"The Fate Father"

He was the seventh or the eighth child in the mondol family. But he was special. From the very childhood Swamiji had told Vimla, 'this is the one beti, be sure of my words...."sab ko mithai khilao"(greet everyone with sweets)', Vimla only had ten rupees in her hand, among which 5/- was for the bus fare. But still she bought 'nokuldana'; small sugar balls and offered it to the nearby Hanumanji temple. Mani always said ,"if swamiji had said then the lad will surely bring fortune to us unlike the other unwanted daughters" .

Every saturday after Mani left for work alongwith his 'dabba' full of puffed rice and a torch, Vimla would take Shambhu in her lap and hold Malti's hand and pay a visit to Swamiji. Malti was only 8 and shambhu was now 2. Swamiji told Vimla,"She is big old girl now, when she attains puberty she would handle my ashram and you would attain moksha". Tears rolled down from Vimla's eyes and she waited for that day which would provide them nourishment and moksha from all their suffering and dreadful miseries. Vimla sold away her gold plated silver nose ring, her one and only treasure and all the bronze utensils as an offering to Swamiji's 'charan' (feet)


Ten years have passed, vimla is no more and Mani has become a frustrated soul, she doesnot care if his son or daughters have had their meals....He doesnot bother to think that six malnourished mouths are waiting. It was Sunday the 13th and Sheetal had gone to the well to get water and didnot return, Rajjo her immediate next eloped with her lover to the city the following month. Mani was relieved. But he wanted to be relieved completely and so poisoned the rest two. The villagers thought it was just a case of malnourishment that both of them died the same day. Malti gave up all her inhibitions. She forgot whatever she saw as a kid the night when Mani didnot return home and Vimla rushed to the great soul, 'the fate father' for help, only to return as a helpless women, whose desperate cry barely reached anyone's ears. Malti had become resilient and silent from then, she became a mistress to the Swamiji out of desperation , but what to do of  Shambhu???

Mani had nothing left. He had sold out everything, Villagers doubt that Vimla didnot die of snake bite rather it was Mani....His only posession was Shambhu!!!! 
Shambhu, the one whom the entire police of Shantinagar is searching for. Have you seen him?? Here are his details-

Tall, dark, a mole in his right face........fiery red eyes ......

little hands: salma

Its 9 in the morning. she is already late. "salma! salma! where the hell are you??" , "am in the kitchen memsaheb, washing the dishes, i will go and put the water on fire." salma had never felt like this before. it was her 12th birthday and rehman was not there. he had gone to hussain's house ,as he was ill. she got the water ready and took it to sahab's room,where her memsahab was lying on the cosy bed. "oh! so you have got the water atlast. hey whats today's date??" sahab asked. There was a sudden spark in salma's eyes. "its 13th sahab and you know...." suddenly interrupted by the bang on the door. salma rushes thinking it was rehman and stumbles upon the flower pot.
"is sahab there??",its hussain sahab's wife,the family friend who has come to invite them that night for dinner. salma felt relieved as she need not make chapatis that night and get her usual scolding. she has recently learnt how to make "rotis" but they end up being shapeless and hard. it was 8 on the big wall clock salma saw a yellow taxi standing infront of their house. Memsaheb and saheb all decked up with pungent smell coming from their extravagant clothes. Salma didntot like the perfume, sahab had got from his trip the previous month. salma felt ill and nauseatic.The acute hard hitting smell took  her back to Iran. sahab paid her family hansomely after which they both same here to the alleys of shahpur. Her heart rendering cry during her departure didnot stop for so many days. it was only when she met rehman after coming in this house, and his silly jokes which made her smile. From then on he has been a dear friend. They both loved to have oranges. and played with the peels.Rehman used to smell her little hand. they ran in the lushy fields and promised each other of being friends forever. salma waited till 11 but it was not possible for to keep her eyelids open. "salma!! get up" (whispering to her ear) " .salma slowly opened  her eyes, "rehman!! thank god you came??" . memsaheb laughs "rehman! he has gone back to iran with hussain sahab." salma goes back to the kitchen.

little hands: little hands: confused mind or mind confused??????...

standing by the window side...she had a thousand questions in her mind gibberish but scientific answers she cannot find she went on...day...

standing by the window side...she had a thousand questions in her mind
gibberish but scientific
answers she cannot find
she went on...day and night  sleep was gone..

"how am i standing still....when mother earth is running...i dont feel...??"
"how can the sun be so punctual...on the contrary when am so casual..??"
"why cant i fly....when krissh can...though he too is a man??...does he lie??"
"when each and everyone after running needs rest!! how can TIME be the runner at its best???"
"how can a fly bite me with such strength when my nails are of bigger length???"
"how many omelets can be made out of one ostrich egg...standing on one leg???"
"do kids have fun while going to school in the land of the midnight sun??"
"do mosquitoes bite when the frogs have a fight????"
" why do doctors recommend to have a heavy breakfast when its time to take a break & 'fast' ???"
"why cant a true genius answer in a minute how many times do they blink while watching a titanic sink??"
"how can a sheep be clever...when we wear their wool and they become a fool??"
"where do these questions arise in my brain ...when do i really have a brain or not is the question??...."

"The Fate Father"

He was the seventh or the eighth child in the mondol family. But he was special. From the very childhood Swamiji had told Vimla, 'this is the one beti, be sure of my words...."sab ko mithai khilao"(greet everyone with sweets)', Vimla only had ten rupees in her hand, among which 5/- was for the bus fare. But still she bought 'nokuldana'; small sugar balls and offered it to the nearby Hanumanji temple. Mani always said ,"if swamiji had said then the lad will surely bring fortune to us unlike the other unwanted daughters" .

Every saturday after Mani left for work alongwith his 'dabba' full of puffed rice and a torch, Vimla would take Shambhu in her lap and hold Malti's hand and pay a visit to Swamiji. Malti was only 8 and shambhu was now 2. Swamiji told Vimla,"She is big old girl now, when she attains puberty she would handle my ashram and you would attain moksha". Tears rolled down from Vimla's eyes and she waited for that day which would provide them nourishment and moksha from all their suffering and dreadful miseries. Vimla sold away her gold plated silver nose ring, her one and only treasure and all the bronze utensils as an offering to Swamiji's 'charan' (feet)


Ten years have passed, vimla is no more and Mani has become a frustrated soul, she doesnot care if his son or daughters have had their meals....He doesnot bother to think that six malnourished mouths are waiting. It was Sunday the 13th and Sheetal had gone to the well to get water and didnot return, Rajjo her immediate next eloped with her lover to the city the following month. Mani was relieved. But he wanted to be relieved completely and so poisoned the rest two. The villagers thought it was just a case of malnourishment that both of them died the same day. Malti gave up all her inhibitions. She forgot whatever she saw as a kid the night when Mani didnot return home and Vimla rushed to the great soul, 'the fate father' for help, only to return as a helpless women, whose desperate cry barely reached anyone's ears. Malti had become resilient and silent from then, she became a mistress to the Swamiji out of desperation , but what to do of  Shambhu???

Mani had nothing left. He had sold out everything, Villagers doubt that Vimla didnot die of snake bite rather it was Mani....His only posession was Shambhu!!!!
Shambhu, the one whom the entire police of Shantinagar is searching for. Have you seen him?? Here are his details-

Tall, dark, a mole in his right face........fiery red eyes ......

little hands: JUNO...

little hands: JUNO...: Sitting by the banks of the river, tiera was building a sand castle.Sara also joined her.The sand glittered by the dazzling sun. Its been an hour or so since tiera left home and came here.She loved to see the sky changing its colours...pink to red,purple..and finaly black and she kept staring.But when did sara join her...she didnot have any clue.Tiera associated sarah with the blue bird, both had plaintive,speaking eyes. The blue bird who would come everyday and sit on the window pane in her room and would search for tiera and as she would enter the little bird would flip her wings with excitement. she was the first one to make friendship with tiera...Its been almost 3 months since they have come to "cielo" .the place where they live is quite desolate..The colors in the sky were similar to the colours in her wings,purple and pink with a red beak...sitting on the rock sara was singing a song, may be she learnt it from those girls with whom she was chatting for a long time...it was a folk song...tiera started humming as well....but somehow tiera is not in the best of moods today.She felt even the colours in sky were not fused well .Sarah lived in a small thatched house with her grandmom near the field,and she brought flowers for tiera's mother everyday...as tiera's mother loved the smell and she would feel much better lying all day due to her illness...but sarah only came to give the flowers...she didnot interact with tiera much..sara's eyeswere so pale..it seemed eyes needed some rest..they were burdened with thoughts ...but tiera didnot ask her....though they were of the same age...but she still felt some gap.walking through the waters...tiera realised what was worrying her all day long?? It was the blue bird..for the past two days she is not coming,both tiera and the bird would look up in the sky for long and then after having some grains from tiera's hands she would fly away. But what happened to the bird??...now no one's there to talk to, to listen to her twittering was a wonder...but where will she search her....with utmost despair tiera dropped down...sitting motionless on the sand..she could smell the smell of the  gushy water..."its dark lets go......what happened to you??" tiera looke up to find it was sarah leaning forward....tiera broke down, understanding the sensitivity of the situation sara sat beside her and said..."lets go for a walk...its wonderful to walk in the night and enjoy the smell of the flowers coming from the nearby field.you look sad,if you want, you can share..." tiera atlast broke her silence and said," I lost my friend...", "oh God!!...I lost my friend too. my pet bird juno", sarah answerd....holding each other's hands both of them started walking on bare foot feeling the cool waters...But where was the blue bird?? she remained hidden in the dark blue cky...which she loved the most.

little hands: streams........

little hands: streams........:

busy streets
glowing lights
fleeting winds
whispering by

chimney smoke
barren land
cloudy sky
men out of sight

hovering shadows
zinzy wine
cigar in hand
unmindful flight

hunger and pain
howl and cry
bloody old listeners
without pathos or sigh.....

hazzy gog gles :-) hizzy bizzy

little hands: hizzy bizzy:

twittering sound

chatter boxes around

flooded streets

unwanted pits

spicy sizzlers 

impatient listeners

gushy waters

meshy gutters

orangy splash

potato smash

full on night 

birthday bash