Story telling – Bhole Firangi

I have been writing stories for a while now but its so much fun to have an audience who would want to hear your stories! Here the link of my story telling

For all the house wives

It was a nostalgic experience for me, when I picked up this Hindi magazine called “Grahshobha”. I remember how all the aunties of my neighborhood would share their winter special issue to get new designs of sweaters or the summer ones for some cool shake recipe.
So here I am very excited to read these magazines after decades.
I went through some pages; nothing has changed same kind of stories about extra marital affairs and young love stories. After reading some second hand filmi gossips, I was getting bored with the book, when a column related to personal problem caught my eye. To find something interesting I started reading it, and then I realize Oh my God! What is this…? What are these people feeding to naïve housewives … No wonder house wives are not strong enough to fight back? So here it was, a woman’s query about her husband who drinks every night, want to have intercourse with her wife every night and does not like her food, she does not want to have sex with her husband so regularly and also feels that since her parents are no more, and her husband mistreats her.
Poor lady in hope of finding some helps is writing to this magazine and what magazines replies, “Take your husband to some rehab (as if he is sitting there to go to a rehab) and do not stop him from having sex, it’s his right… yes you read it correct…  do not stop him… it’s his right

Yes my friends, the magazine is telling poor woman to submit to marital rape, and to all the woman who must be reading this magazine to submit to a crime.
I can imagine it’s not that easy to be revolutionary and tell the women to go to police because even police might not help or one cannot expect some house wife to suddenly become Jhansi ki rani (a warrior queen) and fight against her husband and then to society for making it a big issue.
But I am surprised that the magazine could not think of some easy solutions like, just tell your husband that I am not willing to do this or at least let him know what you feel… in place of total submission. Or since he is already drunk, let him sleep and finish your house hold work, its better to save yourself then being a victim Or talk to your husband when he is sober. Or give some helpline number for woman.

This magazine is more than 25 years old and I am sure thousands of women must be reading this magazine… For such a huge readership we do not even have a system to check on literature like this, to critically approve the content.

No wonder, thousands of the household harassment cases are never reported. Dear Ladies, just accept it, if you raise your voice, your so called social honor will be at stake, your parents will not be able to keep their head up and imagine what will your children think about you? You are meant to be harassed by everyone, be it your husband or society. And that’s what all the literature tells you… Be it Manusamhita, written ages ago or Grahshobha, printing every month.

देवता (Deity )

(The post has been translated in English below, by the author itself.)

हम लोग जब भी आपस में बैठते थे तो, देवताओं की बातें ज़रूर होती.
ये देवता वो नहीं जो मुकुट और पीले वस्त्र पहनकर हाथों से दिव्य किरने छोड़ते हैं.
ये देवता वो थे जो हम सबने देखे थे, कभी न कभी.


Whenever we used to sit together, we would talk about the deities.
Unlike the Gods, who wear crowns and yellow material, beaming lights all over the place, these Deities were different, these were the ones whom we have seen, at one point of time in our life.

Translation, from the Narrative in illustration.

– “My sister looked up at the window…and”
“It was smiling…heeeeee, without a sound. Its teeth were big”
– “What…? I mean who was it?”
– “Narsingh”
“Its their village- deity, they have not prayed it no… so it used to come again and again”
– “Then? is it bad?”
– “No man! deities are suppose to protect, but you have to pray them, time to time.”

ओम दर ब दर

एक किस्से को हमने
देखा इस कदर
की गोल- गोल घूमती
रेखाएं गयी बिफर

है फिकर जो मेंढको की
तू नौजवां बेसबर …
ये दास्ताँ-ए-इश्क है
के है हर रोज़ की खबर
गायत्री मंत्र है ऐसा
तू जप निरंतर निडर

रोज की बात नहीं पर
रोजाना की है डगर
अगर मगर और नहीं
रे ओम दर ब दर
ओम दर ब दर

“Om dar ba dar”  is a cult film, which took years to be recognized by its people.
When I first watched this film in my 2nd year of collage in auditorium, I could not understand a thing in it. I was very surprised why people appreciate it or its only for some cool kind of people who understand meaning beyond ordinary.
After some time I saw some more films from all around the world and got familiar with different kind of story telling.
For me, story telling is like mathematics. Most of the people deal with only basics of it, but there is much more to it, there is algebra, trigonometry,calculus and many other higher forms to reached “hence proved” one has to assume something and create calculations out of nowhere.

Bhojpuri and Politics (भोजपुरी और राजनीती )

ये संभव है की आगे लिखी जाने वाली बातों में से कोई भी बात इसके शीर्षक पर न जाए. परन्तु पढ़ने वाले यदि इक रोमांचक घटना से दो- चार होना चाहते हैं तो आँखे गडाये रखें.

It is quite possible that the following text might not have any relation with it’s Title. But if the reader wishes to know of a very adventurous tale, keep reading.

मुंबई- जुलाई की भयानक बरसात
मैं लिंकिंग रोड बांद्रा के पास ट्रेफिक जाम में फँसी हुई हूँ.
मेरे चारो ओर खड़े लोग इतेजार में है की कहीं से थोडा आगे निकलने का मुका मिल जाए.

Mumbai- July- Raining cats and dogs
I am stuck in traffic jam somewhere close to linking road , Bandra.
Everyone around me is waiting for the next vehicle to move a little so they get a little space…

आमतौर पर मैं रिक्शा के  बायीं ओर हि बैठती हूँ, घुसने और उतरने में आसानी रहती है… मैंने अपनी दाईं ओर नोटिस किया इक कार ( जोकि स्कोर्पियो से थोड़ी छोटी और संत्रो से थोडा बड़ी थी) बड़े मज़े से हिले जा रही है. त्रफ्फिक थोडा आगे बढ़ा और कार थोडा आगे हो ली… सलेटी रंग चढ़े कांच…इक खाते पीते घर का आदमी नाचने कि कोशिश कार रहा है… हाथो को हवा में उठाये ज़ूम रहा है… त्रफ्फिक जाम कि वजह से फैले तनाव से उसका कोई लेना देना नहीं… मैं सोचा ” बड़ा गजब आदमी है यार”.

Normally I sit on the left side of rickshaw, it’s easy to get in and out… I noticed on my right, a car (smaller then Scorpio and bigger then Santro) is shaking … Traffic moves a little ahead and the car moves in front of me… Gray tinted glasses… one healthy man kind of dancing come shaking… his hands in the air… completely unaware of the tension of traffic jam outside…

मुझे लगा हो न हो ये ज़रूर कोई छेत्रीय कलाकार होगा जोकि अपने डांस कि तैय्यारी में लगा है… टीवी कलाकार या फिल्म अभिनेता…उसके कार से भोजपुरी सा लगने वाला कोई गाना सुने दे  रहा था… गाना इतना तेज कि चारों ओर के वाहनों कि चिल्लपों को धता बता दे.

I thought this guy must be some local tv actor or film actor since i could figure out from the tune, music being bhojpuri. I thought he is rehearsing or something….music was so loud that it actually gave a tough competition to the honking autos and cars.

मैं इस सब विचारों में मग्न थी कि त्रफ्फिक थोडा आगे बढ़ा… मैंने देखा कि कार के पिछवाड़े में वी आय पी लिखा है, और तिरंगे के बीच में इक राजनितिक प्रतीक मुझे टाटा कार रहा है.
मान गए भाई, अपने देश कि राजनीती… भय्या लोग नहीं पसंद लेकिन  भोजपुरी गाने पर तो सरे आम नाच हो जाये…

Then slowly the traffic moves and I see a V.I.P.  written on the back of car and a political hand with tricolour waving at me. Wow … Politics can dance in any tune at any time…i say

Visual Poetry

“Some stories can not be written

Some songs can not be sung

Some thoughts can not be real
When life takes a full circle, frangments make sense as one”
for more illustrations go to : 

Best Boy-Friend

By the name of the post it looks like I am going to open a secret about my or someone else’s personal life. Keep reading and I guarantee a fun ride.
First time abroad, I was very excited. I got thrilled about everything. Even a normal aluminum box to keep breads, would made me go wow!!! My host organization had provided everything to me. I had a nice room to stay and good food was given on time. Last but not least I had a personal guide to take me around Holland. What more I could have asked for?
So I had this very sweet guy called Merjin taking me around the Holland. Since I was in a foreign land, I was doubtful about the people around me, I doubt men in my country as well 😉 nowhere is safe… and we all know that strangers are dangerous (lame one ;)). Although I was quite comfortable in this new place {I am not kidding it was much better to be there than some of India’s metro cities…no towns…no villages…okay chuck it…I do not feel safe anywhere…something is wrong with me…oh yaa…I am a girl…phew!!! Nothing is wrong with me…it’s all wrong around me}, still I could feel that, I have to be careful, roaming around with a man (this is the epic tragedy of a female brain, when you are alone, you want somebody to be with you and when somebody is with you, the worry is that this somebody should not take your advantage…phew….
Apart from anyone doing any harm to me, I was very cautious about not giving any signals to my guide which might make him interested in me. And why that? No it’s not that I am racist about white people but it was not in my to-do list. I did not come to Holland to date somebody, that to just for 2 weeks… However the company of a guy (A MAN) in an unknown place is a security in itself, I must admit. Actually in any place, it’s good.

So, we took a train from Den Haag and got down at Amsterdam. It was like a dream come true. AMSTERDAAAM. Everyone had given me advice back in Ahmedabad, about this place (none of them have gone there :P) and the ‘THINGS’ I must try here (wink wink**).
While walking out from the station, Merjin asked me,”Do you have a boyfriend?”
I thought, Ohh shitt!!! Why is he asking me this? Should I say yes, and what if he likes me, than he might not be so helpful…or should I say no, then he might flirt with me…ohh gawddd…he must have noticed that I am not getting any calls and messages on my phone regularly…also I am enjoying myself so much that, it does not seem that I miss somebody…shhhee..Should I behave a little nostalgic from now onwards…and blah blah blah…god knows how many questions with their answers came in mind with the blink of an eye.
Finally, I said, “No”. “Why are you asking?”.”Do you have any girlfriend?” I asked in one breath.
“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”
{ohh shit…why}
“I have a boyfriend”, he said and blushed.
“Ohh great!!!” {What the hell!!! He is a gay…wooow…and I was thinking all sorts of things…ohh gowwddd… I am with a gay guy…ohhh shitt…nooo…this is great…now I see, he is wearing cyan shoes and a pink jacket…I should have guessed…a gay guide…I was so happy and relieved}
“So what does your boyfriend do?” I tried to behave as if everything is normal and I go out site seeing with gay people every day.
I exactly do not remember what Merjin said but suddenly I felt a kind of comfort. Now I am perfectly safe. It was the kind of feeling I get when I roam around with a girl but with a lot more secure air around.

In my trip, I had a lot of fun roaming around in the city of Amsterdam, I went in a the steamer boat, which took us in between the city, the famous red light district {surprisingly, there were so many visitors, that it felt like a trip to some zoo, and guess what a whole gang of Indian uncles, marching up and down to red light area, asking about the ticket and timing of the next live ***show}, Van gogh Museum and many other places. During the visit I could discuss everything with my friend and share my surprises with him without being judgmental. And at the same time he could talk to me about everything. There was a kind of easiness… which I never felt with any straight stranger before.

Later when we went back to Den Haag, Merjin told me that he was surprised that I was not surprised to know about his sexual orientation. I told him the truth that when he said, “I have a boyfriend”, my heart beat skipped for once.