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Monday, September 15, 2014

Game of Blogs chapter 4 from the team THE MAVERICK X- The imperfect Click

This story continues from the previous post ,read the previous part of story here :

Part 1 of story ,read 
Part 2 of story ,read at 

Here goes the fourth chapter - The Imperfect Click
"The same evening   which sprayed orange and red colors on the canvass of sky ,nearby in a resort a family was enjoying their long deserved break. As Tara came back to the room from her ayurvedic spa appointment all refreshed and relaxed  ,to her utter disappointment she saw Senior and Junior Dutta engrossed in their laptop and tablet .While Shekhar was frantically noting down something in his diary too ,Roohi was lost reading something on her Tablet ,the tablet which her papa brought on her birthday in spite of Tara’s disapproval.
Tara: and I thought we were on a holiday .I was always accused of being superbusy and look at my sweet gadget struck family oblivious of the beautiful sunset
Pointing towards Roohie ,she  said ”Beta why don’t we go out to the beach and play”
Roohie did not flicker,to which she turned towards Shekhar “Shekhar ,I always opposed this idea of introducing children to these gadgets at such a young age but you and your “Let the child learn from his own mistakes “ theory ,most of the time she and her tablet are inseparable.
Shekhar smiling and still noting down something said ”You know what’s the problem is. We have to face the truth that as a society we do not exhibit concern for what our child is interested in. We just try to mould these little clays into what we want. Roohie is a child whiz , she reads blogs ,learns programming gaming and lest we can do is to discourage her .
Tara: Ok! Ok! My lord .  Now will you keep that machine  off so that we can have a nice coffee on that beachside cafe .
Shekhar- I am really sorry dear .Some important work cropped up and you know freelancing is all about deadlines .Why don’t you two go and I will join you in an hour.
Tara: Ok dear ,turning to Roohie she said ”Beta when we were of your age ,we used to play a lot outside ,no computers ,no tablets ,lots of games ,outdoor games”
Roohie: But why mumma?
Tara: Because we enjoyed it and physical activity is good for your health too beta
Roohie (Giggling) : Naa mama, because tablets were not invented then and computers were not introduced in India.
Hearing this Shekhar and Tara burst out laughing .Embracing her innocent yet genius child ,she pulled her out towards the beach and Shekhar went back to his work.
                                        Under the same sky which was becoming orange to red and as darkness was slowly making its way ,Anne and Cyrus were bulding castles ,castles of a happily married life together .With the sun setting in backdrop ,Cyrus wanted to wave goodbye to his tumultuous childhood and have that perfect beginning with Anne .
Anne- If you are done with your beer ,can we go to the cultural center to watch the kathakali performance as you had promised.
Cyrus –No, do you really want to move out of this perfect romantic setting to watch a classical dance performance.
Anne- Yes sweetheart ,the setting is not romantic its your presence that is more romantic and you can’t backtrack from your promise ,you know how much I love discovering the cultural diversity
Cyrus- As your wish madam
Anne smiled and hugged Cyrus at his little gestures of love .Back in the resort as Cyrus was taking a shower ,his phone rang ,she picked up to see who it was and shouted “ Cyrus, its your dad calling “
“Ignore it” replied Cyrus ,the phone went unanswered and when Cyrus dressed up for the cultural center ,Anne asked “23 missed calls Cyrus ,why don’t you talk to your dad .There must be some urgency. “
Cyrus: There is no urgency , he just enjoys troubling me
Anne: I know you both are not in very good terms , but please answer his call just for my sake
Cyrus took his phone and went in the balcony to call his dad, the one thing he could not do was to say no to the girl he loved the most in the world ,There in the room ,Anne knew how difficult it is for him to do that and she made a silent promise to herself ,never ever let go of the love that they shared. The pitch rose accompanied by long silent pause and when Cyrus came back into room ,anxious Anne asked “What’s the matter Cyrus? Is everything ok? “
Cyrus stood silent for some uncomfortable minutes and then said  ” He wants me to return back “
Anne – when?
Cyrus – Tomorrow  ,but we are not. Let’s move out , its suffocating in here .

                                               While Tara was sitting at the beach side and enjoying the coconut water with her princess listening to her never ending stories , she thought how much her daughter missed out talking to her and with elections to be announced ,she was going to be more than busy. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, “Papa “ screamed roohie with Joy
Tara- Thank God you are here ,the hotel staff told me about the scheduled Kathakali performance at the cultural center today .why don’t we take Roohie there today and dine out at some local eatery?
Shekhar- One bad news dear, we need to return back
Tara- BACK! But why? And when?
Shekhar – One important story that I have to cover, today night itself
With that disappointing look , they returned back to the resort for a hurried packing.
From God’s own country to the political capital ,everyone got back to their work. With election rallies ,campaign trails Tara became very busy and so was Shekhar, he was covering some political scandal which took him out of Delhi most of the time and what worried Tara was no one to take care of Roohie. She called her mother in Kolkata but when she learnt that Dad was not keeping up well , she refrained from asking her mother to come over. Between taking appointment with politicians for interviews  she was dialing all her friends for a trusted caretaker for Roohie .With Shekhar’s freelancing they never had to worry for a caretaker and she silently prayed that Shekhar completes his “crucial story” on time.

2 weeks passed since they returned from Kerela and when she returned back home one Saturday ,she found Shekhar at home. She hugged him as all these days she hardly saw him
Tara: when did you come back ? And as I can see you two have not taken your dinner?
Shekhar- This evening only . you freshen up so that we can have dinner together
On dinner table Tara complained about Delhi’s harsh weather and then she yelled “Why doesn’t the maid can cook laal maans properly? In which language do I have to tell her not  to overcook the meat and look at the rice ,it looks like a soup”

Shekhar sensed something was troubling her ,he said” What happened? Why are you so pissed off? Its certainly not the Laal maans?

Tara- Yup, its my new cameraman or rather I should say camerawoman .Durjoy who was accompanying me to cover stories since two years resigned god knows why and boss told me this girl Jennifer will take her place . Election season is so crucial Shekhar ,and now working up with a new girl .Boss said she is very good with camera and you know when she walked into my chamber she looked as if she has just walked out of a rock concert “ Multiple accessories of which I lost count of ,cargo pants ,a tattoo which she said is of phoenix  ” .My first reaction was “ lok Sabha elections and she would be my cameraman”

Shekhar- Your camerawoman sound intresting (* winking*) and now you are breaking the golden rule ,no talks of work at home ,look what I have for you
Shekhar pulled out a photoframe with a picture and placed it on the tea table ,Tara picked up and she exclaimed with joy” AWW ! its of kerela that perfect evening when the phone battery died out “

Admiring the picture ,she suddenly noticed “ Look that guy ,one who was wanted to sue ,he has come into the background .Oh he spoiled this nearly perfect picture”

Shekhar- Sometimes little imperfections make the moment more beautiful”

Tara smiled and lovingly looked at that picture

“Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ at #CelebrateBlogging with us.”

Sunday, August 24, 2014

And i missed the train..............

This week’s WOW challenge made me remember an incident from my own life and one of the most memorable incident capable of tag “ Too much hi ho gaya yaar “ .This dates back to the time when I was in class 12th and was appearing for multiple Pre medical Tests which made me travel all through the country . So it was AIIMS pre medical exam was in Mumbai
My mamaji lived there and it was decided that my mother would take me along to Mumbai for the exam and we would be staying at my mamaji’s place. It was peak season and dad ran through pillar and post to get confirmed tickets of Bombay mail .Our home is quite near to Railway Station and fundamental rule of travelling says that “Nearer the station to your house ,more is the possibility of missing the train”
So the due date arrived with mom doing all the packing and I was busy with studies. Mom bought some gifts for mamaji’s family and asked my dad to bring laddoos of one sweet shop which were such a hit with my mamaji’s family and that too 3 kgs . The train was at midnight .Before leaving dad got the ladoos only to my maa’s shock that it was only 2kgs ,the result of which was every family’s kissa “ Saari bachat tumhari mere ghar waalon par hi hoti hai”
This sweet fight took a lot of time ,we had to remind them that we will miss the train. We loaded the luggage in the car and after having “ Curd with sugar” we left. We had just left the home when car broke down and after repeated attempts to start it,it didn’t .It was past 11 p.m and the autos were nowhere in sight. My dreams of being a doctor faded with every vehicle that refused to stop .Suddenly a police patrol vehicle stopped and asked us what was the matter. On listening to the urgency of situation ,they offered me and mom a lift .Suddenly they seemed as incarnation of Lord Vishnu  himself to my maa.
We reached the station at 11.55 p.m and one train was there at Platform number 1.Thanking the policemen ,gasping for some air we ran towards the train .I asked one person who was in a hurry which train was it ,He said” Mumbai-Howrah” .We sighed a breath of relief and sat down at the platform realizing that there still was some time left for the train to arrive
Mumbai –Howrah gave the siren and left the platform ,we both looked at the train  and here was the shock of our life .The last bogie of the train said
                       MUMBAI MAIL
                     MUMBAI- HOWRAH
And we missed the train……………………………..

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

Monday, July 7, 2014

Meet SUDHA DIDI - A MARDAANI ,lighting up many lives

A woman in her twenties arrives from Kerela to Bihar as a teacher way back in 1965.Coming from a well off family she has just heard of the poverty and deprivation in Bihar. Deep inside she knew she wanted to work for the needy and downtrodden .Spending some evening hours at a leprosy centre and assisting the medical staff during cholera outbreaks, the deaths, the caste and class differentiation even in extreme  poverty moved her. She came across a community called Musahar community ,the most backward of all where the men folk worked daily as labors and then drank  in evening, women were abused ,girls were married off at the age of 7-8 years ,dirt and filth occupied their colonies, poverty has taken such an ugly form that they started eating “Rats” and to her utter shock, rapes of the girls by dominant  caste groups were a common occurrence ,never reported.

“Sudha Didi “  as they fondly call Padmashree Sudha Verghese ,the woman behind Nari Gunjan of Bihar empowering dalit girls and women since 21 years ,Ask Sudha didi and she will tell you her journey as a woman in a man’s world ,no one can uphold MARDANI in such a true sense as her.

From constructing nalas to demanding equal pay for work for the women ,educating their children to making aware of their rights, Sudha Didi was everywhere on her cycle, at their call . Though there are endless stories of service and humanity by this lady what really made me salute her was when she decided to fight against the rape of the dalit girls .It all started when she persuaded the family of a Gang rape victim in 1997 to file an FIR against the rapists assuring them that their prevails a justice of land and the accusers just can’t walk away. The dominant caste from which the rapists belonged came to their colony and threatened them. They could have never imagined that a frail looking Sudha didi was the strength behind women standing against them .After Thana gheraos, Road blocks, petitions ,  dhamki,years of legal fight and attempts to even shoot her she managed to put the rapists behind the bars .It lits up her eyes when she tells me that within two years of that incident ,9 rape cases were reported which brought down the incidences of rape as a tool to suppress women of lower caste.

From a lady who just walked into a musahar tola to stop the child marriage of a 8 year old girl ,as I pass through the girls hostel to meet Sudha Didi ,I saw a group of girls training for karate,somewhere inside girls were practicing instrumental music ,some were studying and as they wished me Good evening didi ,I realized that this woman has pulled these girls out of the trap of poverty ,rape and oppression  through her Nari Gunjan which has 250 hostels, 550 self help groups and now giving training to thousands of girls for making them self dependent.

I ask her –what drives you to work tirelessly for these girls?
Sudha Didi- I found meaningfulness in life by dedicating my life to them ,to the people who were left with no choices.I have seen many deaths, multiple struggles which gives me hope to carry forward this journey with people. It’s a blessing of God that I chose to work for them and without their support ,their generosity ,their love and care I could not have done what ever has been achieved .Its these people who drive me ,they eat a chapati less but they never forget to feed me ,they catch fish and rats and gift it to me as a matter of gratitude. what more can I ask for

I Ask her –At any point of time ,do you regret not having a family, coming to Bihar?
Sudha didi- Never! My family comprises thousands ,why would I regret
She smiles and we wave goodbye to her and to all the girls ,I am returning back again to teach Dance to the girls ,I was happy,I was contempt that I came to meet Sudha Verghese for the “MARDANI BLOGGING Contest” but above that I was carrying back utmost respect and a sense of service from her.

Some days make you a better person, I Just had one J

This is written as a part of I am Mardaani activity exclusively at for Indian Bloggers.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Support KHABAR LEHARIYA.........its not just a newspaper

 Khabar Lahariya (Bundeli for ‘News Waves’) is a group of newspapers written, edited, illustrated, produced and marketed by rural women in Uttar Pradesh and Bihar from Dalit, tribal, Muslim and backward castes. It covers local news that mainstream media often ignores, and is the only local-language newspaper available to readers in the districts where it is published.
The first edition of Khabar Lahariya was launched in May 2002 in Chitrakoot district of Uttar Pradesh. Today, Khabar Lahariya has six editions in five local languages: Awadhi, Bundeli, Bajjika, Bhojpuri, and Hindustani. Its online edition, available at, contains a selection of news from different editions in all these languages.
Winner of many prestigious awards like Chameli Devi award, UNESCO prize ,Khabar lehariya a potent tool of social engineering in the areas where they have made inroads on their own ,u can support this group by donating at
Support this newspaper in any way you can 

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

ठूंठ होता समाज

पेड़ पर लटकी दो लाशें
उस ठूंठ की तरह
जिसे गाँव की पगडण्डी से
आते जाते जिसे सबने देखा है
पर कभी किया नहीं अफ़सोस
उसके ख़त्म होने का
सूख जाने का
बंद दरवाज़ों से उतना डर नहीं लगता
जितना की भीड़ में घूरती निगाहों से
नेता जी की “जवानी की गलतियाँ”
छूती है मुझे भीड़ भरी बस में
“डेंटिंग- पेंटिंग “ लगाकर जब निकलती हूँ बाहर
बस स्टॉप पर होती है मुलाकात
एक आम लड़की से
जिसे “निर्भय” बनने का कभी कोई शौक नहीं था
 थोड़ा आगे बढ़ी तो सुनाइ दी एक चीख
बंद दरवाज़ों से जिसे हम घर कहते हैं
सारी गलती मेरी है या फिर मेरे कपड़ों की
की आगे बढ़ रहे हाथों को “भैया” नहीं कहा
बलात्कार पर बनने वाले कॉमिक सीन्स पर
 थिएटर में बैठे मैंने भी ठहाके लगाये थे
सत्यमेव जयते के नाम पर सिर्फ उस हीरो ने नहीं
दो घड़ियाली आंसू मैंने भी बहाए थे
तो जब किसी कोने में ,किसी कसबे में एक लड़की की नहीं
इंसानियत की होती है मौत
शराफत को कुचला जाता है पैरों तले
अस्मिता का गला दिया जाता है घोंट
और सभ्यता का होता है रेप
तो मैंने भी कभी
ठूंठ होते हुए समाज को किया है अनदेखा
आते जाते जिसे सबने देखा है
पर कभी किया नहीं अफ़सोस
उसके ख़त्म होने का
सूख जाने का

Monday, May 26, 2014


बचपन में रात होते ही
घर की छत पर सोया करते थे
तब सुनी थी बहुत कहानियां
राजा- रानी की माँ से
शिव पार्वती की दादी माँ से
फिर किताबों ने खोली एक नयी खिड़की
मिली मुझे सिन्ड्रेला जैसी लड़की
रपुन्ज़ेल के लम्बे बालों के किस्से
और हर कहानी में हैप्पी एंडिंग वाले हिस्से
कुछ नॉवेल ने ,कुछ सिनेमा ने
पीछे छोड़ दिया दादी माँ को
महादेवी का अकेला जीवन
या अमृता –इमरोज़ का एकाकीपन
बच्चन को ना कुछ भूलना था ना याद रखना
मुक्तिबोध का अपने ही दूजे से लड़ना
निराला ढूँढ रहे थे अपनी “सरोज” को
और दिनकर अपने खोये ओज को
अज्ञेय की कलम चलती चली जा रही थी
और नागार्जुन को देश की चिंता मार रही थी
व्हिस्की और वुमन के साथ खुशवंत थे खुश
और नयी सोच वाले अपने नाम से नाखुश
ज़िन्दगी की समझ के परदे खोलते ये लोग
एक अनसुलझी पहेली सुलझा रहे थे 
इन कहानियों पर पड़ी गर्त हटाने की कोशिश थी 
या फिर अपना सच चीख कर बता रहे थे 
रिश्तों के मूल के बीच में 
किश्तों सी कटती है ज़िन्दगी
यह खुद देख रहे थे कि
दुनिया को दिखा रहे थे 
फिर जब उठाया उसी सिन्ड्रेला को
तो वो कुछ हँसती हुई सी लगी
'जीना ' और 'जीना' के बीच का फासला 
मुझे वही पार करा रही थी 
कभी fantasy सा लगता सच,या सच की तरह fantasy
किताबों से निकली कहानी बुनी जा रही थी 
कुछ खिडकियों पर पड़ती बारिश सा 
जो अन्दर ना गिरकर भी भीगा रही थी 
दूर सी ,अजनबी सी लगती वो दुनिया
क्यूँ खिसकती नज़दीक आ रही है
बचपन का nostalgia कहूँ इसे
या मोहब्बत हो चली है 

Saturday, May 24, 2014

I have a dad who happens to be my hero........

We are a pets crazy family n yes it runs in our genes (don't count my mom though ,she is a complete no no when it comes to pets) .This memory goes back to two incidents n so different in time scales .It so happened that it was raining for continuously two days n the roads, canals, everything was flooded, no electricity (the time when there was no face book ,so it didn't matter much ) .We were trying to float our "very bad in shape" paper boats to the canal that flowed at the back of our home n suddenly we saw three little kittens who were born just two days back clinging to a wooden piece which was just on the verge of floating with the stream and a cat, their mother trying to enter into water to save them but the strong water flow pushing her back, As is every child's habit ,we ran to Daddy as we always believe at that age he has the solution to every problem in the world n told him about the plight of kittens He came with us and after a brief thought ,he entered into water n let me tell u it was not a fresh water canal ,it was the main canal that took the waste water away from the town ,embedded in water till his stomach, he picked them up n brought home ,washed them with damp cloth and fed them milk with a small spoon, the cat looked at him adoringly ,so did we n mummy with anger ,as always obsessed with cleanliness she was instructing dad to clean himself, take a bath n then enter the house........till date neither has mum changed nor my dad

*Next incident of my crazy dad goes to the time when we lost our sweetheart puppy Tipsy.Tipsy was a pet dog ,she was THE MOST IMPORTANT member of my family (n yes this time my maa also loved her)she fell ill n refused to eat anything ,even when we tried feeding her chicken (okk,its a big thing in a brahmin family but for tipsy to eat ,we could have done anything ) ,even the veterinary doctors refused to do any miracle n those days our diner table was silentn only conversation we used to have was of cursing the veterinary science (not the doctor because he happens to be my uncle) n one sad day after coming from her veterinary visit, she was no more ,we were crying ,i took her in my laps n sat for hours n in the afternoon my dad came from clinic n when he entered home, he could make out that tipsy was no more he took her in his lap n looked at her with absolutely expressionless eyes .It was decided that tipsy would be buried in my brother's factory area so that wild dogs won't dig her up n eat her body ,we went ,the laborers dig up a big hole ,tipsy was gently pushed inside and the worker started to pour mud over her body and suddenly my daddy who was silent all this time, screamed "Don't pour mud over her face ,it would hurt her eyes" n yes he cried ,cried like a little baby who was lost in a crowd ,completely unaware of people around watching that its the same Dr Saheb whom we look up to always is crying .Next day our maid came to work and she said to me ,"In the slum colony, the talk of the day was ,how Dr Saheb was crying "

There you are standing as tall as an oak tree when I am small

You stand over me guarding my actions and catch me when I fall

When I reach the teens you are there
giving me your knowledge and wit

and although the times get tougher as i grow you never ever quit.

as I reach adulthood I start to do things on my own

wondering how you did it from the time I was born until I was grown.

Then I remember all you have done for me throughout the years

Remembering you were there for me through the happy times and the tears

I am happy you are my Dad

It makes my heart feel merry and glad.

no other person could ever take your place

And i realize this as i look into your face

This Fathers Day I want to honor you

For all the wonderful things that you do

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