Sunday, 26 October 2014

MatrikaS Paper Product Review : Innovation and Style At Its Best

Notebooks … this word creates a picture of regular ruled/unruled workbooks or notebooks with thin covers and attractive pictures on cover to catch our eyes. However, MatrikaS TOSS & NRUT Notebooks will not only catch your Attention, but are well capable to amaze you as well as. Now what is so special about MatrikaS Notebooks ? Before, I reveal the secret, let me introduce MatrikaS Paper Products with you; according the information given on their website, Matrika is a  Sanskrit word  for “MOTHER”, it could be Mother Earth, Mother Nature or the concept of Shakti in Indian Culture. MatrikaS presents a premium range of paper products including Notebooks, Journals, Office and Social Stationary and Diaries. Every single product is exquisitely designed and well finished. Designs, themes, color schemes, paper and binding; everything represents superior levels of class and quality.

Now, let’s get back to our Notebook, the TOSS AND NRUT NOTEBOOK . I received this fabulous notebook along with two exquisite diaries few weeks ago for being a part of their “Scribble Your Heart Away Campaign”.  This is a 6 Subject Note Book with an impressive metallic hard bound cover providing a glossy, lustrous look for the note book. The special effect designing has created an embossed 3D look and touch for the front and back cover. 

Our very own age old snakes and ladder game is imprinted over the front cover and surrounded by tree branches. At the end of the notebook, a short description about the game tells us that centuries ago, this game was originated in India and it was known as “MOKSHA PATAM”.  Surprized !!!!  yes I too was awestruck, after knowing this fact. Well, MatrikaS products are filled with such small yet joyful  secrets and facts. That description also contains the directions of How To Play the Game and thus our simple notebook turns out to be a  indoor game board. Wonderful .. isn't it ?? 

This elegant notebook has a lovely background color theme of Green, different shades of Green. The snakes on front cover are printed in different bright colors and creating a charming contrast with the green theme. What attracted me most was the jolly depiction of snakes; heart shape eyes, specs on eyes, a little crown on head, a winky or teasing smile on faces; yes those are bubbly and cheerful snakes. Inside the book, again the cheery sketches of snakes, ladders, small animals and trees are printed. A dark violet and turquoise colored snake printed on back side of note book looks very playful and cute; it has a crown of leaves on its head.  

In short, the complete design, color themes and images has been arranged in a pleasurable way. Children, Elder Children and even youngsters will sure love this notebook. This is not just any ordinary notebook, but an artistic piece of paper stationery; it will make the writing a delightful experience.

You might be thinking what is this 6 subject thing that I talk about in the above para ? Well, the answer is quite interesting, the notebook is divided in six parts through five different color paper dividers; saffron, of white, pink, sky blue and grey. These dividers are made of thick paper and create a colorful pattern among the ruled single tone pages of notebook. Now you can use a single notebook for six different subjects. The size is quite big, it is an A4 210x295MM notebook with 288 pages that provides sufficient space for six subject notes. The sturdy hard bound card board cover ensures long life of notebook and prevents any cracks/tattering or separation of pages form the note book.

However, on a lighter note, if we count that snake and ladder game playing facility also then it becomes  a 7 subject notebook... the 7th subject is of games, just like our schools where we get a period for sports and games. Quite an intelligent idea .. no ??   

The pages in this notebook are however, not much thick, but I think that is acceptable because the covers are already very thick and cloth bind and thick pages will only increase the weight of notebook and thus the burden of school/college bag.

And hey, did I tell you that I received a personally addressed and signed letter from Srinivas Viswanathan, the director of  Srinivas Group. I know all participants have received this type of letter from him and I was  totally impressed by this initiative of team MatrikaS. Do check the facebook page of MatrikaS Paper Products Here for more updates about their lovely paper stationery products.

One  more thing which I deeply feel about MatrikaS products is that they are more like lifestyle stationery and not just ordinary journals, diaries and notebooks.  Today, when we have become habitual of writing/typing on computer screen only and quite bored with the traditional notebooks, diaries and other journals; in that scenario MatrikaS paper products are very much warm, lively and inspiring as well as.Their unique designs, vibrant color themes, supreme quality paper and covers, attractive and useful features inspire us to pick the pen and write away whatever comes in our hearts. Moreover, these elegant paper stationery could be a perfect gift item for any occasion and for all age groups, especially when the person is interested in writing.

So, Those were my views about MatrikaS opulent  Paper products.. what about you ?? Do let me know about how you like this stylish notebook and those beautiful diaries.

This Product review has been written as a part of MatrikaS "Sscribble Your Heart Away Campaign"

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

MatrikaS Paper products : A Romance Between Writer and Her Diaries

It all started when I was in eleventh standard, one fine day our teacher gave us a lecture about how great personalities of world has always maintained the habit of diary writing and thus we too should follow the path. Somehow that idea of writing diaries struck my mind (maybe I too wanted to be a Great Personality!!!) and when my father came back from office, the very first thing I asked him,“ I want a diary in which I can write my daily routine.”  At first, he was surprised because till date his little daughter demanded for many things (toys, new clothes, sweets and sometimes cosmetics as well as !!!) But a DIARY ????? Anyway, I got one. A simple, small and thin diary; pages weren't much broad and the length was OK kind of. However, that was My First Diary and I started writing various things in it; about my life, people around me, events taking place in my life and yes some times serious philosophical stuff as well as.

My First Diary
My Priceless Possessions
Since then, a long time has been passed on and diary has become an integral part of my life. I am  a proud owner of  six diaries, six different types of diaries; different colors, sizes, designs, etc., but one thing is common for all of them, they represent my life till date; precious documents of my life, written by myself. My diaries are the most valuable possessions  of mine. Here, I am showing a few of those old diaries of mine.

Bad Quality Binding

Hence, when a fellow blogger introduced me with Matrikas Paper Products and suggested joining the Scribble Your Heart Away With MatrikaS Paper Products Campaign, I couldn't stop myself and quickly applied for their products. After few days, I received two lovely diaries and an elegant notebook. Here, I would like to talk about the diaries only, don't worry I will be sure telling you about the notebook, but in the next post. Of course, if you are a writer like me, then you know that words written on paper are closer to heart rather than any other writing form. And when it comes to expressing our little heart out, then diary writing is the best option. Diaries hold our big world inside their black and white papers and with every written page, they create a new world of memories and creativity.

As I told you before that I received two diaries, so let’s talk about the one with a light green colored titled "CUBE WORKS ", an aristocratic diary. This diary is available in two more colors, Blue and Brown at the website of Matrikas.  A cute soft elastic green strap on the cover for safe locking gives it more personal  touch.
Back Side

 This elegant diary cum journal has hard bound cover with a plush velvety touch feel and the title Cube Works is neatly engraved on both front and back covers in bold letters. A book-marker is also given along with the diary to introduce the user with the different sections of it. As per the book-marker, there are 256 pages in this diary to cater your different needs, from personal information to Action Plans, To Do List and Expense Summary; every single need of a common diary user has been cared of and given sufficient space.
Book Marker cum Index

 For example, first section is “Personal Data”, next is index pages and then comes the biggest section of the diary that is Ruled Pages and so on. I loved the ruled pages because unlike other diaries or journals that usually comes with specific mention of year, date, etc., on every page; in this diary the date column has been left empty to be filled by the user.
Empty Date Column

A diary, no matter how good it looks, is useless without good quality pages and strong binding. I had to abandon one of my personal diaries without filling all pages because it's binding was getting torn and pages were getting separate ( as you can notice that particular diary in below pictures). Moreover, being an avid
Torn Back Cover of my Old Diary

Worn Out Sides and Cracked Cover
writer and reader both, I am tend to write a lot stuff in my diary; from book reviews to the movie reviews, from daily happenings to any political social issue, my diary is my personal space where I want to express myself without any boundaries. Therefore, I expect premium quality pages; the ink ( I usually write with ball pen) should not get imprinted on the other side of the page, paper should not turn yellow/pale, pages should have soft touch yet thick enough to sustain the impact of time on my diary.

 MatrikaS products fulfill all our expectations very well. Paper quality is excellent; pages are thick and smooth to make the writing hassle free. Hard bound cover ensures the safety of your precious memories written on paper and also increases the life span of diary. There is a small safety pouch (thick paper made) also attached inside the back cover of the diary. Here, you can hide any important document, personal papers, etc. Hence, with MatrikaS, I am pretty sure that my personal space is in safe hands.

Now let me tell you about the second diary that is my favourite  among  the three products I got from MatrikaS. While, applying for the product review, MatrikaS asked  us to choose a famous personality from a given list and I chose Swami Vivekanand. That time I didn't know why they ask so, but when I received the product hamper and saw this graceful yet opulent diary that portrays Swamiji I understood the purpose of asking about our favourite personality

The front cover of diary has a youthful and lively portrait of Swami Vivekanand embossed  on the front cover, surrounded with beautiful prints of octal flowers and the symbol of OM.  A silver colored title “Vivekanand Journal” engraved at the top right side sparkles like stars on the background of saffron colored hard bound cover. The hard bound covers of diary have been given special designing effects and velvet finish that make it even more attractive.

Ethnic print at binding and soothing two tone color scheme of  covers and pages are capable enough to steal your heart.  The OM symbol is printed at every left side page of the diary at the top left side and each page contains a quote at the down bottom said by Swamiji  himself. Once again the date column has been left empty to be filled by the writer.

The journal contains a short biography of Swamiji also that is quite useful, it contains all important facts about his life, works and achievements. When you open the diary, a special column will attract your attention that is “ This Book Belongs to …”. I simply loved this feature because it creates a relationship between the diary and the user and this is the biggest purpose of any personal diary/journal. Another sections that attracted my attention are "Books To Be Read and Places To Be Visited". Here, you can create a list of all those books with their brief description that you want to read and places that you want to explore. These lists will always keep your dreams alive and help you remind about the Works to be Accomplished. This way one can keep a live hand written record of  memorable things and events of their life.

The overall simple yet elegant and stylish design of  the journal rightly expresses the personality and ideology of Swamiji. The journal also has To Do Lists and Monthly Action Plan sections to organize and manage your daily routine tasks.

In short, this exquisite Journal could be a perfect gift for anyone, be it a young chap or an elderly person, especially when they are fan of Swami Vivekanand like me (yes, that’s why I chose his name from the list).  For me, on the auspicious occasion of Diwali it is a unique and precious gift from MatrikaS Paper Products  that I will always cherish.

This Post has been written as a part of the Scribble Your Heart Away With MatrikaS Paper Products Campaign.

Images Courtesy :  taken by my cellphone camera.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Diwali : A Season of Happy Hours

Diwali is not just a festival, but, it is more like a phenomenon; An event that takes place once in a year and for those Five Days of Festival, we start preparations around a month ago or sometimes 2-3 months ago. It is the only time of the year when people seriously think about cleaning their house thoroughly, be it throwing out the garbage which was stored all the year so we can get the “Best Price” from raddiwala. From painting of house, renovations, buying new furniture or jewelry, buying silver coins as a ritual, getting new clothes so we can wear them on the very day of Diwali, home decorations and what not; for everything Diwali is the Right and Best Time. Oh wait, seems I forgot something very important and that is Mithai, Diwali ki Mithai !!!!, Pataakhe !!! and Clay Diyas… mithai, pataakhe and diye complete our picture of Diwali and its festivity.  This is the ideal way We The Great Indians like to celebrate this sparkling festival of Diwali.

And the same goes with my family as well as, we are three members in my family, me and my parents. Safai Abhiyaan for our big home that starts at least a month ago and never get finished even the day before Diwali and still there would be some parts of home remained not cleaned or say Untouched (A big crime in my mom’s dictionary). My father’s scooter becomes Raddi carrying vehicle for few days and it visits Kabadi walah every week to sell old newspapers, magazines, broken household items and other scrap. Though, let me be honest, this year we have not done any  Safai or cleaning of house due to my mother’s illness, it has been a month or so since we are running between home and hospitals, she was hospitalized for BP fluctuation and now by the gods grace she is at home; therefore, no time for cleaning, etc., but hey it’s Diwali and  it should be special. So what if we didn't get time for cleaning, there are many other things to do and to be taken care of. So here is my Diwali Plan for this year…

My favorite part of  the festival is … obviously, Shopping !!! no, not the cloths, etc., but the household items, especially ethnic home decorations. For example, last year I bought multicolored fancy lights for exterior wall decoration, before last year there were cook-ware and this year I have ordered non stick cook-ware and a wristwatch for papa from Flipkart, hopefully will get all those items on time.  

For home decoration, here is my pick for the festival, an elegant wall hanging of Ganesh ji, a framed wooden painting made by me, clam-shell made tassels and small beads made chandelier for corners.

And to fulfill the tradition of buying some sort of Sona-Chandi on Diwali,  I have a gold ring  for me which was purchased couple of months ago but, I would like to include it in Diwali shopping because now we might not be able to buy any gold silver item on Dhanteras.

However, as I already mentioned in first para, Diwali is incomplete without Typical Diwali ki Ghar Par Bani Mithai, so here I am... the Guziya-Mathri expert and Mummy's  Daal and Moongfali Chikki;  typical Sindhi delicacy for Diwali. These yummy groundnut and jaggery chikkis  are our must preparations for Diwali because we have to keep them in Laxmi Poojan for Bhog.  There are three types of chikkis  that we usually make at home; roasted groundnut chikki, roasted gram dal chikki and murmura chikki. They can be prepared with jaggery or with sugar as well as. However, the jaggery chikkis  are more popular than their sugar counterparts because jaggery has its own different sweetness which you can’t get with sugar. The tradition behind using Gur for  Diwali sweets, indicates towards the weather change; transition form summers to winters and so thus our body needs warm ingredients in daily diet.  Preparing these Gur wali Chikkis is a tough task, only the Experts (read Mothers and Grandmothers) can make them.

First you have to melt the gur in a deep thick bottom pan with the right quantity of water, neither less nor more. When the gur gets melt and appears like a shining brown sauce then add roasted garm daal/ roasted groundnuts/murmuras into  it and cook for a couple of minutes, mix it well and then quickly brings it out on a flat surface which should be pre greased. Then, roll the chikki mix  out in round shape and keep it aside (on a muslin cloth) for drying/cooling for sometime. After cooling it will become like a crunchy sweet snack, one can add cardamom powder or finely chopped dry-fruits to  enhance the taste and appearance, but in our house we don’t add any such things; simple, basic recipe of chikki.  This year mom will not prepare it, she will give the instructions and I will try my best to create the magic of “Mummy ke Hath ki Chikki”. (yummy in my tummy)

Diwali Poojan or say Laxmi Poojan is a time when I am the most needed person in my home... Why ?? Because it's me who have to tell the Gajlaxmi Katha ( yes I am an expert story-teller). After katha, mom will perform the Aarti and I will recite the shloks. Oh, are you asking, what is this GajLaxmi Katha, then google it, this inspiring story tells us the importance of “Karma” and “Hard work” in our life rather than being depend on “Bhagya”.

So, now when we are done with Pooja, its time for enjoying sweets and cracking the air crackers, anar, fuljhadis and sky shots, another favourite part of festival for me. However, this time I am not going to burn any crackers this time, no no, it has nothing to do with green and clean campaign, but with the cost of patakhas .. Pataakhe ab bahut jyada mahange ho gaye hain naa !!! (sadly smile)

After Diwali, Rama Shama is waiting, I will visit my friends and relative's place; they will also come to our home and we will see .. Kisne Kya Khareeda and kiske ghar kounsi mithaai thi ?? (wink wink). We will do all the gossips along with steaming tea sips, snacks and further enrich each other’s knowledge regarding Diwali shopping offers, bargains and kahaan sasta tha aur kahaan mahnga tha and obviously each one of has got the Best Shopping Deal of festive season.

 This post is written for the Happy Hour Campaign of Indiblogger sponsored by PepsiIndia

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Monday, 8 September 2014

मेरी पसंद की कुछ किताबें : एक अधूरी सूची

तो इस बार का indispire टॉपिक है, आपकी पसंद की टॉप टेन किताबें बताइये। अब पढ़ा तो बहुत है, स्कूल  कॉलेज और फिर नौकरी करते हुए पब्लिक लाइब्रेरी तक …  जो हाथ लगा वो सब पढ़ डाला। पर ऐसा टॉप टेन  जैसा कभी कुछ  सोचा नहीं। तो चलिए आज सोचते हैं, मेरी पसंद की टॉप टेन किताबें।

1.  आखिरी शब के हमसफ़र : इस वक़्त जो पहली किताब मेरे दिमाग आ रही  है. वो है  कुर्रतुल ऐन हैदर की लिखी मॉडर्न क्लासिक  ज्ञानपीठ पुरस्कार विजेता किताब। इस किताब में 1939 से लेकर बांग्लादेश के निर्माण के कुछ साल बाद तक का कालखण्ड शामिल किया गया है. ये किताब अपने लेखक की राजनीती, इतिहास, आर्थिक मुद्दों और सबसे ऊपर बंगाल के साहित्य पर ज़बरदस्त पकड़ को बताती है. ब्रिटिश नौकरशाही से लेकर साम्यवादी क्रांतिकारी आंदोलन, भारत में  ईसाई मिशनरी और उनका फैलाव, विभाजन से जुड़े मुद्दे, बांग्लादेश, मुस्लिम लीग की राजनीती जैसे कितने कितने ही विषय अपने आप में समेटे ये किताब किसी एपिक से कम  नहीं है. भारत से बाहर ब्रिटिश उपनिवेशों में रहने वाले अप्रवासी भारतीय, 70 के दशक का हिप्पी आंदोलन, विदेशों में रहने वाले भारतियों के  सांस्कृतिक अंतर्द्वंद और इन सबसे ऊपर इंसान के मनोविज्ञान की  गहरी समझ; कुर्रतुल ऐन  हैदर  ने इस किताब को एक ऐसी ऊंचाई पर पहुंचा दिया है जिस को छूना ही मुश्किल है उस तक पहुँच पाना तो और भी मुश्किल। 

2 . अफीम सागर :  इस किताब का रिव्यु मैं Here पहले ही कर चुकी हूँ. अमिताव घोष की लिखी इस किताब को बुकर प्राइज के लिए शॉर्टलिस्ट किया गया था. अंग्रेजी में इसे Sea Of Poppies कहा गया है.  इस किताब की खासियत है अफीम के त्रिकोणीय व्यापार जो भारत ब्रिटेन और चीन के बीच चलता था उसे अमिताव घोष ने बड़ी बारीकी से बयान किया है. अगर आप हिस्ट्री स्टूडेंट रहे हैं तो इस किताब को पढ़ते वक़्त आपको लगेगा कि  जो आजतक सिलेबस में था वो अब उपन्यास की शक्ल में आपके सामने है और अगर आपका इतिहास से दूर पास कहीं का वास्ता नहीं पड़ा तो भी आप इसे ज़रूर पढ़े क्योंकि इतने सीधे सरल तरीके से  आर्थिक और व्यापारिक इतिहास ( ईस्ट इंडिया कंपनी के अफीम व्यापार सन्दर्भ में )  आपको और कहीं शायद ही मिले। 

3. अग्नि की उड़ान : इस किताब को ज्यादातर लोग विंग्स ऑफ़ फायर के नाम से जानते हैं. जी हां हमारे देश के मिसाइल मैन और  भूतपूर्व राष्ट्रपति श्री ए. पी. जे. कलाम की आत्मकथा है ये. इस किताब में उनके बचपन से लेकर अग्नि मिसाइल की लॉन्चिंग तक  लेखा  जोखा है. कलाम साहब का बचपन,  उनके स्कूल और कॉलेज का वक़्त, ज़िन्दगी के संघर्ष और फिर करियर के उतार चढ़ाव; इस किताब के ज़रिये मिसाइल मैन के टाइटल के पीछे की कहानी हमारे सामने आती है. इस किताब  खूबी है इसमें दी गई छोटी छोटी कविताएं जो खुद कलाम साहब ने ही लिखी हैं. 

4. रांगेय राघव की श्रेष्ठ कहानियां :  ये किताब रांगेय राघव की लिखी हुई कुछ बेहतरीन कहानियों का संग्रह है.  इसी के ज़रिये मैं पहली बार मिली "गदल" से. जी हाँ रांगेय राघव की गदल, हिंदी साहित्य की दस बेहतरीन कहानियों में एक है गदल.  और पहली ही बार जाना रांगेय राघव की कहानियों का जादू, उनकी कलम का चमत्कार। उन्होंने समाज के सबसे निचले तबके से लेकर सबसे ऊपर के वर्ग तक की कहानियां लिखी हैं, भाषा ऐसी कि  बस बाँध ले आपको, लगेगा जैसे वे पात्र खुद जीवंत होकर आपके सामने आ खड़े हुए हो.

5. स्मृति कलश : इस किताब को लिखा है शिवानी गौरापंत ने, इसमें उनके शांति  निकेतन में बिताये  स्कूल कॉलेज के दिनों, अपने शिक्षकों, साथियों, शांति निकेतन की अनोखी शिक्षा प्रणाली और सबसे ऊपर खुद गुरुदेव रवीन्द्रनाथ ठाकुर की यादें शामिल हैं. इस किताब ने मुझे बंगाल से, बांग्ला भाषा से, शांतिनिकेतन से और रवीन्द्रनाथ से मिलवाया। और ऐसा मिलवाया कि  लगता है शायद कभी किसी जन्म में, मैं बंगाल में ही जन्मी थी. 

6. एक वायलिन समंदर के किनारे :  ये नावेल कृष्ण चन्दर का लिखा हुआ एक बेहतरीन फिक्शन है. फुल मसाला स्टोरी  हिट बॉलीवुड फिल्म बन जाए ( श्ह्ह्ह, ये बात प्लीज एकता कपूर को ना बताना, वो इस कहानी का बेडा गर्क कर देगी)  जिसमे अजंता एलोरा की गुफाओं का जादू,  एक अजब गज़ब प्रेम कहानी, बीत चुके समय के  संगीतकार का आज के वक़्त में लौटना और ....  बस अब आगे खुद पढ़िए, मैं क्यों बताऊ पूरी कहानी ??? वैसे दूरदर्शन वाले इस पर एक सीरियल बना  के दिखा चुके हैं. 

7. प्रथम शैल पुत्री च :  हाँ ये थोड़ा अजीब टाइटल है लेकिन  सभ्यता का  आविर्भाव कैसे हुआ होगा यानी, वो जो आप इतिहास की किताबों में पढ़ते हैं ना स्टोन ऐज, आदि मानव, प्रीहिस्टोरिक ऐज  वगैरह उसी को कहानी के ज़रिये बताया गया है. कैसे इंसान ने आग जलाना सीखा होगा, भाषा कैसे बानी, कैसे कैसे छोटे छोटे आविष्कार हुए होंगे, आस्थाएं, देवता कैसे अस्तित्व में आये ? कैसे इंसान ने खेती करना और फिर व्यापार  करना सीखा …  और फिर कैसे एक दिन भारतीय उपमहाद्वीप में सिंधु घाटी की सभ्यता पनपी।  और कैसे रहे होंगे उनके शहर, वे लोग और कैसे हमारे आज के मिथक और आस्थाएं उनके बीते वक़्त से जुड़ गए हैं. मायानन्द मिश्रा का लिखा एक शानदार कहानी संग्रह, इसे पढ़ते वक़्त लगेगा जैसे इतिहास खुद ही अपनी कहानी सुनाने बैठ गया हो.

8.  गली आगे मुडती है :  शिव प्रसाद सिंह का लिखा "काशी  त्रयी" की पहली क़िस्त वाला उपन्यास।  ये उपन्यास बनारस यूनिवर्सिटी की राजनीती के इर्द गिर्द बुना  गया है, इसमें  आपको बनारस के  वर्तमान की कुछ झलक मिलेगी। आस्थाओं, विश्वासों, चमत्कारों  का शहर, भारत का प्रतीक बनारस  और  उसकी समस्याएं। एक बढ़िया किताब, दूरदर्शन वालों ने इस पर एक सीरियल भी बनाया था.  

9. बस भाई अब आगे और लिखने का अभी मेरे पास टाइम है नहीं और indispire का टाइम ख़त्म होता जा रहा है. और फिर बाकी दो किताबे अभी मुझे याद आ भी नहीं रही, जैसे ही याद आएगी, अपडेट कर दूँगी, तब तक के लिए स्टे इन टच. 

Friday, 29 August 2014

समय के संसार में

नरम हरी घास पर रखा हुआ हर कदम, एक ठंडी लहर उसके शरीर के अंदर भेज रहा था.  ऐसा लगता था कि  ओस  की नमी उसके पैरों से होते हुए थके हुए शरीर के हर हिस्से तक पहुँच रही थी, तेज़ धूप से जले हुए मन प्राण  को फिर से ऊर्जा मिल रही थी.

"ये सुबह को हरी घास पर घूमने वाला आईडिया शायद सही है." उसने सोचा और फिर उसकी नज़र  सामने लटकी घडी पर गई, सुबह के नौ बज कर पांच मिनट हुए थे. उसे फिर से नींद आने लगी और तभी उसे महसूस हुआ कि  वो चल नहीं रही, घास पर लेटी  हुई है.  उसने वापिस आँखें बंद कर ली. आँखों  पर नींद का बोझ अभी बाकी था और सुबह की ताज़ी हवा इस बोझ को नशे में बदल रही थी. अगले कितने मिनट नींद रही या नींद का नशा, इसका पता नहीं चल पाया।

आखिर आँखें खुलीं, और फिर से सीधे नज़र सामने घड़ी की तरफ गई, वहाँ अभी भी सुबह के नौ बज कर पांच मिनट हुए थे. उसने करवट बदली और देखा … एक आदमी जिसके लम्बे बाल उसके कन्धों तक बिखरे थे, वही पास में लेटा उसकी तरफ देख कर मुस्कुरा रहा है. वो उठी; असहजता, अचरज, असुरक्षा, बहुत सारे ख्याल  एकसाथ आये  और लौट गए. 

"कौन हो तुम ?" 

"मैं तो हमेशा  तुम्हारे साथ, अंग संग चलता हूँ. तुम्हारी कलाई पर बंधा, दीवार पर लटका हुआ … मैं वही वक़्त हूँ जिसे देख कर, जिसका हिसाब लगा कर तुम रोज़ का शेड्यूल तय करती हो. भागती हो घड़ी  के कांटो के हिसाब से और रूकती हो मिनटों के हिसाब से." 

"ये मेरी जगह है. मैं यहां रहता हूँ. इसे मेरा घर समझ लो." वो बोलता गया. 

विश्वास कर सकने जैसी बात ये थी नहीं और विरोध करने के लिए तर्क उसे  सूझ नहीं पाया और इसलिए उसने तेज़ कदमो से चलना शुरू कर दिया। जहां तक नज़र जाती थी बस हरी घास का मैदान दिखाई देता था. एक ख्याल और मन में आया,  अगर ये एक मैदान है तो घडी किस दीवार पर लटकी है ?? उसने दुबारा मुड़  कर घड़ी को देखा और  इस बार गौर से देखा, नौ बज कर पांच मिनट। घड़ी की सुइयां थमी हुई थी.

" क्या मैं सपना देख रही हूँ ?? शायद हाँ …" 

घास के उस अनंत तक फैले मैदान पर चलते चलते उसने एक मेज़ के चारो ओर कुछ  लोगों को बैठे देखा। पास गई, और मुंह से चीख निकलते रह गई, वहाँ ऐलिस चाय की टेबल पर हैटर के साथ  बैठी थी और उनका साथ देने लिए cheshire  cat भी थी.  उसने विस्फारित आँखों से वक़्त नाम के  उस आदमी  को देखा, वक़्त ने उसे चुप रहने का इशारा किया और आगे चलता गया. 

फिर कहीं नज़र पड़ी ; वहाँ असलान और लूसी, प्रिंस कास्पियन के साथ घूम रहे थे. उनको ये चीखना पसंद आया या नहीं ये मालूम नहीं चल सका क्योंकि उन्होंने पलट कर उसकी तरफ देखा नहीं।     

" ये सब यहां कैसे आये, कौनसी जगह है ये ?? और मैं यहां कैसे आई ??" 

" इन सबको तुम अपने साथ ही लाइ हो,  ये सब, एलिस और उसका वंडरलैंड, नार्निया के राजा और रानी, तुम्हारी फंतासी का, तुम्हारे कल्पनालोक का  हिस्सा हैं, तुम्हारी पसंद हैं और शायद किसी दिन तुम नार्निया जाना भी चाहती हो. तुम यहां इसलिए हो क्योंकि  तुम आना चाहती थी यहां। देखना चाहती थी वो जगह जहां वक़्त रुक जाता है." वक़्त ने एक सांस में जवाब दिया। 

" ये सपना नहीं है गुड़िया, उस नीली डायरी में तुम्ही ने लिखा था ना कि भगवान  की बनाई हुई इतनी बड़ी दुनिया में वक़्त को ठहरने, रुकने और सुस्ताने को कोई जगह नहीं है क्या ??  तो लो, तुम आ गई यहां, जहां वक़्त भी ठहर जाता है, दो घड़ी आराम करने के लिए." 

"तुम नीली डायरी के बारे में क्या जानते हो ?" 

" तुम भूल रही हो, कि  मैं इस ब्रह्माण्ड के हर कोने में, हर पल मौजूद हूँ तो फिर तुम्हारी डायरी क्या मेरी नज़रों से छुपी रह सकती है? चलो आओ, तुम्हे कुछ दिखाऊं … "  

वो उसके पीछे चलने लगी,  हरी घास के अंतहीन  कालीन के एक हिस्से में कागज़ बिछे हुए  नज़र आये, पास गए तो समझ आया कि  असल में ये किताबें है जिनके पन्ने हवा में फड़फड़ा रहे हैं.  थोड़ा और गौर से देखा, किताबें हर कहीं, ज़मीन पर हवा में तैरती हुई, पन्ने  बोलते हुए, अपनी कहानी सुनाते ....किताबों के अंदर की तसवीरें पन्नों से बाहर झांकती हुई  ....  कहीं एक पर्दा सा या दीवार सी खड़ी नज़र आई जिस पर तसवीरें और दृश्य चलते दिखे … 

"Ink-heart, Silver-tongue  " लड़की बुदबुदाई।

"एक और फैंटेसी, तुम फिल्में बहुत देखती हो ?" … वक़्त हंसा। एक नीली किताब हवा में तैरती हुई उन दोनों की तरफ आई.  ये किताब वही नीली डायरी है.

"ये सब किताबें और उनके पन्ने  ऐसे बिखरे हुए क्यों है ?" 

"ये  सब किताबें  दुनिया के हर कोने से यहां आई है, मेरा मतलब ब्रह्माण्ड के हर कोने से.  सभ्यताओं और बियाबानो का इतिहास बताती हैं,  मेरे  आज की तस्वीर  और मेरे आने वाले कदमों के संकेत मुझे बताती रहती हैं. इन्ही के ज़रिये मैं हर जगह हूँ  और सब कुछ देखता सुनता हूँ. " 

" तो फिर तुम आराम  कब करते हो ? मैंने तो डायरी  में ऐसी जगह के बारे में लिखा था जहां वक़्त भी आराम करता है, तुम तो लगता है कि  कभी सोते ही नहीं। यहां बैठे किताबें देखते या सुनते रहते हो …" 

" लगता है तुम्हारी मोटी  बुद्धि  है. क्या इतना भी नहीं जानती कि  फैंटेसी  की दुनिया में तुम्हारे संसार की घड़ियों के नियम नहीं चलते। इसलिए तो इतनी देर से वो घड़ी एक ही वक़्त दिखा रही है … नौ बज कर पांच मिनट।"

" दिन और रात, शाम और दोपहर वाले  हिसाब यहां नहीं है."

" अगर दिन रात का हिसाब  नहीं है तो फिर वो घड़ी ये नौ बज कर  …" बात अधूरी ही रह गई. 

"ये वक़्त, ये exact  वक़्त तुमने उस नीली डायरी में लिखा था, ठीक इसी वक़्त पर तुमने सोचा था कि  घड़ी  के कांटे थम क्यों नहीं जाते।" वक़्त ने एक रहस्य्मयी मुस्कान के साथ जवाब दिया। 

"अगर ये वक़्त, ये ऐलिस और असलान और ये जगह … सिर्फ मेरी ही कल्पना होने के कारण यहां  हैं तो फिर मेरी जगह अगर कोई और होता तो उसकी कल्पनायें ...." अबकी बार जान बूझ कर बात अधूरी छोड़ दी. 

वक़्त ने आगे कोई जवाब नहीं दिया लेकिन उसकी वही मुस्कराहट बनी  रही.

हरी घास के मैदान का ओर  छोर नहीं था  और चलने से वे दोनों थकते नहीं थे.  वक़्त की इस दुनिया के चमत्कार अभी बाकी थे.

"ये लोग कौन हैं और इस तरह क्यों यहां लेटे हैं?" 

"श्ह्ह, धीरे बोलो,  ये सब सो रहे हैं,  चलो यहां से,  इन्हे डिस्टर्ब मत करो अपने सवालों से." 

हवा में  स्थिर कुछ  मानव  शरीर, जैसे चैन से कोई अपने नरम गुदगुदे बिस्तर पर सो रहा हो वैसे हवा में ज़मीन से कुछ ऊपर वे सब सोये थे.   वक़्त उसे, उन लोगों से कुछ दूर ले गया.

" ये सब लोग अभी सो रहे हैं अपने घरों में. दुनिया के जिस भी हिस्से  में जब लोग सो जाते हैं तब मैं उन्हें यहां ले आता हूँ. ताकि उनकी नींदों में से कुछ हिस्सा चुरा सकूँ और  उस  कुछ देर के लिए मैं भी आराम कर लेता हूँ । तुम्हारे शब्दों में दो घड़ी सुस्ता  लेता हूँ. " 

"उनकी नींदों में वक़्त की सुइयां रुक जाती हैं और जितनी देर तक वे सोते हैं उतनी देर तक उनका वक़्त ठहर जाता है."

" क्या तुम उनकी परछाइयाँ यहां ले आते हो ?" उसने थोड़ा डर  कर पूछा।

" कुछ ऐसा ही समझ लो …" वक़्त ने हँसते हुए जवाब दिया लेकिन फिर थोड़ा संभल कर कहा, " ये परछाइयाँ नहीं है असल में ये उनका अवचेतन मन है जो सोये हुए शरीर में जाग उठा है." 

" वो इन्सेप्शन  फिल्म के जैसा ?" उसने थोड़ा दबी हुई आवाज़ में पूछा।

" इन्सेप्शन या मैट्रिक्स कहीं बाहर नहीं होता, वो हमारे ही अंदर, हमारे आस पास होता है. फर्क सिर्फ इतना है कि  तुम सारा दिन   कम्प्यूटर, मोबाइल और पता नहीं कौन कौन सी मशीनों से और उनकी नित नई  तकनीक से इतना ज्यादा घिरे हो कि   जीवन के सीधे सरल रूप देख नहीं पाते। हर वो चीज़ जो आश्चर्यों से भरी है और तुम्हारी कल्पना से आगे की है  उसकी व्याख्या या तो इंटरनेट पर ढूंढते हो या  किसी फिल्म की कहानी से जोड़ देते हो."  वक़्त ने एक लम्बा और उबा देने वाला प्रवचन दिया। 
"लेकिन फिल्में भी तो आम ज़िन्दगी से ही निकलती हैं." उसने जवाब देने की सोची पर फिर चुप रह गई. 
"वैसे तुम्हारी ये जगह ब्रह्माण्ड के किस कोने में है, किस ग्रह  या गैलेक्सी में है ?" उसने तीखा सवाल किया। 

" हर कहीं, हमेशा तुम्हारी नज़रों के सामने, बस उसे देखने भर की देर है." वक़्त ने जवाब दिया।

"तो फिर मुझे या किसी और को आज तक कभी दिखी क्यों नहीं?" 

"क्योंकि इस से पहले कभी तुमने इसे देखने की कोशिश भी नहीं की." 

"तुम बात बदल रहे हो और मुझे अपनी इन रहस्य भरी बातों से बहलाने की कोशिश कर रहे हो." 

" ये ठहरी हुई वक़्त की  दुनिया हमेशा तुम्हारे आँखों के सामने होती है पर तुमको ठहरने की फुर्सत आमतौर होती नहीं।"  धीमी आवाज़ में जवाब आया.
" वो रंगीन रौशनी कैसी है और ये आवाज़ें कहाँ से आ रही हैं." अब उसने खुद ही  बात को  बदलते हुए सवाल किया और रौशनी की दिशा में इशारा भी किया।

" ये रौशनी तुम्हारी दुनिया से आ रही है, वो आवाज़ें घरों और सडकों पर पसरा शोर है जो अब तुम्हे वापिस बुला रहा है.  लौटने का समय हो गया है."  इतना कह कर वक़्त ने  हवा में लटकी घडी को देखा जो उनके साथ साथ चल रही थी. 

उस घडी में अब नौ बज कर दस मिनट हो रहे थे. 

घास का मैदान अब दीवारों और छत में तब्दील होने लगा.  

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Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Alternate The End of : The Saree Saga .. An old memoir

“Can we go home now?” Veeren bhaiya asked us.
“Oh yes, we are very much tired and feeling sleepy”, both of us replied together.
“Thank god you people are tired”, and with this comment he moved towards parking lot and we also followed him. I was thinking about wedding function, Divya and of-course saree, once again my eyes blinked and a smile ran on my face.

We were walking across the pathway from the entrance gate of marriage hall to parking lot when I saw a patch of mud and water in the middle of path. I tried to cross that patch with a small jump and in that try, my feet, first tangled and then shuffled with saree-fall and before I could understand anything, the next moment….oooo..auuu..ew… I was on the ground. Both of my legs got twisted and saree was spoiled with mud. All this happened within the fractions of minutes, I cried with pain but Yamini and Veeren both broke off in a laughter that made me angry and I felt embarrassed too. 

“I knew it, I knew it will happen…I told you this saree is a total flip-flop idea but you did not listen to me, in fact who listens to me, awww….why me always?” I shouted on mini. She somehow controlled her laughter and helped me to get up; Veeren bhaiya also gave me a hand. My shouting and din was continued, “how many times I told you and divi, I can’t carry a saree, but you guys did not listen a single word of mine and now see this..”. I was almost about to cry.

“Calm down, you will be fine, no one saw you falling in mud”, mini sympathize with me, but I was not in a mood to listen her.
“My both ankles are twisted and you are laughing,”

Yamini scolded me in a bit harsh tone, “shut up sonu, don’t cry like a little baby, it’s a small injury and you will be fine.”
I growled and again started accusing divya’s saree idea, my voice was enough loud to disturb the silence of night.  We were going towards car while quarreling like idiots. Due to pain in my legs I wasn’t able to walk properly, so I was walking slowly and that too with mini’s support and our collective noise of shouting was reverberating in the air. Suddenly, we heard a voice…. A sharp, harsh and loud one...

“What’s going on here, what kind of noise is this, what you girls are doing here at this time?”  Our necks with all our senses and brains turned into the direction of the sudden bombardment of questions… those were two police constables!!!. For a second none of us spoke anything, but then Yamini took a lead, “ sir, my name is Yamini and I am a law student, we came here to attend our friends wedding,” with last words she pointed her finger towards marriage hall, which was now seeming a bit far from us. they did not pay attention to mini’s words and looked towards me with an investigative sight (god only knows what was going on in their minds) one of them asked,” What happened to you, why are you shouting and where do you live?”while the other one was keep staring me. I was speechless and numb, Yamini quickly answered, “she slipped on mud, over there” she pointed again. But his eyes stuck on me; finally I opened my mouth and said, “Yes I fell down”.

Before this interrogation would have extended long, Veeren bhaiya came toward us with fast steps, “what happened? Any problem?” he looked at us but asked the constables. “Who are you?” the questioner constable asked bhaiya. Bhaiya replied with a soft tone, “sir I am Veeren Bhaargav and these are my sisters, we came here to attend the wedding function..” but the other constable asked. “Show me your license “.
When all this interrogation was going on, yaamini saw divya’s maternal uncle at the entrance gate of marriage hall and she shouted from her place..”uncleeeeee,” thank god he was not alone, two more gentlemen were with him. Rest of the story was quite simple and predictable, divya’s uncles and Veeren bhaiya had a word with the constables and within a few minutes they once again disappear in darkness from where they came.

We too felt relaxed and moved quickly towards car and get into it.  I, who was totally quiet and dumb during this entire episode, finally opened my mouth and said..”I will never forget this wedding…gosh..this is really too much”. I pretend as if I am a poor girl who is trapped in such an awkward situation. Now it was Yamini’s turn, she looked at me with anger, “it is all your fault you idiot ..if you would have controlled yourself than this could not have been happened, but no, you are a master in inviting troubles, god only knows what the hell those constables were thinking about us when they hear your screams and yells. You are such a fool”.

“what!!! Was that me?...Excuse me, my leg..” but before I finish my sentence, Yamini shouted, “oh yes your leg, as if it is such an important news that you have to tell each and everyone in this world”. I did not said anything after fact, we both remained quite after that and meanwhile Veeren bhaiya came and started driving car. As the car started running, the cool and refreshing breeze started flowing our anger and stretched nerves also started to calm down. Yamini and I look to each other, smiled and than broke in to a laughter….

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Friday, 22 August 2014

The Saree Saga .. An old memoir

“What!!! Have you gone nuts?” I asked divi and looked towards mini with confusion. But she was looking in some other direction.
“Miniiiiiiii” I called her loudly, “aumm, what, what  ...She answered as someone has suddenly disturbed her and broke the flow of her “creative thinking”.  I looked her in an irritating mode, “are you listening to what am I saying”?
“Yes, I listened sound and clear,” she replied in a calm manner. I turned back to divi, “do you understand what are you saying you know us very well and still asking this? Mini say something, what are you thinking?”

 Now before you people get more confused, let me introduce you with us, Mini, that is Yamini my best friend and my childhood buddy. I am Sunayana and we were at Divya’s place, divya is our close friend and we were talking about her marriage functions.

Divya’s marriage used to remind me a lot of things which I experienced for the first time in my life. Here I am going to tell you a little bit of those experiences.

 Like all other girls divya was very much excited about her marriage and in that flow of excitement she asked something. Let’s get back to our conversation to know the whole story.

 First she smiled and then started speaking with a very sweet and soft voice, “listen yaar, I want you girls to wear saree on my wedding”. Now that was the moment when I almost jumped from my seat, and expressed in above manner.   While divya continued with her sweet tone, “Oh come on’, its my wedding, and once I will go to my in-law’s house then when I will get a chance to see you people in such a traditional dress-up. There is Mini, who always wear western outfits and you…who always follows her own style”.  With these words of hers’ my eyes and mouth both fall wide open and my eyes filled with so many emotions at a time such as anger, surprise and awfulness.

“.. ..  both of you are my close friends and you have to be with me all the time during the ceremony, so you should look like the maids of honour not just casual friends. Am I expecting too much from you?”  (Now what is this, once again I tried to understand what exactly she was trying to say)

 She made such a cute and innocent face that made it tough to express my confusion and irritation for a few moments. When all this drama was going on Mini was quiet reluctant towards our conversation, as if she has nothing to do with all this. Therefore, I tried to pull her into this matter.

“But divi you know us, we never wore saree and such things, don’t you know that”? How will I manage and how  will I walk?” (If she can do emotional blackmailing, then why can’t I)
 I asked her in a soft and sympathetic voice and looked towards Mini for some kind of support.

Finally, Mini joined the conversation, “look divi, we will not be comfortable in saree and a shalwar suit also gives a traditional look, so do not worry about this casual formal issue.”
However, she did not seem impressed with our weak argument, but she did not make any further conversation on this topic. However, she made such face as if we are disappointing her a lot and making her sad on such an important occasion. Hence, Yamini and I came back to my house.

“Ok, so now what to do?” I asked Yamini.

“I think we should respect her wish, she is right, it’s her wedding and being a good friend we can do this for her”.
“Mini, you too!!!?” I almost screamed with irritation.

 That raised Yamini’s anger, “do not act like as if only you are concerned about it. What do you think I am really happy with this saree drama, you know very well that I don’t like to wear such costumes and all  but we will still do it.”

“I am not going to wear any saree, if you want to do this, go ahead, but do not drag me into this,” I spoke in a cold manner and moved towards kitchen.  She shouted behind me, “come back here and stop eating…”
“I am not eating anything,” I replied in same manner.
“Then what are you doing in the kitchen?” she shouted back on me.
“I want to drink water”, I answered as I opened the door of refrigerator.

“Every time when we are discussing something important, either you want to eat or drink something.”

“Awwwww…” I came back, sat in front of her, and looked into her face. She started speaking in a soft manner, “look, I know you don’t want to do this, even I too do not like to dress up in saree. But every time we cannot think about ourselves only, sometimes we need to think about others too.”
“But I can not carry the saree I will sure fell down. Do you want me to face such embarrassment in front of so many people?”

“Nothing as such will happen, trust me, we have ten days to go for her wedding. All we need to do some preparations.. We will do this all together”
“How much you know about sarees?” I asked her in a teasing manner.
“Well, I have worn saree on a couple of occasions”, she replied with a speedy manner.
“What? When? You never told me.” I was highly surprised on this new information.
“Nothing important as such, at some family function I had to wear.” She tried to cut the conversation, “I am telling you it’s not that much important”. However, her answer did not satisfy me, but I was in no mood to extend this saree conversation so I remain silent. I was not ready to believe that we are actually going to do this. That day we could not reach to any conclusion or decision, but after that conversation I understood whether I like or not, but I have to be a part of all this.

 Mini make me ready to wear saree with a promise that she will help me to do this and of course with abundant number of arguments in favor of saree.

First, we had to choose a saree. I rejected many sarees with dark shades and heavy work.  But Mini found a purple banarsi saree in my mom’s wardrobe. It was looking quite simple yet elegant. After the saree, now it was the time for some other surprises for me. Mini asked me to come with her for some shopping, she told me that her sister in-law kanchan will also accompany us. She did not tell me what exactly we are going to purchase, but soon the curtain rose up, and I found myself selecting choories, bangles, choosing sari broaches and bindees etc.  Though I tried to create a lot of hue and cry like, how can I wear such fancy items, I don’t like this, I am not going to wear them at all and most of all, are you crazy, what do you think of me?…and such things. But nothing affects Mini and kanchan bhabhi as she said, “relax, sonu there is always a first time”. Finally we chose a set of matching purple choories, a purple colored diamond brooch and stone bindies.

After reaching home I thought..Ok its all over now, but no I was wrong, the dress rehearsals were still waiting for me. Mini was really concerned about how I am going to wear the saree and how I will manage my walk with that. Therefore, she asked me to take some trials at home so I would be comfortable on the reception. Obviously all these preparations were not pleasing for me, but there was no escape, after all it was our friend’s wedding, people don’t get marry again and again in their life.

When all these things were going on, my mother who was just calmly watching all these activities of mine, entered in the scene when Mini and I were trying to wrap the saree on me or better I would say I was fighting with that poor clothe. She smiled at me and without saying anything she started tiding saree around me. After wearing it, I stood straight with my hands on my waist and looked at both of them.

“How is it?”
“Pathetic, leave your hands free and let them hang downwards, otherwise in this position you are looking like a house maid,” Mini answered.
Well after that day I wore the saree a couple of times at home and took a walk, everything seemed fine. Finally, the day has come, but before that there was a sangeet night.  Mom gave me a new dress when I was digging my wardrobe for a dress “suitable for the evening”. For a moment I was surprised, when she purchased this!!! It was a royal blue color satin dress with an upper lining of mat cream and grey tissue fabric, an elegant cream colored net dupatta was enhancing its grace.  She asked me, “how is it…pretty isn’t it ?”
“Heavy. Too much glittery”
Obviously mom did not like this response, but she did not express it. Anyway I wore the dress in a hurry and left for Divya’s house. Yamini and I both reached together at her home.
“Hey Sonu your dress is awesome.” Mini liked my dress.

When we entered into the hall, dance and music were on full swing. Divya was sitting at the one side of hall surrounded by her cousins and aunts. Two girls were making mehandi designs on her hand. She saw us and shouted, “hey come, sit here.”
Next moment she noticed my dress and with huge expression of surprise on her face, she said,” Sonu your dress is extremely pretty”. Her cousin sister Susheela also gave me the same remark. Now it was my time to feel a bit shy. Mini and I sat near divya, I was carefully looking at those mehandi girls, and actually they were divi’s cousins.  When diva noticed me watching them, she asked me whether I would like to have mehandi on my palms, but I refused immediately. She did not force me more. Soon they finished their work and Divya stood up and went to greet some of her relatives.

Mini and I were left alone in that corner; I found there some cones of mehandi. I took them, Mini also took one and started making some design on her hand and she made a floral design along with ganpati on her palm. Me too tried to make some design, but realized that it’s not my area of expertise. Suddenly I heard a voice, “may I help you, let me do it”. It was Susheela, with those words she took the cone and made some nice design on my palm. I looked at my palms and felt a very strange feeling; it was the first time when my hands were decorated with mehandi. I did not get much time to enjoy that moment when divi came to us and she astounds with joy, “Sonu you have got mehandi on your hands, I cannot believe this.”

I looked at her, a glow of happiness was on her face, “is it really good?” I asked her.
“It’s amazing, your dress, now this mehandi, Sonu I am very happy today”.
Mini gave me a meaningful look, I did not say anything, I wasn’t assured about what exactly I was feeling, but I was enjoying and trying to indulge myself in this process.
Next day was the wedding, the reception evening for which we were preparing. I wore that purple saree with mom’s help and off course those accessories also which I purchased with Mini. But I have to accept that I was not feeling comfortable with the burden of pleats on my shoulder and my efforts to be comfortable in saree spoiled the fitting and arrangements of saree.

Both of us reached at venue separately, but at same time. I was highly surprised to see Yamini in saree. It was the first time when I saw her in saree, she was looking gorgeous. Her magenta chiffon saree with golden zari border was catching everyone’s attention. Obviously she did not like my saree style. But first we went to meet divya; she was sitting in a separate room inside the marriage hall building. She was looking extremely pretty in the orange-peach bridal costume.  Then, Yamini took me to another room for resetting my saree, according to her it was completely messy or that was I who made it messy. (I don’t know exactly) she rearranged the pallu and put lots of safety pins here and there on saree to make it tight fit. I looked myself in a mirror and felt satisfied.

After that whole night, we ran from one place to other, divya kept us completely occupied with many things as well as standing on our feet.
Early morning at 4:00 am, after her “Vidaai” we took a sigh of relief and sat in a corner of hall. We both were badly tired and exhausted. But I was not in a mood to stay quiet, lots of things were running in my mind, “so, finally I did it, I managed the saree very well, did not slip, nor my feet entangled with saree and most important the saree did not cause any “embarrassment”. Did you see how I was doing everything with an ease, walking, climbing stairs and all..?” I was giggling and talking in a childish manner.

Yamini calmly answered, “Sunayana, you are now a mature and grown up girl you can easily handle these things and many other things as well, there is nothing unusual or extraordinary.” 
“But did you see when I was..” before I complete my sentence Yamini gave me a serious yet bored and indifferent look  and my words remained in my mouth. I turned my face down and muttered “I did it.” My eyes were sparkling with a satisfaction as if I have completed a very tough task. But I couldn’t enjoy the moment for a long as Veeren bhaiya came to us. Veeren is Mini’s elder brother and it was his responsibility to bring us home back if we get late at function.
“Can we go home now?”
“Oh yes, we are very much tired and feeling sleepy”, we both spoke together.
“Thank god you people are tired”, and with this comment he moved towards parking lot and we also followed him. After few moments, in the car I was thinking about wedding function, divya and off course saree, once again my eyes blinked and a smile ran on my face as if I have done a “mature mischief”.

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