Kissaa Kahaani

July 31, 2011

Bubbles…

It seems that my life has found new center for the stories to sprout from; Leelavati Hospital. And twice a week visit to this place gives me new stories to tell you. New wonders to share. The whole journey in detailed way will be a story in itself- from here to JB Nagar to the Highway and then a long stretch, the sight of Bandra-Worli Sea link and young lovers around the boundaries of the road- facing sea and snuggling- totally oblivious to the traffic around the them, kissing as if tomorrow they might not meet again- their own tiny rendezvous has a story. But my story today is not of a lover by the side of highway, nor is it about the lady in the car lost in her thoughts today’s story is about two little boys…

I was coming out of the hospital and was looking for an auto-rickshaw, it was 815 in the evening and after a long day I was tired- all I needed was to sit and relax, I just wanted to be home. It was raining steadily and incessantly since last 3 days. As I stood there waiting some sort of transport, there came this tiny boy- he looked 6 years old and he was without a shirt- his face and body was shining with water droplets and he looked squeaky clean. The streetlight made his bronze skin glow. Big eyes shone on his tiny face and he held my hands and said, “Didi khana khila do, mai paise nahi maangta par bhookh lag gai hai aur koi kuch de nahi raha” I looked down at him and saw that his beautiful face was so innocent and I saw the way his ribs were pushing against his chest. He needed food. And I thought I should be heading home, why don’t I give this guy some money and get it over with! And as I scourged my bag for some money I saw another little man of the same age nearby saying the same thing to some other lady and was totally snubbed by her. As if sensing my eyes on him, this fellow turned back and looked at me almost in tears. I beckoned him and asked if both of them are friends, he said yes. If it was possible this little guy was cuter that my half naked one and they both looked at me with so much anticipation and expectations. As I was about to hand them money, they said they want food and not money. They both took each of my hands and led me towards the road, there we saw a “Paani-puri wallah” Chandan, my little half-naked guy said that he wanted to eat some and I proceeded to that man and asked him to prepare two plates and sat on the curb with Chandan and Amish waiting for the delicacies to come. And as we sat, a constant chatter started. They spoke non-stop, finishing each other’s sentences, arguing, and what not. “Didi, ek gulaab chahiye”, “Didi aap icecream bhi khilaogi”, “Didi aap bimaar hain”, “Nai bewkoof, didi bimaar nai, wo to kisi ko milne aai ho gi, hai na didi”, “Didi hum waha park ke paas khayenge won a 40 rupaye mein ek thaali deta hai”, “Nahi didi ye pagal hai, waha aapko mehenga padega, wo peechhe wale road par 25 rupaye mein hi mil jata hai” “Didi aapko pareshaan kar diya na humne”…

Amongst all this chatter and bickering, my tiredness was lost somewhere. I thought that I should take them back inside, and have them fed at the hospital café- with good hygienic food. But I was not allowed to; these kids were not sick and hence not privileged enough to be in the hospital. I took their advise and took them to that place near that park. As we all three sat, once again on the curb, and ate some rotis and Sabzi, under my blue and white polka dotted umbrella, I felt complete and fulfilled. I felt that these two kids were God’s messengers to remind me that even if you have no umbrella, even if you have to tolerate rain and even if you have no money to eat your dinner; find a reason to be happy, laugh, talk, argue, and find someone who will be there. It may seem that they needed me- but it was other way round. I needed them and they found me, they knew that I needed them.

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July 20, 2011

Beti

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Mai us udti titli jaisi,
Ya us titli ke neeche ka phool hoon mai?

Us Paalne mein baithi hasi ke jaisi,
Ya amma ke pairon ke payal ki jhankaar hoon mai?

Baba ki garajti awaz mein chupi,
Ya unke haathon ke ashirwaad mein hoon mai?

Bhai ke haath ki raakhi,
Ya unke guitar ka ‘shor’ hoon mai?

Us pichhli deewar par tangi, dadi ki tasveer hoon,
Ya dada ji ke haath mein rakhi tedhi medhi chhadi hoon mai?

Fudakti hui wo gauraiya ya phir
Aam ke ped ka chhaon hoon mai?

Is ghar ki har aadat mein hoon,
Is ghar ke har swabhav mein hoon mai..

Beti hoon is ghar ki,
Is ghar ka bhagya hoon mai…

(do tell me if its too cheesy 🙂 )

Zindagi

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Mere Dil se Nikalte Dhuein se
Meri Aankhein Nam Hoti Rahengi
Mai Kuch nahi Bolungi

Ilzaam Kabhi Ruswai ka Kabhi Bewafai ka
Mere Seene ko Chhalni Karta Rahega
Mai Kuch Nahi Bolungi

Agar Mere Muh se Aah Nikal Gai
To Mujhe Zindagi Kaun Kahega??

July 15, 2011

Yes, It’s Alive

This Wednesday on 13th July 2011, something terrible happened in Mumbai and believe it or not, however callous it may sound, these incidents bring back the humanity in people- a feeling which remains dead otherwise. Strangers take people to hospitals, wipe the tears, tend to injured, instill courage. I guess this is what separates us from being just mere creatures. I was told a story about the Japan tragedy by my friend last night- he was in Japan at the time the calamity hit. I will narrate it you, in my own way- many of the parts are created to fill in the gaps. I don’t know and I don’t understand how terrible experience it is to go through the earthquake of such high intensity, but the story has something beautiful to convey.

“I am just like all around here, its just that I don’t have almond eyes nor do I have pale skin nor a as ready a smile as they have here in Japan. I am a common Indian, learned Japanese and now I am an expatriate here. To be exact my office was just on the outskirts of Miyagi. I arrived in Japan 6 years back and my stay here brought me only good luck- I got married last year and was now living with my wife. And on that fateful day, March 11th, 2011- that was my first anniversary- I was planning to leave early and have a relaxing weekend with my wife- a romantic rendezvous. And then it happened. The world shook, the sound of hell – the crack, the roar of the earth, the glasses shattering, the file cabinets, the printer machines falling. My mind was blank- my first instinct was for my wife- the girl who was now my responsibility and my life. Those few moments were like an era; the time ceased to move ahead, the world shook- but still was at a standstill.”

“We were let go, my car was in ruined- a huge chunk of rubble from a nearby building was on its roof, and I decided to walk- the horrified and scared faces of my colleagues didn’t give me the courage to ask them for assistance. And there I was walking and what I saw on my way was sad, so sad that I still get nightmares and recounting those sights would be like reliving those terrible moments. But that day, the day I experienced hell, I met an angel. As I was walking, a car stopped by me and a man with haggard looking eyes leaned out of the window and asked if I could use a lift, readily- thanking God in my heart- I leapt up to the chance and sat in the car. Once I was inside I realized that I am forgetting my manners and asked whether he wanted to move towards some other direction as my home was on the outskirts of the city. He looked at me, and smiled and then he said “I actually ventured out to look for my sons, I looked around but I couldn’t find them and then I saw you and I thought- may be if I help you, someone above will help my kids too”. He turned to face the road and drove silently, a tear escaped his almond eyes and rested on his cheek- he was man enough not to wipe it. He was my angel and I thought- Yes, it’s alive. The Humanity”

July 14, 2011

To the Undying Spirits and Unconqured Souls

Life is so random… so uncertain. There I was on the auto, going to Leelavati hospital for my weekly visit and thinking about what dress I am going to wear to office tomorrow, having a little chit chat with the Auto-rickshaw wallah about the traffic and begging him to hurry as I left office quite late than I was supposed to and I was almost there when I received a call that there has been, yet again, serial blasts in Mumbai. I was numb. My first though that my sister takes the train from Dadar to come home daily and Dadar was one of those areas of the blasts. And then my phone went dead- no network. My heart was in my mouth and I was panicked, I was weeping. thank God for that Auto wallah, he tried to calm me down and turned the auto back to where I live. It took me 2 hours and phone were still not working. luckily I spotted an STD booth, called all those who matter. Prayed all I could for my sister who was safe and thanked God. My heart goes out those who lost people and loved ones- I may not know wholly what they must be going through, I was attacked by anxiety and panic when I couldn’t locate my sister- all I was thinking, if something happens what will I answer to my parents, that I let their child die and I survived!? And I pray for those are injured that they get united by their families and that they do not suffer any more trauma and grief.

Today I am reminded of a street child I encountered, a two year old girl. Stark naked, glowing brown skin, cropped hair, she had nothing on but a pair of squeaky shoes which glowed when she walked and she was jumping and looking down at her shoes. Every time she saw those artificially lit shoes, she squeaked with delight, she squeaked as much as the shoes. She was life. She was joy.

Today I am reminded of that old Auto wallah I met who wanted to be a teacher. Who valued education. Sang the poems of Ramdhari Singh Dinkar. Gave good upbringing to his grandson. He was survival personified.

Today I am reminded of my friend circles in JNU and ASB, the Ganga Dhaba and the Teardrop shaped lawn in front of the canteen. They are the companions. They are the hands which wipe tears. They are the shoulders to lean on.

Today I am reminded of the undying Mumbai spirit, the Indian Spirit. The faces which shine. The hands which help. The I-will-rise-again-tomorrow attitude.

I am alive, and so are you. Life brings dirt, life brings heartaches, struggles, pain, torture. We crib we whine, we cry, we complain. I am alive. I will keep on doing all those things. But I promise to myself that i will laugh more, pay attention more, respect more, be angry less. I promise, that since I am alive, I will live more…

To Mumbaikars, I salute. To Indians I salute. For those who lost their lives, I pray, I pray for their family. I pray for the souls which remain unconquered.

July 5, 2011

Few Anecdotes from Hindu Mythology- 2

Once again, my fingers are itching to scribble something (and i am in office, so far no work on my desk and having the privilege of internet, sans facebook/twitter, gives me an access to cure this itching!!) And what should I write about?? I was thinking more on the lines of fantastical, and amazingly wonderful Hindu mythology- the store house of numerous stories and wonderful tales… So once again, today I will tell you few chosen stories from mythology!!! Before I start, let me clarify- I have read these here and there, I do not have the authority to authenticate these tidbits but you have to agree that the stories are wonderful!!!

Well now that my rambling preamble is over, let me tell you about Lord Tirupati. Tirupati temple which is in Andhra Pradesh on a hill called Tirumalai (‘malai’ means hill) is considered very rich temple. It is said that before the foundation for this temple was laid, a Shri Yantram was kept. Shri Yantram is a yantra, a device which brings honor, wealth and prosperity to the one who keeps it and worships it, Shri denotes Lakshmi or the goddess of wealth and prosperity. This is the reason, they say, that the temple is so well endowed with prosperity and is constantly showered with offerings from devotees. However there is a story behind it. It is said that one morning, Lord Vishnu traveled to earth from his Baikunth Lok and the first place he landed was beautiful Tirumalai, there he was welcomed by the King and his daughter, Padmavati. The princess was nymph of ethereal beauty, her skin glowed with an aura of piousness and her eyes were as lit as fire balls, yet compassionate. Padmavati’s upward tilted chin gave a look of arrogance and it suited her. All the jewels she adorned were not necessary, he beauty was enough to entice any mortal and immortal. Her body was lithe and full. The lord lost his heart at the site of the princess and asked the King of Tiru Hills for her hands, however the princess was a haughty one after all, and she had conditions. She wanted ‘dowry’ from Lord Vishnu. This condition signified that the Lord will have to bring all is possessions from his abode, Baikunth Lok. He didn’t like the idea but his heart was too much involved in Padmavati, he agreed and went back to his home to his existing wife Lakshmi. Well you can imagine that Godless of Wealth was enraged to hear the news, she loved him and did not want to share him. But Vishnu was adamant and then he did the unforgivable, he begged Lakshmi to provide him with wealth and money required for dowry. Needless to that blindly angered Lakshmi gave Vishnu what he wanted but with her own condition, that the money she is giving him is actually a loan and unless each and every pie is paid back, Vishnu and Padmavati will not welcomed in Baikuntham. Poor Vishnu, he went back to Tirumalai, now he had to be a Ghar Jamai till he pays back his wife’s money. So as soon as he married Padmavati, he requested his devotees all over world to help him pay back the loan, and hence the temple gets so much offering in terms of money, jewels and grans!!

Now I will give another anecdotal incidence about Indra- this one is quite interesting!!!

There was a Daitya who was born of a Brahmin, his name was Vrtrasura and the sages and saints of the earth reuested Indra to kill this Daitya but Indra was hesitant, Vrtrasura was arfter all a Brahmin and killing him would inflict Brahm Hatya on him, greatest of sin. The sages promised to chant certain Mantam to help nullify the effect of the sin. And Indra had the moral duty to help the sages who were tormented by this monster Vrtrasura. So he agreed. And after a viscous battle, Indra killed him. As soon as Indra killed Vrtrasura, he could sense that the chanting of the Mantram was not as effective as it should have been and was devastated. he approached all the Lords- Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesha and asked for their help. They divided the sin of Indra in four parts and distributed it to Women, Earth, Water and Trees. Would you believe it, that the menstruation of Women folk, the sap in trees are the sins of Indra!!! I forgot how the remaining sins were apportioned however! 😦

Do tell me if you like the stories!!! I will post more!!!!

July 1, 2011

The Brand New Father

There he was walking towards me just past the hospital, eyes on the traffic zooming past him and and mind dwelling some where else. My own eyes were not taking in the traffic but were absorbing the sight of him on the side walk. I was in a gloomy mood, these twice a week visit to Leelavati Hospital make me loose my tempo and depress me. He was a handsome man and captivating. His disheveled appearance did nothing to reduce the boyish charm, in fact it made him look more vulnerable and disarming; his thick black hair was tumbling over his eyes, his tie loosened with his collar button undone and sleeved rolled up, his shirt was wrinkled and half tucked in and half tucked out. He was walking with his hands in his pocket and spring in his step. His whole demeanor was a happy one, and made me smile. He lifted his head and looked up at me, I sighed- there was nothing else i could do- His grin was sudden and so electrifying. He was just a few feet away from me, he just laughed, came to me and hugged me tightly, “Congratulate me, I am a brand new father”, he released me and looked down at me and smiled and walked away and i stood there marveling at him and the way he made me, a stranger, a part of his life, the way he shared his joy with me. I met a stranger who gifted me with happiness….

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