Thursday, July 31, 2014

Leni Deni & India!

Jise dekho vahi duniya ki lene p laga pada h!
Or aap?

Modiji ko dekho,
Lagta h jaise ek budha bandar h,
Jo kafi saalo se maun vrat p h.
Army k jawan mare,
Ya china inki keh k lele.

Use dekho,
Ise dekho,
sab h pareshan h.

Sonia ko dekho,
kabi laloo to kabi nitish,
ek se kaam nhi chalta iska!
Saare choro ko ikattha kar rhi h,
Jaise kisi sabse bade ghotale ki tyari kar rhi ho.

UPSC aspirants ko dekhlo,
Dhang se padh nhi paye,
to road p tamsha kar rhe h,
Jisne sahi preparations kar rakhi h,
Unki ye dhang se le rhe h.

Khud ko mirror me dekho,
To aisa feel hota h jaise,
sabse bada be was insaan saamne khada ho.

Log padh padh kar h pareshan,
Kisko job chahiye,
to kisiko paise,
To kisiko.....!

Commonwealth me golds ki le rakhi h,
Indian athletes ne.
AAj ye gold jeete ja rhe h,
Kal ye yhi kisi road k side p,
Paan cigarette bechte nazar aayenge.
Dhanya h hamari bharat mata!

Isi beech me,
Kejriwal ko dekho,
Lagta h jaise saare auto wale iske jiju h.
Inhi se iska ghar chalta h,
Or autowalo se hi ye desh chalayega!
Hights of chutiyapa!

Gaza me dekho,
Kya ho rha h?
Kuch seekho unse!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Thank You USA

Thank you readers.
Reason: Half a lac of readers.
Overwhelmed!

Special thanks to the USA readers who have always outnumbered Indian readers with huge margin. And their number is rising everyday!
Keep reading.
I'll be getting you fresh stories from India.
It feels great when I check my blog stats and find a great difference between Indian and USA readers.


Thanks again.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Accident Happen down the Roads, because Road is always Hungry!

Exactly by 5:30PM, I leave my office,
Then starts a bike race,
Race with the auto rickshaws,
With buses,
With cars and bikes.
And cycles as well!

It was raining,
Road was wet,
Like a plate has been sprayed with water,
Before filling it with food.

I ride,
Slow and fast,
Fast and slow,
With horn, blowing with little break,

I move on,
tearing through the crowded city roads.
The car moved on right,
And an old man on the left.
Quite relaxed.

I blow horn.
Once, twice, thrice.
The old man walks,
And walks like a deaf.

I visualize his right hand,
Getting hit by my bike.
And I simply press brakes.
Bike jumps into the car,
And me on the road,
Wet road.

I rise up.
Collect my bag.
Some people run to pick my bike up.
'Are you alright?'
Somebody asks.
'Yeah, Thank you.' I say.
And jump back on my bike.
Lovely parrot bike.

A man approaches,
And says,
What were you doing?
I got confused.
Then he grabs me with my collar.
And drags me down the bike.
Then I realize what I had done.
I have already got hit in my legs and hands,
That pain badly.

Within seconds,
The car owner is lying on the ground.
I am on riding on another bike now.
And fuks the bloody bastard.

That's the humanity in New Delhi.
People love their cars,
More than their mothers and sisters.
I shower heavy punches on the sisterfucker.
And ride back on my lovely bike,
And fly to my place!

Monday, July 28, 2014

Eid Mubarkbad

Day looks new,
Refreshing, green and clean.
Streets are empty,
Offices are closed,
Schools shut,
Parks are full,
Full of kids.

Sky is clear,
But sun is invisible,
But lights are there.
May be he is busy,
Busy in some preparations,
Preparations to welcome Moon.

Trees are looking green
And extra clean.
Guavas are ripening,
And some had turned white.
Yellows are falling on the ground,
And the seeds are spread,
All around the fruit.

Small colorful birds are jumping,
Jumping in the happiness,
And excitements,
From one branch to the other.

Mynahs are gathering,
As if today is their holiday.
The crows are speaking,
But in lower tone today.
They are on leave,
Off teasing other birds.

The wind is absent,
As if it’s helping the Sun,
In the preparations,
Preparations to welcome Moon.

Mosques are full,
Full of kids,
Full of white kurta and pajamas,
And round caps,
Caps are carved with many designs.

A wind takes a break,
And come down to the Earth.
To shook the trees,
To feed us some fresh oxygen.
Everybody and everything on earth,
Are preparing to end Ramzan.


Netaon se, hamari hai darkhwast,
Karde hame Azad.

Eid Mubarkbad!

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Hindu Muslim

Hindu Muslim ladte h.
Ek dusre ko jalate h.
Kaat b dete h.
Ek baar b nhi sochte jinhe unhone vote kiya h wahi ye sab karwate h.

On ground level they have to live together.
Truth is that they can't live without each other.
They are born together.
On the same mitti.
They've grown up together.
On the same mitti.
To grow old together.
Love each other.
Otherwise these politicians will gulp all of you. someday!

Behind the Broken tall walls of Tughlaqawad Fort

Right in the morning, at fifteen past seven, the guard had unlocked the huge iron gate of the Tughlaqawad fort. I walked in and found a map carved on steel board on my right hand side. I tried to study it but failed. I stood there for some time, thinking; shall I go to left or straight?

I chose to move straight as I could see the parts on the left side while returning. My eyes fell on the top of the tallest broken wall. I saw a small girl, sitting at the top.
'What the hell?' I said to myself.
I walked close to the wall and found the girl, doing something with her hands. At first, I couldn't notice but later on I guessed that she was collecting manjha of some kites. But it was strange, finding a small girl sitting on the top of a wall even when the main gate was locked from outside. She was wearing a government school uniform. I got scared first but dared to talk to her, standing before the wall.
'She is probably a spirit.' I guessed.

'From where?' I dared to ask her, completing the question with some signs that I made, using my hands.
He pointed to her back. I moved on.

Wherever I went I found the small girl trailing behind me or playing with the rock around me. I chitchatted with her. At the same time I was fearing that the girl may plot some attempt to rape story and would let me put behind the bars.

I found many good and bad things hidden behind the tall broken walls of Tughlaqawad fort.
The worst part was the kal kothris. Foolish people are filling them with wastage, wrapper of chocolates and chips, empty water bottles and many other thing. I asked the security to look after them and take of them as those are very rarely left with our heritage.

One of the good things was a small plinth, which is made by putting bricks one on the other from three sides and a piece of rock forms its roof. I saw some scented sticks, smoking.

I stood there for some time and watched people and the dog who kept changing its sitting postures.
A man came with a lota, probably full of water. He slipped out of his chappals and moved to the plinth and stood with his eyes closed, then, he showered the plinth foot with the water. He crouched down and touched his head to the base, rose up, turned back, moved to chappals and them slipped his feet into them and walked away.
Dog kept staring at him till he disappeared behind the broken tall walls.

This time a lady came to the plinth. She was in black burqa. She was beautiful as her eyes could say to me. She looked at me and unwrapped the part of burqa from her face. She looked like an angle. I wished I could marry her! I visualized her a bride, getting married with me. I looked good as a bridegroom.

She cupped her palms and touched one with the other, closed her eyes and did some pray. I watched her, standing on one of the roofs. She also crouched down and spread a sheet on the ground before the plinth and did her namaz.

I got confused.
Was it a temple?
Or a mosque?
Or both?



Before the Rain comes!

The wooden window touch its frame,
With a small tuck.
Crows start cowing,
One by one.
Like disciplined soldiers,
Who fire bullet on a terrorist tied with chain.
One by one.

Then I hear a bang,
And find my door shut,
Perfectly fit into its frame.
Though I apply extra force,
To pull and fit it into the frame.

I peep out through window,
And find guava and mango branches.
The shook and shook,
Forward and backward,
Left and right.
They dance like a young lady,
Who has just started going to dance class.

A hissing sound comes,
And its volume increases.
I look at the tall branches,
They are shaking more at some distance.
They dance like a trained dancer.
Smaller once, copying the bigger once.

Then I hear a patting sound,
And lean to see to the ground.
Ripe fruits are falling,
One after the other.
Like crows are talking,
One after the other.

A bang, louder this time,
The Main gate does it sometimes,
When the wind blows faster.
Squirrels begin singing.
More birds join them.
A parrot flies past my window shouting.
Like a warrior lady,
Who always fight with others in her streets.

I'm sitting in my chair,
With my legs resting on the bed,
In pain.
Two wounds have popped out.
One after another.
First, on the foot finger, was still healing,
Another pooped out of right buttock.
They want me to suffer,
As if I've hurt many good people.

Bed sheet swings,
Touch my leg with the healing wound.
It gives a velvety touch,
Pain dies for the moment.

I rise up,
Look around,
In great pain,
Switch off the ceiling fan,
To feel the cold wind.

The wind dies,
And humidity rejoins,
With its partner,
Heat.

Then I hear pat-pat-patting,
On the window shade.
Crows stop.
Squirrels run away.
No more noise comes from the doors,
And windows.

The rain comes,
Like a newly wedded bride,
Who enters into her husband’s home,
For the first time.

Proudly.   

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

A simple Love Story

He had fallen in love with her at first sight. This was natural in him. He would start loving a girl at first sight! Since he was a boy of thirteen!

It was a Sunday evening. Weather was fresh as a rain had just stopped after showering Delhi for continuous six hours. A white BMW stopped at the parking area of the Metro Walk Mall. One of the back doors opened and a pair of black boots landed on the ground. Other gates also got opened and some cool dudes got down. A beautiful girl emerged out of the car. She was wearing short cloths.

He was parking his old Yamaha RX 100 at the same parking though the area was reserved for the cars only. His eyes, hid under half broken helmet, rolled to the car and he kept staring at it with curiosity for some time. The car was shining more. He was confused; to look at the girl or at the car!


 
His eyes were fixed on the black boot girl. She came out, stretched her arms, removed her big sunglasses and brushed her long open hair. Her hair was almost touching her waist. Three boys, who had come out of the same car, walked to her and discussed something. She nodded, adjusting her sunglasses on the top of her head.
They began to walk down the decorated clean cemented lane, which was the only way to the entrance of the mall.

He threw his broken helmet on the ground next to his bike and followed them. Before that, their eyes had met once. She giggled when she found him looking at her as if it was normal to her.

After getting their bodies scanned with the metal detectors, they were inside the compound of the mall. They guy was so much into hurry that he jumped over the scanner and paced his walking towards the group.

‘Sir,’ the metal detector man said to him from behind.
‘I'm not your sir.’ The guy said in hurry and walked without a pause.
The metal detector man grabbed his wrist and pulled him near entrance and scanned his body. The guy had starched his arms without looking at the metal detector man as his eyes were moving where the group moved.

‘Are you mad or what?’ the man said to the guy.
‘I'm sorry. I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ll speak to you later.’ The boy said and ran towards the group but the group had disappeared somewhere.

He ran to the spot where he had seen the girl while getting his entrance business done.
He ran his eyes to his left and right but the girl was nowhere, nor the boys who were accompanying her.
He then looked up to the sky to curse the God but dint as his eyes felt on the girl who was walking towards Pizza hut on the first floor area.
Three steps jumping at a time and he was on the first floor now. They checked into Pizza hut. He rushed behind them and grabbed a seat in a corner. They discussed for next ten minutes and but result was still awaited so the girl ordered the waiter to get a good chicken pizza for four along with any four mock tails.

‘Sir, any order?’
‘Hmmhhh..’ the boy said, vaguely.
‘Any order, sir.’ The waiter repeated his question, standing before the guy.
‘Oh, I'm sorry.’ The boy said, taking out his wallet.
He scanned and found four old ten rupee notes. He looked back to the waiter who was checking out the girl. The boy hid his wallet and said, ‘Bhenchod, meri wali ko dekh rha h.’

‘Yes sir. You said something.’ The waiter said.
‘Nothing. I'm saying I’ll call you when I'm done with this long menu.’
‘No problem, sir. But here is the upgraded menu. You can take Mexican pizza with which a chocolate truffle and a cold drink free.’ Waiter said, handing a new menu to the boy.
In return, the boy showed his twenty four shining teeth to the waiter.

Her friends had been noticing the boy was following the girl and when they found him sitting there, they showed their eyes to him. He smiled in return and mumbled, ‘Chutiye.’
The girl first looked at her friends and then to the boy, who had already said cheese.
She smiled and rubbed one of the boys’ shoulders to calm him down.

He checked out the menu and found it very expensive as price of one good chicken pizza cost his monthly pocket money. He then shifted quietly from table to sofa where some newspapers were kept. He took out the one and made a small invisible hole into it and saw the girl through the tiny hole. She was sure the boy would be seeing her despite seeing her male friends threatening him with their eyes.
She toasted first bite to the three boys and began to eat. His mouth watered. He leaked all over his lips with his tongue and enjoyed the spicy virtual pizza, closing his eyes. At the other side, the girl was physically eating pizza but mentally she was visualizing the boy looking at her.

They were done with the bills and tip and walked out but somehow the boy had lost into an article in the newspaper so he dint notice them leaving pizza hut. The girl flashed a look at the boy and found him busy, looking into the paper. He was no more looking at her through hole.
At some part, she wanted to the boy to notice her leaving.

She checked it for last time, standing outside the transparent glass wall of the pizza hut where the boys were discussing to enjoy some rides in the adventure island.

‘Asshole.’ The girl murmured to herself.
‘What?’ the three boys asked together.
‘Nothing.’ She said with a sad face.
‘Are you okay?’
‘Yes. I'm.’



‘Sir, any order please?’ the boy heard it and lost focus over the article which was related to some NGOs which were working for the development of the healthcare system for homeless people of Delhi.
‘Oh, I'm sorry.’ I don’t have so much money.’
‘Sir, we’ve a pizza of just ninety nine for the people like you.’
‘What?’
‘Where is that girl?’
‘Who?’
‘That girl.’
‘Who?’
‘Fuck off.’ The boy said and began to rush out. The waiter followed him to gate.
‘Sir, they were talking of Adventure Island.’
‘Oh. Thank you so much.’ The boy said and kissed his hand.
‘Welcome sir.’ The waiter smiled as he could see the boy’s curiosity for the girl.



Within a minute he was at the entrance of the Adventure Island.
‘What’s the ticket price, sir?’ He asked a security guard.
‘Three ninety nine, sir.’
‘Shit. I wish I was a rich guy, like those assholes.’

He walked slowly to the railing which was next to the gate of Adventure Island and leaned on it and looked into the lake which was artificially made to give a beautiful look to the adventure island and the purpose was boating.

He was tired by now as he had worked whole night at a publishing house as a helper and had distributed newspapers down the streets of Rohini in the early morning so soon he was asleep, leaning on the smooth cold metallic railings.

The boy was born in a poor family and had lost his mother during his birth process so he was seen a sign of evil by his father, his only family member. His name was Rajib. As he grew up he wanted to go to school but his father, a hardcore drinker had forced him to work day and night and whatever Rajib was earning he had to hand it to his father who would slice three hundred rupees notes out and would give them to the boy and would keep the rest which he would spend on his wine bottles.



To be cont..

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Why it happened?

I had come out of the old deserted washroom which was only the way out of my house.
I knew I was going fo attend a ceremony. I din't know what it was for. I ran and within seconds I had reached to the spot.
Everything was well decorated qith colorful pieces of cloth. The smell of food was coming out of everyehere.
I walked down straight to the fixed seat. I don't know who fixed it.

He was in silk kurta and white dhoti. Neck of the kurta was decorated with gold zarri work. He was sitting on the floor and was eating his food. He was like a common man. But he was not.
I went near him and crouched. He ate. I saw him and expected he won't allow me to sit with him but he was hardly caring for anything except the food.
people eyed me as I sat in the right side of his plate and began to speak about poor, poverty, the worst healthcare syatem, their death, their education system.
He listened and ate. After sometime he took one chicken piece out of his plate and put on my empty plate then he put another. I kept speaking of poor people and their poor kids.
He lost intetest into my words when another man came with an empty plate. He put one chiken piece into his plate. The man smiled, bowed, folded plate and disappeared behind me.

Then he didn't listen to me and ate food with great concentration.
I rose up and left with two chiken pieces.

He was Narendra Modi, the prime minister of India!