Monday, March 14, 2016

The Shades and the Brush

Packed was I in a small crystal clear bottle, I was its identity
The blue bottle, the red one or the green goblet
Though when around you all time, I am not given fame
My fame comes with my name
But where is my name?

The flower is adored for its vibrant delicacy
The pretty butterfly for its colorful flutter
The sky for its iridescent ambit
The rainbow for its seven 'me'
Sometimes I wonder if it's me
Or the bodies carrying me
Who is adored more ?
Fuddles me to the core !

One day sitting inside a tiny tube
I was resting inside the dark lube
Suddenly someone pressed me
Scuffled me
Strangled me
Tussled I, came out with a heavy breath
Breathing freely I was at ease
A slender stick with soft fiber
fondled me
A little shy I was at such an endearing gesture
Coaxing me gently
I felt the quiver
I mingled in him in a trice
like the way you gulp a mango slice

No longer I was me, captivated in a color tube
here I was free and liberated
with the slender brush
Oh sorry! a colorful brush
embarked on an advent to a majestic portrait
I was now a colored brush brushing along the shades of me
on a white canvas 
leaving behind my indelible imprints.


Sunday, February 14, 2016


उम्मीद का तारा दूर गगन में , है सबको दिखता
लेकिन क्या वो तारा है मुझको तकता ?
जब भी देखूँ टिमटिमाते उसको 
आस करे गुदगुदी मुझको 
मानो आस हो उम्मीद की सखी 
संग संग जो खेले आँख मिचौली |

थाम कर हाथ आस का, जाऊं मैं उम्मीद को पकड़ने
चालाक उम्मीद बैठे छिप के खिड़की के पीछे 
खोल दरवाज़ा आहिस्ता , जाऊं मैं धीमे -धीमे 
दबे पाँव आस संग ढूँढूं मैं उम्मीद को 
बैठे जो दूर गगन में खिड़की के पीछे 

ज्यों ही खोलू मैं खिड़की 
त्यों ही उम्मीद मुस्कुराये 
और आस हिलौरें खाए |
तकूँ जब मैं दूर बैठी उम्मीद को
जानू मैं कही तो है इसको देखा पहले 
घुमा के नज़र देखूं जब आस को
तो पाऊँ ये तो है कुछ उम्मीद-सी 
आस लगे उम्मीद की परछाई |

समझ आये कुछ देर के बाद 
ओ बुद्धू ! ये उम्मीद ही तो है आस 
जो आस है, वही तो है उम्मीद 
जो लगे दूर वो सच में है पास 
बस नजरिये की है बात |

आज मिल कर उम्मीद-सी आस से
या यूँ कहूँ आस-सी उम्मीद से
हो रही है बहुत ख़ुशी 
क्यूंकि जिसको ढूंढा गली गली
मिली वो मुझको अपनी गली |


Sunday, January 10, 2016

Compassionate Clowning : Silly Smiles Take You Miles

The tagline of my blog says, Silly Smiles take you Miles... it's wonderful to live your saying, your belief and perceive it in real. It's actually inexplicable how you feel when your words become alive with their real meaning and make you dance to their tune. 

Since my childhood, I had always been fascinated by Clowns. When we used to play cards, I always used to wonder why the joker is always left out. I used to feel very bad for that Joker card being sequestered and instead used to keep it in my deck. Whenever there was a circus show in the town, I was all excited not to see the lions and elephants dancing but the clown juggling the balls and deliberately making fall his red nose or colorful curls instilling laughter in the air. I always thought how difficult it is to make someone else laugh, to make them forget about their pain and misery and soak them in the wave of joy and laughter. This very thought always provoked me and apparently brimmed in the form of my maiden poem Spreading Smiles.

I had never thought that the joker so much playful in my subconscious mind will attract me to play its role one day. These lines are popping up in my mind from James Allen's , "As a Man Thinketh",

Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes,
And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes
The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills,
Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills: —
He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass:
Environment is but his looking-glass.

So, I became a clown. Yes, I did. I dissolved my identity to embark on the journey of spreading love and happiness. And the first lesson I learnt was to be compassionate. Yes, in the world where we are all confined to our tiny cubicles unaware of the person sitting at our backside but communicating to unseen souls through social media, are we compassionate enough to hear the sob of the person sitting beside us. Have we ever noticed why the person who was coming regularly, occupying the seat next to us has suddenly stopped coming. Do we ever bother to ask a person how he is doing after a long sick leave. Are we really compassionate or we have forgotten what being compassionate means.

I became a Clown, not just a clown but a compassionate clown to heal the tiny souls undergoing excruciating pain with a little love and happiness. As my doctor friend says, "laughter helps in fighting stress. It reduces pain by releasing endorphins (the body's natural painkiller), boosts the immune system by increasing the level of T cells & lowering serum cortisol levels, thereby promoting a positive outlook. Laughter helps people to cope with difficult situations and create loving and helpful bonds which aids the healing process."

Compassionate Clowning is an initiative taken up by compassionate clowns to visit hospitals and help the doctors and patients in their battle with their sword of laughter fighting away the pain and distress. Compassionate Clowns is a group of volunteers where anybody and everybody is welcomed with warmth and love. The volunteers gather every weekend in different cities and visit the nearby hospitals to infuse the air of ailing pain with refreshing laughter and happiness. This clowning activity is carried out in different cities of India like Bangalore, Ahmedabad, Rajkot. You can easily connect with the nearest clowning group at their facebook page and volunteer for the noble cause -

I took the new year resolution to be more compassionate and became the clown with a red nose and pink cheeks at Gujarat Cancer Society Hospital, Ahmedabad. The clowns are regularly visiting the children suffering from cancer being treated at this hospital. Every saturday it seems as if the entire children ward awaits their arrival. From parents to doctors to hospital staff to the anxiously waiting tiny tots.

There's nothing more contagious than the laughter of young toons. 
As the clowns dress up, paint their faces, the passing-by patients and visitors curiously look at us for being so colorful and vibrant at a morbid place. And we greet them with our vivacious smiles and joy.
Clowns with the Hospital Staff
As this was my first time being a clown, we started off with painting our faces red and yellow. Then we made a circle holding hands to share the positive vibes amongst ourselves and take the oath to spread it forward with everybody we come in contact with.

Clowns taking the pledge
I was the engine of this session. Yeah, the chhuk chhuk gadi engine ;) We entered the children ward like a vibrant colorful train. The children resting in their beds woke up and smiled. So, finally the jokers are here. We were late by half an hour and one child was very angry. See the receptivity of the child for warmth and happiness that he refrains to wait by even a few minutes.

Why are you late today?? Can't you see me waiting for you with this mickey specs?
The clowns are in action now. They have dissolved their identity of a student, of a job seeker, of a tired professional. They are just the clowns saying sorry to the little child by dancing to his favourite song.
Acchi Nani, Pyaari Nani, Maan jao na ;)
As it was the new year, so we had carried new year hand-made cards for all the children wishing them a bright and healthy new year. We chatted with them like our own siblings and asked them to write down their goals. "What would you like to be??" See, we are giving them a hope to achieve their dreams irrespective of the disease they are suffering. If you wish you can, then you surely can!

Happy New Year Princess!
We blew balloons, we sang with the children, we told them stories, we chit-chat with them. They love us as clowns and we love them more and more. Some children are very naughty. Afterall how can one disease take away their innocence and we make sure that never happens. 
Inky Pinky Ponky
The little energy packets energized us more than we had expected. They make us the child again and take us back to our golden days. They forget about their pain and get lost in our stories and magic tricks. 

And when you find a cute child dreaming to be SRK, the clown teaches him how to be SRK. And the entire ward becomes a movie theatre with dialogues of SRK, Bacchhan, Kapoor falling around.

Click me fast! I'm the new SRK ;)
The doctors also find it refreshing to laugh heartily and enjoy with their little patients. They always say, "I pray this child lives his dream of being a pilot."
Dr. Uncle! See my mustache, I have grown up now :P
More surprisingly, its the parents who participate in the games and feel joyful. They enjoy us as clowns and we enjoy seeing them laughing and cuddling with their kids in all joy and happiness.
A happy Tigress mum with the SherKhan :)
As we leave for the day, we share our experiences with each other and there's always a lesson learnt. We always complain of trivial things, of being deprived of this and that. But as we see the little guns fighting against all odds, we are charged up. One clown said it so rightly, "I dont come here to make them happy. I come here because they make me happy. "

All colorful Clowns:)

This is all possible with the energy of togetherness. No one clown has the strength to go alone inside the room full of pain and agony. Sometimes we too break down on seeing our brothers/sisters in such tormenting pain. But together we vibrate in symphony and blow the breeze of triumphant happiness.

We are a Happy Family :)

Smiles are contagious and we are its brand ambassadors. We spread it, gather it, spread it more and blow it around creating a peaceful happy aura. We believe in making people happy together. We are #SpreadTheVibe. Come, join us in spreading this vibe all across.

Clowns in Caps!

This post is written for #SpreadTheVibe by youthkiawaaz

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Book Review : The Bestseller She Wrote

About the Book
Title: The Bestseller She Wrote
Author: Ravi Subramanian
Publisher: Westland ltd. 
ISBN: 978-93-85152-38-2
No. of Pages: 391
Price: 295 INR
Genre: Romantic Fiction
About the Author
Ravi Subramanian, an alumnus of IIM Bengaluru, has spent two decades working his way up the ladder of power in the amazingly exciting and adrenaline-pumping world of global banks in India. Four of Ravi’s seven bestselling titles have been award winners. If God Was a Banker, won the Golden Quill Reader’s Choice Award. He won the Economist Crossword Book Award in 2012 for The Incredible Banker, The Crossword Book Award in 2013 for The Bankster and more recently in 2014 for his thriller Bankerupt. For Ravi, The Bestseller She Wrote, marks the beginning of a new chapter in his writing. A significant departure from his usual fare, this is Ravi’s first book on romantic intrigue.  

He lives in Mumbai with his wife Dharini, and daughter, Anusha. To know more about Ravi visit or email him at
You can connect with Ravi through following handles: 
 1.    Ravi Subramanian’s Website:
3.   Twitter: @subramanianravi
4.   Instagram: Ravi Subramanian on Instagram
5.   Blog:
6.   App - Ravi Subramanian App

The Cover Speaks
The mustard hued paperback appears pleasant to the eyes. With a girl and a spectacle-adorned boy postured back to back with the book fanning its pages sets up a nice illustration. The tag line “Love, Betrayal, Redemption…Soon to be a Motion Picture” got me a little confused. It leaves an impression as if this story is also knocking at the door of Bollywood and soon we will be sitting in front of the big screen, munching the popcorns to find out what masala has been put in the original story plot. Well, after reading the novel, my confusion wafted in the air.


Paperback king Aditya Kapoor’s life was straight out of modern man’s fantasy. His literary stardom is perfectly balanced by a loving wife and a spectacular career. With everything he touches turns to gold, Aditya is on a winning streak.

Shreya Kaushik is a student with heart full of ambition. Young, beautiful and reckless, Shreya speaks her mind and obsessively chases after what she wants. And what she wants is to be a bestselling author.

What happens when their worlds collide? Is it possible to love two people at same time? Can real ambition come in the way of blind passion? Can trust once broken, be regained?

Master storyteller Ravi Subramanian delves into the glitzy world of bestsellers and uncovers a risky dalliance between a superstar novelist and his alluring protégé.

The Bestseller She Wrote is a combustible cocktail of love, betrayal and redemption.

Book Review
When an author is a banker and all his novels carry a glimpse of his profession, an overwhelming ride full of thrill and exhilaration. He might like to experiment with his pen and put it to a test. Ravi also tried his hands on the most written and talked upon genre – love/romance popular in the market with readers of all age groups. Let’s find out whether he was able to sink the reader in his ocean of love or they found it the already-read-so-many-times story.

The protagonist of the story Aditya, is a successful banker as well as a best-selling author. At the prima-facie, it appears he is living a picture-perfect life with stardom on one side and a loving wife on the other. But as they say, nothing is perfect. And a young beauty with brains knocks in the starry life of Aditya. With God Eros standing behind, Aditya cannot stop himself from going weak and falls for the girl Shreya, a student of IIM-B who dreams of being a successful author like him. 

The story paces with some romantic development in the plot and melodrama too. After watching so many Indian soaps and Bollywood films, it becomes easy for a reader to guess the next scene in the queue. At many points this happens and you are aware of what is next in the few pages. It also references to real world personas like Chetan Bhagat, Ashwin Sanghi, Anurag Kashyap which I found a bit sarcastic. 

Though the author tried well to keep the readers engrossed and present a thrilling climax but with his previous works, he has made readers expect much more than this. Aditya's wife discovers of his affairs and his life turns upside town. To exacerbate it, the print media plays a role in tarnishing his image by exposing him. Who is behind this foul play? Is it Shreya's way of catching the eyes? Will it help her in becoming a best seller? These questions certainly pop-up while reading the books. So read it and find out what happens next. 

You can grab a copy of this book at Amazon or Flipkart .

My Rating


I am reviewing ‘The Bestseller She Wrote’ by Ravi Subramanian as a part of the biggest Book Review Program for Indian Bloggers. Participate now to get free books!

Thursday, December 31, 2015

मुन्नी और ब्रेड जैम -II

Hiezzz all my dear Readers and Critics!

This is the last post of the year 2015 and I have tried to complete my incomplete maiden short story posted in the previous post. You can read the first part here. So here we go forward with  मुन्नी and her ब्रेड जैम.

मुन्नी और ब्रेड जैम -II

देशी घी का पराठा प्लेट में देख मुन्नी उदास हो गयी | मुन्नी अपनी दादी की लाड़ली थी | और दादी माँ मुन्नी को उदास नहीं देख सकती थी| जब दादी ने मुन्नी की शर्त सुनी की अगर वो एक दिन ब्रेड जैम खाकर देखे और उन्हें ना पसंद आये  तो मुन्नी अगले दिन दूध पराठा खाएगी तब दादी ने सोचा, " ये शैतान अगर रोज़ रोज़ ऐसे बहाने बनाएगी तो काम नहीं चलेगा | ज्यादा मैदा खाएगी तो इसकी सेहत ख़राब होगी , मुझे कुछ और सोचना होगा | " तभी दादी माँ मुन्नी को प्यार से बोली," मुन्नी, अगर तू आज पराठा जैम खाएगी तो मैं भी तेरे साथ नाश्ता करुँगी | बेटा ! मैं ब्रेड नहीं खा सकती | मेरे पेट में मैदा जैम जाएगा तो मैं जल्दी भगवान को प्यारी हो जाउंगी | " ये सुनके मुन्नी थोड़ा डर गयी | वो दादी को बहुत प्यार करती थी| उसने सोचा चलो ठीक है , ब्रेड ना सही पर जैम तो मिल रहा है | तो इस तरह दो पीढ़ियों ने आपस में समझौता किया और एक दूसरे की भावनाओं का सम्मान किया | दादी भी खुश , मुन्नी भी खुश और मम्मी भी खुश |

ज़िन्दगी में बहुत छोटी - छोटी चीज़ों पर बहस करके हम आपस में मनमुटाव कर लेते है | सोचते है की सामने वाला क्यों नहीं हमारी बात मान रहा | और मुन्नी की तरह हम भी कई बार घर पे सिर्फ खाने के लिए बहस करते है | कुछ बच्चे तो गुस्से में खाना ही फेंक देते है और पैर पटकते हुए कमरे में चले जाते है मानो किसी रानी का कोप-भवन हो | ये तो हुई सिर्फ खाने की बात | बहुत बार हम घर, ऑफिस, स्कूल में इसी प्रकार किसी भी छोटी- सी बात पे गुस्सा हो जाते है | जैसे की अगर किसी ने आपको गुड मॉर्निंग  नहीं बोला तो गुस्सा , किसी ने बिना पूछे आपकी पानी की बोतल खाली कर दी तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपका पेन ले लिया तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपसे पहले लिफ्ट ले ली तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपको मजाक में उल्लू बोल दिया तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपसे फ़ोन पर धीरे बात करने को कहा तो गुस्सा, किसी ने आपके साथ कॉफ़ी पीने से मना कर दिया तो गुस्सा | और भी है ऐसी कई परिस्थितियां है जहाँ हम बेवजह ही अपना खून जलाते है | कभी सामने वाले के नजरिये से भी देखिये, एक मिनट सोच के देखिये क्या वो जो कह रहा है सही है, क्या वो किसी सही कारणवश आपके साथ नहीं चल सकता , क्या सच में आपके ज़ोर से बोलने के कारण उसका सिरदर्द हो रहा है , क्या वो सच में जल्दी में है , क्या वो सच में नहीं जनता था की उसके ऐसा करने से आप गुस्सा होंगे| बस एक मिनट का मनन और आपका १ किलो खून नहीं जलेगा | खुश रहिये औरों को भी खुश रखिये | छोटी - छोटी चीज़ों में खुशियां ढूंढिए बजाय किसी बड़ी ख़ुशी के इंतज़ार में वक़्त बरबाद करने के | 

कुछ  लोग  जहाँ  जाते  हैं  वहां  खुशियाँ  लाते  हैं  , कुछ  लोग  जब  जाते  हैं  तब  खुशियाँ  लाते  हैं |
-  आस्कर  वाइल्ड
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.

- Oscar Wilde 

तो आप कौन से लोग है ??

Fellas! take a resolution this year for being more rational than being stupid. Think before acting, think before reacting. Be calm and you will find the peace bringing in prosperity and happiness.

A very Happy, Prosperous, Promising and Rocking 2016 to you all  !
lllpp    pplll

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Tie the Title - मुन्नी और ब्रेड जैम


There are a few stories which are written without any preface. With a blank yet fresh mind, you just pick up your pen after a very long long time to scribble just anything to cross-check, are you still a writer ?? :P 

So here I was in train#2991 exactly a quarter back travelling early in the morning in an almost empty coach. Ten minutes have passed by and the train had caught up the speed by then. Looking outside the window with a small bag resting on my lap, I was just thinking about nothing. All my train journeys uptil now have been heck boring and tiresome with just me with myself over the entire journey. Sadly this time also. "But hey, wait you are not alone today", my brain said. And my hand slid inside the bag to carry out the pen and paper. "So, ready for a surprise test??", my brain asked. I with no apparent emotions said ,"Ok lets try 'kuch alag' this time." My brain commanded,"Good girl! so prove that you still know how to write." I chuckled. But at the very next moment I quizzed myself and decided to break the frozen writer's block in this cold morning. Just like an extempore I started scrabbling in an impromptu manner of whatever I could think of because I just want to pass this test.

So ladies and Gentlemen, Dudes and Divas, Readers and Critics, I, Surbhi Bafna (the lost-writer-put-to-a-test) present you with my very own creation, my very own maiden short story in HINDI. Hell Yeah Guys!!!! A short story in Hindi. So stay relaxed, its no verbose this time, just a simple plain smooth read.

SPOILER ALERT - ** Don't jump to the end para right now. __/\__

मुन्नी और ब्रेड जैम 

"मुर्गे आज कल कहाँ दिखते है? शहरों में तो उनकी बांग सुनना मुझे पिछले दो सालों से नसीब नहीं हुआ | अब तो बस चिड़िया की चहचहाहट से ही आँख खुलती हैं" दादी माँ अपनी दस साल की पोती को थपकी देकर सुलाते हुए बोली |

"ओह दादी! मुर्गे और चिड़िया सिर्फ बुजुर्गो को ही उठाते हैं | बच्चों के लिए तो अलार्म क्लॉक बनाई गयी हैं" पास में रखी घडी की ओर इंगित करते हुए पोती बोली |

"हां बेटा !ये सफ़ेद बाल कहते हैं मैं अब बूढ़ी हो गयी हूँ", नाक सिकोड़ते, होठों में अपनी हँसी दबाते हुए दादी बोली |

"बूढ़े लोगों की चिड़िया ,यंग लोगों की क्लॉक, हा s हा s हा ", दादी से अठखेलियां खेलती मुन्नी दादी की गोद में ही सो गयी|

प्यार से उसके बाल सहलाते हुए, दादी ने ध्यान से उसे पलंग पर लेटाया और मुन्नी का माथा चूमकर फुसफुसाई , " गुडनेट "|

दादी माँ ने ज़मीन पर अपनी चटाई बिछाई और भगवन का नाम जपते हुए सो गयी |

खिड़की से आती हलकी हलकी रोशनी ने सुबह की दस्तक दी | चिड़िया की चहचहाहट दादी माँ के कानों में कुछ यूँ गूंजी मानो कह रही हो ," उठ जाओ बूढ़े लोगों | तुम्हारा अलार्म क्लॉक जा रहा हैं अपना दाना ढूंढने |" दादी के शांत चेहरे पर मुस्कान की एक लकीर खींच गयी |

भिंची हुई आँखों को आराम से खोलते हुए दादी माँ ने भगवन को याद करते हुए हाथ जोड़े और निंदिया रानी की गोद में सोती हुई अपनी प्यारी पोती को देखा | कितनी शांत लग रही है यह शैतान, चुलबुली | मंद मंद मुस्कुराती दादी ने चटाई समेटी और निकल गयी कमरे से बाहर अपने दिन की शुरुआत करने|

"अम्माजी ! चाय तैयार है ", बहू ने रसोई में से आवाज़ लगायी| राख से मंजन कर दादी माँ ने रसोई घर की ओर रुख किया| गरम चाय की चुस्की लेते हुए दादी ने देखा आज फिर बहू ने मुन्नी के लिए सेन्डविच बनाने की ठानी है |आलू पतीले में उबल रहे थे और ब्रेड का पैकेट दूध के पैकेट के साथ बंद थैली से आलू को घूर रहा था |

बिंदनी !तू फिर से ये अंग्रेज़ों की डबल रोटी सेकने वाली है?

"क्या करुँ अम्माजी, दो दिन से आपकी लाड़ली जिद्द कर रही है| कल तो वह गुस्से में पूरा टिफ़िन वापिस ले आई| सारी रोटी सब्जी मुझे खानी पड़ी ," बहू रोनी -सी सूरत बना के मुन्नी की शिकायत लगाते हुए बोली | दादी ने ठहाका लगाया और बहू को समझाते हुए बोली, " अरे पगली ! तू क्या मुन्नी से डरती है ? अंग्रेज़ चले गए और ये डबल रोटी छोड़ गए | तुम्हारे ससुर जी ने अंग्रेज़ों को भगाया और तुम उनकी डबल रोटी को अपनी रसोई में शरण दे रही हो |"

हँसते हुए बहू बोली ," सॉरी अम्माजी ! आज फिर मुन्नी को आप ही समझाना |"

"बातों बातों में कब अलार्म बज उठा पता ही नहीं चला | सुबह का वक़्त बहुत जल्दी बीतता है, हैना?",अलार्म की पी s पी s सुन दादी ने बहू से कहा |

"जाइये शैतान को उठाने", आलूओं को गैस से उतारते हुए बहू बोली|

दादी माँ मुन्नी के कमरे में गयी और पुचकारते हुए बोली ," मुन्नी! ओ मेरी चुलबुल चिरैया | उठ जा|"

" हूँ s s s हम्म s s s "

"अरे ओ यंग जवान, उठो ,सुबह हो गयी है| आलाराम भी कब से बज रहा है |"

"दादी, अलार्म ! नोट आलाराम", नींद में मुन्नी बड़बड़ाई और अलार्म बंद करके फिर सो गयी|

"यंग जवान आजकल बूढ़ों से भी सुस्त है ?", दादी ने हलकी कड़क आवाज़ में प्रश्न किया|

मुन्नी फटाक से बिस्तर पर उठ बैठी और तपाक से बोली," दादी यंग जवान मतलब सोल्जर होता है और यंग मतलब जवान | आप दोनों को मिक्स कर रहे हो|"

दादी पोती की शरारतें घर को खिलखिला देती थी| घड़ी में ७ बज चुके थे | मुन्नी स्कूल ड्रेस पहनकर नाश्ते की मेज़ पर बिराज गयी |

"मम्मी !मम्मी !"

"हाँ बेटा, आई "

गरम गरम नाश्ता परोसते हुए माँ ने दादी को इशारा किया | दादी ने हाँमी भरते हुए सर हिलाया |"मैडमजी, आप अंग्रेजी बाद में सिखाना मुझे | वो क्या है ना मेरी बुद्धि कमज़ोर हो रही है | बूढ़ी हो गयी हूँ ना मैं| "

"ओह दादी ! कमओन | आप मेरी दादी हो | आप यंग मुन्नी की यंग दादी हो ", दादी की गोद में चढ़ते हुए मुन्नी बोली |

प्लेट में देशी घी का पराठा और दूध से भरा गिलास देखकर मुन्नी की शकल उत्तर गयी| वो कुछ ना बोली और रुआँसी सूरत बनाकर मम्मी की डांट दादी से लगायी|

"दादी ,मैं ये सब खाकर बोर हो गयी हूँ | आज प्लीज मम्मी को कहो ना ब्रेड जैम दे दे |"

दादी ने डांट लगाते हुए बहू से कहा ," क्यूँ बिंदनी ! ऐसा बेस्वाद खाना क्यूँ बनाया ?दे अपने यंग जवान को बासी खाना | क्यूँ तू फालतू जल्दी उठकर मेहनत करती है ?"

मुन्नी समझ गयी आज दादी, मम्मी की बजाय उसे डांट रही है |

मुन्नी फट से बोली ," दादी , सच में मुझे दूध पराठा नहीं अच्छा लगता | कभी कभी तो कुछ चेंज होना चाहिए ना | चलो आज आप भी मेरे साथ ब्रेड जैम खाओ| अगर आपको ना अच्छा लगे तो फिर मैं कल पराठा खा लूँगी|"


तो फिर क्या हुआ आगे , क्या मुन्नी दादी को कन्विंस (convince) कर पायी ब्रेड जैम के लिए ? क्या दादी ने पोती-मोह में घुटने टेक दिए ? क्या कह रही है ये कहानी ? क्या कोई गहरा सन्देश छिपा है इसके अंदर ? आखिर क्या हुआ आगे ? क्यों कहानी में फोकस दादी -पोती के प्यारे रिश्ते से हट कर ब्रेड -जैम पर आ गया? जानने के लिए पढ़ते रहिये Vivacious Puerile |       


P.S. When the spoiler alert says don't jump to the end para, some of the inquisitive readers cant resist themselves from bypassing the spoiler alert. So Guys, this is an INCOMPLETE short story. Sadly yes :( As I was put to a surprise test by my brain, I tried to put in all my efforts within a short span of 20 minutes (will tell you the why-20mins-story later) I was happy to write and win my brain's trust in me as a writer  (howsoever imperfect I'm). I tried to blend the subtle nuances of a daily morning in an ordinary Indian family with no apparent melodrama. I tried to capture a normal morning in some next-door family with the morning chores at pace. 

P.P.S. I apologize for an incomplete story and that too when it's my maiden short story. 
My Lord! Give me a chance to justify myself. So here I was in the train penning down in the surprise test when the train halted at the next station. A swarm of passengers buzzed inside the bogie and I was pushed aside towards the edge of the seat. (Yes, I willingly left my window seat). A lady in her late 40's sat beside me with her mother of short -stature, white hair and a lean body, may be in her late 70's who sat in the seat front of me. So yes, the grandmother in the story was drawn in from the old lady sitting in front of me. She was very jovial and I was happy to find a happy senior citizen J That's why my story carries no-extreme-sad and no-extreme-happy tone, just a complacent tone. 

Guys! when you sit in an overcrowded bogie, Oh pardon me, I forgot to mention, it was the Raksha Bandhan weekend, so you can imagine the capacity of an Indian General Class Compartment. So coming back to the story(why-20mins-story), as I was caught with the pen and paper by the Aunty (lady in her 40's) sitting next to me who was over-jovial (Indeed! she was, Ghosh!), she peeked into my test and snatched the paper from me as if the exam-over bell had rung. 
"Hi Beta! Are you writing something?? Can I see please??"
A modest me handed over my answer sheet to her. She read out loud a para (written till then) and the fellow passengers stared at me as if I had written something wrong. I felt outclassed (seriously). Just then, another newly married lady inquired, "Do you write?" As if asking if I'm a journalist or a columnist :P Oh!! how I wished to brag and boast had I had been the one but Alas! I wasn't. I said,"Yes, sometimes when I get bored." A silly answer indeed. And then the ladies and the grand lady didn't allow me to complete the story interrupting now and then to know the developments after dadi maa had woken up, after Bahu had served the tea. 

The train was speeding and so was the time unlike my story which had halted at the dining table with  a sad Munni and the aroma of desi ghee in the air . And the train finally jerked with me getting down at my destination carrying the leaflet of my maiden INCOMPLETE short story. 

After that, I tried to complete the story but I didnt know how to take the storyline forward. I couldn't think of taking off the conversation. Because the problem is - this is an over simple story with no melodrama, no preconceived notions. Yes, it is a tough task to pen down a plain story. 

The year 2015 is coming to an end and I want to complete this story before 2015 flies off. While posting this story here, I think I have been struck with some idea to carry it forward (I just think...). But still I would like to take your help to complete it. Yes, my dear Readers! I request you to pour in your suggestions and ideas for the plot. Lets see, where this simple story ends up. Even I'm also excited to see how do I end up, do I muddle the storyline or sail through smoothly. (fingers crossed , suggestions invited, wish to be triumphant \m/)


Dream On

What doesn't let you sleep is a Dream 
And what drools you in sleep
is a Dream in sleep
Subtle and elusive it is
The power to fantasize the reality
The realm to experience the diversity.

The ghost-driven bike
Or the roller coaster ride 
The merry-merry sack
Or the scary -scary pack
Ambivalent is a Dream
Happily Sad you become 
to find 'dream-come-true-in-dream'
Or Sadistically Happy you go
to discover 'Thank God! It was just a dream'

Dreaming in a dream is reflexive
But living a dream is volunteered
What are you waiting for my dear
Go on to live the dream you cheer!

Silly smiles Take you Miles.