She boarded the bus but failed to find a seat, and she had to stand in the passageway. She stood with her back facing the driver's cabin, painfully aware of at least a dozen lustful gazes. It was hot and humid and she didn't like to cover her face. Not that it would have made much difference. It didn't matter if women were covered from head to toe or dressed in a western attire. They would be thoroughly scanned. It wouldn't stop.
One of the passengers got up, and she quickly occupied the vacant seat. The man sitting next to her had been staring at her ever since she got in. She had noticed it and she hated it, but it was a long route. She had to sit, otherwise she would get tired and the old backache would resurface. She had no choice. She put her headphones on and tried to enter a world of her own. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore and forget the gazes. "Out of sight, out of mind. " she thought, but those lascivious eyes continued to gaze at her, carnal desires dripping from them as water drips from a leaking faucet.
Would this ever stop? Commuting by bus was her own choice. Was it wrong? What if she had used her personal vehicle? Perhaps it would have made some difference. But there were numerous signals and there were regular traffic jams. So those gazes would never cease. She had to face them even in her office, a place frequented by visitors. Everyday, she would think hard about those gazes and curse herself for not being able to do anything to end the torture.
The conductor screamed out the name of her stop. She sprang to her feet and alighted from the bus. As usual, several pairs of eyes chased her. But in a few minutes, she would reach home and it would be over, at least for the day.
She rang the doorbell. Her mother-in-law opened the door. She got in, closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief.
I have a lot of free time on Sundays And I love to cook my favourite dish My wife says my cooking skills deserve praise Veg is fine but she loves chicken and fish I cook, and then we eat with great relish, Beverages and coffee, soups and shakes, Starters, appetizers, pastries and cakes Spicy curries, fried stuff, candies and sweets Chocolate drinks and brownies, puffs and flakes Sundays are meant for culinary treats
Form - dizain 10 lines of 10 syllables each Rhyming scheme - ababbccdcd
Every morning, your arrival fills me with hope. I greet you every day when your form is gentle. I can't face your bright countenance with open eyes, but then it's this very brightness that makes our planet the most promising place in our solar system.
You're are a magnanimous emperor and you just give, give and give without expecting anything in return. You have your own way of functioning, and everything you do affects us in some way or the other.
I pity Mercury and Venus and I don't exactly envy Pluto and Neptune....(to freeze or to burn? that is the question) I can imagine what poor Mercury and Venus must be going through, while even the mere thought of being stranded on Pluto terrorises me and sends shivers down my spine.
But we, the inhabitants of the Earth are thankful to you for giving our planet a relatively balmy climate.
We are imperfect and we tend to violate the laws of nature(this is in addition to violating the fundamental principles of humanity), sometimes unintentionally, sometimes despite being fully conscious of the consequences. This incurs the wrath of mother nature.
You are kind and it is possible for you to forgive us. I earnestly pray to you to continue showering your love upon us. I know you have your own administrative machinery and you always do what is right in your view, yet I request you not to be unduly harsh in certain places at certain times of the year(this may sound impractical, foolish and selfish but that's my humble request).
Inconvenience is deeply regretted.
Yours faithfully (Odysseus)
(If the Earth's average temperature falls, less surface water will evaporate and there will be less rainfall and less weathering of rocks...but technical details don't matter here... emotions do... )
The basic premise of the haiku sonnet is simple: 4 3-liner haiku plus a couplet of either 5 or 7 syllables adds up to 14 lines, the same number of lines found in a sonnet. (Sources - Internet and Instagram)
While it's true that I have been inspired and influenced by various people at various stages of my life, I had never had a guru in the conventional sense.
As I child, I was a movie buff and I enjoyed watching Hindi films. Of course I loved action and music, but more than anything else, it was the dialogue writer who would keep me glued to my seat. The Salim Khan-Javed Akhtar duo had had a great impact on me. Their dialogues shaped my Hindi-Urdu during my formative days. The influence is evident and I remain indebted to them for that. In songwriting, my greatest influence has always been the one and only Majrooh Sultanpuri. I loved to hum songs (mostly Hindi) but I was (and I still am) a pathetic singer. I always wanted to sing like Mohammed Rafi and Kishore Kumar - undoubtedly the greatest male playback singers of Hindi cinema. I would sit with their photos in front of me and try to sing(only when I was alone at home).
Cricket was my first love(now I don't warch or discuss cricket at all). I was a poor batsman, so I idolised fast bowlers. I could bowl reasonably, if not genuinely fast. In those days, Dennis Lillee, Jeff Thomson and Michael Holding were my heroes. They were right-arm fast bowlers and I am a southpaw, but I read their interviews and articles and tried to learn from them.
Come 1992 and I was bitten by the bug of long-distance running. I worked hard and became a marathoner. Who was my idol or guiding force? I had read about the late Abebe Bikila, an Ethiopian marathoner who won the Olympic gold at Rome despite running barefoot. I imitated him and ran a few marathon races without socks and shoes. My genes and my past imposed restrictions upon me that no amount of training could overcome. I failed to progress beyond a point, but Bikila's influence has remained.
I can't imagine a life without books. They have been my reliable and loyal companions and preceptors. Apart from our course books, biographies, novels, short stories, plays, poems and even newspapers teach us a lot. Life is the greatest teacher. In this case, the term "life" is comprehensive and all inclusive. It essentially means everything around us. Apart from people and incidents, there are many other living and non-living things in nature that teach us a thing or two. This includes seas, rivers, mountains, trees, animals, birds and even the smallest of insects.
While I have never been face to face with most of those who inspired, influenced and taught me, it's my duty to acknowledge their contribution. They are great preceptors though I may not have been an ideal pupil.
यूँ तो मैं माँ हूँ तुम्हारी पर फर्ज़ मैंने पिता का भी निभाया है हमेशा | इसलिए नहीं की हम अकेले थे, वो इसलिए की ये फैसला मेरा था, तुम्हारे खातिर |वजह ये कि रिश्तों में इज़्ज़त की भी जरूरत होती है| इससे भी बड़ी वजह थी कि तुम्हारे मन में पुरूषों के लिए नफरत ना आ जाये | एक माँ अपने बच्चे के लिए सब से लड़ जाती है, उसके पिता से भी | ऐसा नहीं कि वो इंसान बुरे थे बस वो अच्छे नहीं थे, और पिता के जैसे नहीं थे | तुम बहुत छोटी हो इन बातों के लिए, पर ना समझ नहीं हो | हम अकेले नहीं हैं बेटा, मैं साथ हूँ तुम्हारे, हाथ थामे| हमें खुद को इतना मज़बूत बनाना है कि ये आँधियाँ डरा नहीं पाए हमें | तुम्हें तुम्हारे फैसले लेने के सारे हक़ दूंगी मैं, जीवनसाथी चुनने के भी | बस एक बात याद रखना, आत्मसम्मान से नीचे मत गिरना, रिश्तों को संभालते हुए | चाहे वो रिश्ते कुछ भी हो | ये बातें सिर्फ इसलिए है कि तुम्हारी कहानी मेरी कहानी सी ना हो | सुनो, मैं साथ रहूंगी हर पल, खुद को अकेला महसूस मत करना कभी | I love you Beta ❤️ तुम्हारी माँ