And the Angels were leaving; She was standing near the waterfall and watching them ascending towards the sky.. She watched them till the last sign of their gleaming rays were in her sight. Finally, she sat on that nearby rock and a pair of liquid pearls rolled down on her cheeks. It was a dark, desolate and cold night. She realized that it is not a feasible option to sit here for a long time, so she started walking; any direction, any path, any route.. She was walking without knowing anything towards nowhere. Suddenly, She heard it. She can now clearly hear it. It was him. him. She could still smell him well, even now she doesn't possess any magical super powers. It was his smell. The sound of his heavy footsteps was coming near to her; the air got heavy. She felt his warm breath. near, very near... at the back of her neck, at her hair. the vapor of his words were in her ears. He whispered, " So finally, you are here; they left you !!! they kicked you out !!! I am curious, I am really curious !!!." she turned back towards him and looked at him with utmost disgust, a raging fire was in her eyes.... "What do you want now ? Shut your mouth and leave."
Thursday, 4 February 2021
Once Upon A Time
Monday, 25 May 2020
जगाये रखने के सफर पर
अब याद कुछ नहीं आता। याद करते , याद रखते, मैं भी थक गई। याद का ठेका अकेले मेरा तो है नहीं।
मुझे अब कोई याद नहीं करता। मेरे बारे में वे every small little things भी अब कोई नहीं बताता, जानता। और मुझे इसमें कुछ भी नया, अनोखा, अजब नहीं लगता।
यह बरसों की याद, शताब्दियों का संसार और रिवाज हैं। यह इक्कीसवीं शताब्दी के शुरुआती दशक हैं। ये प्रयोग और अनुभव के दिन हैं, लकीरों को लांघने के दुस्साहस के सफर हैं।
और मैं याद रखने और याद आने के कारोबार पर मिट्टी बिछाती जा रही हूं। क्या कोई देख रहा है ? कोई जान रहा है कि मिट्टी की परत हर रोज एक अंगुल ऊपर उठ रही है?
मैं लकीरों और उनकी बनाई ज्योमेट्री को मिटोरती जा रही हूं। यह उत्तर होगा उस औपचारिक याद को जो यदा कदा शिष्टाचार वश या दिखावे वश जागती है। जिसकी उपेक्षा करने के लिए सहस्त्राब्दी का इंतज़ार करना होता है।
और फिर मेरी आँखों में नींद भर आती है। यह आभासी सत्य पर विश्वास करने के दिन हैं।
मेरी नींद इस सतरंगी आभास में फिर से खुलती है। यहां हर निषेध एक निमंत्रण है, मुझे याद दिलाने के लिए कि मेरा स्वागत है, नए सफर पर नई शताब्दी में नए परिचय के साथ।
Saturday, 16 May 2020
Parted
He was shouting and screaming; bitterness was in the air. His voice touched the walls. His long and strong bonny fingers were tightened in a fist of anger and disgust.
"You always tried to insult me, you never left a single chance for that."
"You were mocking me all the time, making me feel inferior and posed yourself some sort of superior person. And you still enjoy this, don't you ??"
"Atleast you should respond; where are all your words ?"
You thought, I am not going to make it, but look now; I have this wonderful career , handsome salary and yes, I am the most eligible bachelor of Friday night parties."
"Have you ever been to any Friday night or weekend party ?? No, you have never been to any such place loser."
"Yes, this what you are, a loser. After all these years, you are a loser." His fingers flipped in the air. Bitter words were floating in the air.
She was listening to it, every word, every sentence while carefully looking at his face. Now he was standing at the window, his fair face was drained, his warm and angry blood was giving a pinkish hue to his cheeks. She saw the wrinkled patches under his eyes and a crease on his forehead. His breath was heavy and nerves were tensed.
Years ago, she met a charming young man; this man is not him. The warmness and livelyness of that charming young lad was gone.
Where it has gone ? What on earth has caused this bitterness ? She asked and her question reached to the empty walls.
Meanwhile, he left the room in a quick moment without giving a glance to the woman who was still looking at him.
She stood up from the couch, put on her shoes and murmured, ' he broke the aura, his aura, finally I am free. The magic spell of fairytale is broken, he created and now he broke it into pieces. He did the good thing for me.'
She picked up her handbag and stepped towards the door; before pushing the door outwards, she looked at the room, it was full of various decoratives and emptiness all together.
Saturday, 8 February 2020
चूड़ियाँ
"ऐ मन्नू, मुझे देर हो जाएगी, तू ये पैकेट रख। मुझे शाम को दे देना। "
" क्या है इसमें ? चूड़ियां !!! ये औरतों की चीज़ें मैं कहाँ रखूं ? तू ले जा। "
"मुझे देर हो रही ऑफिस के लिए , वहाँ ड्यूटी पर कहाँ रखूंगी। तू रख, शाम को बस स्टैंड पर पकड़ा देना। मेरे को गाँव जाना है. "
" कुशियो तू ले जाना याद से नहीं तो मैं इधर उधर फेंक दूंगा। "
"कुसमा !!! नाम तो सही ले, दिवालका। "
" जा रे "
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" ऐ मन्नू, तू मेरी चूड़ियां कब वापिस देगा , अब ऐसा कर तू ही रख ले। घर में मम्मी या किसी बहन को दे देना।मेरे गाँव के ब्याह शादी तो सब निपट गए , अब कहाँ पहनूंगी चूड़ियां ? इतनी महँगी !! ढाई सौ रूपए का सेट ख़रीदा था। "
"अरे मैंने वो तेरा पैकेट अटाले में कहीं धर दिया कि कोई देखे नहीं। अब तो मैं भूल गया कि कहाँ रखा है। "
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"ऐ मन्नू, तूने वो चूड़ियां कहाँ रखी ? ढूंढी कि नहीं ?"
"अरे कंजूस काकी, तू ढाई सौ रूपए मेरे से ले लेना जब मेरी नौकरी लगे। अब मैं कहाँ अटाले में ढूंढने जाऊं स्टोर रूम में ज्यादा छानबीन करूँगा तो घरवाले पूछेंगे नहीं क्या ?"
"कब लगेगी तेरी नौकरी और तब तक मेरे तो पैसे डूब गए."
"अरे देखना IAS नहीं तो RAS बन ही जाऊँगा , एकाध साल में। "
"मन्नू तेरे कोई भरोसा नहीं। मेरी तो छोटी सी प्राइवेट नॉकरी है।"
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बरस दो बरस बीत चला
" ऐ मन्नू ये चूड़ियां तो देखी हुई लग रही। "
"हाँ वहीँ पैकेट है न. देख कितना संभाल के रखा हुआ था. ढूंढा फिर। "
"अरे दिवालिया, कम से कम आज तो नई ले आता। ये फिर बाद में दे देता। "
"क्यों इसमें क्या खराबी है, अरे मिनकी ये भी एकदम नई है, एकदम कोरी है, किसी ने नहीं पहनी। पूरे ढाई सौ रूपए की है। "
"पर आज तो तू मुझे प्रोपोज़ कर रहा है ना , आज तो,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"
"कुशियो, अब नई पर फिर से पैसे क्यों खर्च करूं !!!"
"तू ज़िन्दगी भर दिवालका ही रहेगा "
"ये तो देख कि संभाल के रखा हुआ था ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"
"मेरा माथा, कुसुुुम नाम है ,,,,,,,,,,,"
Tuesday, 23 July 2019
Time and Space
Sunday, 23 September 2018
Hey God, some Buddhi Plz
Me :- Hey God, give me some Buddhi.
God :- Sorry, it's out of stock.
Me :- when are you going to restock it ??
God :- Can't say, actually I have to enquire with the staff of Devi Saraswati. She has strickened the supply.
Me :- Why !!!!
God :- Misuse or No use at all. ( Giggles).
Me :- but I urgently need some buddhi. Please do something, you are God. You can.
God :- ummm, let me see, what best I can do. Actually, there are many dues and pendencies from your side.
Me :- such as ??
God :- well, the bag of buddhi, I gave you intially was enough for a lifetime but, you wasted it like anything. Then few years back, you asked for some extra buddhi, which was granted and now you asking for more...
Me :- So what, buddhi is an essential item. I need it. Give me.
God :- Sorry, it is out of stock. You have to wait and give a detail application of the reason of requirements. And be in queue. Then we will think !!!!
Me :- I need it now. Now. Now.
God :- It is out of stock. Angels, please manage the queue.
Me :- mine is an urgent case.
God :- first provide the detail utilisation of the buddhi, you were given earlier.
Me :- No joking please. I really need some buddhi.
God :- Be in queue. NEXT.