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Feb 27, '10

suadagar----the roadside vendor----some thoughts

shahar ke beech
har mod pe
har rah pe
roshni jagmagaa rahi thi
jaise sitare siyah raat mein

lag rahaa thaa jaise mela thaa
logo ka aisa rela thaa
muskurahtein bhi thi
pareshaniya bhi .
sikko ki khankhanahat bhi
aur bachcho ki zid bhi

maine sir jhukaya
bachcho ki zid ke aage
aur woh muskuraya
bachcho ki zid ke aage.

tum toh muskuaraoge hi
saudagar jo thahre
tumhe kya
hamein hi lagane honge pahre.

dekha usne kuchh is tarah se mujhko
jaise kah rahaa ho
kyo ho aise
kyo itne tuchh ho??

apne nanhe ki muskurahat
kya tumhe pasand nahi aayee??
batata hoon ek baat
sun lo mere bhai
sach hai kahaa tumne
ki main ek saudagar hoon

haan mai ek saudagar hoon
sapne bechta hoon
khushiya bechta hoon

ik pal ki khushi jab tum pate ho
mun mera jhoom ke gata hai
sapno ki sunahri duniya mein
ik indradhanush ug ata hai

kyoki

hain tumko khushiya bechi maine
evaz chandi ke sikko ke
haq mera unpe thaa hi nahi
jo ab teri godi mein padey

main toh bas ek jariya thaa
tum tak unko pahuchaane ka

aur shayad tum ek jariya ho
merey bachcho ki roti ka
jo aaj un tak pahuchayee hai
terey chandi ke sikko ne

mai ik saidagar hoon
khushiya bechta hoon
aansoo ponchhta hoon
terey bhi aur apne bhi

main ik saudagar hoon
haan ik saudagar hoon

शहर के बीच
                             हर मोड़
                             हर राह पे
                             रौशनी जगमगा रही थी
                            जैसे सितारे सियाह रात में
         लग रहा था जैसे मेला था
               लोगो का ऐसा रेला था

                             मुस्कुराहटें   भी थी
                             परेशानिया भी
                               सिक्को की खनखनाहट भी
                              बच्चों की जिद भी

                              मैंने सर झुकाया बच्चों की जिद के आगे
                              और वो मुस्कुराया बच्चों की जिद के आगे

   तुम तो मुस्कुराओगे
                              सौदागर जो ठहरे
                               तुम्हे क्या ?
                              हमें ही लगाने होंगे पहरे

                              देखा उसने कुछ इस तरह से मुझको
                              जैसे कह रहा हो
                             क्यों हो ऐसे क्यों इतने तुच्छ हो ?

                             अपने नन्हे की मुस्कराहट
                           क्या तुमको पसंद नहीं आयी
                            बताता हूँ एक बात
                            आओ सुन लो मेरे भाई

                               सच है कहा तुमने                                  की सौदागरहूँ                                                                                              हूँ   मैहूँ सौदागर हूँ

मैं इक सौदागर हूँ
सपने बेचता हूँ
खुशिया बेचता हूँ

इक पल की ख़ुशी जब तुम पाते हो
मन मेरा झूम के गाता है
सपनो की सुनहरी दुनिया में
फिर इन्द्रधनुष उग आता है ii

क्योकि

हैं तुमको खुशिया बेचीं मैंने
एवज़ चाँदी के सिक्को के
हक मेरा उनपे था ही नहीं
जो अब तेरी गोदी में पड़े

मैं तो बस इक जरिया था
तुझ तक उनको पहुचाने का
और शायद तुम इक जरिया हो
मेरे बच्चो की रोटी का

जो आज उनतक पहुचाई है
तेरे चाँदी के सिक्को ने .

मैं इक सौदागर हूँ
खुशिया बेचता हूँ
आँसू पोंछता हूँ
तेरे भी और अपने भी

हाँ मैं सौदागर हूँ
इक सौदागर हूँ

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Feb 23, '10

sigh!!!!

The car came to a smooth halt --soft as if on a bed of roses.
She waited anxiously --as he put a reassuring hand on her shoulders signalling her to keep sitting while he walked up and opened the door for her .
She put forward a frail hand which was clasped by those strong palms and then she alighted putting her feet gently on the garage floor --he shut the door softly and they walked up to the apartment, softly, with soft steps she leaning slightly on him and clutching his strong hands just a wee bit as if in search of support .
She crossed the threshold and was led to their bedroom where she reclined on the bed .

now that ladies and gentleman was a scene enacted on the night of 12th feb 2010 in our house when I returned from the hospital after my brief sojourn in the ICU --and believe me it had to be executed in exactly that particular fashion

BECAAUUSE !!!!!!

had I behaved in the fashion which I am normally used to, I
would have got down from the car jerking open the door and then banging it shut --would have ----stomped up the stairs (I avoid the lift as I never have the patience to wait for it to reach me ) barged into the house, entered my bedroom shouting orders on the way and then plonked myself on the bed ------.and that!!!! would have sent us all back to the HOSPITAL .

anyway the above episode was enacted on the 12th night

come the 13th morning -----and I wake up to shockwaves the household functioning smoothly, bedtea served ,breakfast in bed lunch ready no noise not even a murmur,or a whimper or the trace of any grumbling indicating that some housework was being done ---here I was, watching everything, lying in bed unable to do anything. absolutely helpless couldnt even cause a ripple which would tell me that they were unable to perform all those household chores which I used to take so much trouble to finish.

Each reassuring smile from them( my husband assisted by my daughter herself a working woman and out of the house most of the time) brought a blow to my ego and shattered my whole being ----How could they, do all that, with so much ease !!!???.That which used to take away all my strength and time .!!???

Its been more than 10 days now ,I am moving about and looking for some trace of mismanagement a peck of dust on the furniture ---kuchh toh miley!! but no and I am being subjected to a bout of inferiority complex may lead to depression .

All my attempts at bragging about women's plight and the hard work that goes into running a house successfuly, seem to just wash themselves meekly down the drain .and I feel like bashing the media which has glamourised everything and has coined such words as HOMEMAKER and HOMEMANAGER --baah!!!!! absolute rubbish .

l have discovered rather expensively that all the glorification about multitasking is just a case of .

---MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING ---

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Feb 02, '10

TYPICALLY MALE

hi

a friend of mine asked me to write a blog titled TYPICALLY MALE ----and I naturally declined
who wants to receive brickbats from 3/4 th of fropper!! .But then I didnt want to dissapoint this friend either and moreover the creative in me wanted to take up the challenge So I decided on sharing some real ,life incidents regarding the --typical male ---BUT again good sense prevailed and I recoiled ----but again ego raised its head how could I sit back and accept defeat!! Hence this blog dealing with the--- typical male ---but me being always the one who plays safe I chose the males below the age of voting i.e those who are not going to join fropper in the near future .And I am sure I am safe now .

some real life incidents

1. this poor kid was so confused with his elders behaviour that he did not know how to behave in public ---and what kind of reaction he would get from his parents ---so once when he and his family were visiting some friends they offered him sweets , he refused but his
parents said ---"le lo beta(take son)"
he snapped back ---"abhi toh bol rahe ho le lo ghar jaake dantogey (you are asking me to take now but will scold me when we reach home) ---poor guy and poor parents

2 -- this one is from a three year old ---he was very very restless and was continuously giving a guest odd glances ----finally he couldn't refrain any further and
said --doesn't this uncle know he should have brought some chockolates and sweets for me ??

3. and then of course this kid who wanted to be sent late to school
because late comers were sent back home --and also because those who came late for 4 days in a row were debarred from entering the school for 1 week .

4. and then there are boys in class in 6,7&,8,(in school) who consider being made to sit with girls in class to be the worst punishment( kindly pay special attention to the classes and the age group that frequent that class)

5.kids(male)--- wipe their cheeks immediately on being kissed .(the 6to 10 year olds) no one kisses them after that age I mean between this age and the age of 20 hahaha

6.
While on diwali shoping my friend wanted to buy clothes for both her sons'but whichever suit she chose for her elder son was immediately rejected by the younger worried the mom asked him why are you rejecting they are not for you to which he replied ---but ultimately its me who is going to have to wear them(by the way friends let me confess this is a cut and paste may be from real life but not from any one that I know of )

and here is the best most innovative idea of all and its true !!!

7--this kid whenever he visited a shop used to be refused anything he wanted to buy, poor child was so frustrated and fed up of begging his parents who nearly always refused, that he decided on the following tactic and it worked

he threatened his parents that if they did not buy what he demanded he would take off his pants in public ---and that did the trick ---hahahahah

I think I should stop now 7 are more than enough !!!!!

fropper was becoming very heavy what with ---dharti ka punarjanm , and then man women relationships ,and prevailing social conditions ,ups and downs of the share markets etc etc --wrote this to smile a while before we gear up with more heavy stufff !!!

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Jan 26, '10

dharti---ka punarjanm-----the earth reborn

The earth sad at the anarchy and destruction prevailing all around makes up her mind to commit suicide by drowning ----JALSAMADHI----But a lotus flower meditating in the waters is disturbed by the waves and ripples caused and when he sees the earth about to discard herself he prevents her from doing that and tells her to become strong and fight.

The earth awakens to the need to fight for survival and her existence She now takes on a fiery attitude and decides to fight and establish herself as the beautiful place that GOD willed it to be .

Thus we see a tender flower giving birth to a strong Earth and a strong peaceful WORLD

मानव ने त्यागी मानवता

सिंहासन विराजी अराजकता

धरती पर हुआ असहिष्णुता का प्रचार

चहुँ ओर जिधर भी दृष्टि गयी

गोचर एक नीरस सृष्टि हुई

धरती ने किया मृत्यु आलिंगन का प्रण

ले जल समाधी त्यागने चली वह अपने प्राण II

manav ne tyagi manavta
sinhasan viraji arajakta
chahu ore hua arajkata ka prachaar
har ore jidhar bhi drishti gayee
gochar ek neeras srishti hui

dharti ne kiya mrityu alingan ka prun
le jal samadhi tyagne chali wah apne praan.

इक पुष्प जलज ध्यानलीन था

जल में तरंगें उठती देख

नयनो के पट उसने खोले

विस्मित हुआ

धरती को जब देखा करते अपने प्राणों का त्याग I

लोक लिया धरती को अपनी कोपलों के बीच

खुद बन बैठा कठोर शिला

और धरती को दी जीवन की सीख I

कठोर बनो

सक्षम बनो

युद्ध का रखो सामर्थ्य

इश्वर की रचना हो तुम

तुमको देना है सृष्टि को पुनः जीवन दान

तुम न करना कभी भी जीवन का महा प्रयाण

धरती तब कठोर बनी

कोमल पुष्प के गर्भ से विकसित हुआ कर्मठ विश्व अपार

ek pushp jalaj dhyanleen thha
jal mein tarange uthti dekh
nayano ke pat usne khole
vismit hua
dharti ko jab dekha
karte apne prano ka tyg.
lok liya dharti ko
apne koplon ke beech
swayam ban baitha kathor shila
aur
dharti ko di jeevan ki seekh
kathor bano
saksham bano
yuddh karne ka rakho samarthya
Ishwar ki rachna ho tum
tumhe dena hai srishti ko
punah jeevan daan
tum na karna kabhi bhi
jeevan ka mahaprayaan
DHARTI tab kathore bani
komal pushp ke garbh se

vikasit hua KARMATH VISHWA APAAR

रंग हीन थी

किन्तु उसमे ज्वाला अग्नि की उपजी

शक्ति का रूप धरा

और दृढ प्रण किया युद्ध का बारम्बार

नष्ट होगी अराजकता

विध्वंस के बादलों का होगा संहार

नीर रूप धर मनोरम धरती का पुनः करेंगे हम उद्धार

कोमल पुष्प के गर्भ से देखो विकसित हो रहा विश्व अपारII

ranghin thi
kintu usme jwala agni ki upji
shakti ka roop dharaa
aur dridh pran kiya yudh ka barambaar
nasht hogi arajkta
vidhwansh ke badlon ka hoga sanhar
neer roop dhar manoram dhartri ka punah karenge hum uddhar
komal pushp ke garbh se
dekho
vikasit ho raha
VISHWA APAAR

hi friends
another experiment------a blog in unadulterated hindi ---------
have tried not to use any highsounding words .
waiting anxiously for your feedback
thanks

ps --the pics may take some time kindly bear

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Jan 12, '10

the prey and the prayer

came across the term 'acrostic poetry'----and heres an attempt.hope you will like it

the sentence is ---I sat on the edge of cliff wishing to die---the froggy part is just a dash of humour

and not acrostic

please bear with me the pics will take some time----and the poems are actually based on the pics .

acrostic

I sat on the edge of cliff
sorry at my plight.
Ah! !why hadn't I seen
That wicked gleam in her eye?

Oh! no lover can ever bear this
Neither so could I.
Emanating
Deceit and
Garish ideas -were, from those large lotus
Eyes.

Only she could tell why and
For what had she betrayed,

Cheated on my
Love--which
I had thought would bring with it more love in an array.
Faith mine was killed by
Fate, which had me thus betrayed.
When that day she walked away
Ignoring both my arms
Stretched wide to engulf .
Her eyes swept past; and my hands
In an instant were rebuffed.

No more did she need them
Gone was the welcome smile.
Tense,and alone I watched her
On some other arm recline.

Demoralized life, brought me here with
Intentions to die
Ending my life as anonymous with no one to cry .

II

non acrostic

There was this frog ,so hungry,
wandering in search of food
the only thing he saw was
this man on the cliff about to swoon.

He prayed to God ,this frog
How can I eat that giant?
Please do something oh lord!!
and make him for my mouth more pliant.

GOD was that day in good humour
"as" all was well with the world.
He thought let me bless this
beast of prey--and HE his fingers twirled.

Lo and behold !GOD!!!!, changed , the slimmy froggy's head
His mouth was elongated, and big teeth grew instead
Some spikes too grew which made him look oh!! ever so more vile
That God in his humour !!!!called him a cute FROCODILE.

III

THE Man above was the prey
and the frog below
THE PRAYER
God that day had made up his mind
to oblige all his HEIRS

He fulfilled the lover's wish
to jump from the cliff and die
and thus provided food
for his favourite frocodile

ps
please bear with me the pics will take some time----and the poems are actually based on the pics .

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Jan 09, '10

Bachpan ki yadein

Birthday took me back to some bachpan ki yadein thought of sharing may be you will like them

There is one school of thoughts which always associates bachpan with fun and frolic playing hide and seek ---eating sweets icecreams etc---all in all having fun .

Then there is another which tells us about the deprived children and how they have to slog for their daily bread ,go through maltreatment and abuse at the hands of drunkard fathers,step mothers and all that ---all in all   sadnesss over flooding , a great tearjerkar.---this includes the slumdog kinds too.

Two extremes--but heres my bachpan --and the middle path it followed .

My father was a mines manager and lived in the interiors (jungles of madhya pradesh and maharashtra   )so we either went to a hostel or to our grandparents for our education .I was sent to my nanajis guardianship ---a true disciplinarian --- who saw to my studies ,and to my diet personally.

NOthing very sad but quite torturous --cows milk ,chyawanprash ugh !! and for every mistake I made he would make me rub my nose on the wall .
Never let me use the eraser, so that, even the smallest mistake commited boasted itself prominently on my notebook.and then that punishment. though it did help me never to repeat the mistake.

He even made me skip the rope 100 times every evening.

I happened to be the eldest of all the children in my joint family so whenever a new member of the clan joined school I was made to be their local guardian --imagine 9 years old myself had to take their responsibilities, they commited mistakes and I was called up by mother superior-- worst was I had two uncles who were younger to me( some far away cousins of my mom) ; when I was in class 2 they were in KG1 and KG2 respectively and I had to address them as "mama'---- relations had their own sanctity those days --and I was their local guardian too in school.--I am sure you people must have by now started sympathising with me .

Then it was my brothers turn to join me in Nanajis house and thank GOD he just wouldn't tolerate the patriarches dominating ways so my parents shifted us to a hostel ---
But here too I was elder and he the younger so I was found shedding tears  when he got the caning

One nice thing about my Grandpa's house was that My granny did not allow non veg food to be cooked in the regular kitchen so that " other kitchen " used was like a temple to us "when will its doors open?" specially for eggs Oh what a delicacy
Tell you something though my nani did not eat eggs but she was the one who bought them she had one ABBU Mia who would come with eggs in a basket and then nani would sit on a chair: one of us kids would go and bring 2 bowls , one filled with water and Abbu mia would dip each egg in the water the ones which sank were the good ones and we would put them in the other bowl . We loved doing this job handling each egg lovingly .

Then the time to eat those eggs --hmmm --heavenly !! the aroma still wafts whenever I think of those days .
Eggs never tasted so nice ever after ---

Then my dad got transfered to the headoffice and we shifted--- to stay as a family together .

This was the time I was in the 9th standard and life had become lovely --7.45 am I would be ready for school and sit in front of the radio scribbling down in my 4oo hundred pages note book what talat mahmood was singing. My mother saw to it that no one disturbed me at that time .Then 8 a.m just as K L saigal started his song we knew we should be out of the house else we may be late for school.

We went to school on bycycles the whole lot of us; all the passers- by knew us ,and we knew them because we were all regulars on the road .and if any one of us did not cross the other at the same place everyday it meant we were either late or early.

In school I used to be a great singer and also a storyteller --would tell the girls stories of movies complete with songs.

Then Hockey: in the begining I tried to avoid sports but Mrs Joseph our seniour teacher knew I had the makings of a great goal keeper and she ignored all my tears.Am I grateful ?YES.
I am also grateful to her for pushing me on the stage and making me a good artist .

so these are my Bachpan ki yadein .
iske baad toh college "" woh kissa phir kabhi

ps ---had written this for the group started by Valley of roses ---bachpan ki yadein

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Dec 29, '09

Hen in love ----crossed the road

there was a rooster red

who saw this chick well bred

his heart missed a beat

he thought,he ought to plead

and said"

"Oh cute little hen

please do become my friend

if you don,t I will die

and the farmer will then me fry"

The hen was disturbed

also a bit perturbed

and didn't know what to do.

She said"cluck cluck cluck

OH handsome please don't chuck

your heart for me as such.

I'll brave hail and storm

and even be reborn

To be there beside you.

You stay where you are

Please don't at all despair

Its only just a road

Can it ever keep me on hold??.

Please wait for the signal red

when the traffic will stop dead
I will cross over to meet you .'

She did just that

crossed the road

to reach her lover mad

who opened his wings wide

and engulfed her to hide

Inside those furry feathers

the hen snuggled closer

the rooster pecked her cheek

the hen coochie cooed

ye ishq ,ishq hai eeeshq....

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Dec 18, '09

THE RED TRAFFIC SIGNAL

The phone rang---" Maa I am at Mona's place please come over and pick me up"

"What are you doing there?Have you had an accident where's your scooter?" that was a worried mother.

A guy has been following me since morning he was there outside the college too --- I have come to Mona's place to throw him off track --you come and pick me up I will leave the scooter here --"

"Ok don't worry I will be there in a few minuets."---and Usha left immediately .

She reached Mona's place pretending to be on a social visit and drove back with her daughter Ria

The guy was lurking around and followed them all the way.

Ria's nightmare had begun--- with the guy following her everywhere --he even tried to talk to her once but she did not respond at all ---she always had the good sense not to show that she was scared----.She always tried to have an escort but that was not possible always moreover she and her mom had decided not to show their worries lest the fellow take it as a victory.they appeared as casual as they could .

The guy seemed to be mentally sick and would not stop his activities.

They could have reported him to the police but he always wore a a helmet and they did not know what he looked like or who he was.

This went on for months the girl and her mother had become nervous wrecks ----they had decided not to tell the father about all this as he was on some very important duty of national importance and they did not want to burden him with unnecessary worries.

One day Usha received another call from Ria asking her to come over as the chap was again there and trying to follow her to their new house (they had shifted recently) .This time Usha decided enough was enough ,and that something had to be done to put an end to all this.---She asked Ria to wait for her and she asked the servant to accompany her and bring back Rias scooter while she and Ria came back by car.

When she reached the shop where Ria was waiting for her she asked the servant to take the scooter home .While She with Ria beside her turned the car towards the main road and deliberately let the guy follow - all the time keeping an eye on him through the rear view mirror. she drove slowly giving the fellow ample scope to hide as well as follow .

Usha neared the square all the while keeping an eye on the sequence of the traffic lights; she slowed down a bit just to rush towards the square as the lights turned red ---bringing the car to a halt ,she flung open the door and rushed towards the Villian who was taken aback by the whole goings on and when he saw her approach him he tried to meander his way through the waiting traffic ---all the other people were looking on in confusion and as this guy tried to escape he created a commotion drawing the attention of the traffic police ---in a jiffy the policemen were there and Usha had narrated--rather shouted out the whole story to them and to the passers by--- the helmet was taken down and none of the man's denials were paid heed to because the fact that he tried to run away from the scene was ample proof of his doings .

THE RED TRAFFIC LIGHT HAD BROUGHT GREEN back into the life of the mother and daughter ---and mom had turned a heroine in dottys eyes.

FOR THE CASANOVA IT WAS AN ''UNFORESEEN ACCIDENT '' WHICH GOT HIM INTO THE POLICE DRAGNET.

ps---I would like to add here that this is a recollection of a true incident involving my friend and her daughter

and we were all so proud of USHA.--for the way she had tackled the whole thing.

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Dec 15, '09

EK AUR VAIDEHI

Usha got down from the scooter and went straight into the house not even waiting to answer the question shot at her by her neighbour.

She knew she will have questions to answer and accusations to face --she had stayed out the whole night and had a colleague drop her home early in the morning .She had actually been stranded on her way home from the office , caught in a religious procession which had entered into a small communal skirmish and the police had clamped a curfew in that area to prevent any serious disaster.

When the curfew was lifted early next morning the police allowed them to leave in small numbers to avoid any mob fury and she in her eagerness to reach home as soon as possible had asked her colleague to drop her home on his scooter as he too took the same route .

As she entered the room her ma-in-law asked her anxiously where she had been and that they were all so worried for her safety and why didn't she ring up home ?

She was in tears as she told the old lady about the happenings of the previous evening and said that though she had tried to ring up home there was no network coverage .Mrs Sahay her mom-in-law consoled her and said not to worry as she knew that Usha was a good girl and the whole family had full faith in her .Her sobs of relief were uncontrollable as she clutched the old lady's hands in gratitude.

But tongues went wagging and gossip began its rounds courtesy Mrs Goyal whose query was left unanswered by Usha earlier in the morning .Mrs Goyal had felt insulted and had to vent her anger by making the poor girl her target .

In the railway quarters the day was ablaze with Mrs Sahays's bahu's escapades and by the time the gossip reached the railway officers club... Usha was supposed to have sneaked out late at night to reach a local maternity home for an abortion and her boyfriend was there beside her all throughout ---and they had both been very cautious to reach her house before daybreak in order to avoid the neighbours, the family and also her husband who was in the night shift to supervise some mechanical repairs. .

But here she could not fool the ever vigilant Mrs Goyal who had caught her red handed .

Senior Mr Sahay could not bear the sneering looks and wagging tales at the club and reached home red in the face.

"SUCHETAAA..." roared the patriarch "SUCHETA" where are you ?

"What is it why are you shouting ---whats wrong something serious ....." she was concerned .

"SOMETHING serious ??? the whole town is talking about it and you are asking me what the matter is ---is this how you look after the house and your family???"

"will you tell me something or will you go on shouting "

"This thing about our daughter-in-law staying out the whole night and returning home with a stranger!!!"

"Oh she got caught in a curfew --and that man who dropped her home is a colleague and not any stranger "

" Doesn't all this demand an explanation from her ??? couldn't she have called us up ??"

"she tried but there was no network coverage---and I would request you to stop all this .you seem to have more faith in those gossip-mongers than in your own Daughter -in-law"

"Maa I think dad is right. Usha needs to convince us or she goes out of this house I have no place for a characterless wife "

"SHOMU.... YOU are talking like this !!!Is this how I have .brought you up !!? is this the kind of ethics I have taught you ??"

"No maa I can't stay with her --she has to leave --even if she is innocent --- I can't face all those wagging tongues and sneering eyes I can't face the world whenever I go out ----I will feel people sneering sneering ,throwing looks of pity at me to have been tollerating all this .to have been unaware of all this happening behind my back since God knows when.." .
"I am only human I am not GOD to forgive her sins---WHY even Ram sent SITA away so why should I bear all this ???"

The shocked Mrs Sahay flared up and screamed --"YOU are comparing yourself to RAM .!!!RAM the Maryada purshottam !!! who was bound by duty to please his subjects to convince them-- he had to prove to them that to a KING ITS HIS SUBJECTS who should matter the most and a king should be unbiased .As for his feelings for SITA he never remarried and all throughout his life he kept a statue of her's beside him as his consort .At home too he slept on the floor and denied himself all the luxuries because he knew Sita was living without them ...comparing yourself to RAM ..HAH!" she scoffed

"and please listen to me you both father and son if you are trying to act RAM and sending USHA out of the house as SITA ....yes I will call her SITA because I know she is as innocent as SITA ...then you have one more VAIDEHI I am also walking out with her I will not stay with men who don't know how to respect their women. ---I am ashamed to have been the wife of one and to have given birth to another man with such chauvenistic attitudes and who are so week as to give in to such gossip .

"Bholu..she called her younger son will you please go and call Mr and Mrs Goyal tell them its urgent"

She confronted Mrs Goyal as she entered their house
" Mrs Goyal will you please tell us the story of USHA and her boyfriend as we want to punish her and please tell us the name of the hospital where you saw her because we will need some documents before we file for divorce .."

Mrs goyal of course was caught off guard and stammered that she had said all that just in fun she did not mean any thing bad .and that Usha was the sweetest girl ever etc etc..

Mrs Sahay rebuked her and asked her to clarify the whole thing the next day to all in the railway colony and she asked Mr Goyal to please see that USHA's tarnished image was restored to respectability and the truth told to all .

She then turned to the two men of her family and said that she was leaving together with Usha as both of them had a womans dignity to protect and their self respect did not allow them to stay with men who were so unreliable .

That is the story of another Sita EK AUR VAIDEHI

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VAIDEHI is another name for SITA

ps---being a story a few incidents may have been slightly exagerated--moreover I was trying to show the bad effects of gossiping ---and I may have drifted a little BUT the fact remains that none of what I have written is impossible it happens everywhere all around "if you can believe in the cases of female infanticide and dowrydeaths ----then what I have narrated is an absolutely normal case.and the male dominated society all over the world is excercising its superiority in some manner or the other .

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Nov 27, '09

3 lies and the truths

That night!!!! ---that cold winter night ,the fog the mist the biting cold --.and the whole family was sittitng by the fireplace after dinner sipping their coffee ---the radio was on and everyone was engrossed in their own pursuites dad was reading the newpaper,mom was knittng ,granny was busy with her crochetwork and grandpa of course was dozing ----- there was a knock on the door.Roopa wondered who could it be as she stood up to open it. No one seemed to have heard the knock nor did anyone notice her get up.

She opened the door and there was this man ,a fugitive??no, a freedom fighter his clothes and the dignity in his bearing spoke out aloud that he was a freedom fighter on an important mission and the british were not at all happy about it .He wanted a shelter till the soldiers who were following him went away .----she gestured him to keep quite and that she would help him.

"Who is it Roopaa?" that was dadi who though engrossed in her work had her third eye keeping a vigil on everything around.
"No one dadi --just the breeze its blowing real hard ---Oh its so cold....."

( this was the first lie)

"hmm...come in and shut the door...and you Ranjit why don"t you go and sleep in the bedroom
instead of dozing here??-she admonished her husband.

"I've yet to finish my coffee" grunted the old man .

Roopa locked the front door and proceeded towards the kitchen deciding to go through the back door and help the man .

She led him to a small room behind the garage --it also served as an attic and had an old cot lying there .

Worried for his safety as well as her own Roopa was moving about stealthily when she heard a loud knock on the main door --she rushed in before anyone else could . It was a British junior officer inquiring about a fugitive on the run ; she denied having seen any .

(this was the 2nd lie)

A sepoy came from behind the bunglow " No saab koyee nahi hai Miss sahab theek bolti hai n" he told the officer and looked at Roopa with a blank look in his eyes .

(this was the 3rd lie)

"Theek hai chalo

There was a general murmur round the room as everyone walked towards their respective bedrooms.
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A few hours later Roopa walked into the attic with a parcel of food the man who had rested a little was all set to leave .He folded his hands in gratitude as he took the parcel from her ---they needed no words ,their eyes and the mists in them said everything. She waved a good bye as he walked out and she turned back to go into the house wiping the corners of her eyes.

Dadi had seen it all but did not let Roopa know anything.
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Months went past and the biggest truth of history took birth at the stroke of the midnight hour on 14th/15th August 1947----- A FREE INDIA WAS BORN .
The whole family was again sitting in the drawing room sipping coffee and listening to that historical speech of Jawaharlal Nehru being broadcast on the radio.Everyone had a smile on their lips --and tears of joy in their eyes Roopa had both these and in addition also a far away look in her eyes.Dadi noticed this and sent a silent prayer to the Lord.

Both granny and Roopa were wishing that the door would be knocked at again that night but that was not to be .

The morning was full of celebrations and jubiliations for all and a silent prayer in Roopas heart -where was he ? was he dead or alive ------?

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December came and brought Roopa's trousseau along with it .A december wedding !!! everyone was so excited. Roopa had not forgotten him and that far away look was still in her eyes hoping to see him ,wishing to see him, now that she was to get maried and that she wil be gone to some faraway place where her husband worked ,---- --and God did grant her wish just as the time for the mahurat neared HE came on horseback dressed in all the fineries of a groom..
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It was good that in those days the husband -and -wife- to be were not allowed to see each other before marriage the elders chose and decided the match knowing what was good for their children .

In this case the elder was granny who knew what was good for her darling granddaughter.

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This was the story of the three lies and the truths that followed.

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