The polished boot

The polished boot

Do you see those pink boots there? Get them polished and also give these clothes to the tailor. You also have to bring some groceries Tina. And, why haven’t you cleaned the first floor? It’s still dusty. You want a deduction in your salary? You know how helpless you were before this job? You had nothing in life. We’ve given you everything. Now go. What are you looking at? Go from here.

Tina, with a sad, pale face slowly went from there. She wanted to peel out the tears from her eyes but then, something stopped her. She knew that this is not the life she is going to live forever and always. She could have escaped from there but she knew what destiny held for her. For a moment, she was numb and indecisive. Fifteen year old Tina went to complete all the errands. Then, she came back home, and after handing over the things to Mrs. Vrinda, she swiftly went to her room, put on a blanket and acted like she was in a deep sleep until Mrs. Vrinda came in to check on her. Mrs. Vrinda was not always arrogant and snobbish. After all, she knew that Tina was a kid only. She didn’t disturb Tina and closed the door of her room.

Tina was only three when Aggarwal’s had found her sitting under a flyover having a torn and tattered boot in her hand. Mr. Aggarwal distinctly remembered that he had a similar shoe. Well, that is  just a coincidence or not even that. Someone can have a similar shoe. But, what striked Mr. Aggarwal was the exceptional lustre of the shoe even though it was in such a condition. Mr. Aggarwal thought of going to the girl and asking her about the boot but the red light had turned green by that time. Also, Tina was not the only one in the whole city who lived under a flyover. There were many others. After a week, Mr. Aggarwal again saw the girl sitting under the flyover holding that lustrous boot. He finally parked his car in the side and got off. He asked the girl about the shoe but she didn’t utter a word. She kept looking at the man with tender eyes. Mr. Aggarwal was an exceptionally kind person. For once, he thought that he should take the girl to the nearby NGO who take care of left out children, orphans etc. But then, he suddenly changed his plan. He took the girl to his house instead. Mrs. Vrinda was not liking the idea that Mr. Aggarwal brought some roadside girl to home. The girl didn’t utter anything out of her mouth. She didn’t even know her name. So, they kept her name’ Tina’. Mr. Aggarwal said that she would be staying for some days and then he’ll take her to the nearby NGO. The girl looked at both of them and started crying. Both Mr. and Mrs. Aggarwal couldn’t understand why Tina started crying but it seemed that she wanted to live in the home only. Days, months and years passed and Tina became the official servant of Aggarwal family. Mr. Aggarwal would always say that he would take Tina to the NGO but he never did. Mrs. Vrinda had of course got someone as her helping aid for  her home and she made full use of it. However rudely Mrs. Vrinda behaved with her, Tina still did the work as designated by her. Mrs. Vrinda had also noticed the shiny torn and tattered boot in Tina’s hand but never asked anything about it. Only Tina had the secret to it. Tina is fifteen now and the special boot is still kept in her room. It is the boot that has given her all the strength and power to face whatever she has faced. The boot has some special powers that gives the strength to Tina and also foretells the next moment of her life. That’s why Tina knows that even if she can escape, she has her destiny polished in the shoe. She had got this shoe from her mother when she was just an infant. When Mr. Aggarwal had spotted her under the flyover, her mother had already died a year back in a road accident. Tina has a partial memory of the incident but she has still kept this shoe with her in the memory of her mother that still shines the same. It is as if Tina’s destiny was gifted to her by her dead mother. She waits for the time when she will see the light of the day and experience the freedom that the boot foretells.

via Daily Prompt: Polish

 

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Trip to Vaishno Devi

Trip to Vaishno Devi

So this was one of my usual yearly trips. It was the last day of  my college exams and also the last day of  my college. Though it was hard to leave college as I couldn’t believe these three years had passed so swiftly. But, as the saying goes, “To gain something, something else has to be sacrificed.” So there was this nostalgic feeling like the one I had when I left school. There was this excitement to do another course and also the sad- sad feeling of leaving college. My mother had already booked the tickets for Vaishno Devi, the religious locale of Jammu & Kashmir. I was nervous for my last test and melancholic for the last day of college and I had zero excitement for going to Vaishno Devi. Only when my exam went well, and I had bid a goodbye to my close friends and classmates did I feel excited about the trip. This time only three of us were going, my mom, my younger brother and me. There was another friend of my mom and her son who accompanied us. I thought that I’ll get bored because mom will be busy talking to her friend and my brother will be busy talking to his friend as there was no one of my age but me being a chirpy being and all others involving in a good conversation, it was rather easy to mix up.

So, it was 5:30 in the evening when we had to board the Shiv Shakti Express from New Delhi Railway Station. My father had come to drop us there. This time we had to travel in a three-tier AC  instead of our usual two-tier AC . My mom’s friend and her son came in a little late. The train was about to leave the station. The station as usual was not very clean and tidy. The usual hustle bustle, garbage strewn everywhere, people spitting tobacco and some others using foul language. And also, people carrying their colorful luggage with the utmost hurry. There were some people changing platforms while some others waiting endlessly for the train to come.

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We reached at 5 in the morning to Katra. This was the first time we were travelling to Katra instead of Jammu Tawi. Katra is the new station that has been built up in order to reduce the distance from where the devotees start their journey towards the Bhawan where the temple of Vaishno Mata is built. Unlike New Delhi Railway Staion, Katra Station was impeccably neat and clean and there was no hustle bustle there. The serene mountains were clearly visible in the light of dawn.

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We had booked the dormitory of shrine board at Katra where we took rest and got ready. We had the best and lightest breakfast of tea and bread butter from a roadside vendor. After this, we took an auto from where we had to start walking towards the Bhawan and cover 13 km by foot. We started at 8 in the morning and reached the Bhawan at 2 in the afternoon. We were of course tired but this long climbing on the rocks was enjoyable as well. We kept having something to eat or drink in between and there were resting places made on the way. Bhojanalyas were quite a trend there. After every other mile there was a bhojanalya where kadhi chawal and rajma chawal were served along with a variety of soft drinks to choose from.

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So, these were the usual bhojanalyas that we found on the way. Other than this, there was Cafe Coffee Day at various points. We also had a chilled cold coffee along with some snacks from there.

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But, all this eating spree was when we had climbed a few miles. The very first thing that we saw was this welcome point also known as Banganga from where we started walking.

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The first temple when we started walking was Charanpaduka where it is believed that Vaishno Mata first put her feet.

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With the slogans of ” Jai Mata Di”, we climbed to Bhawan with all our strength and energy. We had a room booked at Vaishnavi Bhawan from where the clear view of ‘Mata ka Bhawan’ was visible.

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The view was scenic as well.

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This was the view of the mountains when we woke up early morning and encountered this view from our room balcony.

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And, this is me standing in the balcony, looking back and not wanting to be clicked! 😛

But, this is the view of the next day when we had already had darshan of Vaishno Mata and also Bhairon Baba the day before. It was cloudy that day and it rained heavily as well. There were hailstorms. We were standing in the queue but the queue was under the shed so we didn’t get wet in the rains. And, as soon as our chance to enter the temple came, the hailstorms had already stopped. How lucky we were as if Mata was constantly taking care of us. Also, when we went to Bhairon Baba, we were again lucky because as soon as we reached there, and we had had darshan of the temple of Bhairon Baba, the gates were closed for the aarti. So those devotees, who came in late, had to wait for another hour and half. I don’t have much photos of the inside of the temples of Bhairon Baba and Vaishno Mata as photography was prohibited there and also because of too much rush and hustle bustle. As vacations are going on these days, there were many devotees out there. But, this was one of the photos of a cloudy sunset that I clicked after reaching Bhairon Baba.

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So, the next day, we started to climb down the mountains. We even had a booking in Adhukuwari which is halfway to the Bhawan for the darshan of an ancient cave for devotees to see. Because of a lot of rush and plethora of devotees, our chance didn’t come, even though we waited for long there. We just visited the ancient temple there and started climbing down. We had a little of healthy food also like this fresh cucumber. It tasted really well. Such a taste of cucumbers is not there at home. There was something special about them.

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On the way, we clicked a lot of photos and this was one of them where I got clicked with a donkey. 😛

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When we were about to reach to the foothills, i.e. Katra, we encountered this shop where a man was writing names on keyrings through his calligraphy pen. Each key ring costed us for some 25 Rupees after getting the name written. We bought some 10 key rings from that man.

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And, this was one of the photos I clicked with my mom and yes, I can’t deny that we do look like sisters. Getting confused about who is the mother and who is the daughter is natural. 😛

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Also, I had noticed something funny after climbing down to Katra from where we had to take an auto.

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You can see how passionately the Cow is enjoying her food. 😛

When we had climbed down thirteen long kilometres, we just had lunch at Katra at one of the famous restaurants there ‘Jewel’s’. It is reasonable and it has all the variety of all types of foods:-  North Indian, South Indian, Chinese etc. It even has a variety of desserts and soft drinks to choose from. Ranging from Ice- cream sodas to lemonade and pepsi as well. And also, Gulabjamuns and Halwas, Burfis etc. There was everything. And all of us were super hungry, so we had a lots of food to grab. The same day, we had our train in the evening. We boarded the train at 7:30 in the evening and we reached New Delhi at 6:50 in the morning. We booked our cabs and reached home in about an hour. Though, it was what everyone does on a trip, but it was still special, atleatst for me, as I had last visited Vaishno Devi when I had given my board exams in 12th and now I had gone there after giving my college exams. It was tiring yes, but it was a sweet and lovely trip that gave me an instant break after my final exams in college. 🙂

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So, these were the five of us who rocked this trip.  This is one of the decent selfies that we clicked. 😛

If you’ve some good memories or anything to tell from your last trip, you can tell in the comments section below. Because, Life in itself is a trip full of beautiful and fond memories. 🙂

 

 

 

Conundrum

Conundrum

There’s something about being unplanned,

About not being sorted,

And travelling without knowing the routes,

In an utterly enjoyable strangeness.

There’s something about wordless words in a game of Crossword,

About the unsolved sums of mathematics,

About blank space in answer sheets,

And laughing on something usual rather than unusual

There’s an interesting facade,

To everything unknown,

Unfound,

Something profound

There’s something about these conundrums,

They’re enigmatic pieces of solutions,

Lying mostly in absurd,

Forever lying in their grey areas.

Daily Prompt: Retreat

Daily Prompt: Retreat

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” What do you think we should do now?”, said Hannah.

“I don’t know.” said Denny

“I  had least thought about it.”

” Do you think we should abort the baby?”

“Maybe”

” We can’t manage to have him right now in our life, its too early!!”

“Yeah, It’s just three months!”

” Just three months? What do you mean just three months? That isn’t a big deal, you think so?”

” Oh, Please Hannah…..only you lured me into it.”

“Wait, What? I lured you? Didn’t we do it by choice. We both decided on it.”

( Denny bangs the door and leaves the room…..making Hannah more distressed. It was not the first time that Hannah had been distressed but this time her distress was genuinely reasonable. She couldn’t think of anything, any plan or idea. It was the last year of college and she had no idea of what was she doing about her life other than being pregnant.)

[After a month]

” What have you thought of now Hannah.?” asked Denny

” Oh please you don’t ask, its totally my choice now. You had banged the door as if you had nothing to do with the baby.” said Hannah.

” I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do or how to react that time. And, its our baby.”

“Get lost please. I’ve told my mom about it and she has asked me to let the embryo grow.”

“What? Your mom knows about it? Didn’t she…… ?”

“Yeah, can you please leave? I don’t want to talk. It’s fine if I focus on my entrance and  my baby afterwards.”

( There was nothing better than retreating the problem and thinking of something better rather than letting the baby take birth but Denny didn’t have an authority over the unborn baby because he didn’t hold himself responsible for the same.)

[ After five more months]

(Hannah had cleared her  exam. She was not getting admission in the desired college but she was still getting the one where both Denny and her had graduated from.  On the other hand, the baby had taken his entry into the world but only had his mother’s hands to take care. )

 

 

 

 

In the lapse of times…

In the lapse of times…

 

 

“Why are you calling me ‘A mischief’?” And, I could feel the bullets of laughter coming out from his mouth. Though, I was thinking about why he was acting weird, what I really asked is “What was so weird that you were calling me ‘A mischief’?” And, all he said just slightly touching my strand of hair was” cos you are.” I looked into his eyes and laughed a mischievous laugh.

I realised I was so lost with my own thoughts and memories that I was not writing notes in class anymore. I was not aware why I was laughing, and my friends and fellow classmates were also doing the same. Maybe, they were laughing, thinking and wondering what made me laugh in so serious an episode. While, everyone was listening in class to the lecture, I disturbed the wholeness of it by my jolly outburst.

The next moment the bell rang and everyone was giving their attendance. The professor looked at me through her sceptical eyes, maybe asking me the same question that I was asking him or maybe wanted to ask him,“ Why were you acting weird?” I went back and came again in a moment and all I could do is to give a twitched notorious smile. Again I looked in the eyes of others and gave the same bland answer to them, the funny gesture of mine.

My younger cousin came up to me asking about the book I am reading. I showed her the cover of it and she asked the same question, the question of my heart questioning me of my weirdness.

She was sleeping in the vagaries of her dream, in the vines of her wonders, in the fantasies of her possibilities. The windows of her room were open, the cool air putting its feet inside and the shiver was out of her eyes openly closed. A naked blanket lay over the naked corpse.

 

“Give it back to me.” You won’t understand even the upholstery of it.” She throws it back to me. “ What the……? Let me sleep a little more. Don’t slosh water over me.” I am on my bed, half-asleep. My book and the photo of my younger cousin accompanying me in the same. It’s barely been two months that I am trying to develop this new habit of waking up early in the morning, and the day I don’t do that, I am rewarded with water sloshing. Well, this is one of the instances of your upbringing when your parents are not really yours. They’re your step parents. And, they treat you in ways that are at times not really what you had expected to be. The ways, that you can say as unjust. Well, there’s hardly any point discussing that anymore. Sometimes, you’ve to accept the present as it is.

I have been missing Aakriti all this while for reasons that only I know of. We have always stayed together in the same house, shared bittersweet memories. Those innocent laughter, the hue and cry over smallest of things and then again getting along well. Our naughty ventures and then supporting each other in that as well. We almost had the same choices and opinions on things, which made us more close to each other. And, we kept getting closer over the years. Despite similar interests and hobbies, we had the same friends with whom we used to hangout. Aakriti became more like a friend to me than just a sister. Being an orphan, I never felt the absence of being in a home. A home, not only made by cement and bricks but by people. The actual discrepancies of our treatment became more clear when she was no more. Though, earlier also I could sense the difference but it was clear enough now.   When she was alive, even I had the freedom to sleep for long. I was not greeted with water sloshing over me. I was not over- burdened with so many responsibilities.  Now, I have no one to share them as well.

The most shocking fact is, that she died because of me. While everyone thinks that she died of an accident, only I know the real reason of it. Her suicide note in my college locker was enough evidence. She had kept it there before going forever in the heavens. I had no idea she would come to know about it. I had no idea she would take such a step.

She had found us together at the Rockside Garden. Yes, me and Ajay! Though, we had lived together, we had shared things, A boyfriend is something or rather, someone no one would want to share with anyone else. But, she didn’t know she was doing that too. I had met Ajay so many times through Aakriti that me and Ajay had developed intimacy with each other. Though, she thought him to be her boyfriend, he never looked at her through those eyes. He was two years elder to her, exactly my age. She also didn’t know the story behind the stage. She was too innocent to decipher that something was going on between me and Ajay. But, maybe she had started suspecting that something was wrong, something unfamiliar. Both of us didn’t know that she had seen us. But, maybe that day, she couldn’t bear it anymore. The guy whom she had thought to be her everything was dating her elder sister. Maybe, she got certain of it that very day.

I only had that piece of paper in my hand where she had detailed about the emotions that she was carrying within her and her one and only wish, to die, to depart from this world. It was sufficient to tell the importance that she had for Ajay, but neither of us wanted to hurt her so badly. We had least expected that she would take such a big step.

She was found lying on the road, blood all over her body. She had been crushed by a speeding truck, or maybe it was a deliberate effort on her part.

She was sleeping in the vagaries of her dream, in the vines of her wonders, in the fantasies of her possibilities. The windows of her room were open, the cool air putting its feet inside and the shiver was out of her eyes openly closed. A naked blanket over the naked corpse.

In a moment, she had become the protagonist of this excerpt from the novel she was earlier calling weird. Even, its name was ‘Weirdness veritable’. It was actually a story of a young girl who used to see weird unusual things in her dreams relating to some strange things in space, or some strange unusual beings. Later, she realises that she has some disorder and she hangs herself out of despair. The ending was quite unjustified and so was the case with Aakriti. She died watching dreams that never got fulfilled, in her own fantasies and wonders.

Each day, he calls me ‘A mischief’, and each day I….. cry for her blaming my own self.

Still stuck in the lapse of times…

This is followed by a loud applause.

My first book launch.

“Thank-You.” Is all I murmur in the present.

Mediocrity

Mediocrity

Have you seen me?

Do you encounter me everyday?

Each day…with different sameness?


Do you notice me working hard,

And still getting nowhere,

Moving on with stealthy footsteps?


I see you whiling away time,

I see you getting along well with everyone,

I see you reaching heights.


Do you know what I think?

I feel how do you do this?

Not just to me but to everyone who is like me.


I reach no less, but not more as well,

I find it hard doing everything I’m doing,

To know that I stand here.


How do you do this?

Why don’t you be like us?

If we can’t be like you?


And I think of you too, failure.

Well, you never come my way,

You are always in your own.


Success does not leave my Hand,

But it doesn’t take me high either,

While you, failure, you better stay where you are.


I make an average 

impression,

On all,

I just earn my daily knolls.


Hi perfection!

Where are you?

There? Listening?


I’m like an ant,

Who feels like a deer,

And not a tiger.


I’ve failed to be you highest scorer,

Millionaire,

Powerful.


I just complete necessary,

And I still compete incessantly,

Where are you, dear perfection?


Hi, I am mediocrity,

And you see me everywhere,

Any moment!


I am in person,

In performance,

In personality.


But, I am the most widespread,

The less talked about,

And the one who is sidelined.


I am not anywhere,

In no news or biopics,

In no magazines or popular movies.


I’m not famous,

Like you manage to be,

And I don’t stand out.


I’m just here to rant,

To try my hand,

At discovering my voice!

A suicide note

A suicide note

I am ending all my miseries and pains,

all my happiness and joys,

I am going back to the start,

or the end of it.

 

I am mediating silence through my soul,

I am going back to the unspeakable noise,

I am retiring from mortality,

and ending its gravity.

 

But, I believe in the afterlife,

and I’ll live on too,

undaunted by my breath,

graving in the depths.

On a sweaty sunny day…

On a sweaty sunny day…

The mordaciousness of the room felt tightening on the skin. The words spoken by him felt like being dictated to ghosts. No one was actually listening. The electricity had gone and students had fans made out of newspaper in their hands. Handkerchiefs were used to their best for cleaning the sweat from the face. It was the first lecture of the day and I could notice the sleepy eyes and the yawning mouths. Some heads were down on the desk and some were half awake of what was going on. Some were even enjoying the games on their mobiles. The  open windows seemed to spread airless air. The heat was peeping through and transcended on to us.

I too was diverted enough to write not the notes or the explanations preached out but to find a way of not feeling bored and choked in the heat of the lecture.

Being a Pluvophile…

Being a Pluvophile…

The drops started to descend,

from up the heavens,

as if the quiet of the skies,

wanted to scream,

or shower their blessings upon,

the earthly beings!

 

The winds were clairvoyant enough,

singing the impending,

happily welcoming the arrival,

of the distinct joyness,

of the colorful umbrellas,

and the power to surrender to the beauty.

 

(Beauty here is the rains that have started with the drops and wind is the source which is bringing up closely the message of the monsoon shower to come. Here, A pluvophile describes rain as the thing of ‘distinct joyness’ as if thanking the winds, the monsoon winds to bring along the respiting showers with them.)

 

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