HER 2

This is a sequel to the post HER,  Its good to know the story well before reading the climax. And this ones incomplete without that either.


*********************************************************************************


She did not resemble a bride, in fact inside the veil, there were those tearful eyes that longed for an escape.
She was tired , tired of celebrations, of the lights and sound, tired of change.

Neither could she name the feelings or the thoughts that passed across her mind. Fear, would be rather a wrong quote, for all her loved ones were with her. Neither was she confused. Confusion is when  one finds difficult to make choices and here the choice was already done,
Perhaps she had no choice.

Fate..? If it was to blame fate for everything, then all of us would be just puppets driven by fate enacting the story of life.

Yesterday all that mattered to her were  homework , and the midterms, but today its an entire burden of responsibilities, for she was no more a school girl, but the mistress of

err, she hardly knew whom she was married to.


All that she knew  Tasneem didi , was married to the same person and that she could no more continue education . .

So, You had  to miss school today?,

His voice was sharp, unlike her father, and this time she dared to look across the veil, towards the one who spoke,  an affectionate voice

Yes, but they said I cannot go to school anymore.

No, you can, Tasneem told you love reading. And you can continue it.


This time , she was confused, of whom to be thanked. The messiah in him, or Tasneem who evoked it. For her dreams could be continued even after the nightmare.

image courtesy : google, Of course!

I Live in India

Disclaimer: Not intended to hurt political or religious sentiments. Apologies before hand ( And yeah no pun intended in the disclaimer).

I live in the  assumed to be democratic country called India.

I live in a country where I may need a lawyer anytime if  I am managing to have an Internet connection or planning to use  my freedom of expression over Internet.

       



I Live in a country where kissing in public is an offence but pissing in public is all okay.

 


I live in a country where watching porn over internet is much safer than updating or tweeting what's in my mind.



I live in a country with a big history of invasions, no matter what you call it, Mughals, British or Globalisation.



I live in a country where people stay hungry and helpless not just because of  poverty but perhaps that's our new way to get our demands done (ode to the father of the nation)



I live in a country where we have garbage corners ( not a dispose bin )




I live in a country where you can expect a downpour any time where you may end up with garbage pile over your head( thanks to easy window garbage disposal techniques used here)

I live in a country where we re elect the same government again and later continue blaming them for inefficiency .


I Live in a country, where we prefer a leader who can manage us a free TV or cable connection, or may be a brand new car for electing them.





I live in a country of crores of Gods , demigods, Super Gods, human gods. Our gods will raise my salary if I guarantee them a continuous free milk supply, or a basket of candles or even a bunch of bananas.( now you know the root of corruption at our place)( disclaimer: not intended to hurt religious sentiments)




No we don't bribe, we just give them chaay paani

I live in a country with a principal of  ATHITHI DEVO BHAVA, no matter if you are a terrorist or a prime minister.

I Live in a country where you are reserved, if you are into a so called low caste. No matter what's your financial status or academic merits.


I live in a country where inter caste marriages are  against the tradition, leave alone homosexuality.



 
I Live in  INDIA


 ON a funny note: I found it really innovative :P



all images courtesy : GOOGLE :)

UNSEEN DREAM

Its so hot here, mamma..


Its inside you , I know..perhaps the most beautiful place in the world,but I am so eager to see the outside world...especially your beautiful face..the face that is the most innocent sight for me..

mom,,do you  want to know how I reached inside you??

I had to race with 250 millions of my lookalikes..me being the fastest ,, perhaps the luckiest to be your son.!

You would like to know how I look? may be not as handsome as Pa...but still I know you would love me the most

My body closely resembles a worm now..,,my heart has started to beat..I have started existing! 

Its been four weeks now, I have fins ..he he, I can float in this liquid around me..

one more week passed..I am more near to you.. but I can feel something..your heartbeat..its faster than mine.Are you tensed mom?
Don't worry..some more weeks ...and then I will relieve you from all stress..!

Tiny arm and leg buds have formed. Hands with webs between the fingers have formed at the end of the arm buds. With these hands I can wipe your tears . I promise I will never make you sad..!

OOh! how much I wish to meet you ..!
My face has developed..
The face has two eyes on each side of its head..there's a tiny slit near my mouth..mamma, Do I look like you?
I wish to look like you mammma? Are you beautiful?
I don't mind... you are the worlds most beautiful women on earth for me!

Seventh week mamma,, I lost the tiny tail..he he..that looked so funny!

Ten weeks passed mamma..,,
I look like a fetus amma..you can see me in the Doctor's TV.. look...me waving hands at you..oh..how much i wish to met you..

Waiting for the first kiss you are gonna plant on my cheeks..look mamma...Goosebumps
Oops sorry.. i don't have hairs!

Five months passed mamma.I have developed hair on my head..the ones which I was waiting for..Now am waiting for he day when your fingers will roll over my hair , your affection and care!!

Its the seventh month..I can move,,!  oops mom, sorry! sometimes my leg hits you! does that hurt?

But I can feel your  touch..you giggle touching your stomach..hey mom are you talking to me?
I want to reply back..but my words don't reach you mammma..!

Ninth month...! The day that I waited for! I am OUT! he he...the world is so beautiful...even though my eyes are closed..I can feel your warm touch..

But I can hear cries tooo,,,What is it mom? aren't you happy?




Fifth day after my birth!..

I can see every one mamma..but not you! wheres you?

I heard someone say I killed you..! did I ?
You died due to me?
I wish I wasn't born if it was to lose you...
Someone called me bastard?
Don't I have a father?
Is that you in the photograph ? Oh you were so young..
Did you commit suicide?
I don't know anything..all that I know is that I will miss you...And I will never blame you for bringing me into this world!

I am so sorry!