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A walk down the bazaar!

I walked by a chuski-wallah today
and he ran a spoon down the row
of bottles in front of him- sapphire,
emerald, ruby glinted off cheap glass,
making things look prettier than they
are, and he ran it back left, tying an
invisible noose around my wrist, and
it held me in place, peering through
the wooden planks that made up his
castle of forbidden treats and tastes.

He smiled back through, rotten teeth
bared in a weather-beaten imitation of
a welcome for an unwilling, unwarranted
visitor, and wrapped a cloth around a
block of ice, greyed and frayed with
age and use- shaving upon shaving of
feathery powder piling up under his
yellowed nails, cracked fingers prying
apart solid dreams to mould to his
own delicious mechanisms.

He looked up again, the question writ
on his face, running the spoon with
slow deliberation across the cap of each
bottle, till I nod, almost imperceptibly at
the murky brown- kaala khatta, extra masala,
and he smiles wider, approving, of what, I
don’t know, and as he pours, I walk away,
deaf to his protestations- I had promised
Ma that I’d stay away from all diseases
in the light of the exam season.

The Perfect Man!

I’m sure that when I came into this world, your face was shining with glee,

You were selfless enough to stand aside, to let Mom have the first sight of me.

Since then you haven’t stopped sacrificing, you did everything to keep me going,

From being a toddler, to girl, to woman; you silently filled all the gaps that were showing.

You gave me every little pleasure I know, and you found happiness in every squeal,

You trusted me to sit on your lap and drive, when I could barely hold the steering wheel.

You were always there- my strongest protector, the first and most trusted line of my defence,

You raised me carefully with everything good, and the bad you meticulously cleansed.

Of all the times I was found begging for support, you blindly offered to be my staff,

You did silly things (like rub your stubble on my face), just about anything to see me laugh.

You lay the whole world right at my feet, and made it so embarrassingly simple to walk,

Your gentle yet strong presence always around me, quietly negated life’s infinite shocks.

You surrendered your life all to my cause, attached yourself to everything within my sights,

No wonder I loved being Daddy’s little girl, (not just because you took my side in fights.)

You’ve been an inspiration and a hero too, rescuing me every time when I sat down and cried,

Brothers, boyfriends or husband for that matter, can’t match your greatness if they tried.

You groomed me for life’s bigger stage, and you did it relentlessly without a single pause,

You watched me perform from behind the scenes, even when YOU deserved all the applause,

God knows the million times when I fell; you managed to make me fight another day,

You were there on all the big occasions, to hold me steady whenever I would sway.

There was nothing else I could’ve asked from life, you mapped everything out before I knew it,

You made sure no opportunity slipped me by, even if I was naive and stupidly threw it.

You won this woman’s heart, right from the start, in a way that will never again be won,

With all that you’ve ever done for me Dad, you left God’s wildest expectations stunned.

I love you for all the uncompromising love, which flows from your blood and every bone,

Thank you for giving me all this happiness, even before you thought of your own.

You- The Cure and The Cause!

You,
The yellow sun of a lazy winter afternoon,
A hushed laughter,
The aroma of a freshly baked apple pie,
A slowly read prayer,
A half drunk glass of wine,
A childhood memory,
Rain washed green leaves,
An Oasis track on repeat,
An incomplete handwritten letter.

You,
A cool summer breeze,
A thousand circles in a water puddle,
Moonbeams weaved of precious dreams,
The familiar and the mystery,
An unimaginable colour,
A treasure-trove of secrets,
The adrenaline to my rush,
The lullaby to my sleep,
A fairy-tale for now,

You, my muse for a lifetime…

A mirror image?

I always say equations are fascinating and believe it or not at every phase in my life I rest my case- stronger each time. There HAVE already been many of them who have taught me different lessons in life, but this time, there were no lessons to be learnt! When we talk about twins, one aspect of the biological technicalities in a layman’s eye would be identical appearance! One correction I did learn a lesson, one doesn’t have to have a twin to be identical or look into the mirror to find their reflection! In life you sometimes come across certain individuals who amaze you with the innumerable similarities they have with you. Well I came across one such individual and boy was it a roller coaster ride when the two of us got to know that hell yeah we got a lot in common! and well I return to my theory as already established in my previous posts, that one needs to build on equations so unique that it becomes impossible to replace such people or remove them from any chapter in your life. There’s a magical world of realizations, ideologies, interests, music, in this case work ethics and each and every time am just fascinated by how much we can talk about! Nothing constructive half the time but the consolation is at the end of the day I made yet another good friend who can be dragged into my close circuit! And guess what that’s what happened when I met superman 🙂

 

Lesson learnt!

Sleep had engulfed the entire vicinity into its charms, when suddenly a jerk brought me out of its enchantment and I found myself in the compartment of a train. I looked at my watch in the dim light of a bulb and saw that it was 2:00 am in the morning. The train had halted at a way-side station. I was hungry and ruffled my bag to find a packet of biscuits and immediately started munching on them. After a lot of efforts, I recalled that I was travelling to a remote place in Bengal known as Samarpur, to meet my parents who had already arrived there.

I had a heated argument with my parents before the journey as to what will I do there? I would surely be bored to death. But, my parents turned a deaf ear to all my protests and finally on a pale afternoon under the mellow light of the sun, I found myself in an obscure village named Samarpur. I had made up my mind to hate Samarpur.

The journey from station to home was a short one with winding red roads and thatched huts. There was flourishing greenery all around. After reaching home, I decided to freshen up and take a tour of the village. After some snacks, I left for my tour and came across a way that led to a bifurcation. One leading to the woods and the other to the village hub. I chose the less travelled by and found myself in the midst of dense green population.

The lush green carpet of grass was a happy change for my tired weary eyes. Samarpur wasn’t that bad as I thought it would be. I was looking all around and found the trees all naked. Clearly, autumn had set in too early. I was busy admiring nature when my eyes fell on a tiny speck of green. It shone under the crimson sky. I wanted to go nearer but it was getting dark. I decided to come back again the next day to discover the tiny green speck.

The next day I woke up early and went to the woods again. The tiny green speck was a small leaf on a huge tree. This tiny leaf was brave enough to face the wrath of autumn when all the others could not. This leaf changed it all. It made me a totally different person. A person who is strong enough and ready to face the world.

The brave leaf
The brave leaf

My tour ended and I have never been to Samarpur after that. I can never forget the sight of the tiny leaf and even today, the words of William Wordsworth rings in my ears,

“For oft in my couch when I lie,

In vacant or in pensive mood

They flash upon my inward eye”

Don’t look back.. I remembered you say !!

You learn to walk on the left side of the pedestrian crossing, once a charred memory comes into play.
Embers of  time whisking you by their side and again they lead to the incandescent dreams in the dark.  Get up, walk and don’t look back.

Was it the world or was it you? Fought much? Smashed. Get up, walk and don’t look back.

Conversations laced with the truth of wine drops, frail but honest. Shared much? Now hollow. Get up, walk and don’t look back.

And you were here, but you were there, Deja vu much? Reality bites. Get up, walk and don’t look back.

Saline promises always made to revive, dehydrated much? Shrunken desires. Get up, walk and don’t look back.

 
Stumble again and one more time, remembered again in this lifetime? Keep that faith. Don’t look back in anger, I remembered you say.

Sports that is lost !!

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Kabbadi was once considered the National Game of India

How many of us know that India is the unbeaten champion in the Kabaddi World Cup even today. Perhaps none of us. How many of us are aware that India has been playing in the finals of the Kabaddi World Cup each time the cup was held since 2004? How many of us are even aware of the existence of the Kabaddi World Cup? Very few of us. How many of us know who the cricket world champions are? How many of us know about the latest iPad or the latest Play Station? Most of us.

Kabaddi and Kho Kho are two of the most popular tag game sports. Both of them were very integral part of the physical training of students in schools and students were often seen enjoying these games in the recess. Both these games were highly competitive and need strategy and organisational skills. Hence, they were an important part of the curriculum.

Sadly, today one does not encounter many students playing these games anymore. During the days before India was colonized these  two games were among the most popular sports in the country. There were regular tournaments and matches. People gathered for these matches and watched them together. It was a source of entertainment and recreation. People socialized with one another during tournaments. As both these sports are played on a relatively smaller ground the audience has to sit or stand around the playing area. There were no stadiums or audience stands. This further bought the people closer. However, with the British came the gentlemen’s game.

With the coming of cricket people started losing interest in Kho Kho and Kabaddi. Initially, they lost their interest at a slow pace but with India prospering in cricket and the state backing it, people lost all interest in Kho Kho and Kabaddi. The two games became the games of villages and were looked down upon by sports such as cricket, tennis etc.

However, even though the popularity of these two sports was declining they were still played in schools. They were considered vital as helped build stamina and strategical thinking. Through these games the students learnt the importance of team work and how to work in teams.

Around a decade and a half ago, the first play station was launched. Computer games started gaining popularity. Today, if you ask the average 12 year old child, he would know and would have played all the games one could play on an iPad from Temple Run to Fifa but most likely he would have never played Kabaddi.

Apart from football and cricket, children hardly play any team sports these days. Basketball and hockey are seldom encouraged by schools or by parents. The problem is not with students playing Angry Birds or Fifa; the problem is children not playing sports like Kho Kho and Kabaddi.

The decline of these sports have led to several things which include lack of stamina, team spirit and cooperation. The generation as a whole has become lazy with the level of tolerance falling every day. In the past people from the entire village or an entire housing society in the towns and cities used to come together to watch a match. Such socializing is not done anymore. Our society has reached a point where we don’t know who our next door neighbours are.

Several ways can be adopted to revive these sports back. The state has to play a major role in this by funding these sports adequately. Once the state funds them, the media will automatically start paying attention to them. Schools should encourage students to play these games. Also, these games should be made into iPad and Xbox games. Once the children play these games sitting on their couches, they might want to play them on the ground too.