Chapter 2: The New Begining

The Palanquin carrying my sister reached  destination by midnight, according to the ritual ceremony, I accompanied her till the destination. The street was just wide enough for the Palanquin to enter with one light pole enacted halfway to the road.
It was a single storeyed house, painted newly may be for the wedding. As we entered into the house, two ladies were already standing with a diya lit in a dish, a tradition performed for welcoming newly wedded couple.
Anuradha stepped inside the house with first stepping onto a vermillion plate leaving foot prints on the floor, first but not the last red prints she left in that house.
House had a little verandah with a tulsi plant in the middle, there were two rooms each on either sides, with the kitchen located in the right corner and in the left corner there was washroom, forming a new world for my sister to reside.
A chaos preceded all over the place, a chaos which occured for no reason.
As it was already late, everyone wanted refreshing tea and some food, which I felt our hosts were not liking much. Their countenance told a different story what their words were telling. From the very first moment I stepped in there the air was never so comfortable, making me feel fidgety.
Contrary to it, tea was served and pakora were prepared for all the guest.
The slight cold morning, passed on the freshness which was much needed.
In the corner of the house, I saw my brother in law sitting over cot, sipping  his morning tea. Around 11’O clock we were suppose to leave for the “pehla fera” ceremony after the wedding, addition to some delays, we left half an hour late. It was a two hour journey but we completed in two and a half hour, thanks to our much needed halt for refreshing drinks and tea.
The couple was received in a typical tradtional style with a grand welcome.
All the neighbours and relatives gathered around.
Few ladies gathered together to form a group around my sister, intriguing her as I can see my sister coying, surrounded by those ladies.
The Food preparation for  lunch was one of the best i ate till date, umpteen number of dishes were cooked, left me wondered how in the world my parents afforded such good food which was fed to many. It was one costly bussines, and the two day affair left my parents in debt for years to come. Chitter chatter, prattle and gossips was the sole affair I could observe happened that day other than the wrapping of gifts which took place in a room where no one was allowed to go, made me think of my brother in law as one the richest person alive, though he was not. Post wedding event went well, with my sister and brother in law  leaving for the day with some gifts.
And as my sister left the house that day,  it marked the New Beginning to her life.

Chapter 1 : The Sunset

 

A sheet of calmness is spreading over the sky, with the approach of the dusky evening towards the end. The Moon has already started peeking out of the sky, following the visibility of the stars which can begin to shine any moment. In a distant corner of the road outside of the house, easily identifiable amid the huge bunglows, I am sitting staring the setting sun. My childhood seems like yesterday to me when cracklings and laughter of Anuradha and I, use to echo around the house. She was five years elder to me and was always full of liveliness. We were from one of those families who were surviving on a three time meal, though sometimes we had to settle for a two time meal. She was the purest of soul I have ever come across. It was a daily ritual to hang around with her across the village in the evening, greeting everyone on our way and halt in between to play with our neighbour’s kids. In those days it was not rare, to spend time at neighboring houses as people were not much confined to themselves. They were more polite and much more helpful back in those days. Throughout my childhood, I was at her command in the evening which I enjoyed a lot.When I turned 11, she was 16 and things began to change a bit, she was not allowed to go out of the house in the evenings much, the reason to which i did not understand at that time. All it meant was the end of all the fun we use to have. But it looked peculiar to me then, more than this what I found awkward was that she was restricted to indulge herself in talks with boys, who were friends to her. For me, I was never allowed to question these changes. I always wished to be a grown up to understand the worldly affairs which seemed illogical to me. Unaware of the facts then, I was living through the golden era of my life,but just couldn’t recognize it.

Gopalnath Vidalya, a school in our village was the last institute she attended, and like it happened with  most of the girls of our village, after 12th class she was never allowed to go for higher studies, though being a bright student during her time. Things down the time have changed quite a lot now, 2-3 years back village got its own graduation college, changing the outlook of people towards the upbringing of girls.
She went through all of this yet never complained of anything. As soon as she turned 18, our parents started to look for the suitable groom. Across the social network, a word spread among  relatives and family friends so as to accelerate the search. In those simpler times of envelopes and postcards, the connectivity was a thing to understand and a pleasure to watch. The news for finding a suitable groom was spread across and tailing mails started to come in, within a month’s time.
With in a week of this event, our parents had enough of groom options to choose from, ironically my sister had none.
She was never asked an opinion in her marriage, as it was considered a taboo for girls to choose their desired grooms for themselves.
Soon the ritual of choosing the groom ended with all my relatives, our parents and our well wishers declared one guy which seemed suitable for her. His name was Harish, a shopkeeper by profession who owned a house in his village. His father was a farmer, who mostly spent his time at the house and his mother was someone who my sister will soon become, a housewife.
The preparation for her marriage started at a great pace and in a month’s time, her D’day came. With sweets, delicious food and fun all around I was the happiest of all, unknown to many facts and the possible consequences of the marriage, or I would rephrase it in a better manner, consequences of Anuradha’s life.
Midst of all hustles and bustles, chaotic sounds, thump of music and lots of rituals, by the time it was evening Anuradha was no longer a girl, she was a bride to someone, if not by choice.
Orange sky with setting sun, seemed to compliment her orange lehnga, and i wish it would have been just the Sun which was setting that day.

सोच

कुछ यूँ ही बैठकर सोचा करते हैं,
सोच, जिसपर ना कभी किसी का अधिकार रहा है, ना कभी रह पायेगा,
ये तो बस पनपती है आसपास के वातावरण से,

कुछ यूँ ही बैठकर सोचा करते हैं,
क्या सोचता होगा वह बच्चा जिसने तो अभी सिर्फ जन्म लिया है,
क्या सोचता होगा वह बच्चा जो आज भी दिनभर चिलचिलाती धूप में थककर भूखा सोया है,

कुछ यूँ ही बैठकर सोचा करते हैं,
क्या सोचता होगा वह बच्चा जो उस सर्दी में ठिठुरकर भी सड़क के किनारे रात गुज़ार देता है,
क्या सोचता होगा वह बच्चा जो दिनभर कबाड़ मन किताबें तो खरीदता है पर उनको खोल कर पढ़ना उसको सीखाया नही जाता।

बस कुछ यूँ ही बैठकर सोचा करते हैं,
ना जाने कबतक सोच तक ही सिमित रह जाएँगी ये देखी देखी सी तकलीफें।

पल

हर पल में बीतती ये ज़िन्दगी, हर लम्हे के साथ बदलती सी चली जाती है,
जितनी आगे बढ़ती है उतना पीछे का समेटने को जी चाहता है।

समेटता हूँ बिखरते और बीतते पल को, तो आज छूटा सा जाता है,
भागती ये ज़िन्दगी, दौड़ती ये ज़िन्दगी, घडी का इक काँटा है जो बस घूमता चला जाता है।

घडी, जिसपर छपी गिनतियों में ज़िन्दगी बीती जा रही है,
चल तो उसके कांटे रहे हैं, पर उसमे हर पल बीता चला जाता है।

राहें

चल रहा हूँ फिर एकदफा अनजान राहों पर ,
राहें जो पूछती हैं मझसे आखिर कौन हूँ मैं,
कुछ तो अलग है यहाँ की अनजान हवाओं में,
जो गुज़रती हैं यूँ जैसे क़ि पहचानती नहीं।

चल रहा हूँ फिर अनजान राहों पर ढूंढता हुआ खुद को,
चले जा रहा हूँ इस कोशिश में क़ि इन अनजान हवाओं से और इन अनजान राहों से थोड़ी गुफ्तगू हो पाये।

वक़्त

वक़्त गुज़र रहा है, गुज़रती जा रही है ज़िन्दगी उसके  संग,
हर मोड़ कुछ नया सीखा जाता है।
सपनो की धुंधली चादर ओड़े, मैं एक मुसाफिर की भांति अपनी सी एक डगर लिए, हर मोड़ को खुद में समाता बस चलता जा रहा हूँ।
इंतज़ार रहता है तो बस वक़्त के साथ नज़दीक आते नये मोड़ का और हर पल में कुछ नया सीखाती इस उमंग से भरी ज़िन्दगी का।
वक़्त तो गुज़रता ही जाना है, और गुज़रती ही जायेगी ज़िन्दगी उसके संग।

Walk Away r Face it..

It is better to just walk away sometimes,
Better to walk away from noises banging  your head,
To walk away from the solitude which came uninvited to you,
To walk away from all the sadness inside out.
To walk away from the melonchliness surrounding you,
To walk away from all the thoughts bringing in malice.

Its better just to walk away…
But, Walking away not the sole solution,
Try facing those noises in your head,
Try facing the solitude which came uninvited to you,
Try facing all the sadness inside out.
Try facing the melonchliness surrounding you,
Try facing all the thoughts bringing in malice
Try facing yourself one day,
Try and you won’t think of walking away any more.