Tea Cup- Short story (hindi)

I came to the blog with the determination to write something and then I checked my last post. Guess what, it was on 20th of August, exactly a month ago. In that very post, I had mentioned about writing more frequently which I failed to do. A lot of reasons but let’s not get into that.

I am sharing something I recently wrote, it is in Hindi and is in raw form (not edited). So go ahead, read it and let me know what you think. (Source for photo)

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Aadha piya hua chai ka woh cup, mez par rakha tha, chai toh behraal thandi ho chuki thi lekin uska abhi tak koi pata nahi tha. Neeche se achanak kisine awaz lagai thi toh woh daudta hua chala gaya tha. Mujhe lagaa koi khaas azeez aaya hoga aur yahi sochte sochte mujhe kaafi waqt ho gaya lekin koi nahi aaya. Mann mai khayal sa aaya ki uth kar chala jaata hun lekin fhir yaad aaya ki ghar khali tha aur is tarah ghar khula chod jaana theek nahi hoga toh main wapis baith gaya.

Mann behlane ke liye kuch toh karna tha toh waha padhe akhbar ko lekar maine saalo baad khabre padhna shru kiya aur keval istehaar dekh kar woh bhi mez par patak diya. Akhbar se adhi chai ka cup gir gaya aur poori mez par chai fhail gayi. Maine socha lo, yahi baaki tha and yahi soch kar main safai main lag gaya. Itni hi der main ek mohtarma zeene se upar aagayi aur boli Chacha jaan ghar hai kya, maine bola nahi woh nahi hai aap batae kya kaam. Woh thodi der ruki aur fhir boli, aap hai kaun, pehle toh yaha nahi dekha. Chacha jaan ne yeh ghar bech toh nahi diya?
Jispar maine jaldi se kaha arre nahi chacha jaan gaye hue hai bahar main unke bete ka dost hun. Paan chabati hui woh mud kar wapis zeene se utar gayi. Utarte utarte boli ki unse kehdena ki Sakeena ayi thi. Maine zehen main dobara naam dohraha jisse ki main bhool na jaun.

Mujhe baithe hue kuch adha ghanta hua hoga aur ab mere intezaar ki intehaan aage badh chuki thi. Mujhe apne dost par behisaab gussa aa raha tha par main yeh bhi soch raha tha ki kuch galat na hua ho. Thodi der main andar ek kamre main rakhe telephone ki ghanti baji toh main uthane ke lye gaya. Phone uthaya toh……..

 

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Bhaag Daud (Race)

The doors open and you exit only to find others walking in the same direction. Some are running but most of them are rushing and wading their way through others.
Suddenly you see that there is an insane rush on the exit gate and you automatically speed up as if it will have a major impact on your life which we all know is a lie.

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A villager lady is at the exit gate trying to figure her way out of the gate but she is clueless with the token in her hand. A few of the dressed up people shout on her while a few are giving her advice. She is panicky and drops her token leading to further delays. This continues for some time and after a while, the station is deserted. A pigeon flys by while the other one is looking for food. They walk all over the floor until the next metro arrives and a hoard of people rush towards the exit gate.

Now as you read this, I want you to move along and be fast because the last thing I want is to be late at the exit gate.

Until next time, my friends. Until next time.

A day 

I took the metro after some time again today. A ride that I’ve been taking almost on all weekdays for the past two years now.
Everything felt different and I found myself out of place. On getting out of the metro, people started moving fast leaving me behind. There was a rush at the metro gate and I looked around to find some familiar faces but all I got to see were the tensed faces of people. People who were running late, people who weren’t happy and people who were happy. I don’t know for sure, I just saw and tried reading.

Now I’m writing this in the metro and it’s not as full as it usually is because I left a bit early. I have plenty of space to stand and I had planned to read a book but choose to listen to a few songs.

It’s a normal day in the lives of people in Delhi NCR. Welcome to it.

Thanks for reading one of the random and absurdly ending post. Do tell me how you’ve been.

Garmi ka ek din

Hello again. I recently invested in a diary and now my aim is to put it to a good use. Today, I wrote a short story and a sher. Now you will have to wait for the sher because this post will have the story. Read it and let me know your views. 🙂

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From Mumbai

A few photographs I took recently

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Bandra-Worli Sea Link
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Bandra-Worli Sea Link

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I am also going to upload a series of Timelapse very soon. Sit tight!

Delhi

I have been thinking of taking a long exposure photograph from a foot over bridge for quite some time. Today I just happen to be near one of such bridge and I managed to capture this, not my best attempt but an attempt nevertheless.

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Also made a short time-lapse video of being stuck in traffic. See here.

 

I am no Puneet

There is a guy named Puneet out there who looks like me. How do I know about that? Well, let me tell you a story.

I entered this metro and stood to one side knowing very well that it will get crowded soon. After five minutes I realize that this guy sitting on a seat is staring at me, I look at him and he hesitates and then looks away. Then I notice him looking at me again, he is looking at me in the manner of enquiry and I realize that. So I plan to ignore him and continue standing, looking around and observing people.

After a while, he points towards me and says- “Tumhara naam Puneet hai kya?” (Is your name Puneet?), I tell him no and he is like um..Okay. Believe me., he was a little disappointed but that is again life. It is full of disappointments but let’s not get into that. I turned out and laughed it was funny for me.

Well, Mr. Puneet I am not really sure if we look alike or not but that guy did confuse me with you.

Well, Mr. Puneet I am not really sure if we look alike or not but that guy did confuse me with you.
I wish you good luck and I wish that gentleman good luck and he may find you very soon.

*Raises glass* To Puneet and to me!

Bye! my friends, until next random entry here. And yep see this photograph too. 🙂

 

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From the Book Fair

 

A visit to Jaipur

There are two terms –
1. Tourist
2. Traveller

I like to think of myself as a traveller and not a tourist but there is nothing right and nothing wrong, it is just that I happen to relate to it more. Let me tell you about my recent travel to Jaipur from the capital of India. This is going to be a candid one so I believe you will enjoy it.

Returning late from work on a Friday evening, I and my friend (colleague)  started talking about going somewhere on the extended weekend as Monday was an off. Nothing materialized but I suggested we can go to Jaipur since it is just under 300 km from the city, we left for our places only to talk about it later at night.

I went home, checked my emails and then logged into facebook and then talked to that same friend and he said let’s go, I said yes and we decided to meet at Sarai Kale Khan Inter-State Bus Terminus in New Delhi from where we would catch our ride to Jaipur – The Pink City.

Fast-forward to the next morning. We reached Sarai Kale Khan and sat in the first bus that was leaving for Jaipur and then we shook hands because we started on this unplanned trip, still not sure where we would stay, how many days, how much money we needed and what we would do there. Let me talk about the bus a bit more and also tell you the price (also, I can visit this later and recall how much I paid).

The bus was of Haryana Roadways and to our surprise, it was fairly clean and in nice condition. The conductor of the bus wasn’t grumpy and he gave us a single ticket for Rs. 270. Yes, that was cheap, so we bought the tickets and sat back in our seats with some stranger sharing the third seat in our row. He did not speak to us until we reached very close to Jaipur and that happened when I asked him to shift from the window seat, see I just wanted to take some photographs. On the way, the bus stopped at something which won’t even qualify for a Dhaba, on realizing that we had no options and Jaipur was still 180 km away, we ordered Paranthas with Rajma curry. There were actually very nice.

Now let me quickly jump to the bus stop in Jaipur, it took us a while to reach there (even after entering Jaipur). As soon as we got outside of the bus, one auto driver came to us and offered us to show hotels. After much discussion, we said okay let’s try and he took us to some hotels and we ended up taking one in Bani Park area, very close to the bus stop and also to the main road.

After bargaining and checking in, I opened up Jugnoo app and called for an auto, since it seemed like a cheap option but really wasn’t. What arrived was a tempo kind of thing and not really an auto. We went to Badi Chopad and explored the market and then walked to Raj Mandir Cinema for the Lassi shop called Shreenath Lassiwala only to find it closed. Nevermind, we had this Rajasthani thali at Natraj. Very nice thali, great service. Day 1 ended with us exploring places around that area. We took an Uber which there is for Rs5/km, cheaper than Delhi, had a nice chat with the driver.

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Back at hotel, I was taking backup of the photographs I had clicked. I knew I would soon run out of space because I only carried two memory cards -8GB each, yeah I know what is going through your mind right now.

Next day, we got up real early, had a shitty breakfast and then took an e-Rickshaw to Badi Chopad from there we would catch a bus to Amer Fort. Fast-forward (spare me please, I know I am using this term too much) to the part where we take a bus, then another bus and then an e-Rickshaw again and finally arrive at the Zoo. I really wanted to visit zoo because-because I had recently purchased my first telephoto lens which is Tamron 70-300mm and I wanted to make sure that I use it. Uploading photographs that I took with it.

Then we roamed a bit more, had kachori one of the shops, ate lunch and then struggled to book a cab back to our hotel. At six in the evening, we  boarded a bus, clean and nice and I took the window seat this time. I honestly dozed off for like 15 minutes in the starting but then I stared outside for the remaining journey. I was home at around 12:30, had dinner and slept!

Now, I need to buy a memory card. Say, a 32 GB or 16 GB would do! I also need to take more photographs, I uploaded these on facebook and got great response, people loved them.

That’s all folks! You are awesome for making it till the end.

Fast- Photo post

Do back seats of cars have the ability to make you think differently? After clicking this photograph, I started wondering how fast life is going, we all are in a race. We are constantly moving, running and competing. The word purpose makes almost no sense to me now.

That makes me wonder- What is your purpose or aim in life? What are you running after and what is it that you want to achieve?

Enjoy the photograph while you ponder and wonder-

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And yeah I need an answer 😉

The farewell 

​It was late at night and the room was too humid, I thought it would be better to go out on the small balcony for a while. I went out and saw pigeons resting on the cables that went through one side to the another and then naturally I saw up and then towards the street. 

There was a car parked on the turn, it was a taxi must have been Ola or Uber because they are very famous now. 
There was a man loading his suitcases onto the back seat of the car while two females, a small kid and a man waited for him. He turns around after placing the suitcases and shakes hands with the man and hugs him, then turns towards the little girl and talks to her, she I think was his little sister. Then he turns towards the lady and shakes her hand and hugs the one who is older, my guess was that he hugged his mother. This all happened within five minutes and then another car came to the corner, thankfully the driver of the new car wasn’t in a hurry and waited for them. He said the final goodbye, opened the front door of the car and went away. 

The family stood there for a while, staring at the car before finally turning and walking away, I watched them go and I watched them saying bye. 

Then what happened? I turned around and walked back into my humid room. 

These are the stories I write for myself, they come from the things I observe. Let me know what are your views on them. I’d be happy to have a conversation on the similar lines. Thanks for reading 🙂