The Architect

Every one knew that he had arrived, before he could come out his car. Film stars were too common people to share the dias with him. He also knew that he is godly to those common folks. He knew all people wanted to embrace him, but he was not concerned. He knew it was all just like what he had designed.
His hands were the longest a human would have had, but there was no restlessness in them; to someone, the length would have suggested the growth and maturity of his actions. His hands were once the formatter of the space, but he knew he would be able to build it all over again. And here he was, showing himself off in front of the people.
There were emotions running all around him, and the intensity surprisingly was increasing with distance from him. Nearer people were getting calmer and calmer, though it was for sure that he shared no potion with them; he was satisfied at seeing that everything is going on as he had designed.
There were a few humans who had learnt some of his style, and were marvelled by the power of the architect. By showing off their skills to the architect, they were able to attract his attention to them. He was pleased to hint some fundamental knowledge to them, though he knew that all his design is interconnected and one can reach from any state to any other state by himself. He had just saved those few humans some time, to become free from time, because he knew time was just his tape to record events, possibly for audit purposes.
He architected one of the biggest systems in the universe. He never came out of his car. Off went his car and people could only remember that he was here.

Her Long Lost Home

Her great grand parents had left the village to flee to Britain, where they thought life for Indians would be better. Reduced further in status and wealth, her grandparents survived on assistive stipend and meals provided by the government. Life was certainly not better for them. English government was no more the mighty and infallible one for them.
It was contact with Mark Spencer that changed the direction of waves of penury and despise. He helped Smita's grandparents set up a garments shop.As the fortunes changed, solely attributed to the purchases by the British nationals, respect and then fondness of the western culture kept on increasing till the time everyone in Smita's family had forgotten that there was an Indian element in all of them. Even Smita's formal name was Sue.
Smita's urge to know India came from her school friend whose family went back to India a few weeks ago. She would post pics in fb, all excited about her old home, ancestry and culture. Also during chats, she would ask Smita to convince her parents to come at least once to India, "Ok Baba, come to India only for Taj Mahal, can you ?", her friend asked.
Smita was also finding it hard to connect to the British students. Culture in her school was not exactly like what she would have been comfortable in. In lieu of escaping from here course, she wanted to come to India and see what it got for her. She read an Indian history book, geography in India, climate and many other articles related to India.
Reading things about India, she got curious about her own caste and her village, which she asked from grandfather. And as Smita's grandfather kept on explaining his family's culture, how they evolved with time, and what's there in India for them now, he found himself attached to his home in India. Just in a matter of few weeks, all tickets to India were booked and arrangements in their native village set up to receive them. Many in Smita's family were about to witness some things for the first time in their lives. The dust from fields, homes without air condition, heat of the weather, the ancestral property, instant connection with kins, and many other things were waiting for Smita's arrival.

All in Smita's family were received warmly, and were driven to Basti, Uttar Pradesh, where it all began, the family tree. The open fields were like Smita had never seen before. Homes with cattle and tractors were delight to check out. Adding to this, the smile of her relatives were too genuine to forget ever. Her summers had already begun with her trip to Basti! "It's a different feeling here", said Smita. She had reached a place where she could connect instantly with people around her, and also had a lot to learn. She felt as if
she had come to her long lost home.

Here comes October!

 

It started with October of 2009 when in a college festival, Lily the girl in blue skirt stood a little aloof in company of new found friends. She enjoyed the 'first time out of her house' feel, early winter chills, peacocks around the campus and freedom of being on her own. Right across her sat Abhi, as he was called by his friends. Abhi wore a black t-shirt, had a lean body type and twice complimented Lily for her looks. That was it. 4 days ended with Lily having clue how her life would change.

Same time in 2011, Abhi said to Lily, Lily lets be together as long as we can bear each other. There was a rush in Lily's blood it reflected on her face for sure. She turned red and dint know how to respond. It was her first time, she was a bit confused, dint know where exactly it was going but her heart smiled. She was rather in love with her computer she waited to chat with him, know him more certainly not knowing what future held for her.

Then came October of 2012, there were clouds of differences around both of them but none was ready to leave and walk alone. The came close with some hesitation. Abhi was preparing hard for exams, Lily tried to support him in which ever way she could. Love grew more and more.

October of 2013 was much brighter. Abhi agreed to change for Lily. Same date as 2011, he met Lily and said you are more important to me than my other 'to do things' in life, lets be together. The smile came back on Lily's face. This time she felt like a Queen. She thanked him and god. She could not remember any other day when someone made her feel that special. She thanked god for sending Abhi in her life. This year she turned 25 and celebrated this special day with her Abhi. Intimacy was at peak. Not knowing the happiness was momentary.

October 2014, they had split. Social pressures, differences in family mindset, they were incompatible. It was hard to believe but that was the reality. People whom they loved and respected dint wanted to see them together. They both decided to move on in life without each other of others sake. These others also meant a lot in their lives. Still somewhere they lived in a hope that things will get better. They saw a sliver lining, their energies were into each other like never before, feelings were much more intense in all ways, they both knew each other inside out. They both tried again, this time shouted their heart out but nothing worked in their favour.

October 2015, Lily received a mail from Abhi. A short note in which Abhi declared that he has 'moved on' he cherishes the memories but reality is different. Abhi has found someone more compatible and above all socially acceptable, he will be with her in a few days time forever. Lily had no clue how to respond. No response was never her way of dealing with Abhi's mail/pings/chats. She was alone, travelling for work and trying hard to deal with the storm. She responded and wished him luck as she always wanted her love to win in all situations. Lily wishes to be in touch with Abhi to see him rise in life, to share big moments if not as a lover as someone who meant something sometime :) a hidden best friend may be (Again going against all the odds as people around her suggest of something opposite).

Lily is still figuring out what 'move on' means and whether there will come a time when she will be able to feel the same. All she can think of is what October of 2016 holds for her.

Khud hi dhoondh len gaye Kinaare!

Dear Wifey, I love you

Its been not so long since we were bonded by luck. With you, my age has frozen to 25, and we were just introduced when I was 20.

I knew you were there, sitting for me, waiting for me to come to you; i knew it all. I also knew I have no one but you to come to. I proposed to you in the lecture hall, writing 'Lets be friends' on the page of your notebook. After you wrote 'ok :)', I kept a rose on your lap below the layer of your top spread on around your waist, so that no one else would see it. I also remember how secretly you hid it in your bag. No one came to know about us till we actually got married.
Dear wifey, it seems just like yesterday when we made our first trip together. We went to apple orchard in the campus, with you sitting on the front rod of the bicycle. I knew you were having some pain but still, the excitement was too much to think about anything else. Dear wifey, do you remember we fell asleep there ? The gardener eventually woke me up by pouring water on me. Its hard to forget these times.
Oh and what about the birthday girl's birthday ? :) The first time kiss of love. The smile is impossible to erase. Majestic the moment was. We went to mc donalds for a burger party and had a great time in swings in the market.
I came to your dad and asked him for your companionship. I love him, for he gave me you without an inch of doubt. He knew I will love you more than him. By the way, even I know that I love you more than him, so no worries.

We will have our 25th meeting anniversary tomorrow. In all these years, we have seen a lot. Amaya has also grown up. Some day I might get a surprise when somebody would come to me like I came to your dad.

I have kept my promise. See the yellow lilies lying in your vase. Waiting for you to wake up. Let me see what you have got for me ...

lol
loads of love

You're Beautiful

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Not all men are the same

I believe time for everything comes, a little unannounced and abrupt mostly. Same I think when issue of gender equality comes to mind; that its time is also coming, and more and more people are getting sensitised about the issue.

May be I am right as well in having this opinion, but some incidents push that hope on the back seat.

The post contains some explicitly offensive words so please excuse for them.

a. One fine day ajit was going to Delhi through a shared autorickshaw. As is usual, it was jam packed except for one seat on which a woman in her 40s, wearing a little dirty and old dress, apparently from a lower class came and sat. The space was less so her hips were squeezed between ajit and another man.

The man was already in disgust seeing that woman. And when out of necessity and no choice, the woman sat and pressed with the adjecentpassengers, the man said "ye g*nd lagaake baith gayi"... it was unbearable to the woman and she stood up and the sat on the floor of the already occupied autorickshaw. Ajit wanted to say the woman to not sit down and let the man tolerate whatever he has in mind. The man was succesful in displacing the woman from an equal status. And the woman, she accepted her situation, even if she had anger about theincident. She did not say a word to that man.
Ajit felt bad, but did not do anything because the woman would not come up and sit, he assumed.

b. Its a story of a region majorly containing middle class families, mostly associated and remaining in touch with their ancestral villages.
One night, rahman was having a party with his college friends and while returning from the party Venue, it got late and stretched to midnight. Rahman and his friends hired an auto to the college.
On the way, a woman in western dress appeared along with a man. The auto driver immediately exulted by saying "ye dekho sir chikni ch**t ja rahi hai"
It got rahman puzzled at what the driver meant and afterhe understood, wanted to slap the auto driver and abandon the ride.

These stories are,even if not true(but they're) baffling to imagine in a society which aspires for gender equality.

It is agreeable to consider the difference, only in some aspects, and that too not universally. But inspite of differences, why not be sensitive to a fellow person and let the environment be of all round peace and tolerance.

Dinanagar Incident

The basic highlights of the incident were like this:
1. Unidentified gunmen in army's uniform appeared out of no where and started shooting at a bus first, and then at a car, then went to a police station and started firing at the constables and inspector.
2. Pujab police rapidly came into action and surrounded the police station and was involved in fire exchange with the three gunmen(now deserving to be called terrorists) for 12 hours, till none of them was alive.
Story ended.

The government starts saying that the terrorists came from Pakistan's territory from Gurdaspur district in Punjab, crossing the Ravi river.
The statements, even with a substantial proof are not sufficient, as we have seen in Lakhvi case, for Pakistan to accept the accusations pointed by India.  Even the trend of faking like army men has been observed in previous two-three terror attacks in Jammu and Kashmir. But that is still not a sufficient proof. Without an agreeable proof, an accusation will make the relations sour. This is what is actually happening. In sour mood, there will be more ceasefire violations, more blames and lesser chances of peace.
I believe India had a better chance to get the proof of whee the terrorists had come from, had the three not been killed, but tranquilized, which could have been a very easy task as they were in a compound heavily surrounded by police personnel. In the interrogation, everything could have been extracted from the fake army men.

The government is appreciating the work done single handedly by Punjab Police in neutralising the terrorists, but it is not a great achievement in my view, as the task is only half done, and the rest half will be done in a negative exponential trend, as all the recent issues with Pakistan have been observed to take shape, positive or negative. All that is required is a small infiltration by terrorists or the government raising Kashmir issue as the mandatory condition for any future progress.

I can't imagine that the idea of tranquilizer did not hit the government. There must be some greater reason for neutralizing the terrorists. Chances of having bomb with them was also there. But the risk was equal while aiming for their lives. In my opinion it (tranquilizing) would have been a better way to handle the situation.