Creepy Rags

"Promise me no drip (intravenous)"
'Insane', he thought
"I want to go home"
"I said I will decide" he said emphasizing his last three words.
'Oh god! Please no IV', I prayed
"Okay so you're admitted", the doctor uttered. 

'Damn'

The next hour;
Saline on my hand and 'no food, no water' rule on my head.
Complaining about pain is a crime

The next day, the next doctor;
"How is your pain?"
"It's still there"
"If it doesn't go we'll have to do 'R and D'"
"What?"
"Research. Cut it and check if there's puss or bad blood"

Did he put it so simply? Like 'R and D'? Is he kidding me? Or has he lost it? Is it a game? Oh wait! Can i scream?

His words whorled in my head
He might be kidding I thought but spilling water over my hopes, he didn't budge.
"Noo, the pain will go away like the rest of it"
"No, it's a matter of concern", a stern voice alleged.

'Dude are you serious?' I wanted to scream but he owns the house.
'No argument, stay quiet love', my heart said.

Some pipe was passed through the mouth of the lady next to me;
'Gross, I can't see'
'I am leaving the curtains open, you would enjoy the sight'
Drip was put to the aunt admitted diagonally and satirical smiles were given to me

Holding on to the medicine tray;
'It's your turn for Drip'
'No, how many times you want to give me drip? I already have, I am happy with this. Thank-you'
He blinked to the nurse;
'"R and D" time, wow tomorrow Operation Day. How much I love this.  Blood-blood everywhere', the doctor enacted to lick his fingers telling me to imagine it flooding with blood.
'Is he a zombie' I wished to ask.

Another aunty appeared asking the doctor's help for her broken nail;
'It'll have to removed', he said

Oh god! That fiendish smile at the door.

I grimmed.

"What?", he asked raising his eyebrows
"You kidding me? 'R and D' and now removing nail? Is it a joke? Is it fun? Hell No!"

I returned home converting 'R and D' to 'D and R'
Yes- Dance and Run.

Whooof. Creepy rags.

Friends forever

She is beautiful in her own way,
when she wears mismatched clothes
or carry those yellow slings.
She ain't a beauty queen
but yes  a grandeur by heart
Stood by me always
Stupid things we did together
Crazy, epic those "miss call" days
Crying hard and laughing harder,
We broke contact and then back together,
Cos some friendships can never be changed.
She went beneath the table to take a call
and blamed the cockroach for our chuckle;
Her hands filled with chips,
punished she was outside the class.
Those were the days
which can never be replaced
I will dance on her wedding night
Hope we stay till then.
Some friendships see no perfection.
Cos we are precision.

Terror

Deaths and scams

Murders and crimes

Everywhere it’s so terrified

Making this world so unsafe

The child that’s born doesn't know;

If he’ll survive or die tomorrow.

Terror spread everywhere

Science welcoming further disasters

Social injustice, wars

People appealing for their fellowmen’s blood.

O! Is humanity dead?

Is it what the youth’s going to learn?

Today it’s them, tomorrow it maybe you or me

So why wait?

Let’s wake up for a cause and spread it to the world

Come together and join hands for you brothers

Spread peace! :)

Extra marital affair

Oh my god! Her hymen broke! Such a big deal!

He loved her he said
She loved him back
Love was perfect, marriage on its card.

Her life came crashing down,
It was his wedding night.
She sobbed,
He made love to his wife
Years relationship culminated
She was 18, and he 25
He asked for an extra marital affair
She was baffled.

She wished her parents knew
society would question her grandeur,
The guy lived happily, and slept with his wife every night
She stayed hoping for the sun and wishing to reverse.

They told her to confront his wife
"but your dignity will be gone", they said.

Stuck between society and love she was inert
"I am not a virgin", she exclaimed
"It's OK, no big deal", her friends claimed

"What a shame", they said at her back!


Breaking of hymen is not a big deal, feeling it is!
Conformism is not the problem,
Disrupting personal space is!
Society has defined its right and wrong norms,
But your morality and attitude towards those norms, Defines you! 

They moved ahead

Veil over their face and travelling miles for water; ignorant and in darkness they stayed, electricity was discovered brightening their lives and educating their souls, sarees switched to ethnic wear and soon 25%reservation, scholarships and travelling abroad; they became independent, skirts and club visits but their morals never changed.
And along with them one thing remained the same- eve teasing didn't take a backseat; neither did rape.

Yes! We are progressing!

Corruption is grabbing our country. It is taking place at every corner of government offices. Mettle is taking a backseat. Isn’t India known for its democracy? If it’s a democratic country why are we scared to speak the truth? Why aren’t we allowed to write about social problems? Why are social activists killed?

He told me not to write on this topic but I think I’ll do the opposite.

Rahul was a government employee who suggested change in the working style of his company. Initially the idea was ridiculed by his head of department but he didn’t fail to mention it in the suggestion form. It saved 25-30lakhs of the government.

Credits? Oh yes! They were taken by his bosses with promotions, bonuses and perks. Not only his immediate boss took them but also his head of department.

Isn’t this progress? We are progressing in such a brilliant way, with egocentricity. He doesn't mind losing his promotion, and who are we to bother?

But every day, every second, these petty issues are responsible for a larger problem. If we genuinely want to progress, we need to eradicate corruption from its roots. The bigger theatrical picture is made by small scenes. Mere talks about corruption by Anna Hazare or Arvind Kejriwal is not going to change the mindset of conformists, actions need to be taken. Only value of Indian currency in comparison with dollar is not the benchmark for progress. Progress is continuous, it’s a change, a change from within, a change at every colony, every society. It'll start from the roots. 

An honest kid

He had a mobile phone in one hand and biscuits in another. A young boy he seemed.

“Phone at such a young age?” Raj interrogated

“I don’t know, ask him” I pointed out.

We were sitting outside a popular bakery at Hyderabad. Between our conversations we overheard the kid talking on his phone

‘No mom, three biscuits are left to sell. I’ll sell them and be home by 10.30-11’ he said.

I felt sad for him, but as if I could help. And while I was pondering my friend called out

“Hey kid! Come here”

He took him close and questioned- “what’s your name?  Where do you live?”

The kid told his name and he explained that he stayed far; he came here to sell biscuits and would reach home by 11’o clock.

I looked at the watch it was 9’o clock already.

“Bhaiya, please buy these biscuits. Only 5rs.” he put the biscuits forward.

“Ok, I’ll buy them, not an issue but first I want to talk to you. Come sit next to me”

I heard while they spoke

“Why have you come so far to sell biscuits? What do your parents do?”

“Sir, my mom does odd jobs nearby and my dad is no more. I have a younger brother to support.”

“Do you go to school? Do you like studying?”

“Yes, I love studying and I earn to finish my schooling, I want to be something in my life and make my mother proud” he said candidly

“Which standard are you in and which school? What are your fees? ”

I gave Raj a ‘why are you so bothered?’ look.

He told the name of his school and continued “I am in 8^th STD and the fees is 700rs per semester”

A small amount it was.

My friend took his number and bought two packets of biscuits by giving him 200rs. I asked him why he did that and he explained-

I had only this much money right now and I gave it all to him. If I would have simply given him the money, he wouldn’t have valued it and I wanted to help him so I am going to call him in a few days and I have promised him to fund his schooling and higher education as well; so that he can concentrate only on his studies.

He inspired me. He inspired the kid.

Small acts make a huge difference. We don’t have to be Ambanis’ to help somebody; all we need is a clean heart.

Raj did contact the kid but he said he had money. An honest kid he was.

It inspired raj to save few of those thousand bucks which he spent on a single dinner and to help kids who actually need it for a bright future.

All we have to do is be little humane and you never know who looks up to you

  

A Day in Your Shoes

Your day starts at 6 a.m. 

Making breakfasts, Tiffin then office ,

Tired you come home; after a hectic day,

Scowls of your boss and dissent with your colleagues

You leave it there and enter dwelling,

Brother screams for food, dad discusses finance,

Through all of it you prepare dinner.

And while you rest in front of your favourite serial-

Daughter hops in searching for uniforms and doubts you have to clear,

Taking their studies and proofreading their homework

You lie on bed tired…

Still you do no work...

You take those sarcasms and taunts when food isn’t proper but mom-

It’s because they haven’t seen hunger

A day without you, a step in your shoes,

And we know you’re a diamond in the rug-

Nobody can swap.

You’ll grow old and we’ll get busy,

We never know if life snatches our chance so let’s just proclaim it loud and clear to you and the world-

“I love you momma”