Saturday, January 20, 2018

First Verse (Shloka) of Valmiki Ramayana - Myriad Facets

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मा निषाद ! प्रतिष्ठां त्वम् गमः शाश्वतिः समाः
यत् क्रौञ्चनां मिथुनादेकंsवधि काममोहितं ||

Maa Nishada Pratistham Tvamagamahsāsvati Samaa
Yat Kraunchamithunaadekam Avadhi Kaamamohitam ||

This shloka is not only considered to be the first shloka from which the Hindu epic ‘Ramayana’ by Maharshi Valmiki has started but also this is considered to be the first ever ‘shloka’ to come in the history of Sanskrit Literature.

The saying suggests that after uttering this statement of his, bewildered Maharshi Valmiki tried to reconfirm from his disciple, the great Rishi Bharadwaj, whether he had really spoken those words.

“Did you just hear that, Bharadwaj?” He asked him with surprise.

“I have just pronounced something that is sequenced in Eight by Eight letters and it has Four equal receptions making it a thirty-two letters poetic recital.” He explained himself, unbelievably. Rishi Bharadwaj was too stupefied to say anything.

Leaving mythology behind, he later termed this sequence of poetic meter as “Shloka”, and thus the first shloka came into Sanskrit literature.

This was not only the beginning of ‘Shlokas’ but also it was the beginning of one of the greatest epics of the world, which is ‘Ramayana’.

Interestingly, this first shloka had nothing to do with ‘Ramayana’ as these were curse words from Maharshi Valmiki. He had cursed the hunter who had killed a bird called (at that time) ‘Kraunch’ but ironically later on this became the beginning point or prelude to ‘Ramayana’ and so at times, it is assigned to be the first shloka.

To begin with, this curse literally meant “Oh Hunter! May you not get respect for eons for you killed one unsuspecting ‘Kraunch’ from the pair when they were excited making love with one other.” This curse had come out inadvertently in anger when he saw that happening in front of him while taking his bath in the ‘Tamasaa’ river.

To continue, this statement of anger had a far-fetched meaning; as one of the incarnations of Shiva was planned (according to Mythology) as ‘Vyadha’ which is a synonym for ‘Nishada’.

“How could I do this? How could I involve Shiva in all this when he is having nothing to do with it?” He thought later.

The importance of words and their play is meticulously and flawlessly depicted in what he did next. I am again reiterating, mythology apart and when I am writing this I mean leaving the sayings of ‘Lord Brahma’s’ and ‘Devarshi Narada’s’ appearance at the scene to control the damage that had happened.

“’Ma Nishada’ …. ‘Ma Nishada’ … ‘Ma Nishada’ ….” He kept repeating the first two words of his speech in the presence of Rishi Bharadwaja.

“’ Ma’ didn’t this mean ‘Goddess Lakshmi, ‘the symbolic of Mahalakshmi’? He was in monologue.

“‘Nishada’ …. ‘Nishada’! One who is abode?” He continued his monologue.

“‘Pratistham Tvamagamahsāsvati Samaa’, your glory be for ever!” He quipped and smiled and a new literal meaning of this ‘Shloka’ was generated simply by moving the punctuation and exclamation marks.

This is the beauty of the Sanskrit language which is free-moving and is without any restriction of sentence formation. The subject, predicate, object, nouns, pronouns, verbs, conjunctions, interjections, et al are all free-moving; and with every permutation and combination, it is a meaningful sentence that conveys the same meaning.

The refinement that came out of the cursed shloka was thus “O abode of Mahalakshmi!(Vishnu, of whose incarnation is ‘Rama’), may you be glorified forever and ever because you have been a conduit for bringing an end to attachment in a sensuous manner to objects. You brought an end to this crude way of indulging in life beyond needs and for lustful gratifications as the motif of life. May you live long! May your glory be immortalized.” Thus absolving Shiva and bringing in ‘Rama’ (Incarnation of Vishnu who is the spouse of Lakshmi) in the picture.

To arrive at this meaning the change in the shloka that was done is merely the change in exclamation marks.
मा निषाद प्रतिष्ठां त्वम् गमः शाश्वतिः समाः !
यत् क्रौञ्चनां मिथुनादेकं, अवधि काममोहितं ||

Maa ! Nishada, Pratistham Tvamagamahsāsvati Samaa
Yat Kraunchamithunaadekam, Avadhi Kaamamohitam ||

Going beyond a little further, this permutation and combination of poetics also includes in itself the art of involving many more unsaid things in limited words and in a rhythmic way.

The Valmiki ‘Ramayana’ starts with the following ‘Shloka’ (Verse)
तपः स्वाध्याय निरताम् तपस्वी वाग्विदाम् वरम् |
नारदम् परिपप्रच्छ वाल्मीकिः मुनि पुंगवम् || १-१-१

Tapah svadhyaya nirataam tapasvi vagvidam vara
naradam paripapracha valmikih muni pumgavam || 1-1-1 

Mark the first word of this first ‘Shloka’. It is ‘Ta’. It is the first letter of Gayatri Mantra.

Gayatri Mantra
“(ॐ भूर्भुवः स्वः ।) तत्स॑वि॒तुर्वरेण्यं॒ भर्गो॑ दे॒वस्य॑धीमहि । धियो॒ यो नः॑ प्रचो॒दया॑त् ||” 

“(Om Bhur bhuvah swah) ‘Ta’tsavitur vareniyam bhargodevasya dheemahi dhiyoyonah prachodayaat ||”

The twenty-four thousand verses of the Valmiki Ramayana have hidden, within them, at every thousandth verse, a letter of the Gayatri mantra. Valmiki Ramayana is said to have been composed based on each of the twenty-four letters of Gayatri Hymn, and a thousand verses are arranged into one book under the caption of each letter. Though that classification or dividing verses into thousand chapters is unavailable now, the twenty-four verses identified with the 24 letters of the Gayatri hymn, called Gayatri Ramayana is available.


Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
Jan 19, 2018

Ref:

1) Teachings from my father (Late) Dr. Shobha Kant Mishra
2) www.swami-krishnananda.org
3) http://valmikiramayan.net
4) www.valmiki.iitk.ac.in

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Translucency





I am, so is World
Bit of truth, a bit of lie
Translucent Image !!


Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
November 26, 2017

P.S: Linking this post to 'Haiku My Heart at recuerda mi corazon '

Friday, January 13, 2017

Water & My Head




In these changing times
When I sit on river bank
Water taps my head!!


Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
January 13, 2017

P.S: Linking this post to 'Haiku my Heart at 'recuerda_mi_corazon'

Friday, October 21, 2016

Ripples

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News flashed - Murder, felt 
Humanity died again
Splash! The ‘Stoned Ripples’!


Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
October 21, 2016

P.S: Linking this write to recuerda_mi_corazon for Haiku My Heart. I am a Blogbuddy with Blogchatter.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Relation





A day of peace
When nothing exist, but we
I, We and the soul!  

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
Oct. 7, 2016

Wishing all a very happy Navratara!

P.S: Linking this write to recuerda mi corazon for 'Haiku My Heart'.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

The Blog Chatter – My Journey of Gratitude




Ah, what a journey through Half Marathon and then #MyFriendAlexa and of course #FriendlyReader. Thank you The Blog Chatter @BlogChatter for creating such a generous platform. Kudos to you for bringing together some most beautiful people to know at on place and this one place is no less than a ‘Creative Earth’. 

This Haiku is dedicated to you team @BlogChatter

Fledglings on the ground 
Creating, cuddling together
Your harnessing warmth! 

I remember how infrequent writer I am. It is more than Seven Years that I started on Blogging and had hardly written enough. I am realizing that I had written only 35 Posts with 203 Comments on my English Blog. I shall try to be a little more regular now onward.

Guess what, among these 35 posts 22 are after my joining ‘The Blog Chatter’. Thank you once again.

Within this journey of few months, I have been busy working on my first Novel (Fiction), but I met with some beautiful people whose presence itself motivated me enough to keep writing for my Blog. The Result – The Novel is searching for its Publishers and my fingers right now typing this gratitude.

The secondary result is the Alexa. Just before joining #MyFriend Alexa my Alea was in some crores and today; while writing this post’; it is 3,526,098 Global Rank. It means a lot and thank you every body for giving my writes your precious time and leaving me with your valuable comments. 

Thank you Saumy Nagayach for being stay put with me since my first short story post.

Modern Gypsy! Gypsy! Really. Thank you for giving me such valuable inputs and thank you even more for some brilliant writes of yours. I am sure that I will write a post shortly of my astral occult experiences. Some experience I have written in my Novel too . 

Tarang Sinha. Thank you for your time and hope your Novel is doing well. 

Tina Basu. Thank you. Hope you are enjoying your Haiku times. 

Maurya Amarkant, Atul Maharaj, Shalini, Rajlakshmi, Anil, Shweta Dave, Roma Gupta Sinha, Ramesh Sood, Rashmi Lingappa, Deepa, awkwardearthling , Amrita Basu Misra, MPJ, Indu Chibber, Vinay Leo R, Shalini19, Subha Rajagopal, Payal, Deepti, Ambrish Tripathi, Uppal and All, I cannot thank you much. I am because you are. 

This write (in Sanskrit) is dedicated to you all (This is about the concept of oneness against duality. This is dealt widely in my Novel) 


Twam Swaha, Twam Swadha, Twameva hi Ishwaratmika! 
Shivoham, shivotwam!! 
(त्वम् स्वाहा , त्वम् स्वधा, त्वमेव ही इश्वरात्मिका 
शिवोऽहं, शिवोऽत्वं !!) 

In this journey I have gone through many brilliant writes. On some I have commented and on some I was not able to comment. They all are brilliant and forgive me for not commenting upon. 

The auspicious seasons of festivals are here. I wish all prosperous, Navratra, Deepavali and Chaath. 

I am anticipating keeping in touch with you all. 

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
Sep. 28, 2016

P.S: This write is for #Blogchatter #MyFriendAlexaWeek 4.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Bliss - A Haiku

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New Dawn, Morning bliss 
Smiling sun at horizon
Night slept peacefully!


Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
Sep. 23, 2016

P.S: Linking this write to recuerda mi corazon for Haiku My Heart and also to #MyFriendAlexa Week 4 @BlogChatter #BlogChatter 

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Murder

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“Get hold of him.”

“He will not be saved today.”

“Get away from the way, rascals.”

“Get hold of him.”

Some ten young people were running in a narrow lane shouting at one another. All of them were in their mid to late twenties. A six feet tall, fair, handsome looking man was leading the gang. He was one shouting “Get hold of him.” All of them were having open and loaded guns in their hand. The man leading was holding Webely Scott four five - five calibre revolver and rest of the men were holding country made three knot three single shot pistols.

It was a narrow cull – de – sac lane. People on the lane ran for their shelters and those who were at their home shut their doors and windows. There was a pin drop silence and everyone could hear those men running. People were peeping outside from their windows.

Four young men were sitting at the door of their house and were bantering among themselves when they saw those men coming towards them. They ran and “Clinkk”

The first shot was fired from one of the country made pistol.

“Who fired. He is mine. Nobody will fire another shot.” The leader shouted.

"I will show him today what power means." He roared while running. 

Speed of the four guys slowed as they looked back with the sound and the group reached them. 

Four people grabbed one of them and stroke him hard. 

“Run away you bastards.” One of those men threatened the rest of the three. They ran for their shelter.

The gang leader dragged the fourth person by his collar. There was a rectangular space at the end of the lane. There were houses all around that space and there was a well at the centre of the rectangle.

They dragged him near the well and forced his head down on the elevated edge of the well. The leader put the barrel of his gun on that man’s lobe. 

Webely rammed for six time and there was blood all around. Those holding that guy had blood and pieces of his brain on their shirt.

The gang leader roared and threw his body inside the well.

Residents of the lane were witnessed every single moment from their roof top at the mid of afternoon.

The gang ran towards the concrete wall of cull – de – sac and scaled it. They jumped over the other side and within minutes vanished in the crowd near the railway track. 

Within minutes siren of police vehicles echoed that lane and the team reached there. Followed by them came journalists, forensic experts, ambulance and crying members of the killed man.

Everything was so perfect. Everyone was doing ones job with utmost perfection and there was nothing to grudge for. Everyone knew that the gang will be arrested and booked by the law sooner than later.

It was only I who thought “Ah, humanity died again.”

I am still thinking "Has the power really been showed?" 

“Silly me!” 

Oh, my musings. 

Utpal Kant Mishra 
Mumbai 
Sep. 22, 2016 

P.S: This work of Fiction is being linked to #BlogChatter @BlogChatter for #MyFriendAlexa Week 4. This is my Musing ‘aloud’.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Hunger - A Haiku & More



Dying are your children 
Fruits, grains, oh mother nature 
My dear capitalism!

As we believe, we live in the most advanced era of humankind.

“21st Century. Wow! Advancements, riches, exploration, knowledge, power what not we do have now.” 

“Awareness and empathy, do you have that?” 

“Yes, we have most effective Media now.” 

“Ah, then you must be knowing your world in and out.” 

“Oh, yes. We have google too.”

“Ah ha! You are so very advanced. I just wanted to blabber something.”

“Go ahead. I am sitting here free for my Friday Drinks. You know I need to relax.”

“Yeah Sure. You need to relax over your drinks.”

“21,000 people die of hunger or hunger related causes every day in our world. This is one person every four second. Children die most often. We had given you plenty of Food for everyone. How did these people get trapped in poverty and that too to an extent where they do not have money to buy their food? Ah, food is to be bought, the most advanced Versions of Human kinds.”

“No no. You carry on with your drink. I am just blabbering. I will do this a little more.

- Some 795 Million people in the world do not have enough food to lead a healthy and active life.

- 12.9% of the population of developing countries is malnourished. 

- Poor nutrition is causing almost 45% of death in children which is 3.1 Million each year.

- One in four of the world’s children are stunted. (This includes developed countries as well) 

Something specific to India 

-194.6 Million undernourished people. 

- one quarter of all unnourished people on the planet live in India. 

- It is home of one third of worlds stunted children that is 38.7% of the children under 5 Years of age.” 

“Aww!” 

"You might be having many things with you now but you are the loneliest of the humankind."

(Data Sources: World Food Program and Poverty.com)

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
Sep. 16, 2016

P.S: This post is linked to recuerda mi corazon and also to #MyFriendAlexa Week 3 @BlogChatter

Friday, September 9, 2016

Growth - A Haiku

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Soothing air, pretty clouds
And dancing lily in the pot
growth Imprisoned!

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
Sep.9, 2016  

P.S.: Linking this write to "haiku my heart at recuerda mi corazon " and also to #MyFriendAlexa @BlogChatter #BlogChatter

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Transformation - A Haiku

                                                             (Pic from Internet)


Sudden flow of breath
Passing flight of divine soul
The transformation!


Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
Sep.8, 2016


P.S: Linking this post to #BlogChatter  #MyFriendAlexa  haikumyheart


Sunday, September 4, 2016

Love! Thy shade is bliss.





I was travelling by LTT – RJPB Express from Mumbai to Patna. The train had just left Jabalpur station and was cruising slowly over the tracks. It was May and at around 4:30 PM there was scorching heat outside. I was sitting in the AC 2 Compartment at one of the side lower seats and was looking outside. 

There was a raised flat platform just besides the track beyond the boundaries of the railway station. A banyan tree near that platform was showering its bliss as soothing shelter to the platform. On that platform sat two couples.

I saw them and kept looking at them. When the train gained speed I went over to the gate of the boggy, opened it and leaned over.

They were two old malnourished beggars wearing their dirty and torn clothes. 

“Did I say old? How could I be so sure? Poverty brings age much earlier than destined.” 

The woman was giving massage on the right leg of her man and her man was gently massaging her hand moving over his leg. They were whispering among themselves.

“Are you feeling comfortable now?” I guessed them asking one another.

The Sun stood shy and the heat stupefied. I came back to my seat feeling warm in the air conditioned boggy.

I am asking myself “Is love all about you and I or is it all about We?” 


Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai
Sep. 4, 2016

P.S: Linking this post to #BlogChatter #MyFriendAlexa 



Sunday, July 31, 2016

Humane




The Nebula of Stars
In the Dark Constellation
Amidst the Black Holes
Twinkling,
Humane ...... !!!


Utpal kant Mishra
Mumbai

P.S: This write is linked to Half Marathon 2016 by Blog Chatter. This Poetry is for the Last Day of Half Marathon Day 15  #DailyChatter It has been a great journey and through this I have got an opportunity to go through some fantastic works.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

The New Dawn (Concludes - Part 6)




“You were never out of my life Amaay but you need to understand at least now that you have to live many lives in one life and for this you need to take decisions within time frame” She said in a very calm tone and continued “We are all like the ethereal azure sky. It has no existence but it exists. Sometimes it is shadowed by the clouds and sometimes it is shiny blue. Few years back we had no existence and few years hence, we will have no existence, but we exist. Memories do exist and with memories we, our emotions and our relationships exist. The memories are sometimes shadowed by the clouds and sometimes they are clear and we continue to exist in stories which are sometimes told and sometimes remembered in perfect solitude”. I kept on listening to her completely mesmerised.

The gravest problem with curiosity does not lie in the information that one gathers but it actually lies in processing that information with an opinionated perception. All these years I had my opinion about Nisha as an immature and impulsive woman. All my perception shattered within flash of a second.

“Your husband and your baby didn’t come with you?” I asked just to change the topic as I had started feeling somewhat guilty.

“Hmm” she sensed my feeling and allowed me the space I needed badly at that moment.

“How are they?”

“They can’t be any better!”

The entire gang knew about our relationship and so they had left us alone.

“I have heard that you had an accident sometime back?”

“Yes. It was a car accident.”

“Hope you didn’t get hurt much.”

“How is your job doing?” She changed the topic.

“That is going great and I got three promotions in two years.”

“Nisha, why don’t you come over to my place with your husband and baby on some weekend? We will have a great time together.”

I learnt another lesson which is going to be with me for my entire lifetime and that is, not to form any opinion about anybody or anything.

I was dragging my body inside the aircraft. I don’t remember how and when I completed the formalities of boarding. I was awake but I was not. I was in some trance which I was not able to understand. The aircraft was taxiing now but I was still in the bar, standing numb and my ears resonating constantly -

“That accident!” after a deep pause she continued “My husband and my baby” and with a sight she concluded “I lit their pyre…….” 


I had my earphone plugged in and I could listen to the song, as if it were coming from some far away….


People, all around
You stand alone….. !
Feeling, life around
You stand alone…. ! 

Un hun … hmm .. hun un
Sha ka la ka

Come along live us together
Till we breathe, till we are live
Come on
Egos! on the shelf
“I” ness shredded around
Come on! Live! Till we are live

Humans! we are
Let us realize ………. !

Un hun … hmm .. hun un

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai

P.S. This write is linked to Half Marathon 2016 by Blog Chatter. This write is a work of Fiction and this part is the ending part of this short story. Day 14  #DailyChatter

Friday, July 29, 2016

The New Dawn (Continues - Part 5)




Nisha moved a little ahead of the group and was standing alone, sipping her drink.

“I could see a lot of change in you. You were so energetic and bubbly just four years back and now look at you, you are sounding like a mature person.” I reached her and by now I had decided to talk directly with her without any formalities and hesitation.

“I am still energetic and probably I am now more energetic and trust you me on this” She smiled.

“How could I know this, but I trust you”. I sounded comfortable. 

“I must say you have matured” I continued with my eyes twirling as I tried to tease her this time.

There was silence for a few minutes that made me think that this was not a proper statement. 

“In - fact we all have matured” I tried to loosen up the supposed stressful situation.

“We have matured? Or we have aged?” She was still smiling and with small sigh put her point calmly.

This sentence hit me hard in my heart and I realised how meaningful this small statement is. It’s true; maturity has no linkage with age. 

This is the first time today that my eyes got fixed on her face for a few minutes. I realised that this is not the same Nisha I had been with or she was always the same but I never noticed when we were together. She is more mature and with the right side of things than I have ever thought. 

“If you were this mature all the time, why did you take that kind of decision and for God’s sake, you understand what I am talking about. A little more time could have kept me in your life.” There was an unfamiliar anxiety in my voice while saying this to her.

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai

(To be continued)

PS: This write is linked to Half Marathon 2016 by Blog Chatter. This story is a work of Fiction. Day 13  #DailyChatter

Thursday, July 28, 2016

The New Dawn (Continues)





“Hey Amaay!” multiple voices greeted me together.

I was so happy to see my batchmates after four years and for a change all were dressed up as gentlemen. 

“It is so good to see you after such a long time” They all moved towards me and spontaneously I moved towards them to hug each one.

The warmth of love from old friends is incomparable.

“Thanks for coming” Akash hugged me saying this.

“Oh ho! So here is the most gentlemanly groom, guys. He has learnt being formal with buddies.” I teased him.

All laughed and we again hugged one another.

“Where are others?” I asked on seeing only ten of us present.

“They couldn’t make it Amaay. The distance and preoccupations made them change their plans” Akash answered smilingly. 

“Yes, distance matters” I tried to convince myself in a grunted voice.

“Leave this entire thing buddy; it’s time to hit the bar. You guys make yourself comfortable” Akash changed the topic to enliven our mood.

“You don’t worry Mr. Groom. We will look after ourselves. You be with your family and wish you happy martyring” somebody cracked a joke and we all laughed.

“Hey! Here comes Nisha. What a wonderful surprise” with all warmth and surprise, they moved forward to welcome Nisha.

I turned back and glanced at Nisha. In multi embellished grey and white combinational wide border with ethnic prints georgette saree complemented with gold jewelry and high heels; she was looking stunningly gorgeous. With her hair open and a white bindiya on her forehead she made most of the heads turn towards her for a moment. 

All the batchmates walked towards her and greeted her. She hugged Akash and wished him. 

“Welcome Nisha and thank you for making my marriage memorable. Please make yourself comfortable with the gang. I shall join you guys after the rituals.”

“Yes Akash and do not worry about us. We will be comfortable together. Best of luck and stay blessed.” Nisha made Akash comfortable.

“Let’s go to the bar Nisha” someone from the gang requested.

“Yes Sure!”

“What would you like to have Nisha?”

“I will pick a Pina colada”

“What! Pina - Colada? Come on Nisha; catch up at-least with the beer”

Nisha smiled and asked politely for Pina Colada again. 

“You have become so serious and formal Nisha. I hope all is good.”

“Couldn’t have been better and motherhood brings metamorphic changes in women guys.”

“That is one stroke in a million. We surrender.” Saying this Harish ordered for a Pina - Colada for her.

I took up a large of Laphroaig with a dash of water and non- stirred. By now I was feeling smoky and I just wanted to taste smoke.

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai

P.S: This write is linked to Half Marathon 2016 by Blog Chatter. This story is a work of Fiction. Day 12   #DailyChatter

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

The New Dawn (Continues)




It was my turn now for the counter and I was mechanically doing the formalities while mentally I was thinking about our last days together. I was in a hurry to catch up with her and have some talks. I was curious to know about her past four years. 


I now knew that curiosity never ends, it simply changes the subject to keep us engaged with it.


She was sipping coffee at café coffee day when I entered the boarding lounge. I went over to the counter and helped myself with a Latte while she coldly watched me.

There were so many things I wanted to talk about but suddenly I was groping even for the first greeting word.

It sounds easy but it is really difficult to accept sudden changes and it is even more difficult to change one to adjust in the new way of life. 

“Hi!” with great difficulty I could greet her with this only.

“Hi!” 

“Bengaluru?”

“Yes” she smiled. 

“What’s your seat number?”

“6 C!”

“Yours?"

“16 A!”

The boarding announcement flashed and she picked up her hand bag.

“See you!”

I realised that eight line conversation has taken approximately thirty odd minutes and just four years back in these many minutes we used to talk almost half a novel’s volume. I was sure that now I don’t have a chance of in flight conversation so I took my seat with all my curiosity standing inside my mind.

Humans by nature are curious without knowing that curiosity is contagious at times and surely at all the times when this curiosity is about your Ex. It keeps on pestering you till its quench is satiated.

Two hours and forty minutes passed like a decade when the aircraft landed at Bengaluru. It took me three hours to meander through the maddening traffic of Bengaluru in a taxi to reach The Zuri Whitefield. I sighed in relief that I do not have to be in traffic after this ride as both marriage and reception was in this hotel itself. By the time I reached hotel I needed a hot water bath before doing anything. I freshened up and dressed myself in single breasted cummerbund Tuxedo and headed for the marriage hall.



Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai

P.S: This write is linked to Half Marathon 2016 by Blog Chatter. This story is work of Fiction. Day 11 #DailyChatter

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The New Dawn (Continues)






In the month of June we had our convocation and on the same evening we had our farewell party. This was the last day I met Nisha and that too like strangers.

It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold.

I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend’s wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batchmates. But what I didn't know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter. 

I was almost sure it was she. Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex- girlfriend stood two places ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell.

Our eyes met again but this time it was all different. When she was not an Ex, whenever our eyes met we felt livelier but today our eye contact has given me a cold feet. 

We kept standing frozen for a few minutes trying to compose ourselves.

“Excuse me” the person behind Nisha murmured. 

We were not yet composed enough to notice the movement of the queue. The person ahead of Nisha had already cleared his formalities and it was now Nisha’s turn.

“Oh Yes! I am sorry” Nisha murmured and moved towards the counter.

“Oh shit! I was almost sure and not fully! It was just four years back when I could have recognised her from anywhere. Is this me?” I was musing, surprised, while she cleared her formalities. 

“Times change so fast” I was thinking “It is true that with time feelings do change”. I had heard this lot many times but this was the first time that I have realised this. 

I had never been philosophical ever in my life but I don’t know why I was becoming like one, at this moment. “Is it really the time that changes or is it us who do?” 

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai

P.S: This write is linked to Half Marathon 2016 by Blog Chatter, This story is a work of Fiction. In this part lines from "It was still dawn ..." to "We had never met ...." was the prompt of the author on which this story has been written. Day 10 #Blog Chatter

Monday, July 25, 2016

The New Dawn




I entered the Café Coffee Day outlet at Barakhambha Road in Delhi. This is a quiet place despite being situated at one of the busiest roads of Delhi. The first thing I noticed; as soon as I entered the shop; that it was having nicely maintained room temperature which was extremely comforting during an afternoon of May. As soon as the glass door of the outlet shut hydraulically, the outlet became free from outside noise. It was a nicely decorated outlet with pictures and posters depicting the theme – ‘History of coffee’ on the wall. The outlet is more in length than in width which is spaciously decorated with small round tables with three to four chairs around each table to accommodate the patrons. On the right hand side were two three seater sofas with rectangular tables and on the other side of the table were two chairs each for accommodating a larger group. During this time, the outlet is relatively having very few patrons inside and I noticed Nisha sitting at one of the right hand side sofas.

“Hi! Is everything good with you? I am just worried. Why have you called me here?” So many questions I hurled at her before I could sit on the chair in front of her.

“What would you have?” She asked me directly.

I gazed at her in surprise “What happened? You are sounding cold.”

She kept silent so I just went to the counter and ordered a Latte for myself.

“Today one year is over,” She plainly said.

“One year! One year of what?” I exclaimed in surprise. 

“So you forgot and this is what I was expecting” she said in a firm voice and continued “I have to hear from you what you have decided about our relationship. We had decided to talk about it after one year and so today is that date.”

I was wondering how meticulous females are in remembering the dates.

“Nisha! You know my family background. I need to settle down in my life first and then only I can marry. Can’t you wait till that time?”

“Define your notion of settlement and how long is this going to take?”

I was answerless.

“Amaay! I can’t keep on waiting for an undefined time. I also have a family and a background. I waited for your answer for one year after having discussions with you and you forgot that discussion also. I have been with you from past five years and you have still not made up your mind! We both have job offers and our convocation is due next month. What else can make you feel settled?”

“Nisha! I just need some more time. That’s all I am asking for.”

“A year before you had to say this only Amaay”

“I need time, Nisha”

“I don’t have, Amaay”

There is a deep silence.

“Amaay! I can’t give it more time. Let us move on.” She said tearfully in broken voice and stood up.
“Please don’t go …….. “ I said in a husky voice.


 We left separately with tears in our eyes. 

(To Be Continued)

Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai

P.S: This write is linked to Half Marathon 2016 by Blog Chatter. This is the first part of the story and the story will continue. This story has been written on the prompt of another author and it is a work of Fiction. Day 9 #DailyChatter

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Mysteries of Life #4




Someone close
Loved one
without who
Life is unthinkable

One Dies
All Call
"Where is the corpse?"

Life !!! How Mysterious are you !!!!


Utpal Kant Mishra
Mumbai


P.S: This write is linked to Half Marathon 2016 by Blog Chatter. Day 8 #DailyChatter