Let your soul dance !

Let your soul dance today,

Let the pain, the fear go away,

Let your soul dance today!!

What is stopping you,

From letting out the dance inside you.

Let your soul tap to the rhythm of life today,

Let your soul dance today!!

Don't trap the fear, the howl, the anger the insanity,

Let your soul dance, let it be crazy!!

Let your soul dance today,

Let the pain, the fear go away! 

The Morning Rantings

As I walk out of my house to start yet another day,

The glaring sun and the dust on the concrete path mark my way...

I see the autowallah just outside

and thank my stars to have found him just on time...

With warm greetings, he gestures me to sit inside,

I wonder if it's me or the moolah that's making him smile...

Ah! the moolah!! isn't it why even I am taking this ride ??

I flash my teeth to him, obviously reciprocating to his fake smile...

As I pass through the same way, thinking about the to-do list of the day,

In between the honking-ponking, the black smoot, the red lights I see that half cut tree...

I wonder if it ever despises the autowallah and me?

The old man is at the signal even today, I look at his bent stature and wonder...

what makes him bear the burden of life this way,

His sunken eyeballs has no expressions but one, that's of dismay.

But, as I give him his share of moolah, he displays a forced smile anyway...

As I reach my destination once again, I shut the chaotic rantings of my mind for one more day,

and yet again I wonder,wouldn't life be easier if just for once I could listen what my heart has to say!!

सुबह  सुबह आज वो खुले आसमान के नीचे, मिट्टी की ज़मीन पर झाड़ू लगा रही थी,
घर तो था नहीं, ना जाने किस दहलीज़ को फिर सवाँर रही थी,

 हैरान थी मैं,  की जब उसके इन  हालातों पर मेरी आँखें भर आई थी,
वो कमबख्त न  जाने कौन सी ख़ुशी में फिर भी मुस्कुरा रही  थी। 

मुद्दा क्या है

मुद्दा है ही यही की कोई मुद्दा ही नहीं,

तो चलो इधर - उधर, यहाँ - वहां से किसी मुद्दे की पूँछ ही पकड़ लें,

कुछ और बन पढ़े ना पढ़े एक बेमतलब सा मुद्दा अपने नाम ही करले,

कम से कम मुद्दे की पूँछ में मुद्दे सी आफत तो नहीं,

पीछे ही तो रहना है, असल में कुछ करने की ज़रूरत भी नहीं !!

#mychoice #hischoice #hypocrisy #vogue

चलो एक बार फिर इन जूतों को उतार दें

चलो एक बार फिर इन जूतों को उतार दें

ज़मीन से वो नाता फिर एक बार जोड़ लें,

वो कांटे जो चुभे थे पैरों में तब

न जाने क्यों, उनकी टीस बड़ी मीठी सी लगती है अब,

इन चमचमाते पैरों को चलो फिर से मिटटी से सवार लें,

चलो एक बार फिर इन जूतों को उतार दें

राजा से रंक

कल तक उनको पलकों पर बिठाया 

उनकी जीत में जश्न मनाया 

उनकी मेहनत के कंधे पर, अपनी देशभक्ति का डंका बजाया !

जब एक बार हुआ हार का सामना,

जब सच में था उनका हौसला बांधना, 

वाह रे सच्चे भारतवासियों, 

उन्हें राजा से रंक बनाया। 

नाम की लड़ाई

तीन साल की इस शादी में बहुत कुछ पाया, पर कुछ खोया भी।  समझौते हुए दोनों तरफ से।  पर एक समझौता जो मैंने किया, जानकर, की अपना नाम बदला।

शकेस्पीयर की मानें तो "नाम में क्या रखा है"। पर जब सर से नव दाम्पत्य का फितूर उतरा तो समझ आया की जिस नाम को लेकर बड़े हुए, जिस नाम का कभी सुनाम, कभी अपनाम भी हुआ, उस नाम से कई सारी यादें जुडी हैं।  उसी नाम से बचपन, यौवन बहुत कुछ जुड़ा है। पर जब तक ये अनुभूति  हुई, तब तक तो नाम बदल ही लिया था।

नारी ही क्यों नाम बदले , नारी ही क्यों अपना घर बार छोड़े ? और ऐसे बहुत सारे प्रश्नों के उत्तर नहीं मिल पाये। 

आज जो प्रश्न मैंने पूछे, शायद यही मेरी माँ ने  भी पूछे हों? उनकी माँ ने भी पूछे हो।  पर यही तो रीत है, किसने बनाई ये रीत पता नही। उस समय इस रीत का क्या औचित्य था? पता नही। 

एक नाम बदलने का ये मतलब तो नही की आपका शोषण हो रहा है, तो क्या फर्क पढता है?

देखा जाए तो हमारे घर में माँ की हर बात मानी जाती थी, पापा से ज़्यादा मुझे माँ की डांट से भय लगता था।
माँ "हाउस वाईफ" है इससे हमे कभी भी कोई फर्क नहीं पढ़ा।
जैसे माँ सारा दिन घर के लिए खटती थी वैसे पापा बाहर मेहनत करते थे ।  पापा की मेहनत माँ  से ज़्यादा है या कम ये ख्याल कभी नहीं आया मन में।

माँ ने कभी मुझे किसी चीज़ के लिए जबरदसती नहीं की।  मुझ पर  लड़को से दोस्ती रखने पर या कहीं भी आने जाने पर कोई पाबन्दी नहीं थी।
पर माँ कभी कभी कहती थी की मुझे खाना बनाना आना चाहिए, मैंने नहीं सीखा कभी,  क्यूंकि मुझे पसंद नहीं था।

पहली बार जब मासिक धर्म चालु हुआ तो माँ के चेहरे पर  थोड़ी थोड़ी गंभीरता देखी थी। मुझमें और सहेलियों में तो बड़ा  रोमांच था इस विषय  लेकर। अब हम  बड़ी जो हो रही थी।

पर जब माँ ने कहा के महीनो के उन दिनों में भगवान के पास मत जाना तो थोड़ा अजीब लगा पर बाद में आदत हो गई , भैया और पापा से बहाने बनाने की भी आदत हो गई। 

 उन दिनों में खुद को अपवित्र मानने की और काले पॉलिथीन और कपड़ो के नीचे उस सच को छिपाने की भी आदत हो गई। अब अजीब नहीं लगता था। 

फिर एक दिन माँ ने ब्रा लेकर दी, तब भी हम सहेलियों के बीच बड़ा रोमांच था। अब हम जवान जो हो रही थीं।
पर मेरी माँ ने और सहेलियों की माओं ने भी, ये कहा की अब कमीज थोड़ी ढीली पहनना, भीड़ भाड़ में संभलकर चलना।
अब हम लड़को की तरफ और वे हमारी तरफ आकर्षित भी होने लगे थे, यही तो स्वाभाविक था।

पर जब रास्ते में कोई छिछोरे लड़के छेड़ जाते थे या कभी भीड़ में कोई हाथ लगा जाता था तो खूब कोसते थे खुदको।  इस तरफ आना ही नहीं था, कमीज का बटन खुला तो नहीं, कपडे तंग तो नहीं थे, न जाने क्या क्या सवाल मन में  आते थे। 

पर घर पर कभी किसी बात की मनाही नहीं हुई।
पढाई पूरी की, नौकरी लगी, फिर अपनी पसंद से विवाह भी किया।  माँ ने कभी मेरे किसी भी निर्णय का विरोध नहीं किया।

माँ को बस एक बात की चिंता थी, की मुझे खाना बनाना नहीं आता , घर के काम काज में कुछ ख़ास रूचि नहीं है। मुझे भी कभी कभी  लगता था ये सब तो आना ही चाहिए। माँ तो कितनी निपुण है इन सब में।

माँ ने और सबने खूब हिदायतें दी।  सबसे मनाकर चलना, सबका सम्मान करना पति से हर बात पर झगड़ना मत इत्यादि। 
इन सब बातों की घुट्टी बना के पिली मैंने।  मुझे एक आदर्श बेटी , बहु , पत्नी जो बनना था।

 तभी तो सब कुछ सोच रखा था २५ में शादी फिर ३० में बच्चे।  फिर २-३ साल के लिए काम से वीराम।

क्यूंकि शादी करना और फिर घर संसार बसाना तो हमारा कर्तव्य है। 

और फिर  माँ की ही तो ज़िम्मेदारी होती है की बच्चों की परवरिश ठीक से हो। 

शादी का दिन आया तो सब बहुत ही मनमोहक था।  शरीर का हर अंग गहनो से सजा और और लाल रंग के जोड़े में मैं। पर शादी का मुहूर्त देर रात का था जैसे जैसे मुहूर्त पास आया बहुत ही भारी लगने लगा सबकुछ , वहां पति देव एक कुर्ते और पतली सी धोती में जंच रहे थे , काश मैं भी पहन सकती ऐसा कुछ। किलो भर की माला जैसे दम घोटती जा रही थी मेरा।
सुबह - सुबह बिदाई भी हो गई , इतनी सुबह क्यों निकलना है किसी ने नही पूछा, ना मैंने ना ही मेरे घर वालों ने, नए घर में सब इंतज़ार जो कर रहे थे।
पतिदेव तो अपने भाइयों और भाभियों के साथ सैर करने चले गए और  मैं साड़ियों में और गहनो में लदी घर पर बैठी रही।
 नयी दुल्हन को नज़र जो नहीं  चाहिए।

हर रोज़ सिन्दूर लगाने की चूड़ियाँ पहनने की आदत हो गई थी।
ये सब परिवार और पतिदेव के लिए शुभ जो था।

और फिर नाम बदलने की बारी आई ,  बड़ा अजीब लगा, पहली बार लगा कुछ तो सही नही है।  पर माँ ने भी तो बदला था, यही तो रीत है। बदल लिया।

पर अब भी उस नाम से जैसे पहचान नहीं हुई है।
और धीरे धीरे जैसे आँखों से पर्दा साफ़ होने लगा।  कई सवाल मन में  घर करने लगे।

क्यों बदलूं अपना नाम ? क्या मेरे नाम बदलने से मेरे और पतिदेव के रिश्ते और बेहतर होंगे ? या ना बदलने से  हमारा रिश्ता मान्य नहीं?

सिन्दूर लगाने से पति की आयु बढ़ जायेगी सचमुच ? या ना लगाऊं  तो कुछ अशुभ होगा ? और फिर मेरी आयु का क्या ? मेरी लम्बी  आयु के लिए कौन सिन्दूर लगाएगा या चूड़िया पहनेगा ?

क्या मेरी लम्बी आयु का कोई महत्व नहीं ?? क्या माँ की लम्बी आयु का कोई महत्व नहीं ??

पहली बार माँ पर गुस्सा आया।  क्यों नहीं कहा उन्होंने की

२५ में शादी ३० में बच्चे होना कोई ज़रूरी नहीं है। 

शादी अपने लिए करना समाज के लिए नहीं , ना करनी  हो तो मत करना। 

मैंने सिन्दूर लगाया चूड़ी पहनी, पर इस सबसे कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता न तुम्हारे दाम्पत्य जीवन पर और नाहीं तुम्हारे जीवनसाथी के जीवन काल पर।  

महीने के उन दिनों में भी तुम वही हो , भगवान को कोई फर्क नहीं पढता। 

मैंने ये सब किया पर तुम करो ये ज़रूरी नहीं है। 

नाम की इस लड़ाई का कोई औचित्य नहीं। 

काश की मेरी माँ ने, और इस दुनिया  की  बहुत सी माँओं ने अपनी बेटियों को ये कहा होता।

मेरी माँ ने नहीं कहा , पर अगर कभी मैंने माँ बनने का निश्चय किया  और बेटी की माँ बनी तो मैं उससे ज़रूर कहूँगी

नारी होने का ये बिलकुल मतलब नहीं के तुम पत्नी, बहु, माँ भी बनो। 

तुम कुछ भी बन सकती हो, जो भी तुम चाहो। तुम पर किसी का अधिकार नहीं है। 

तुम नारी तो हो पर और उससे भी पहले तुम एक इंसान हो बस इतना करना की एक अच्छी इंसान बनना।

स्वयं के धर्म को सर्वश्रेष्ठ कहने  से पहले दूसरों के धर्म को जानना भी आवश्यक है.
जिसे जानते ही नहीं उसपर टिप्पणी करना क्या मूर्खता नहीं ?
क्यों न बच्चों को स्कूलों में और घर पर भी हर धर्म के बारे में सीख दें और फिर ये उनपर छोड़ दें  की वे कौन सा धर्म अपनाना चाहते हैं. 
जन्म के आधार पर उनपर कोई भी धर्म थोप देना  क्या उचित है ?
हो सकता है की जब हम हर धर्म को जाने, समझे, तो धर्म के नाम पर होने वाली ये त्रासदियां बंद हो जाएं। हमारा देश (शायद विश्व भी ) सही मायने में सिक्यूलर (sickular) नहीं सेक्युलर (secular ) हो जाए.

एक छोटी सी  चिंगारी सुलग रही है कहीं ,

धुआं भी उठता है कभी कभी  ज़रा सा,

क्या इंतज़ार करूँ  की एक दिन ये  खुद ही भड़क जाए शायद, 

या हवा दूँ थोड़ी सी और जला  दूँ सब कुछ !

पुरानी डायरी

अलमारी की किसी भूली हुई दराज से, आज वो पुरानी डायरी निकल आई.

थोड़ी खट्टी, थोड़ी मीठी नजाने कितनी यादें साथ ले आई,

सोचा था आज का दिन भी गुज़र जाएगा मुर्दों की तरह,

पर एक पुराने दोस्त के जैसी वह डायरी, आज के लिए थोड़ी सी ज़िन्दगी साथ ले आई !!

एक अन्जुमन

थोड़ा थोड़ा  दर्द बांटा, थोड़ा सा मुस्कुराए भी,

कुछ नज़्मों का तोहफा दे आये, कुछ ले आये उधार भी,

थोड़ी सी सैर हम भी कर आये दोस्तों के आसमान की,

और एक अदना  सा टुकड़ा ज़मीन का, कर लाये अपने नाम भी !!

Earth 2.0

Christie was sitting alone in the lab thinking about how would she break the news to her friends.
After all, this experiment has been their life for all these years. How would they abandon it just like that!!
But she knew in her heart that it was absolutely necessary; there is nothing they can do about it now.
How she wished that they were a little more pragmatic.

Vishu dashed inside the lab agitated.
"Christie why should we abandon the experiment now?? We have worked all our lives on this experiment. How can you take this decision?? There has to be a way out, may be we can add something to the culture, to stop it from rotting." He could barely stop his tears from flowing.

"Sorry Vishu!! I know but there is nothing we can do now" Christie said, trying to console Vishu; but she couldn't speak anymore.

Suddenly Maddy entered the room excited and ecstatic with joy. "Friends!! I have a great news. We will not have to abandon the experiment anymore, I have figured out a way :D" 

"Really! Maddy but how ???" Christie and Vishu could not restrain their excitement and were jumping like kids.

Here is how ? Started Maddy in a professor like tone.
 " Do you remember when we were in the process of creating a stable colony how did we do it ??"
We created small-small colonies in the culture, saw how they worked and then kept changing the environment around the culture accordingly"  Answered maddy.
"Thrice we froze the cultures which did not work; and then implanted new specimens." Said Christie.

"YES! That is exactly what we will do this time also."Said Maddy.

But how?? This time the culture is pretty big, will that work?? Asked Christie sceptically.
Of course it will; said Maddy reassuringly.

Ok so let's start now; Vishu was jumping happily.

"So, here is the plan" Maddy started explaining.

 - We freeze this culture like last time; and start all over again with new variety of the same species.

- This time, we will make sure that we do not add anything that will destroy the culture.Even, the specimens we add would be refined. They will not add extra gasses in the environment and ruin it.

- They will be homogeneous specimens, so that the difference in their life forms do not destroy the stability of the experiment.

"But how will they multiply?" Asked Maddy.

- Simple; these specimens will be genetically engineered to have highly developed mental capabilities, so they will be able to choose their partners  on the basis of their compatibility with each other.

- This time we will also restrict their ability to reproduce more than once; so that the culture doesn't become overcrowded and the specimens don't suffocate in their own environment.

- This time we will not make separate colonies inside the culture; so that the specimens do not compete with each other for resources like Food and space. Since they will be a part of single colony; they will have to maintain the stability of the culture by helping each other grow.

- This culture will also be able to refine their mental abilities by constantly interacting and sharing their growth patterns with each other.

Wao!! Maddy this is pretty cool!

So this time we have a  homogenous, cooperative, intelligent and a much stable culture right??? said Christie.

But what do we name it ? Asked Maddy

This would be our new version of "Earth" called as "Earth 2.0"

and the specimens would be named "humans 2.0"

Wait a second; but aren't we going to tell them about us? Asked Vishu.

Both Christie and Maddy responded almost simultaneously

" No!! we will not make the same mistake we made last time"

They will never know of us as a separate entity,

As they grow they will discover ways supported  by their logic and knowledge; to connect with us, and they will always believe is us as a single entity.

In any case we aren't different are we?? said Maddy and they all hugged and laughed merrily.

This is how "Earth 2.0" was created by Mohammed (aka Maddy); Jesus Christ (aka Christie) and Visnu Shrinivasan (aka Vishu)



P:S This piece of fiction was created with the thought that what if we are actually a part of some experiment that has gone wrong?

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The tragedy of Creative Minds!

Falling in love again :)

A book lover often falls in love with the characters. Sometimes these characters become friends, sometimes lover and sometimes you.

The most difficult are the times when you finish. Its like parting from a lover. It tears you apart.

But, even more disturbing part is when you go back to them. 

They don't make you feel the way they once did. There is nothing more or nothing less.

Suddenly the realisation dawns upon you, that they never existed. Its like getting cheated upon.

But, the hopeless lover you are, you move on... only to fall in love and feel the agony of separation yet again and again...

Interstellar effect !

Looking at the starlit sky she thought, that is what becomes of people who die, she will one day become one of those. But with a knot in her stomach she realized, she is just an infinitely miniscule part of a planet revolving around a star much smaller than the ones she spots every night. And suddenly the ridiculousness of every thing around dawns upon her.
The inconspicuousness of her existence, the fragility of what we deem permanent and the stupidity of our delusional perspectives.

What lies ahead ??

I think, we got it all wrong about the Maayans, 

They were right, Yes ! Humanity ended,

if not humans.

Or else, what could be an explanation

for, the missing girls of Nigeria,

the kids shot in America.

The girl raped brutally, in that chilly december night.

and the girl killed , in the name of justice, for putting up a fight.

There are monsters all around, beheading humanity,

There are monsters inside, advocating insanity.

If God exists, may be he is furious, 
hinting it to us, with the Tsunamis and Nilofers.

Is there any hope? 

Will we save us from us, before we collapse in the volcano of destruction

Or, will we survive to  become a species, devoid of heart and brain

in the course of evolution.

Image source : http://www.signatureillustration.org/illustration-blog/wp-content/Cole_Thomas_The_Course_of_Empire_Destruction_1836.jpg

At last they made love !!

She yearned for his touch, waited for him, allured him in different ways.

Sometimes she was in ornate patterns,sometimes she had a vintage look which he adored so much.

Another day she would be just plain, plain white.

But nothing seemed to catch his attention.

Though sometimes he did come close very close to her. But just stroked her and went away, disappointed.

And some days, he will come close look at her with lust in his eyes, touch her, caress her and suddenly will get agitated. He tried making love to her, but in vain.

He tried, but could only hurt her. All he was able to do was give her scars.

At last, he would just look at her lying at the corner of the room, life less, misshapen, but he just couldn't help it.

But, today was a different day, he came closer, took her in his arms and gave her all he had. Today she felt complete, their union gave a meaning to her life.

Today, after months of block the writer was able to pen down some words in the diary.

Today, Finally the pen and the diary made love and poetry was born.

Just humans !

Sometimes I wonder, 

May be, the world would have been a better place if we were all 

Just humans

Not a man, nor a woman

Just humans

Not Hindus, neither Muslims nor Christians

Just humans

Not White, not Blacks, not Americans, not Asians

Just Humans

Mother Nature's beautiful creation,

Just humans

आजकल हर सुबह पूछते हो तुम मुझसे 
बड़ी थकी थकी सी लगती है आँखें तुम्हारी 
शायद सोई नहीं हो रात भर !

हैरान हु मैं अपनी किस्मत पर, 
खुश हूँ की चलो तुम्हे  ख्याल तो आया मेरा,
या गम करूँ की मेरे तकिये का कोना जो गीला है आज फिर,
तुमने एक बार भी गौर नहीं किया उसपर 

Translation

Every Morning, you ask me
why do my eyes look so tired.

amused at my fate,
I ask Myself
should I rejoice your attention.
or be anguished that, even today you did not notice the moist edges of my pillow

कभी - कभी कहानियां लिखती हूँ,
कुछ बीते हुए लम्हों को नया मोड़ देकर,
कुछ आने वाले कल के सपने सजाकर। 

और इंतज़ार करती हूँ,
पर ना  बीता हुआ पल बदलता है,
ना ही आने वाला कल सवांरता है ,

रह जाती है तो मेरी कहानियां,
जिनके साथ ख्यालों में ही सही, मेरे सपने मेरी उम्मीदें सांस लेती हैं ,
जिनके साथ शब्दों में ही सही, पर थोड़ी सी ज़िन्दगी जी लेती हूँ मैं !

Translation

Sometimes I write stories.
stories about the past with a new twist.
stories about the dreamy future.

and I wait...

But neither the past changes it's course.
nor the future seems any better.

But my stories remain
through them i live my dreams and my hopes don't die.
 through them i feel alive at least for a while.

सोचती हूँ की ये ज़िन्दगी, शायद ऐसी ही होनी थी 
इतना ही मिलता था शायद !

पर फिर भी लगता है 
उस मोड़ पे जाकर देख आऊं एक बार !

कुछ सवाल जो छोड़ आई थी वहां,
शायद अब उनका जवाब मिल जाये !

Translations

sometimes i wonder,
may be this is what was suppose to happen.
may be this is what i was entitled to get.

but then i still feel.
may be i should revisit that turning of life.
the questions which i left unanswered there.
may be now i will get the answers for those

अजीब  होता है ये रिश्ते ,
रिवाज़ों और  दस्तखतों के बीच में खो जाते हैं मायने ,

बंद दरवाज़ों के अंदर सिसकियाँ भरता है,
पर कोई  खोलता नहीं दरवाज़े की कड़ी,
दो जिस्म तो मिल जाते हैं आपस में ,
लेकिन रूह को खबर तक नहीं होती !

और कुछ रिश्ते वो भी हैं होते 
 कभी कोई रस्म, कोई कागज़ का टुकड़ा कोई दस्तखत नहीं होता
पर, लगता है जैसे एक ही रूह को दो जिस्मों में भर दिया हो उसने।

लफ़्ज़ों की ज़रुरत नहीं होती, बस धड़कनें करती है बातें,
नाही कोई बंधन है होता, ना किसी को बांधने की चाहत है होती 

होता है तो बस  एक दूसरे के साथ होने का एहसास,
लम्हों से ज़िन्दगी नहीं होती,
हर एक लम्हे में ज़िन्दगी होती है !

Translations

These relationships are weird isn't it ?
meanings get lost between traditions and signatures.

it suffers and cries behind those closed doors,
but no one dares to open the door.

two bodies unite, 
but souls remain as strangers.

but there are those relationships also,
no rituals, no signatures, no piece of paper is required.
but it seems like two bodies have a single soul.

words are not required.
when hearts have conversation.
there are no need of control, nor any restriction.

all that is there is  feeling of togetherness and contentment.
life is no longer simply a collage of moments.
every moment is alive 
and every moment has a life.

She didn't smile!

He gave her flower, she din't smile.

He wrote her a letter, she din't smile.

He came closer she didn't smile.

The disfigured face in the mirror stared back at her.

and yet again she didn't smile.

smile !

Her lips smiled, but eyes were numb.
He came closer, she closed her eyes.

Next morning, the little girl went to school
for a day more.

Ma :)

She opened her tiny eyes, smiled and spoke her first words "ma"
to the woman who took her in her arms.

a few years later the orphanage was her home and the warden her "Ma"

The day I lived her life!

Suddenly Ajit woke up and it was dark, really dark. He was floating in some kind of a liquid anchored to something.

"M I  dreaming?" he thought. But then he could hear voices faint voices then becoming loud, louder. It was his Mom shouting at his wife - Anita.

"She would have again done something, that bitch either she gets rid of that girl in her stomach or this time i will definitely divorce her. But, where M i why cant I move?"
 and then he saw his hands they were tiny really really tiny, half formed, he couldn't move. He felt so helpless.

And then he heard the sobs. It was Anita, he felt a hand caressing the wall he was attached to.
Anita was crying now crying loud and in between her sobs she was saying something

"Beti, I am sorry really sorry, I don't know if I will be able to save you.
I wish your dad understood. You are as much his part as mine. you are a bit of both of us.
How can I kill you. I have dreams so many dreams for you.I know you can make us proud as proud as a son would. But what can I do?"

And suddenly with a jerk ajit was upside down. he could hear loud - very loud voices.
This time it was his father, abusing Anita- 
"GET UP! and come with us to the hospital. Get rid of this Girl right now."
 She got up slowly very slowly.

Ajit was bleeding slowly it was painful very painful, slowly he was loosing consciousness.

And then he woke up, everything seemed fine, again he could hear voices it was the doctor he bribed to conduct the abortion for Anita.

"It can be dangerous for Anita, she can die if I try to do this now. I think we should wait till she recovers from this injury or it will be unnecessary legal trouble if she dies during the operation."

And then ajith realised, he has become his "unborn daughter" he is now inside Anita's womb.
His parents are trying to kill HIM !!

He tried to shout he couldn't. And then he again heard a voice, It was Anita.
"Don't worry beta God has saved you today from those demons, I will fight hard to save you don't worry I will take care of you. Ajit felt a sense of relief. He was praying in his heart, for anita to save his life some how."

and then he heard the melodious lullaby anita sang every night, which annoyed him so much otherwise. One day he even hit her badly because of that song.

But today it was soothing really soothing, slowly he slept off.

When he woke up it was bright he slowly opened his eyes and saw Anita sleeping besides him. he was back in his own body.
The line of tears were visible in the corners of Anita's eyes. May be she has been crying the entire night.

He saw her face closely after so many years, she looked sad, but she looked beautiful. He felt guilty. He stroked her hairs, tears flowing from his eyes. Anita woke up and saw Ajit in a shock, she couldn't understand what was happening.

Ajit hugged her tight and told her - " I m sorry, I will never let anything happen to you and OUR DAUGHTER ever."

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साँसे

तुम शायद मेरे लिए चलती साँसों के जैसे हो गए हो,
साथ रहते हो  पर तुम्हारे साथ का एहसास नहीं होता,
जब तक  थम जाने की नौबत न आये,
 तब तक तुम्हारी ज़रुरत का आभास नहीं होता !

कभी बातें तो नहीं की साँसों से, 
पर मेरे साथ वो भी, कभी धीमी होती, कभी चढ़ती जाती है,
पर  पता भी  नहीं चलता। 
तुम वैसे ही रोते हो,  हँसते हो साथ मेरे ,पर तुम्हारे हंसने-रोने का ख्याल नहीं आता !

बात ये नहीं की तुम्हारी ऐहमियत की समझ नहीं मुझे 
पर साँसे जिस्म का हिस्सा ही तो है,
 वैसे ही तुम्हारे खुद से अलग होने का एहसास नहीं होता।। 

Colours of Life !

To vote or not to vote

'Vote for change', ' vote responsibly' , ' every vote counts' are some slogans which you are bombarded with recently. Everything is about elections, which is fine and that is how it should be. After all we are a democratic country. We should exercise our 'right to vote'.

Given all the hullabaloo that's happening and all the information overdose we get now a days ( manipulated and true) I the 'voter' feels like a superhero. (I supposedly have the power to change the country after all). Nevertheless a confused 'super hero' 

So, here I am doing the best I can to make most of the power I will get on 17th April. Reading, listening  discussing (read fighting) on social forums....again reading, listening and  discussing (fighting even more vehemently) on social forums, but I am still confused !

The Big question I have in my mind right now is what am I voting for? A renaissance really! I know thats too much to ask for. On evaluating the options I have I am even more confused and scared. Scared, if we get into a deeper shit than what we are right now.

Here are the so called options we have

Congress: 
Really!! ( lets not waste our time, we already wasted 10 years)

BJP:

aka modi sarkar, so some major questions

- am I voting for narcissism or development, are we so desperate that we will choose someone supposedly responsible for a mass massacre. (I don't know if he was or not it is another story and every evidence out there against or in support of modi seems to be equally convincing)

- am I voting for the blood sucking corporates eventually.

- should I over look the development he has done in Gujarat and yes it just doesn't come from media it comes from people who live in Gujarat.

- even if for a second i keep all the negative things about modi aside, what about BJP as a whole? Who are the other people who will finally make a party, modi cant make a party on his own. 

These are the same politicians, while the party changes traits of politicians do not.

AAP : 

Yes he looks like an " aam aadmi" but is he really one?
 Leave aside the perks he happily accepted when he claims to be an aam admi, thats not even a issue everybody wants some ROI out of their jobs. I do, so does kejriwal but there are bigger issues that bother me

Why is he only against BJP ( read modi) and speaks up against congress only when probed, is he a congress agent, a US agent or I don't know what as per the theories floating around.

Most importantly WHY did he quit????? Was his 49 days stunt all manipulated? WHY didn't he change one single thing in Delhi when he had the opportunity. I know change needs time would not have happened in 49 days. But why didn't he stay we all believed him and if he was really up to a change we would have been patient enough to see the change. But he simply quit, he didn't fight.

Did he quit because he was against the system? But shouldn't you be in the system to fight the system. Or did he simply get greedy. CM wasn't good enough?

Or is he misrepresented by media, is he falling prey to the political mafia, is he really up for change?

Ok even if he is, but is he competitive enough not in terms of scale, but in terms of his vision for the country. Right now all that comes out is a lovely rosy ideal and easy to say commitment. Corruption free country.. But how? What's the action plan? I don't need proofs but i need to hear a plan.

I would have appreciated if instead of whining about the existing system, he would have at least come with solutions.

Do we want a leader who cashes on the weakness of others, or someone who has a vision.

9 days to go and i am confused and scared, i feel like its an exam I am not prepared for. I understand the power of each vote and so I am scared. What if my vote contributes towards a wrong government? What if we land into the same situation. What if it gets worse?

I am a superhero with the power of vote, and it certainly counts so I will try and find out answers to all these questions to the best i can.

Or else it will be " none of the above" re-election is definitely better than suffering a bad government for next 5 years. 

Whatever it might be I will vote and I will 'vote responsibly' and hope all the superheroes will.