ScriBBles: oF DreAms & Th'OuGht's

For the past 3 years, I've been through numerous turmoil and have been slapped by concrete resilience so ruthlessly that somehow these groin-pains have resulted in making me the person I am. There was a person in my life who stayed with me for a long time; as of today, she's far off with my image been drowned with loath. I can never risk to depict anywhere what *actually* went wrong, but as far as she's concerned, I was not strong enough. Sometimes partial knowledge can provide a make-shift anchor that, with time, irons up to hold the ship at the harbor. While a dead truth does nothing better than breaking the ship's high mast. Even though the ship stays intact, its barely a ship anymore. After all, what good is a ship if it can't set sail. The thing that has bothered me ever since my decision is that somewhere a friendship died at the hands of an unyielding love. I had always believed friendship to be higher than love. But some sort of actions, turn of events and ...

It's nearly 4 years since I stepped on this grass. This time I came here to bid my final adieu of the man who loved me the most in the world-my maternal grandfather. He passed away due to cerebral haemorrhage. I came back here nearly 4 years later. Last time I came, my life was much different. much simple and a lot more cheerful. Since then I have changed and so has my life. I went to the football ground and searched for a particular spot that I liked, the tree hides the light from the high mast and also makes me invisible to anyone passing by. I remember a particular incident from those days at this very spot. I don't remember the reason but I was crying that evening, probably thinking about how lonely I am. And just like that she was with me with all her light, she called me, heard me crying. I may have forgotten what she spoke but I can never forget the way she consoled me, the sincerity in her words and the love filled voice that never ever seem to leave me alone. I can...

Part IV So what really happened to Rita & Zeyan in the end. Spending nights drowned in tears and sniffles, neither of them realised the consequence put down by past in their path of future. An incident that brought them together for a day became the reason for another drought, the worst of all, that seemed to go till eternity. Some scandalous people had opted to disturb a few good ones, and she being one of the victims. He never understood that situations often squeeze out the worst face of people and more often than always they are not the way they temporarily portray. She blames him of all the recent tragedies she faced the the immediate past. And He never gave a thought to patience, eventually ending up going far-far away. A month later, she turned 17. He had lots of plans and presumed everything would be as kiss-and-make-up on her birthday. Alas! He never saw her, She din't even pick his call. He spent the entire day calling, even spending a few hours near her apartment;...

Out of the hundred different times she came and thousand other times I forgot the way she came to meet me, hiding from the eyes; in a world of our own. A world which is obscured from scrutiny and fenced by thoughts, she came over to meet me in my dreams. Each time she came, she left a mark, a mark hard to erase. A mark that urged my desperation past the fence to see the flourishing beauty through my eyes; walking, smiling and then getting embarrassed realizing that I was looking. I don't know where we were, or what scheme leads us to that place but the one thing I can concrete is that those moments seem unreal, even for an illusion, even for a dream. I was lying on the edge of the bed trying to catch a nap in vain. And a few other faceless chaps were snoring loudly behind by turned back. And that's when she entered the room wearing the same white top which she always did when she came to meet me in this world. She saw, she smiled and quietly sat on the floor b...

They ask us never to speak of the devil; they say it’s cursed, the 666, but one ever returns to tell the tale of what happened to those who goad, for whose adrenaline crossed them the thin wall between valor and absurdity. Something such occurred a few years ago in the Steel town of Eastern India. Verdict of witnesses, if we were to believe, they say that in the midst of the rainy evening of 6th June 2006 (6.06.06), a total of 18 families saw what can never be truly explained by logic. The township was visited by a travelling circus, Royal Gem Circus. The shows in there were greatly appreciated by the town-dwellers and what was more interesting in the show was the joker that was never funny yet settled a remark upon everyone. The joker wore a black face with painted white eyes and wore prisoner’s gear. Rumor speaks that he was indeed a prisoner, a runaway, hiding under the shade of a prisoner joker, a double cover. The joker was spotted at the highest po...

In the loving memory of the wisest man I’ve ever known…………… Our family suffered a huge loss, a loss of guardian, a loss of a torch who showed path not only to his children, grandchildren but also to the whole village in his youth; continuing his efforts to help others till the very stale age. He was the man who believed in taking the task on himself and show everyone, “Yes, I can do it.” That’s the thing which has been unseen by masses but whoever saw his potential to guide, to be a motivation will ever remember him. In my childhood, he stayed with us. All I remember is his nurture and care for me. I still remember how he used to lie down every evening on the bed, eyes closed, meditating, chanting the name of almighty for the well being of the whole family. I remember how he used to cheer up when I got good marks, how he used to save me from Dad’s thrashing every time I did a mistak...

‘Girls are no different from boys’-a modern saying for the 21st century girls. But it’s high time for boys to equalize with the growing potential of these modern girls. With the increased awareness among people and the speedy growth of the population of the middle class society, there has been a race to teach girls every possible thing so that they do not lack behind from the boys. This is done just for the cause of a good wedding groom. But these grooms are acquainted and carry knowledge only till the family bank balance. So it’s now a need for the boys to expand their borders and learn to cook. ‘Cooking’ by the boys clan is often seen as the activity to prepare a cup of tea or coffee or serve the readymade quick noodles. This is not cooking. Cooking is an art, a talent in humans that leads it to innovate. By mixing two separate food items, create a new exotic dish. So, boys must learn it-not the former option of quick preparation but th...

Few weeks down this day, I was back in my village for the first death anniversary rituals of my late grandfather. Being a teen of a sub-urban town the village backwardness has engraved a loath in my mind ever since I became of the age for the simple reason that the regular morning chorus is severely affected due to the lack of sanitation facilities. One has to depend upon the lone public river for the water needs to be fulfilled. While the right bank was the bathing ground, the left green carpet served as the ‘shit-field’, a dirty public toilet ground heavily rooted by bushes. For a boy, like me, of the sub-urban, it’s not at all a first-rate take off for the day. On my only bank visit, this time, to the river bank (which actually was the male ghat ) we were visited by a few college girls in uniform descending down the downhill, trying to cross the stream. Yet again for a sub-urban fellow this was reason enough to turn red and dive deep to the river base to hide the nu...

HUNGER BRIGADES CRIME It wasn't even a week since the controversial statement by Mr. Raj Babbar claiming that an Indian can get a meal with as low as Rs. 12 and another such person, with a similar political background, claimed the same meal costing outraging Rs. 5. Well to them I ask, “Are you still living in the era of colonized India?” A family living in Dharavi wishes nothing more than a four score meal for him and his family. Along with water, food is the elements around which the whole world revolves. Ever since the Green Revolution, the food production has increased manifold and so has the number of mouths to feed. In developing nations, like the ones in South Asia, industrialization has forced the people to migrate into the towns and cities. Concurrently, it has decreased the producers while the consumers have multiplied vigorously. With the increasing number of consumers, we see a rapid increase in the rate of criminal activities taking plac...

Questions that matter… Turn any page of any book, read a few lines; you are bound to come across a few questions about the text or the tale in your mind. Questions are the reason for every progress man has ever achieved. Edison’s questioned charge, Newton questioned the Apple fall and Einstein questioned physics itself. Questions are the reason we are studying days and nights. Questions are the sole reason due to which man evolved from an ape to today’s devil. Apart from all these public or social questions, there are a few questions that are way too personal to share. Better still there are some questions that we come across once in many years. They are the questions which make us question ourselves. Sometimes these questions are, well, too simple yet one fails to answer even a part of it. These are the questions that shiver each strand of the body. And sometimes these questions come from the most unimaginable sources and that makes even more difficult to answer. L...

Incidentally , a few years ago, across many districts….. With a high chest for holding my Dad’s phone and a grumpy face for have been forced to wear a servani, I strode the unknown lanes of my birth town. Sometimes getting lost but eventually finding my way back to the main green field, I felt a sense of pride to have been able to successfully explore the small mines-township (seemed so big then). Ten years ago a beautiful woman lived in this very town when her father had a desk job at the mines of. It was here a beautiful woman got married and it was here when a small boy’s cry echoed the hospital, the boy who now is narrating THIS tale. It was the first time I came to this town after leaving out at an early age of 3 months. Later on I couldn’t return, Grandpa retired and they moved in with Uncle in another town of the state. As I reached a particular house, about a kilometer away from the marriage house (I was here to attend the marriage of a far aunt who lik...

KAI PO CHE At last after a year long wait and week long frenzy on the local theatre management I finally got to see ‘Kai Po Che’. Reason for fury? My most waited film got screened in Rourkela’s only theatre (Konark Talkies) a week late of the actual release. After attending my last day in Class XI, I drove down to the theatre and watched this movie in my school uniform. And here I sit now writing my review on this movie. The movie starts with a scene of present day with Omi getting out of jail. This outlook actually confused me for I had already started relating the movie with the book. The rich business fellow Raj Kumar Yadav a.k.a Govind drives Amit Sadh (Omi) out. On a halt at a CCD, Omi watches an Indian Cricket Match being telecasted and the 22 yard scene brings back the memories of the day when everything started, when Govi decided to start a business. Going back 10 years in history, Sushant Singh Rajput debuts in Bollywood in shorts and an old customized #10 I...

Talent presides in each and every corner of my country. Even a simple 'chaiwala' may have the capability to grow up to become a millionaire. That's what the type of plots we see in Bollywood movies. These things are not entirely fiction. Even fiction takes birth from fact. And India is a country where these fictitious on-screen events take the shape of a real life character in some corner of the country. The epic comic character Spiderman has a twin in India. Yes there is a man who climbs cliffs and other difficult (almost perpendicular) walls without any support or life saving measures. Here in India we can find small children of less than 5 years of age walking on 20mm rope at 20m height above the ground. That's a great balance act. It's found only in India that even though people die together in a terrorist attack, they rise of together the very next day and continue their life as if nothing has happened. This positive attitudes towards life gives a severe blow ...

Pain it is from ignorance Someone in utter turbulence Tougher it turns when barriers sublime Or when duo hearts combine. Distance vision nay foresee Jealousy gives no mercy Wish could I quit conservation, Let thee free, no suppression. Sorry, Oh! Dear. Mistakes commited I bow by thy patience submitted Forgave all, portrayed smile, weep within Thee did all before, similar something Tried I much, nay could I succeed Thy are garlanded high status indeed Never would I match your height Wish you understand dear,and not fight. Things that I wanted to convey Is that never would I be able to give away You gifts, flowers, chocolates or what you lure Just yield thy feet my loyalty pure. --------- written on 23.09.12