Posts

Featured Post

सिलसिला

Image
इश्क़ भी करते हैं तुझ से  और फासिला भी रखते हैं। गैरों के बीच तुझे छोड़ने का हौंसला भी रखते हैं। सितम ये कि सामने भी आ जाओ तो ख़ुद पे काबू इतना रखते हैं गले लगा कर भी जिसे प्यास नहीं बुझती  उस से दो हाथ की दूरी लाज़मी रखते हैं। मुसल्सल रहे ये किस्सा - ए - इश्क़ बस यही दुआ करते है। तहरीर में होने वाले, तक़दीर में कहां होते हैं। रिश्ते मोहताज हैं ज़रूरत और नाम के... चलो, इस सिलसिले को चाहत ही रहने देते हैं। - परस्तिश 

You Fascinate Me

Image
Viren gently brakes his Royal Enfield Continental, as he rides past the hoarding –Welcome to City Beautiful. His mind is still wandering through the lush vales, amidst the majestic deodars… surrounded by ‘her’ luscious fragrance. Ah! the memory… In the plush lobby of Radisson Jass, all members of the ‘5-day Motorbike Expedition for the Geriatric Millennials’ were completing the formalities for rental motorcycles for their tour to the hills… except Dr. Viren. He had his own racing bike. So he sat smugly sipping his macchiato, when a whiff of lavender gently tickled his nostrils. Viren looked around, and spotted a tall woman entering the restaurant –clad in a skin tight blue jeans paired with a loose beige sweatshirt and coral cloured plimsolls, her hair falling on her shoulders, the studs on her earlobes glinting now and then. She had a glass of fresh juice in one hand which Viren guessed was watermelon, her mobile phone in the other, and a tote bag on her shoulder. After she occupi

The Scariest Part

Image
Sometimes, she would laugh at his fondness for her. Proud, happy, and ecstatic deep inside, she would outwardly ridicule the way he claimed her love and attention. She would make fun of the cheesy lines he spoke, she would call him ‘drama queen’ when he role-played Devdas and Romeo, and she smiled smugly when he told her that he would die if they parted. But she cherished him more than her own life, and everything he said or did made her love him more than before. Every time a meeting plan failed because of something at her end, he would joke, “I’ll give you a phone-call after your husband comes home…” and she would say the same when the story went the other way round; and then they would laugh out hard. Their love was intense and deep… though it was extramarital and illicit and forbidden and adulterous to the world. But for her, it was pious and true -in fact  essential to her life.  . It was  telepathic  … soul-quenching! She was not dramatic or filmy, when she said, “…the scariest p

The Splintered Life

Image
Samya is half asleep, when she is woken by Palak’s mumbling… Palak is talking in sleep again… something she does almost every night. It is beyond Samya’s understanding. Though scared, Samya sits up and starts patting Palak’s cheeks lovingly with her small plump hands, “Mumma! Talk to me if you want. See, I am here.” She is too young to understand the intricacies of human relationships and the complexities of human mind. Samya is just six, and interpreting this vile expression on her mother’s face as a mental sickness, is out of question. Palak opens her eyes and finds her lovely daughter peering at her with surprised doe eyes. Palak’s expression softens, as she pulls Samya into her arms and straightens her silky smooth pigtail with her fingers. Palak is not sure about her unconscious behavior, but from little Smaya’s description of Palak’s condition, she definitely knows that her disturbed inner-self is getting manifested in some way or the other. She shall never share with Samya the

Frown

Image
Some months back, I attended a conference on Women Empowerment at a University, which taught me a lot of new things –ironically, not about Women Empowerment, but about “the need and benefits of wearing a FROWN”. It sounds ridiculous but its true! Like it always happens at such events, I met old forgotten friends, colleagues, and also made some nice new acquaintances. During the tea-break, I ran into a senior colleague of mine, whom I was meeting after almost a decade. We exchanged pleasantries, but I felt that something was amiss. I kept observing her keenly for some moments; then, voiced my concern, to which she told me that she was perfectly ok. She admitted that her frown might be the culprit behind projecting her as upset or unhappy. She went on to enlighten me that smiling too much would make people take her for granted, and also make her look commonplace. She told me that she was too senior to smile at everyone, as if accomplishment was proportionate to frowning. Thus dawned up

A Room of Her Own

Image
 Recently, I visited the Panna Meena ka Kund --a lesser known gem --a picturesque square shaped stepwell  with a quaint aura which can precisely be claimed as an exclusive women’s space.  It is situated quite close to the stupendous yellow structure of the majestic Amer Palace. I spent more time at this enticing stepwell, than people generally do, coz it was not just a tourist spot for me -I could feel a magnetic pull as I approached it. Despite the vertigo caused by the labyrinth of the small crisscross staircases, I couldn't stop myself from entering it. Climbing down the stairs, I could sense the vibes of all those hegemonized women… I did not just peep into the life they led, centuries ago; but  became one of them for that one hour and even for the days that followed. I could fantasize myself living in the 16th century -dressed in a bandhani ghaghra-choli and coarse silver jewelry, hair held in a tight plait, conscious of my dusky complexion, smoky eyes laden with homemade smu

foolish heart

Image
She has been like this for quite some years now... Often sitting stock-still with spectacles in one hand, staring in vacuum... Her heavily-kohled, half-closed eyes are fixed somewhere farther than they seem to be... Her mind is still like an abandoned battlefield, after the war has been lost and won...  She is oblivious of her beautifully shaped body of which she had been so very proud. His presence was not the only reason behind all the happiness, the pride, and the cheer her life was full of before he left. ..But his absence is certainly the reason behind the stillness, the silence, and the oblivion now.  Her foolish heart is still full of adoration and amour for him. But she doesn't want him back... To put it in a cliched term -she has "moved-on".   Really? Has she ? Sad and solitary, she still spends her days and nights with him, but doesn't want him back. She still shares secrets with him, cracks jokes, gets annoyed, seduces him at times, and even recreates the e