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.


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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 :)

BLAST OFF.....

BLASTsss......

Not a new story at alll....
Its just like another daily affair for every Mumbaikar.....
Since the last 18 years...terror attacks 
A regular news to the ears of every Mumbaikar...
A regular sight to every mumbians...

Its as if you get out of your home for work in the morning biding bye to the loved ones...and your dead body awaits them in the evening


Our hearts weep for a span of time...later the life goes on...
The memories fade...but the injury still remains...

The 1993 blasts.....killed more than 250 ,,injuring
around 700
The July 11 2006 blasts was the worst when seven
major places in Mumbai were attacked...
The 2008 terror mishap....unforgettable for every
Mumbaikar


We just complaint about Kasab being not hanged to death...
We complaint about the Pakistan governments inactivity....

What else do we do???
and there,,, we tend to forget it all until we have another blast in the city as a remainder..

To remind us.........
"THAT MUMBAI IS NOT YET FREE FROM THE CLUTCHES OF THESE EVILS..."

Yes of course,,,now the post blast happenings are quite clear...
There will be strict security checking at almost every nook and corner...
Every other common man will be have his bag snatched and checked again and again by the cops..

My question is which terrorist will dare to enter a city where the blasts recently occurred..then what is the use of strengthening the security measures during the post blast scenario....????
if the security needs to be strengthened...keep it strong always...throughout the year


At one side Kasab's birthday is celebrated bursting blasts in mumbai...whereas at the other side...Indian judiciary is trying its level best to let Kasab live longer...

Leave Kasab to the mumbaikars...
Let us ,The Mumbaikars take the decision...
Why do we need to think upon the punishment to be assigned to Kasab...
??????????????

ITS QUITE CLEAR THAT HE IS AN ENEMY...RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LIVES OF MANY A INDIANS...THE BEST HE CAN AFFORD IS DEATH

So now many Facebook updates will express rage..
Many a twitterians will tweet the anger...
Many satyagrahis will starve against terrorism.....

But who??? who is to act???
Who is to invoke the government of our country...that its tooo late..to act

Where are the ample amounts of crores being used in the defence and security of the country???

IS THIS WHAT WE GET IN A COUNTRY WHERE THE DEFENCE SECTOR HAS ALL THE MONET INN???

DON'T WE EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE SAFE??

SUPERstitious ME

When you get A LEG FRACTURED,, there are many advicers around you,

"you should stop walking...." !!!

"better use a wheelchair"!!!!

"Look before you walk" !!!

When the doctor demonstrated about twisted muscles, I wished I learnt biology in College.

And this was the most funniest advice,,,

"did you cross over a mirchi limbu???"

err..?? how can a mirchi limbu fracture my leg???

"yes it can ,, u know one of my friend got oral cancer since he spitted on limbu mirchi"

oh..really.....thank God he didnt piss over it...u donno Indian men can make almost any place a public toilet.

"joke aside,,, im serious... "
"me too"....I gigged and settled myself on the bed....taking care of my broken leg.

"no..no...dont sit on the pillow...."
I jumped over,, hurting my leg...I thought there was a cockroach and she's warning me.

"sitting on pillow will reduce the income of the family,,debts will increase"
eh???? No yaar .... thats what old people say. This saying was an idea to avoid people sitting on pillow.
To stop pillows from flattening...."

no...don't shake your legs...its harmful"
ha yaar,, i know,,,but this leg is fine it is the other tleg that hurts

no,,, if you shake legs while seated on a bed...its a sin
no...that was an idea to stop the spitoons fall. Old men used to keep their spitoons below the bed for easy access. And if anyone shakes their leg,,it may cause the spit to spread over the floor!!

see,,,,you'r so silly......that's why you are suffering.You dont believe in God.
I do believe in God,,,,but my faith is not blind

you'll get to know when you'll suffer
"isnt this a suffering???". I said as I lifted my fractured leg.....

"so you have any plans...why don't we use this limbu mirchi techniques on the terrorists....it will save Indian money spend on defence.."
you dont have common sense........

no... my sense is not common,,its extra ordinary. Can we adjust with sixth sense...???.My refrigerator has it.










Thus she continued with more superstitious theories an I kept on rationalizing them.....
If you have an oldie in your home , then every problem has a evil effect...

oops... its strange when your fractured leg itches.