You Have What You Ask For

True Story

Mrs Kamini, a widowed lady well into her seventies hated the feminine gender. She had two sons one of whom had died in an accident. Kamini Devi’s husband, a merchant by profession had also left for his heavenly abode a few years ago after being diagnosed with brain tumour. Kamini Devi had maintained that no daughters were born in her family as they are an unnecessary burden and she used hacks to procure male children both for herself and her daughter-in-law Sheetal.

Kamini had found herself a beautiful and dutiful daughter-in-law for her only son who was serving in the Indian Army. While her son Manish was stationed in different parts of the country, Kamini and Sheetal lived in East Delhi at their ancestral home. Within a year of marriage, Sheetal gave birth to a baby boy. Kamini named him Amoolya. Kamini treated Sheetal like her daughter. They shopped, watched movies and cooked together. Kamini couldn’t stop raving about the beauty and impeccable manners of her daughter-in-law. They were privy to each other’s little secrets. Amoolya had started going to play school and was growing well under the care and nurturance of his grandmother and mother.

Everything was going as per Kamini’s wishes till a deadly pandemic turned everything upside down.

Sheetal was pregnant a second time, and Kamini had made sure that even this time it would be a boy. Sheetal was given utmost care during this critical period. However, inspite of all precautions, the entire family contracted the Corona Virus disease and before they could realise it, it was too late. Although Kamini and Amoolya recovered, when Sheetal was taken to the haspital, her lungs were 90 percent impaired. The doctors performed C-Section and pulled out the baby one-and-a-half months before the due delivery date as both the lives of the mother and child were under threat. Sheetal was put on ventilator support and breathed her last 10 days later.

The newborn infant thankfully survived and was doing well.

Kamini Devi hated girls and had a soft corner for boys. God granted both her wishes by giving her two healthy grandsons and taking away with him her daughter-in-law( who was more like a daughter to her.)

Ghazal

आपके प्यार में दिल दिवाना हुआ

इस गली में तेरा जब से आना हुआ

सोजे उल्फत की राहों में गुमनाम था

अब तो महफ़ूज़ उसका ठिकाना हुआ

तुम मिले हमनबां तो लगा यूँ हमें

पंछियों का नए सुर में गाना हुआ

जो घंटा मेह बन के बरसता न था

बे मौसम बारिशों का जमाना हुआ

फ़र्ज़ इतना जो मुझपे इनायत करम

सर इबादत में उसके झुकाना हुआ

मेरा कुछ भी नहीं मुझमें बाक़ी रहा

मेरा अब तो सभी कुछ तुम्हारा हुआ

Dear Daughter!

You came for the holidays

You rang in laughter and merriment

Long lull and silence crept in

after you went.

Only a year apart

There were times we have been together

It has been a pill hard to swallow

That you are now a mere visitor

Only some while ago

You were eensy-weensy like pixies and elves

Now you can make it to the

Tallest corners and topmost shelves!

May you win accolades

Or even if u don’t it’s fine

All you need to win us over

Is with your beguiling smile.

I remember your cherubic face

Covered in mud

Like a little flower

Peeping out of it’s bud!

I was baffled by your questions

Your ifs and buts

With your wild shenanigans

You drove me nuts!😇

How I secretly wish

That time would return,

But time flies out of our hands

Like a desperate bird.

I wish you the moon and the sun

I wish you shooting stars

I wish u dusts of silver and gold

Straight from pixie jars!

Your beautiful fragrance comes across as

Coffee freshly brewed,

May you get all that you ask for

May all your wishes come true.

There was a time

When you lead a protected, guarded life

Now is the time to crawl out of your cuccoon

And become a butterfly!

Manjari

मेरा बचपन

पहले AC नहीं हुआ करते थे

पर अब गर्मी ज़्यादा लगती है

पहले सुविधाएँ कम थी

अब कमी ज़्यादा लगती है

पंगत में खाने का मजा बेहिसाब था

वो खाना तो होटलों से भी लाजवाब था

मुँह से ज़्यादा क़मीज़ पर होते थे जिनके दाग़

याद आता है अब भी बचपन के उन आमों का स्वाद

मम्मी पापा का करते थे हम जितना ख़ौफ़

नाना-नानी के घर में अपना ही चलता था रौब

नानी-दादी के क़िस्से सुन कल्पना उड़ान भरने लगी

हवाई सफ़र की सुविधा है पर दूरियाँ अब बढ़ने लगीं

महाभारत और रामायण सुन-सुन कर बड़े हुए

नई पीढ़ी के संस्कार दिखते हैं सब धरे हुए

दूरदर्शन के गिने-चुने कार्यक्रमों से मन जाता था बहल

आजकल के लोग तो बस ख़ाली चैनल रहे बदल

दवा इलाज की कमी नहीं है फिर भी रोगी ज़्यादा हैं

बाज़ारें लैस सामानों से और उनके भोगी ज़्यादा हैं

गली-मोहल्ला, रिश्ते नाते थे सुख -दुख के भागीदार

रिश्तों की मिठास खो गयी अब हर रिश्ता बन बैठा व्यापार

बड़े चाव से देहरी पर हम गन्ने चूसा करते थे

बिना गिनती किये हुए रसगुल्ले ठूँसा करते थे

पक्की दोस्ती थी मेरी बहती नाक वाले राजू से

मेरी नाक भी बह ज़ाया करती थी आजू-बाजू से

पहले संयुक्त परिवार थे अब अकेलापन ज़्यादा है

वक्त नहीं मिलता था पहले अब पागलपन ज़्यादा है

सुख-साधन की कमी थी फिर भी मन लग जाता था

किसी चीज की कमी नहीं अब फिर भी मन घबराता है

गोरा काला, जाति-धर्म का भेद तो हमने न जाना

अब जितनी नफ़रत कभी न देखी है हमने न सुना

कहाँ गए वो दिन जब बच्चियाँ आँगन बेख़ौफ़ खेला करती थी

सच कहती हूँ दोस्तों अब वो बात पहले वाली रही नहीं

चंदा मामा से मेरी जब हो ज़ाया करती थी अनबन

हो सके तो लौटा दो मुझको मेरा वो भोला बचपन

कुछ नहीं बचा

सुना है किसी की औलाद गुज़र गई

कुछ ही पल में उसकी कायनात उजड़ गई

सुना है किसी का दामाद गुज़र गया

नई-नवेली उस दुल्हन का सुहाग उजड़ गया

किसी ने वो खोया जो कमाता था रोज़ी- रोटी

किसी ने बाप खोया तो किसी ने बेटी

इस मर्ज ने न अमीरी देखी न फ़क़ीरी

लोगों ने तड़प तड़प कर साँस तोड़ी

न इसने बूढ़ा देखा न जवान

हर एक को बनाया अपना निशाँ

इस मर्ज ने ढाया है क़हर ग़ज़ब

न तेरा मुल्क देखा न मेरा मज़हब

किसी को दवा नहीं मिल रही किसी को साँसें

हर तरफ़ कब्र खुदें है हर तरफ़ जल रही लाशें

नदी में लावारिस लाशें तैरती

आह भरती चीखती पुकारती

कहीं खुल न जाए नेताओं की पोल

बीमारी की जाँचे और आँकड़े हुए गोल

गौर करना जितना होगा तन पर कपड़ा उजला

उतना ही होगा मन मैला

ये नेता करते बातों से चोट पर चोट

इन्हें समझ आता है सिर्फ़ नोट और वोट

सुना है उस की भी निकली मय्यत

जो मर्ज की देता था औरों को नसीहत

जब उसका इल्म और तजुर्बा न बचा सकी उसकी जान

तो हम नाचीज़ फिर होते हैं कौन

हाथों से रेत सी फिसलती ज़िंदगी

बेपरवाह चलते एक मोड़ पर थम सी गई

Smile😊

A virus

so infectious

It cripples

by an attack so subtle

And replicates

faster than supersonic jet

but no contagion

is more fast spreading

than a cheerful disposition

so don’t be sissy

breathe easy

any debility or disease

a smile can defeat

If a malady

can be deadly

a smile will

take you miles

go flex some facial muscles

and beat that rascal

the battle is clearly won

for those that smile more often!

Sher

हमने फिर मुड के देखा उसे जो सब पीछे छुट गया

जब से कोरोना हुआ है यारों इंसानों से भरोसा उठ गया

Good Morning🌺

The Unhelping Profession

I was filling up the FYBA (First Year BA) form of Mumbai University. I was studying at the prestigious Sophia College and was mystified about which subject to choose from the array of options. Sister Fila Lobo prompted me to pick Psychology which I ticked hurriedly and which also went on to become my area of specialisation or Major in the TYBA (Third Year BA.) It turned out to be the biggest omission of my life. Below I would like to recount a few reasons as to why this is so:

Firstly, in my country, NGOs or other organisations manned by psychologists deal with problems personal in nature day in and day out on a daily basis with makes them apathetic to the issues faced by the people. The Psychologists or shrinks (Psychiatrists) become hard hearts which colours their ability to see people’s problems squarely. They are able to help people from low socioeconomic backgrounds like women whose husbands are drunkards, don’t earn and beat their wives for example, but they are unable to look through the hypocrisies of the middle class. The result is unsatisfied and frustrated clients.

Secondly, in the discipline of Psychology we are taught that a normal person is one who follows “norms” or socially appropriate or approved behaviour. This idea promotes herd mentality and implies that if u follow the crowd, no matter right or wrong, you are “normal” with total disregard for virtue and integrity.

I find the tenets of this discipline virtually flawed.

I have helped many in need and shall continue to do so and I believe that one doesn’t need a degree in Psychology and Psychiatry to do so. All we require is feelings of empathy which 99% of the people from the above disciplines lack.