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# Day 4 Write Tribe Festival Of Words

“It’s not that easy you know”

“It should never be, when it is, it’s not the worth”

“But ….it has left me with a pungent feeling that still clings on to my mind leaving me vulnerable at the most awkward moments turning me into an object that can only absorb but can not reflect. It may have been suppressed but nobody can apprehend when it would pop up it’s ugly head taking me into it’s grasp again, uncertainty that’s the most certain character of any mental disorder” she said furrowing her brows displaying her deep concerns about the step he was asking her to take.

“ I understand dear, I totally do, what I was just trying to say  is how pestering circumstances may be always remember, there’s a new door out there, waiting to get unlocked bringing in  a dash of fresh air” he said holding on to her palm making her feel reassured.      

                                     

          

Linking up the Post with Five Sentence Fiction - Fresh and Write Tribe for Day 4 of The Festival Of Words " Idea : Be Human"

                                               

                                              

Vindictive

The spoken English class was about to begin and everyone seemed excited, not for speaking English but for finally getting a glimpse of their newly recruited teacher. And he entered, a firm built tall man in his late twenties rising the temperature a bit more inside the class than outside. 

“Vindictive”…”Having or showing a strong unreasoning desire for revenge” he said, explaining a new word with it’s meaning and in turn asked the class to describe a situation which blends with the word.

The curly haired boy sitting in the fourth bench raised his hand and stood up promptly trying not to miss a chance of impressing his new teacher and spoke of an incident he had read in the news paper few days back.

The incident was something like this as described by him “A family was dragged out of their thatched roof house residing on the outskirts of a village and were literally beaten to death as everyone suspected them of witchcraft which had killed a  young girl due to  fever of unknown origin”….”would that be considered as vindictive sir” he asked leaving the class as well the teacher wide eyed.

Nowhere....

 Parents…

“You have to go back, that’s your home now” they pleaded.

 In Laws…

“Don’t  ever show your face again.”

 Young Woman…

 “But where would I go, isn't  this my home”.

 In Laws…

“Go where ever you want, we don’t care”they declared their final decision.

 Police…

“Ma’m where’s your home ?”

 Young Woman…

“Nowhere”  

                                     

                                         

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A Poly(thene) -Tale....

Packed in a bundle,

I moved alone,

Mercied at the hands of my fate,

Filled with gravels and stones.

A mere tiny cluster,

That’s what they thought,

When they stumbled upon,

My body ain’t made of gold.

Perplexed I was

Regarding my  fortune,

Which never seemed to be,

In rhythm or in tune.

Lying down uncared along the dusty path,

Every single day I faced the sun’s mighty wrath,

Drenched in the monsoon rain,

Or chilly winter nights,

Nobody ever bothered about my rights.

Everyday’s not the same got proved that evening,

When a young lad touched my body,

And jolted my inner strings.

Awaiting to get trashed,

Or being blown up by someone,

I never did except to be picked by him,

A man of dirty  attire,

But a heart so clean.

With gentle caring hands,

He took me in his arms,

As if recognizing me in just one glance.

Happiness spread across his rough rugged face,

Making me feel more worthy,

Than a silk ribbon or a lace.

Worthless they had proved me,

After a single use,

Coz thousands surrounded their riches,

To get adored, to get mused.

Of different shape and colour,

Of different texture and feel,

At the end it’s the utility,

But nobody understands it still.

The moment I was picked by that lovable rag picker of mine,

My worthless plastic body did get a golden shine.

It’s not the place or riches that we all crave for,

But a simple caring soul,

That gives us our worth,

And our deserving whole.

                                      

                                            

Source : Google Images

Sunken Eyes....

They spoke it all . In silence . That’s what he loved about them . Their ability to express the innermost emotions that lies deep within . Away from this vigilant world . Dark , dusky or pale they simply evinced unparalleled feelings . Innocence of a child or grudge of an enemy . Shyness behind a newly wed’s veil or boastfulness of a rich . Confusion of a new recruit or clarity of a leader . Just one glance and it spills over as if waiting to get unleashed .
He wanted to give them a form . On a canvass . Being not just an artist but a paint brush too . To be able to palpate the gentleness with his tender fingers . To pen down immortal poetry in remembrance .
But he was confused . About one thing . It questioned him every night . Before he went off to sleep and after he woke up. He was unable to find the answer to this question that encircled him all around . His state of perplexity had no end .This state of confusion continued for long and the path to solution seemed bleak .
But as they say the solution to all our worries lies within . And he encountered it in a very unexpected manner . On a normal day , on his way to work .
The day was gloomy with clouds covering up the sun . Displaying their dominance and marking the arrival of monsoon . The trees sang in unison with the lovely flowers that had popped up their fresh faces early that morning . Drops of water descended down to ward off the lingering tensions of people down there . He too loved their arrival . The much awaited arrival . But not during the morning hours especially on his way to work . As things may seem as beautiful as they are but the reality is quite different . Water logged roads stand as the biggest terror for a common man on a daily basis .
Still he had to go . To reach his destination on time . And that’s when he found her . Near the lane. Under the flyover where innumerable cars zoomed across at life threatening speeds . He traveled everyday in the same route around the same time . But today it was remarkably different . He felt a different vibe inside . That spoke to him quietly . Assuring him of finding her again . The lost treasure that behold memories of a lost childhood .
She sat there . Weak , rugged , poverty stricken with a wrinkled face that spoke of foregone decades in her life . Hair undone . Fragile hands and thin limbs . A sunken eyes that begged for attention and pleaded for a penny . Parking his car at a distance , he ran towards her and hugged her tight . Surprising her as well as the onlookers . For a second their eyes met and drops of emotions trickled down . He could see it again in them . Those eyes . That spoke of innumerable emotions . In silence .
“Dai Ma Lets go" he uttered in haste . Literally pulling her hand and compelling her to move on .He was sure she won’t deny . Who does not want a secured life in a cozy home away from this mess . Life is unimaginable on the streets . He never knew how she ended up here . But had a faint idea of her circumstances after she left their home . Though he was not able to find a way to search for her but had indomitable spirit to be able to do it someday .
And today was the day . That had arrived after years , after decades . A satiated grin adorned his lips as he considered himself lucky enough to have found her . After all overcoming this challenge was not a small achievement . But he had no idea that a bigger challenge was awaiting him . After few minutes when he coerced her to move on again , she resisted , to his dismay .
She questioned “ You will take me , that’s fine . But what about the rest who have been my pillars of strength . The ones who spend their days and nights with me on this pavement . The ones who share their leftover food with me when they get it in charity . The ones who pull their torn blankets over me when I suffer in freezing cold . The ones who are my family now . They may not be my own but they are with me . Standing by my side on sunny days or rainy nights. Can you also do something for them ? If yes then take me along , I would not resist . If not then let me be on my own . If I survived all these days , then I will survive few more.”
He had no answers . As he was not prepared . Far he was from the real world that spoke out load in a high pitched volume . But who has time to listen to that . We already are overloaded with high pitched party numbers .
The gloomy day expressed itself on his bright face now . The answer to his question had unlocked a pandora's box in front of him . Though he returned back empty handed but was determined to fill them someday .
After a year and a half , the local newspapers published a column in some remote corner that spoke of a young man having opened an old age shelter home . It did display a photograph that showed him welcoming newcomers with folded hands . And behind him stood “ Annapurna Nivas” the new shelter home for forgotten wrinkled souls that now beamed with hope from hazy sunken eyes .

                                          

Did You Bump Into Goodness Today .....

UBC Day 1:

The bus was filled to it’s optimum capacity .Can say even more than it’s capacity .  Still more people wanted to get in and reaching home alive after a suffocating travel of just 10 mins can be considered more than an achievement . 

How can we deny that , in this struggle for survival each one of us fights our own battles which may get transformed to full fledged war at times . 

But the issue here isn’t about these suffocating struggles nor about the unwanted battles or wars  but about the people we encounter during these periods .  

All these years meeting people , interacting with them I realized there are not just bad ones but good ones too . 

The ones who restore our faith in humanity . The ones who make us feel safe again  .

The ones who make us feel you aren’t alone . Even I am one of your kind .

Whenever we do good and get stabbed at the back we start cursing everyone around the very next moment and in return curse God too , thinking there’s no meaning in being good .

But that’s not always the case . If you are a good person , if you are a good soul , if you have a caring heart with a sense of charity within yourself then , I am pretty sure you will bump into someone exactly like you . 

When …may be any moment . Where... may be just any where . Who... may be just any one . A beggar , an auto driver , a bus conductor , a TT, a fellow passenger , a friend who was once a stranger or simply someone who comes to your help when no one’s around .

And do you know who these people are . 

The one’s send by God . 

The ones who need to know each other . Get to interact , get to learn and get to share each other’s feelings . 

And feel that yes , humanity’s still alive .  Shouldn’t I preserve mine when somebody else like me is exactly doing the same.

As at the end it makes life simple . It makes life comfortable and it makes life livable . 

So , whenever you feel lost in this big bad world and a thought quivers in your mind that what’s the point in being good . What’s the need to be honest. What’s the value of being a caring person.

Just wait before making up your mind .

Just wait before taking any decision . 

Coz who knows you may bump into some goodness today .

                   

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This post is a part of Ultimate Blog Challenge and NaBloPoMo July 2014


                                   
 

                            

If I Were A Superhero .....

If I were a superhero

It’s not just one

But many I would ask for .

Power to wither down injustice

Power to end wars .

To make people smile for reasons so silly

To freshen up again a dried up lily .

Vanish away a rich baron’s golden anklet

Steal the glamor from a proud starlet .

Fill it up in the palms of those

Who spend their lives carving for few more .

To open up gates of ice cream stores

For kids of all ages staring outside glass doors .

To let everyone’s taste buds feast for a while 

With chicken , paneer and double egg rolls .

To harbor hopeful rays

Even in glistening summer noon

Fulfilling promises not late but too soon .

Shielding up women from dirty lustful looks

Punishing perpetrators diminishing crooked crooks .

Making people value emotions more in life

Forgetting daily squabbles in the blink of an eye .

How soothing life would be for each one out there

When all live in peace and get their deserving share .

Though we are not superheroes

Still let’s seek

To make lives a little better

Being humane enough

And not maddening selfish freaks .

                             

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

Doors....

Abandoned I was the day I stepped into this world . Though unaware of the reasons then , now I know . What will a family do with someone who can’t be identified with a gender .

For years I searched and was gifted with mockery that spoofed my existence as a human being but I survived , hoping that life will have it’s own plans and one day it will wash off my moments of anguish rewarding me for all those unnoticed trails of tears that escaped from my lusterless eyes .

Yesterday the highest court honored thousands like me , granting us the right to scribble down our name with our gender , unleashing new doors for a better tomorrow , after all transgenders are human too , aren’t they .