Monday, 16 June 2014

Wishes...



The aroma of a freshly cooked bread omelet made him stand for a while .
It reminded him of home , where his mother awaited , with sunken eyes for her son to arrive .

There was someone else with him who was also looking at the fuming hot pan with greedy eyes and those eyes didn’t speak of memories but something more pragmatic about life “hunger”.

In a second he recognized that look which resembled one of his own during those old days of struggle when he had sufficient hunger in stomach but insufficient money in pocket , to satisfy it.

Before boarding the bus he handed over money to the shopkeeper asking him to serve the little urchin with a plate of bread omelet and smiled to himself for being blessed enough to fulfill someone else's wishes today .

                                  


Pic : Google images 

This post is linked with Five sentence fiction " Wishes "

Advice



The sky was clear, not his mind 

Though it was devoid of clouds that day but mostly it rained giving the inhabitants another reason to fuss about
The other was a visit to his clinic 

Before exploring into the mouth of a patient he took a view of the jetty where a boat awaited it’s liberation , just like him 

Putting on the mouth mask he remembered his old professor who advised them not to show their giggling teeth as that’s what they would do for the rest of their lives 


“But” he thought “Can someone else define how our life’s going to be” 


                       
Pic : Friday Fictioneers .

Being a dentist myself I really loved writing this one . Thanks for coming up with the photo prompt this week :)

Those Memories .....




I visited Andaman and Nicobar islands few years back with my family and was taken aback by the beauty the island beholds . I am sharing that feeling with you ....hope you people like it :) Though I have more photos but right now I can just share two of them

They welcomed me ,
Those bountiful waves
Vibrant vivid full of life ,
Wiping off my moments of stress .
They engulfed me ,
Those long coconut trees
Between their curvy bodies
Between their striking leaves .
They surprised me ,
Those tiny little crabs
Running as fast as they can
On the white slippery sand .
They entrapped me
Those dead numb corals
Inside their treacherous body
That seemed like a different world .
It mesmerized me ,
The unflinching spirited wind
That blew my heart away
In an eye’s blink .
They filled in me
A gloominess that denied to get away ,
Even after a numerous times I cried ,
Those walls of cellar jail ,
That stands witness to untold stories ,
Stories of courage , stories of dare ,
Stories of a country’s lost sons ,
Whose lives weren’t spared ,
For the ruler was the ruler ,
And swaggered the ruled .
They bewitched me
Those sublime blue waters .
To write about them
My pen simply falters .
It was the best holiday
That I ever had
In a tiny serene island
That still makes me glad .



We boarded it for our visit to Havelock island from Portblair which is an amazing place

A view of the jail in night .


This post is linked with Write Tribe's Wednesday Prompt 2014 #19







 



Sunday, 8 June 2014

The Wait....



Beautiful it was
Every day
As she swayed her curvy body away
A gentle breeze seemed to cross
For love struck couples
Wanting to be lost
In valley of emotion
In feeling’s stream
Speaking of love
Not caprice or whim

Alas! I forgot the world around
That crushed my tender love to the ground
Ignoring requests
Snubbing my pleas
Reminding
I am a mere tree
Born to serve
With my log
With my wood
Giving warmth preparing food

Whatever I am
I don’t want to know
Coz I will be waiting for her
In flowery springs
Or in winter snow 


Pic Credit :  http://vidyasury.com

This post is linked to 
100 Words on Saturday 2014 - # 17

Devil Turns Human Again....



Finally my work got over . So did my patience . To stay awake for a single more minute .
And then I lay flat on my not so cozy bed serving me like a trusted companion on the 5th floor of the flat in a concrete jungle that seemed to radiate heat from all around including my head .

I still don’t remember when my sleep deprived eyes actually swum across the pool of dreams . But I do remember the peculiar dream I saw that night . 

It was no one else but my pencils , pens , my sharpeners and erasers that started to have a group discussion kind of thing where everybody wants to outsmart the other trying to prove his/her own mettle as the gen next potential leader .
And here they tried to outsmart each other with the number of complaints against me as if I am the devil reborn in the disguise of a human .

So here’s how it went …..

Sharpey with his sharp analytical skills walked up to Penico and said “Hey dude what’s up”
Penico without even a pinch of hesitance started to speak of his ordeal as if he was just waiting for this moment right from his birth . 

“What to say bro ….My life has become worse since the past few months . From the time she has shifted to this new place she has totally forgotten there’s something called common sense. 
Each time …each time she is tensed she just bites me . Can you believe it ? She simply bites me . As if I am some candy especially made to reduce tension .”
And with a grumpy look he showed off the bruise marks on his back . “This just doesn’t satisfy her bro. If her tension still persists she keeps on scribbling on the paper with such force that my mouth gets torn off and falls down .”
“Say me bro…. Will all these tearing bruising and forcing reduce her life’s tensions ?”


Hearing their conversation Essu who hid behind the books slowly walked towards them to start her part . Seeing her approach Sharpey and Penico felt as if a dash of fresh air dabbed their souls in this blazing summer night .
“Hi guys” …Essu…said spilling charm all around and then she started .
“You know….She bought me the first day she shifted here making me feel so special . But that feeling just got lost in the winds as she never ever touched me again . She even forgot that I existed . She just threw me out in some corner searching for me when needed but never bothering to show me that care. I still don’t get it why did she bring me in the first place like a third child who is born by mistake and never given his/her justified position in the family .”

Her sad tale made Sharpey and Penico realize that though they are hurt still they are in a better condition than Essu .

The clock had struck twelve and the discussion was in high spirits . When two new members joined in . 

Cello and  Scaley
 
Cello shrugging off his shoulder said    “There was a time I was her favorite. She never left her home without me. Whether writing in the exams or writing prescriptions I was her most trusted companion . But forget it friends she has become a selfish emotionless hag these days. 
All the time she keeps on typing on that lappy screen . Have you seen her handwriting off late …. yuk …. it’s so untidy . And the worst thing is ...whenever she feels that she needs me she will stuck me inside her hand bag in such a manner that I die out of suffocation ."
"Gone are those good old days…. when nicely she used to keep me in a beautiful box giving me my much deserving place. These days I feel lucky if she remembers to take me with her. 
Though she has started writing more frequently from past few months …. But I say you it’s not writing . It’s simply typing my friends . Whether it’s on her laptop or on her smart phone .”

Hearing cello’s words a drop of tear sparkled on Scaley’s eyes who said that he isn’t at all remembered after her final year got over. Lucky he is…that she still owns him . Who knows when his end will come inside some stinky dustbin . 

After heavy rounds of discussion they felt it was going to be morning soon and their devilish doc would wake up . 

So, they went back to their own places bidding goodbye for tonight and patting each other to hold on a bit more .

That morning after waking up I did realize that I was becoming more self obsessed . Being too busy with my work .  Ignoring my old companions . 

So I decided to buy a lovely pen stand for them and gifted them with a new home .
After all they have also shifted to a new city and would be feeling home sick sometimes ....... just like me .


                                 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.