
Her silence,
Would always make him,
Think hard and hard,
Did she mean this?
Did she want that?
But she enjoyed,
Her silence when demanding,
And got annoyed,
By it when refraining.
She wanted him to figure,
What her every silence meant,
And he too would comply,
Finding words,
In her silence…

Do Things Really Change???

 

We generally say as the time changes, most of things change, meaning of various things differ. While I agree to this statement, I also think that the underlying meaning to the things we have been doing since past – remain the same. It’s just the way of doing things that change, the perspective changes.

While the superficial meaning of marriage has changed, the underlying motive behind the marriage institution remains the same. In old times, marriage was to give security and have a partner in all levels of life. It was also to get a legal sex (illegal sexual activities were there in historical times too, just that they were very rare in numbers).

Today, as we are getting modernized, getting laid isn’t much of a fussy subject. We don’t need marriage to get laid (though extra-marital or pre-marital sex is still not a moral thing, though it has gotten legal now, of course a consensual sex). Today people get married to be financially secure (working couple is an example) or for various other things. But even then the underlying motive of marriage institution hasn’t changed. However modernized we get, we still need a partner in all aspects and levels of life.

2 + 2 will always be 4, no matter if we are in 1st century or 50th.

We mould things as per our requirement. Till 20th century asking for a bribe to do your work was a crime. And in 21st century, asking for a bribe and not doing your work is crime or let’s say immoral. (Because such crimes don’t get punished in India anymore, especially if the criminal is related to politics or politician)

But the immorality tag is still there attached with this activity. Asking for or paying a bribe was immoral till 20th century and is still immoral in 21st century. Though in 21st century we don’t consider it outrageous if our things are getting done.

In short, things don’t change really. Our perspectives do. Our methods do. But the underlying meaning, motive behind things don’t change. As we say truth never changes, though the perception about truths change for us.

 

 

 

 

Lost…

I am lost amidst the crowd,

So homogenous that no one notices,

Black in the night,

Golden in the morning,

And Incognito the whole day

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I feel like a pamphlet,

Lying on the roadside,

Waiting to get attention,

Trying to get the dust off,

Somehow holding the ink

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My availability, mistaken,

My attention, taken for granted,

My requirements, ignored,

My views, judged and

My absence, desired.

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I am that beat on the drum,

Which got subdued in bass,

That horn of a scooter,

Which drained in truck’s honk

Present but still absent.

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