Monday, May 14, 2012

This probably is How a Phoenix Rises From its Ashes


It was never going to be an ordinary day. Her world was falling apart. The earth beneath her feet refused to be steady and let her stand; the sky seemed to have withdrawn itself from above her head. Everything around had abandoned her, gone for a spin and then had resumed its normalcy sans her. Suddenly she had become that moment in time which lapses, and goes unnoticed. For the world, she discontinued to be; for her, there did not exist a world anymore.
Yet, she was alive.
Where was she? She could not be floating, for air refused to support her. She could not be swimming, for the seas had disowned her; and, how could she be walking or standing when the ground shirked away from her?
There was no one she could turn to. No family, no friends, no acquaintances. With no qualification to aid earning, she felt helpless. What was she going to do with this life force that was left?
It was too late to analyze where she had gone wrong or to know who, at all, was responsible for this dismal state. Disappointment had made her numb. She did not want to fight anymore. Nor did she want to love anymore. There was no feeling left. A vacuum was all that there was. Probably the numbness wasn’t allowing her to end the vacuum of her existence. Or more profound was the fear of experiencing this vacuum with greater intensity after death, which stopped her.
A broken heart, a tired body and a bruised soul – that’s what she was. And then these weird stirrings within her body! Where were they coming from? Why was her tummy churning? Why was she nauseous and restless?
Oh! Oh, Oh!
She had life forming inside her.
Now she was the universe, where a seed was germinating. She felt complete for the first time ever in her existence. This happiness made her turn and look around once again at the world. But nothing had changed. The father of the child would not own up, her own parents would be disgusted and friends had long forgotten her. There was no one to turn to or share the news with. In a way, it freed her.
Now she could have the baby. There were no shackles of social norms or emotional ties to bog her down. She moved ahead. Amidst the entire turmoil, her connection with God had severed. She felt orphaned and had been sulking while being upset with God. Today, she was thankful.
The baby had to be protected, nurtured and savored. She would do all that need be done for that.
An orphanage gave her shelter. She saw many girls moving about with their unborn babies. Some were under nourished, some a tad better. But almost all had a dismal look in their eyes. That’s not how it was going to be with her.
She was happy. She was a mother-to-be.
There were many infants around. Five minutes in a room full of innocence, and she had no grudges against anyone. Only a hope and a determination remained - to make all coming days as ordinary as possible, except for the day when the baby will be born.   

This post is part of the contest It was never going to be an ordinary day.. on WriteUpCafe.com


Wednesday, February 29, 2012

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"खँडहरों सी भावशून्य आँखें
नभ से किसी नियंता की बाट जोहती हैं।
बीमार बच्चों से सपने उचाट हैं;
टूटी हुई जिंदगी
आँगन में दीवार से पीठ लगाए खड़ी है;
कटी हुई पतंगों से हम सब
छत की मुँडेरों पर पड़े हैं।"
------------------दुष्यंत कुमार

Monday, September 27, 2010

जबसे कोमन वेल्थ खेलों के घपले जनता के सामने आये हैं सरकार बड़ी खुश है कि चलो जनता का ध्यान कंही तो लगा वर्ना रोज़ वही गरीबी ,भूक मरी , सड़ता अनाज ,बेरोज़गारी , आबादी, कोर्ट , नक्सल, आतंकवादी ,कश्मीर ,पाकिस्तान ,लोख्सभा , बिल ,मंजूरी. पेट्रोल के दाम ,सब्जी के दाम ,टेक्स में बढोतरी ,महगाई , मंदिर-मस्जिद ,किसानो की आत्म हत्याएं...बिजली ,बाढ़ पानी आदि इत्यादि कितने मोर्चे खुले थे अब बस एक कोमन वेल्थ खेल ....सब इसके बुराई करो कुछ तारीफ करो इनके कामयाब होते ही देश की सारी समस्याएँ खत्म ...संसेक्स बढ़ता रहे बस ....

Monday, August 30, 2010

विचित्र देश है हिंदुस्तान यंहा पर हिन्दुस्तानी नहीं रहते ,रहतें हैं तो केवल पंजाबी ,गुजराती , मराठी ,बंगाली.मलयाली ,दलित ,मुस्लिम ,ईसाई,सिख,बिहारी, वगेरह जी हाँ आपको इस देश में कुछ भी करना है तो आपको किसी न किसी कोटे में होना पड़ेगा अगर आप सामान्य हिन्दुस्तानी हैं तो आप सबसे पीछे खडें हैं, सब कोटे भर जाने के बाद आपकी तरफ ध्यान दिया जायेगा ...कभी कभी लगता है कि क्या सामान्य होना एक अपराध है ...इस सब में सबसे हैरानी की बात तो ये है कि ये सब कानूनी मान्यता प्राप्त हैं, क्यों नहीं इस देश में सब के लिए एक ही कानून है ...योग्यता ही क्यों न एकमात्र पैमाना हो ...जब स्कूल ,कोलेज में दाखिले के समय से ही कोटे के आधार पर दाखिला होता हो तब ये उम्मीद रखना कि देश में आने वाली पीढ़ी समझदार होगी, कितनी समझदारी है .... क्योंकि हम बच्चों को ये ही तो सिखा रहें चिंता न करो कोटा है सुरक्षित तुम्हारे लिए... योग्य न भी हुए तो कोई बात नहीं ....

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

SAVE PAPER, SAVE TREES

just a few tips to help save paper:

  1. Ideal thoughts, reminders, classroom pranks - USE YOUR MOBILE PHONES, LAPTOPS and not paper slips.
  2. Regulate office circulars through e-mails or internal computer networks, instead of making endless photocopies.
  3. Students, please use your i-pads and computers to help cram up for exams.
  4. Be creative. use all the used paper and/or plastic bags around the house to wrap gifts. The result is often far more attractive than the run-of-the-mill gift papers.
  5. Try to borrow used books from seniors and kindly pass them down to your juniors the year after.
  6. Recycle, Reuse paper.
  7. Use the blank parts of papers that have got misprinted or mis-copied.
  8. Avoid taking prints of your lists and artworks unless it is absolutely necessary to do so.

    Friday, March 19, 2010

    वसुधा ...सहती सब चुपचाप / ना करती कोई प्रतिकार / पर कब तक ? कभी तो करवट लेगी ही / तुम , जो उसकी छाती पर चढ़ छीन लेना चाहते हो उससे , उसका होना भी / कल्पना करो उस क्षण की / जब उसके भीतर सुलगती आग / फटेगी धधकती जवालामुखी बन ............