Chintu Talkies

Chapter 1

This is the story of Chintu, a 4th standard boy.  This was the 1st day of school after this exam holidays. He was not at all in the mood to go back to school after a lenghty holiday gap. His father started preparing him for this day a week before it actually commenced as he'll touch the notebooks only if the need arises which was now. In the last week of his holidays, he sat and wrote all the homework which were supposed to be completed over a span of 2 months. It was the last day of his holidays. In english, he was asked to write an essay about any topic of his choice in around 200 words. Not able to decide upon the topic, Chintu asked his father " pa my english teacher has asked me to write an essay, could you just tell me a good topic?" Chintu's father was busy with some office work of his'. As he didnt pay attention to what Chintu said, Chintu raised his voice and called out loudly " Paaaaaa". Then he responded with a "hmmmm tell me". Chintu repeated whatever he said before. Chintu's father responded saying " Write about Republic day". Chintu thought for sometime and again started asking questions like what is republic day? Why celebrated on 26th of Jan??. As and when his father gave answers he came up with plenty more questions like who were the Britishers?? Why they came here?? etc.. not having time and patience to respond to his questions and also anticipating more questions to fly his way, he told "you better write about something which you know already and that you don't need  any help from me as Im very busy and I have an important meeting tomorrow" saying this he went back to his presentation. Chintu came close and pulled his shirt to ask something again, he shouted back saying " I've told you once will not repeat again, always the same problem. Million times I've told you to complete your homework well in advance and then play how much ever you want to. But no, every single time trying to complete everything on the last day. Write some nonsense and go, get scoldings from your teacher then only you'll understand. Your mother left this world happily, putting your responsibility on my head and Im here to suffer with you by my side. I have a meeting tomorrow don't bother me."

Chintu's eyes were filled with tears. Weeping softly, he took his notebook and left the room.He went to the terrace. It was half past 7 in the evening and pretty dark, he just laid down and was looking at the stars. He came down at around 9pm. His father was still busy with his work. He asked his father "pa shall we have dinner?"  There was no response. Chintu, not wanting to get shouted at again. Went to the kitchen took some food in his plate and had dinner. Before going to bed he tried one last time to speak to his father saying "Good night pa". No response to that as well. He then went to his room arranged all his new notebooks in his school bag. His father had already covered all his new notebooks with brown sheet and labelled them. He saw the new pencil box with all new eraser, pencil and pen. There was a smile on his face. He kept everything inside his school bag and went to bed.

The next day, his father woke him up, asking him to get ready for school. Chintu got ready and was having breakfast. His father asked him whether he took everything needed. Chintu nodded "Yes pa". They both started from home, after dropping him at his school, his father went for work. All that was running in his father's head was the big presentation that he had to give. He cared less about everything else.

It was 9pm, Chintu's father reached home. Chintu, usually after school gets the house key from his neighbouring aunty, comes home and stays there all by himself. So by the time his father comes he is there watching cartoons and there was nothing new that day. Chintu's father freshened up and sat next to Chintu as he was engrossed in watching TV. " Full day cartoons!!! All homework done??" asked his father while scanning Chintu's school bag "Yes pa, I completed as soon as I came home". "Not bad Chintu. Good good". He found a new colouring box in Chintu's bag. Saying, "Chintu, I dont remember buying you this" he showed the same to Chintu. 

" No pa, my English teacher gave me."

"Oh as it was the 1st day of school everybody got this is it?" 

" No pa she gave only to me. She told my essay was the best"

"Essay??? Oh yeah you were supposed to write an essay na. I totally forgot."

His father was pleasantly surprised. He was very eager to read it now. Without his help Chintu had written an essay for which he got appreciated as well, that was something difficult to process as Chintu has always been an average student.

Chintu picked up his notebook and showed it to his father. 

"Blanket" was the title, looking at the title his father thought to himself, with so many things to write about why did he write about a blanket and that got him accolades as well. Now he was even more curious.

My Blanket

My blanket is in blue and white colour. It is very soft. It smells great as well. I always hug it and sleep. It is the best blanket in the world. Papa remains busy with work and finds hard to spend time with me so I speak a lot with my blanket though it never replies. The time I spend with my blanket before sleeping is my favourite time of the day. When i go to bed I cover myself with it and start telling it, stories about my whole day. Though it does not say a word I get the feel that it is listening to everything I say. I tell my blanket everything, coming 1st in running race, class fight, the good the bad, everything. As I know it will love me for both. I feel as if Im hugging mama when Im with my blanket, as it was her favourite saree I still can feel her presence and smell her in it. Though at times I wish it responds when I say "I miss you mama" but I guess its ok when free from office work papa talks to me a lot and we have good fun. I miss my mama a lot but Im glad papa is there with me to take care of me. He gets angry at times but its ok, for those times I have my blanket with me. This was my small essay about my favourite blanket.

His father's eyes were filled with tears and had to wipe it away as his vision got completely blurred. He went to the bedroom and found Chintu sleeping on the bed covered in his favourite blanket. He laid next to him, kissed him on his forehead, hugged him tight and started weeping uncontrollably.

Who’s that guy???

People these days are so busy with their work that they don’t get time for themselves, let alone be their family members. Marriage is such an occasion where people get to know and spend time with their relatives after eons. More than the planned events, there are many unplanned and unexpected turn of events that takes place during the occasion but unfortunately we get to see only what is being showcased.

  “I’m getting so bored with these marriages Rhea, every year someone or the other gets married and I don’t even have a boyfriend” said Pooja to her cousin Rhea, her best buddy in the family.
“Who asked you not to date?, keep looking you might find someone in this wedding wearing blue and black just like you” said Rhea. ”I wish” gasped Pooja
“But please, spare Rahul”
“Who is Rahul, is he good looking?” asked Pooja eagerly.
“He is the groom” Rhea couldn’t stop her laughter and she burst out laughing.
“Very funny, you keep making fun I’m going to get married pretty soon”
“Good luck with that” and she continued to laugh.
“I’ll go check on the bride, poor girl she will be bored without me and u keep laughing your way to mental hospital”
Rhea continued laughing. Pissed off with her comments, Pooja stormed out from the vicinity.
She went to the kitchen to have some water. A group of guys were chatting and laughing out loud. “Guys in jeans, so boring. Why can’t they wear something traditional at least for a wedding”, thought she. Had her water and took a 180 degree turn just to spill the remaining water on a guy.In a shocked state, she repeated the word sorry a million times. Looking at her sheer pace the guy got shocked and started consoling her. Both were talking non-stop trying to stop each other. An old lady who was watching this silently came closer to them, snatched the glass from Pooja and dropped it. Both of them not knowing what her intension was, stopped talking and that’s when they noticed that the glass was empty and there was never a drop in it to spill. Both started to laugh till their stomach ached.
 Pooja was with the bride helping her out with her attire, getting ready for sangeet. Rhea entered to check on Pooja as she was getting bored talking to all the oldies. To her surprise Pooja was all smiles and there was no hint of anger on her face.
 Rhea held Pooja’s hand and barged out to one corner of the marriage hall.
“Who? What? When? Where? ” Rhea couldn’t wait for Pooja to answer. Pooja burst out laughing, ”Curious Madam Curie” said she.
“You and your pjs, tell me tell me” Rhea was not the one to stop.
“Yup, I met someone,” saying this she started walking.
 “Dum dum dumakku Dam Dam damakku Dum dum dumakku Dam dam” before Pooja could say anything the music started playing in the background, supposedly that was her introduction for the sangeet. Don’t ask me why and how she got an intro but yes that’s how it was, she was always in limelight more so even than the bride and the groom.
Pooja started running towards the stage. As she went close to the stage she started to lip sync for “Chalka chalkare Khalsi ka paani” simultaneously doing some dance moves,. She entered the stage from the left, palpitating very badly. Everybody’s attention was on Pooja. She even made sure that her attire matched the decorations on the stage. The blue and white drapes totally complemented her attire. Rhea was in one corner watching Pooja perform on stage. A guy came close and stood next to Rhea. He asked Rhea who she was.  With a broad smile on her face she responded “That’s Pooja, our cousin she is always in the limelight. Now she’ll make people regret coming to the wedding, wait and watch”. Dancing to the songs Pooja stepped down from the stage and caught hold of one of her cousin, dragged him to the center stage and started dancing around him. Poor guy didn’t know what to do but maintained a straight face. As soon as she turned to the other side he ran for his life and the crowd exploded with laughter. With mischievous eyes she scanned the crowd and found the kitchen guy. She was awe struck. Previously she didn’t really notice how handsome he was. She didn’t even notice that he was the desi prince charming, wearing a blue black pathani salwar. She managed to share a smile and was glad that he reciprocated. She moved on and this time she held the bride and brought her on stage. The bride maintained her dignified persona with some minimal moves. She again went down doing her dance moves all the way to get the groom as planned but her eyes met with the kitchen guy and this time he seemed to have come much closer. Not only that but she felt like he winked at her. For a second she didn’t know what to do. She started blushing, and forgot where she was but snapped out of it the next minute. She went blank and held the hand of the next guy sitting close to her and half way through everybody started laughing as she was supposed to bring the groom and not his father. She immediately snapped out of it as she heard people laugh and knew that something went wrong. She stopped and without even looking at who it was, fell on his feet and came up with a broad smile. He obviously had to reciprocate the same. After blessing her he went and sat down. She went back to get the groom, and tried hard not to look at that guy. But that didn’t happen. She found him laughing. Just to hide her embarrassment she turned towards the groom who was laughing even badly. Yet she managed to maintain that smile on her face and pulled him by the arm so hardly that he shrieked in pain. The event went on smoothly after that. It was not her first time hosting and definitely not her first time erring.

Everybody was heading towards the dinner hall for some evening snacks. They had planned Sangeet and reception on the same day. After a break the reception was supposed to take place. That is when Rhea started her enquiry as to what exactly happened. Pooja somehow was done with the sangeet but was still thinking about him.  Rhea had to literally shake her out of the dream world to bring her back to her senses.
 “Oh yeah I didn’t tell you. I met a guy in the kitchen, he is so handsome. He was standing there in the corner and I went blank looking at him. He was looking so very handsome. I think I found Mr. Pooja. I think I'll get married to him and have 2 kids. We'll go on world trips together”
"Hey hold on missy. Which corner?” asked Rhea in a strange Sherlock tone.
"What??"
"Which corner was he standing in?"
"The left one from the stage" answered Pooja
"I was standing right there but who are you .... oh my god OMG" after saying this she started laughing so loudly that all those having dinner looked up. Pooja didn’t know how to respond and she literally covered her face. Rhea couldn’t stop her laughter and she said
"Hey he is our cousin Rohit.”
“What???”
“Ya remember? Your mom was talking about Rekha aunty from America”
“Holy crap”

Pooja was helping the bride get ready for the reception.
Rhea came looking for some rose water and asked Pooja about the same but she was rather upset and disappointed that her fairy tale love story ended before it even started.
“Heyyyyy Pooja” said she loudly and whispered “In dreams with your brother?”
Pooja literally grunted and asked “What do you want?“
“Rose water” said Rhea in a rather submissive tone.
“It is there in the 2nd drawer, take and leave.” Lashed out Pooja
 “What did I do?” asked Rhea in a sober tone and had no option but to leave.
She left the room with rose water. Pooja, once done with the makeup and stuff accompanied the bride to the stage. After making her sit in the center stage, Pooja went down and sat in the 1st row next to Rhea. Her mom came rushing and asked Pooja to accompany her.
“Just now I sat down” thought she, not interested in the wedding anymore.
Her mom held her and started moving fast and so did Rhea . She went and stopped next to a group of people
“Hey Rekha, this is my daughter Pooja and Pooja this is my cousin Rekha from US"
“Oh snap it’s that America aunty” thought Pooja
“Oh my god, you have grown so much. Hey I saw her when she was 3. She was wearing nothing but an underwear, look at her now, baby in an undie to lady in a saree” guffawed Rekha and more to Pooja’s dismay everyone joined her, making Pooja uncomfortable to the core. Pooja was so irritated and embarrassed but maintained that smile and thought to herself.
“Ya right, 23 years later you see me and what do u expect me to wear, stupid aunty. I’m going to kill my mom” raged Pooja in her head so loudly that people could have actually heard her thoughts.
She started looking here and there as she couldn’t hold on to that smile for long.
“Wait I’ll introduce you to my son” Rekha started scanning the crowd.
“Rohitttt”
“Oh my god noooo” thought Pooja to avoid further embarrassment, she didn’t want to look at that handsome face again.
“I’ll get him aunty” said Rhea and went close as he was chatting with a group of guys in a distance. 
“Hey Pooja, don’t mistake me I was just kidding” said Rekha with a sheepish smile.
Pooja just smiled, cursing Rekha in her head.
“Here he comes, this is Rohit my son”
Pooja turned to her right and there he was smiling at her. Her face blossomed like a lotus with utter bliss.
“Hi Pooja, nice to meet you” said Rohit and she replied “Hey Rohit, trust me it’s a pleasure meeting you. Nice red shirt by the way” with total enthusiasm.
 Pooja, all of a sudden transformed from a damsel in distress to a lady full of bliss. Rhea who was watching the whole drama didn’t understand what was going on.
Pooja excused herself and moved out of that place holding Rhea’s hand. She was looking here and there searching for something.
Rhea couldn’t figure out what was going on. Before she could say anything Pooja stopped and pointed her finger at something. Rhea looked there. She looked back at Pooja, silence prevailed for few seconds and both started laughing like crazy.
Pooja had pointed to the guy in blue and black. Smitten for sure, the guy was still smiling at her and yes he winked again.

Why do I write???

Why do I write?

Why do I want to write?

Is it a feeling that can’t be explained?

Or Is it an emotion that can't be contained?

Is it a tool that gives wings to fly?

Or Is it so cool that you get a license to pry, into the known delving to the unknown

Why do I write?

Why do I want to write?

Is it the power, is it the control?

Is it the supreme nature that tends to unfold?

Is it the liberation, is it the sovereignty?

Or is it the state of being a supreme Deity?

I feel alive, I feel blessed

when I see beauty in what the world detests.

I know no boundaries, I have no constraint

Nothing to refrain not one to restrain.

I feel happy I feel potent
Writing my heart out to the full extent.
This is why I write
This is why I want to write.

An affair to remember

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A glass plate shatters on the wall, two people facing each other with hatred in their eyes as if they were about to murder each other. Rani walks past Raj, with no sign of pain she moves just to slam the door hard trying to express distress.
     Rani on the phone with Reema "Could I please stay with you for some days?"
Reema welcomes Rani with open arms comforting her while she sobs. They sit outside with a cup of tea when Rani starts to comprehend what exactly happened before even saying anything to Reema.

This has been going for a while now. Raj is out on business trips quite often and he is unable to spend much time with Rani. She is an understanding wife indeed. Whatever little time he had they'll spend together in the best way possible. Be it watching a favorite movie of theirs or having a romantic outing. They didn't have anything to gain as far as Rani is concerned as she just wanted her hubby to spend more time with her. On the other hand Raj wanted to earn more so that they can have a better lifestyle. This went on for a while till Rani started suspecting that may be Raj is having an affair.


Rita was Raj's new assistant who used to travel with Raj for every business trip. Raj was all praise for her. Rita is a girl who is very charming or rather astute. Raj once told Rani about a client meeting which went sour after hours of discussion. Rita, the shrewd girl she is offered to have a discussion with the client and cracked the deal out of nowhere. Rani didn't have any comments to share but she sure had her doubts.

Ravi had come down to their place to share some files with Raj. Rani was in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. Rani being the nice person she is offered him coffee and informed Ravi that Raj is out for a business meeting. Ravi was a bit puzzled and was not aware of the meeting that she was talking about.

The other day the had a house party where in all of Raj's colleagues were invited. That's when Rani saw Rita for the first time. Rani was taken aback by her deep cleavage and backless avatar. Rita sure made a mark not a good one though. She was as lively as a kitten. She was least bothered about the groping eyes or rather she wanted to get noticed. Any publicity is good publicity is what Rani heard Rita saying and laughing out loud while Rani frowned upon.

Rani didn't like Rita and wanted to express the same to Raj by some means so that he fires her. But Rani sure knows that she has impressed not one but all and not only that she lately has doubts about the closeness between Raj and Rita.

Rani, a few days later when Raj informs her about a weekend business meeting, Rani makes it a point that she is out on the lookout for something fishy and so decides to follow Raj. Rani had arranged an autorikshaw guy for this pursuit. As expected Raj picks up Rita from her place and they head towards an unprecedented direction. Rani, shattered by the deroute of plans wanted to confront them come what may. Their car entered a beach resort, Rani asks the Auto guy to wait and follows them inside.
As expected they enter a room and close the behind. Rani on the other hand enquires with the receptionist. After few minutes she rushes back to the auto and leaves the place with tears in her eyes.
She returns home and shuts the door picks up their marriage photo and starts crying badly.

Two days later, Raj asks Rani to get ready so that they can go out to a friend's place. Rani just looks at his face and looks away when he returns the favor. She wears a nice shiffon saree still having tears in her eyes. Raj wears a tuxedo looking all handsome. He asks her to sit in the car while he locks the door. Raj enquires Rani as to why her eyes are red but she brushes it off saying something got into her eyes. They start from home, on the way Raj calls someone and what Rani hears is "Oh snap". He tells her that they are not home and so "we'll go to someplace else". Rani keeps mum.

It's a long drive, and they finally reach a place. A secluded one where in there is a path leading to a well decorated candle lit dinner table with lovely music. Rani looking at this hugs Raj and starts crying badly with Raj not knowing what went wrong hugs her tight consoling her saying  "its alright".

Rita was with Raj helping him out to get a gift decide the location, finalise decorations etc etc... for their anniversary which Rani got to know on the very day she followed them.

Nice ending but...  ya ya coming to the part where they fought. That was because Raj had painted the wall Grey without asking Rani. Lol yeah she is a drama queen.

No marriage is devoid of misunderstandings. We fight for simple things but what we have to remember or rather remind ourselves is the wonderful moments that we spent together feeling nothing but each other's warmth.

Life isn't as simple as we think it is. At the same time definitely not as complicated as we perceive it to be.

Never let the spark die, thats what keeps us going.

Poem

What's a poem?

Keeps me wondering

or rather awaiting a rendering

of an expert portraying a mystic wandering

Is it

lyrical beauty with complexity?

or is it

Rhyme with  apt felicity?

or rather

Huge vocabulary with a pinch of absurdity?

Not one but many interpretation

Very few living up to my expectation

Here I am with my explanation

Expression with a lot of exuberation

Its just an abstract with nothing intact

flowing through your heart

not thinking past

just relishing the art,

expressing my thought here I am

with a proem for the lovely poem.

 

Rani Mukherjee

The queen of hearts

The sweet of tarts

ever so pretty

finesse and gritty

millions of hearts filled with love only for her the mighty Aphrodite

Just a glance enough to kill

Hazel eyes, where the beauty lies

Her hair, oh my! what a flair

Wonder why beauty took eons to descend

From heaven or well above.

Have no words to express my love

for the lady who deserves nothing but WOW.

Blog revival

Be it anything and everything You'll have to start at the very point where you left it. Clear in mind with a better thought process here I am kick starting my dear blog after a really long time. Feeling elated or rather Ecstatic.

Why I started this blog ? To express myself.
Why I stopped blogging ? Too many dishes in my platter.

Confused is what I was days, months, years together not knowing what I really have to do. Tried to be Jack of all trades just to realize you'll never be master of even one. Mental stability is what was lacking. Not literally :P but still.

 Many of us go through this phase I believe. All I really want to say is that. Do what your heart desires, do what gives you happiness, why think further and bother yourself.

Love as pleasant as it does first starts from within. We as people should learn to love ourselves. I love me when I'm satisfying me or rather when I complete me. That completeness is something which you get only when you love what you do and do stuff that you love to do. In my case had too many affairs to take care of.

I really want to embark on this very journey just to make myself happy hoping for nothing but a soul stirring ecstatic feel.