Wandering scribbler..

I suffocate at poetry. Loving you made me write poems and now there is just silence.

 Tum marksheet ke anko mei ho Ya dosto k ठट्ठे में हो Maazi ki yaado me ho Ya bhavishya ke sapno mei ho Prativadi morche mei ho Ya saal bharke kharche mei ho Gita, bible, quran mei ho Ya sache prem ki uran mei ho Raste ke bhuke bacho mei ho Ya rangin husn mei doobi mehfilo mei ho Bus aur train ke dhakke khate safar mei ho Ya roz ke kaam ki naakaami bhari thakawat mei ho Zindagi ke chote mote parajay mei ho Ya nirasha bhari khamoshi mei ho Tum hindu muslim isayi mei ho ya unke khoon ke pyaase atankwaadi mei ho Safed mei ho ya saanvle mei ho Ya unke beech ke gaade bhure mei ho Tum zameen mei ho ya aasmaan mei ho Ya chote 1 kamre mei basayi grihasthi mei ho Taaze khoon ke rang mei ho ya abhi bahayi huyi asthi mei ho Tum kis kis ki baato mei ho? Tum ansu ki boond mei ho Tum khud ki khoj mei ho Tum khud ki soch mei ho Tum aj aur kal mei ho Tum aadi ho aur anth mei ho

The third continuation of the fictional story : The beast called father. This is the 1st and 2nd chapter: 1st -  http://memoriesinrain.blogspot.in/2015/02/beast-called-father.html 2nd  -  http://memoriesinrain.blogspot.in/2015/02/amma-and-her-peacock-blue-sari.html Why does amma suffer so much? why can't she leave the beast?  Everyone in school has a father, who takes them to zoos and amusement parks. He tells them stories and brings gifts for them on their birthday. Why can't he have all that? He dint want to tell amma all this and hurt her, he looked up to the sky and wondered. The clouds were the only one he could trust.  The summer holidays were going on, he spent most of the time on the terrace. Amma used to get irritated by his behaviour sometimes, when he got late for lunch or breakfast. She never understood what he did the whole day on the terrace. Bablu the boy in the next house often came on his terrace to fly kites. Biplob hate...

"Did you do the maths assignment?" Biplob asked Prakash who was sitting beside him in the school bus, chewing on a packet of salted peanuts.  "Yes i did 8 of them, Appa did the rest." he laughed. "Ohh.."  Biplob looked out of the window as the bus stopped at a traffic signal. A Maruti Esteem stopped near the bus.  Biplob looked with disbelief his face stuck to the window, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was their car.  H e saw his father in the back seat of their black Maruti Esteem with a woman. She looked pretty, her face was glowing, she was thinner than amma. His father's had one hand on her shoulder. He looked different with her than he looked at home Biplob thought.. ------ He got home that day after school to find amma wearing her favourite peacock blue sari and silver bangles, combing her waist long hair. He wanted to tell her about what he saw on his way to school today. "Amma where are you going?" "Baba is t...

He was sleeping in amma's lap when he heard a stamping sound from outside, he adjusted slightly covering his head with the end of amma's sari. Suddenly the loud sound of someone banging the door woke him up, amma got up to open the door. He knew who it was he held the end of his mother's sari tightly as if asking her not to leave. She turned towards him and slowly freed it from his clutched wrist and touched his forehead asking him to sleep. He sat on the end of the bed looking at an ant scurrying away in his red floored room, his feet hanging down. "You wretched woman, what took you so long"  "Please speak softly Biplob is awake" she pleaded. "You bitch how dare you speak to me like this..I will break your face if you say that to me again" he shouted and threw his shoes across the room "Please don't say such words Biplob is growing up now", she said picking up the shoe which fell near her. "You will not understand l...

I had written a post titled Hokkolorob , i would like to inform all of you that : Justice was done. The VC (now ex)  of Jadavpur University was removed.  ( On  September 17th the peacefully protesting students were brutally assaulted both by police and the local goons on the orders of their respected VC. Women protesting there were assaulted and molested. 40 students had to be hospitalized, and 38 were arrested! ) And as Kolkata raised its voice in Kolorob it showed us all that we're not all apathetic, we too can unitedly raise our voice for a cause. Anyway I'm gradually becoming this unapologetic, careless, forgetful person.! Yes this is my excuse for not updating my now dead blog! So readers(I wonder if there are any left?) this is a sincere apology from the bottom of my dark demented heart for not writing anything. Well! the year that just passed was one helluva year and praise the lord i got out of it very much alive and kicking! We've got home...

Somewhere in between regularity, impropriety and struggling to keep up with this world.. I grew up.