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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 44- Abstraction

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 44

challenge 44

The format can be a story/poem/rant/anecdotes/journalistic coverage of events/ reflections as usual.

Be straightforward friend
Don’t kill me with your sweetness
Scared of diabetes 
———————————
either you are happy
or sad
show it with full expression
suppression helps you not
only brings depression
you can’t live your life
with ideology alone
enjoy every bit of it
but
in moderation
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हवा में सीलापन सा क्यों है कहीं पे कोई रोया है क्या?

महलों में सब सुविधा पाकर कहीं कोई तो   हँस  ना पाए,

जूठन पाकर झोपड़ीवाला  ख़ुशी के मारे  रोया है क्या?

दिन भर खूब मजूरी की पर  शाम को खाना  घर न आया

बिलख बिलख कर रोते कोई  भूख का मारा  सोया है क्या ?

लालच में वृक्ष काट लिए, बीज कभी भी बोये नहीं

 अब मौसम का रुख देखकर कहीं पर कोई रोया है  क्या?

बेटियां कितनी बलि चढ़ा  दी ,एक बेटे  के लालच में ,

आज उसी बेटी की खातिर किसीका का दिल कहीं  रोया है क्या?

सागर से मिलने वाली  नदियों का जल जब  सूख  गया,

आस लगा कर बैठा सागर,बिलख बिलख कर रोया है क्या?

पापों का लेखा जोखा कर कहीं कोई ग़मगीन हुआ क्या

कहीं कोई शैतान ठिठक कर हँसते हँसते रोया है क्या?

यूं तो कारण बहुत मिले , रोज़ रोज़ हँसने  गाने के

बहलाने को चेहरा छिपाकर, बार बार मुंह धोया है क्या

हवा में सीलापन सा क्यों है ?कही पे कोई रोया है क्या?

~इंदिरा

Translation in English

why breeze is so damp, has someone somewhere cried

some never smile even when they get all the comforts of the world

All the comforts at door, can’t make some smile

Has some poor laughed with a little more than expectation

has someone ever cried regretting no seed was ever sown

those who sacrificed girl fetus to get one son

has some mother ever shed tears remembering that girl

has some mother ever shed tears remembering that girl

has sea sometimes cried and longed for them

when the river water could not reach sea ’cause they dried with our negligence

has sea sometimes cried and longed for them
why breeze is so damp, has someone somewhere cried
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 43- Honour Killing

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Honour Killing

Women carry tradition more fiercely than men,

They cling to it like anything, to please men or their clan, whatever.

Make it a purpose of their life to carry it over the generation to generation.

Well, it’s my opinion. Though things are changing, some villages still carry on with old traditions, at any cost.

After her husband died, she had raised her son with so much difficulty and he paid for her love like this, by marrying a girl from other religion?

Had her son told her beforehand that he was going to marry a girl from other religion, she could have been able to deter him, knowing how strict their clan was. There already were some cases of honor killing.

But, no, he had to come with her after marrying her in some other place.

After her husband died, she had raised him with so much difficulty and he paid for her love like this.

Calmly she had welcomed him, decorated his room, two glasses with milk and that was that. 

She herself dug their grave and buried them.

Now her son can’t leave her, lying calmly in her backyard. No one asked her anything. No police case or inquiry.

The whole village knew but they kept mum.

Wasn’t it for the honour of their society. 

Was it jealousy or love for tradition?  

Marrying a girl from their own religion had been a different thing. 

Then she could have a hold on her DIL, she was afraid of the girl from another religion, she may try to snatch her son with her love.

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 43

Mary Shelley - Literary Witches

Image Credit: Mary Shelley

 

 

 

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 42- Time

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 42 

 

Time

the most  intriguing part of life

the mute spectator

still being held for 

whatever happens to us.

time is running slow

time is flying by

time is bad

time is good

time to born 

time to die

time, the poor fellow is

always held responsible 

ups and downs

in one’s life

but the beauty of time lies not in

giving too much of your time, or

giving less of your time

but

making a balance

on how you divide, manage and balance your time

otherwise

it can

can make or break your life

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 41

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 41

We are dabbling with Erasure Poetry this week – call it White Out or Black Out as you please.

Erasure is a form of found poetry or found object art created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.[1] The results can be allowed to stand in situ or they can be arranged into lines and/or stanzas.

BLUE: The Color Of Longing

The world is blue at its edges 

and in its depths

The blue that gets lost
never travels the 
whole distance
from the sun to us

the blue that got lost
the blue that does not reach us
gives color to the colorless water
purer the water 
the deeper the blue
at the horizon
the blue land
seems to be
dissolving in the blue sky
the blue
at the farthest
reaches of the places
where you see for miles
deeper
dreamier
melancholy blue
the blue 
color of distance
the blue
which does not touch us
does not travel the whole distance
is the beauty of the world
so much of which is 
in the color blue.
blue 
at the far edge 
of
what can be seen
the color of the horizon
of remote mountain ranges
of anything
far away
color of emotion
the color of
solitude and desire
the color
where you can never go
for
the blue is not
at the horizon
but in the atmospheric distance
between you and mountains
the color of
longings
for the distance
you never arrive in,
For the blue world
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 40 – All About 40

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 40 – All About 40

Welcome to Week 40!

Certain numbers arouse curiosity. I have always wondered about the special significance of the number 40, across different cultures and geographies.

  1. Why 40 days of mourning in Islam?
  2. Why 40 days of fasting and prayer in Lent?
  3. Why 40 winks of sleep?
  4. Why 40 minutes of walking?
  5. Why 40 days of rest after childbirth in India?
  6. Why the fortieth birthday as a celebration of midlife?
  7. Why the depression at turning 40?

Maybe, it takes that much time for a chance to get entrenched in the system and become effective.

Write anything – poem, prose, rant, memory, anecdote, reflection, wild thoughts – which includes the number 40.

Look forward to my weekly peep into your brilliant minds…

 

FORTY: You are Naughty

  1. Why the depression at turning 40?

Number 40 might have significance in different cultures and geographies, mythologies and whatever, As the above list from Reena’s prompt says,

But,

When it comes to aging, 40 is a naughty number.

You are neither young anymore nor old enough, even your mind doesn’t accept whatever your mirror says or shows few strands of white, your heart is still young.

You try to mix with 20+, they say there is so much generation gap, you don’t belong to our generation. They start calling you uncle.

You try to mix with older people, they say you are not experienced enough like us. There is so much more you have to learn to be like us.

WTH,

So what did I do all these years?

Left with only chanting ‘ Hanuman Chalisa”?

( In Hindu mythology, there are always 40 verses of prayers to any God, there are several)

 

I’m 40 years young man who looked quite young, well, in my opinion, so when I got befriended with a 20-year-old girl via Facebook, who was attracted by my funny and witty updates and comments,  I was thrilled.

She liked my wit and humor and I liked her charming jovial face, we started chatting daily and one day we decided to go out for a dinner.

At dinner everything went fine, she seemed completely comfortable in my company, enjoyed our conversation on different topics and laughed a lot at my jokes, we even enjoyed same food also.

While leaving she agreed for another date sometime next week. and said

 ‘ Thanks a lot for a wonderful time and the lovely dinner… UNCLE! ‘

Image result for Free download images- sad dog

( It’s an old post written for FSF, I am reposting hoping I may get few more laughs.)

 

 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 39

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 39

Challenge

This week, I give you a poem, and you write a piece in any format based on that thought process. Go against the flow, if that is what you genuinely feel, and make your point.

my shadows

( Me and my inflated ego) 

Sometimes in the front of me       

Sometimes it was behind 

sometimes on the left       

Sometimes on the right 

Sometimes you are within me 

And sometimes stand outside 

I thought I was bigger and better           

Far superior and tall 

And you are mere my shadow           

Destined just to follow me  

But what you did to me             

Was fair not at all 

treachery one  may call 

As I was no more alive       

and you were doing jive

( It is rightly said

in your bad times

even your shadow

leaves you)

~ Indira 

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 6

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 6- 

REC 6

 

Battles of life

Didn’t cower them

Emerged gloriously

Resilient souls

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 12

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 12

Exploration Challenge 12.jpg

This image makes me think of masks.

No one can swear that he/she never put a mask on his life, whatever may be the situation.

We don’t show our emotions to everyone especially with whom we are not familiar. We want to show our good side only to them. Sometimes, even to our good friends or close relatives, siblings and parent we hide behind a mask. We have lots of masks. One for each role and each situation. I think it’s okay and it’s only natural.

That reminds me of my first encounter with a lady at a community festival. What a pretty woman, was my first reaction. Then I noticed she had a friendly radiant face with an infectious smile.

Slowly I came to know about her other qualities. I found her participating in every function, teaching children dance or songs,  oozing out energy. She was an excellent singer, dancer and a perfect house maker. Excellent in embroidery, stitching and what not. OMG! I thought How can God be so biased? Bestowing all good qualities on one person.

She and her husband were an ideal couple.  I wanted to be like her. Soon she captivated my heart with her charm. We became friends.

When we became more close, she confided that she has no children. There was nothing wrong with her or her husband still she was deprived of motherhood. She had to bear the taunts from in-laws and neighbors and some mean friends also. You know our society? Even if someone can take it as a destiny and move on and busy themselves in work and helping others, some people will not let you live in peace. But she never showed her grief to others. She always kept smiling and helping others.

Till now I admired her but now I respected her for her courage. I found she didn’t put a mask but accepted the reality and lived with that to her best ability.

After her husband’s retirement, she went far away from me. She is still living a worthwhile life.

She is still my ideal woman.

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Mistyroads

Imagination Rocks

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Educated Unemployed Indian

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LoveFoodStory

Warmth of Love & Magic of Food!

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A sapiens' view of life.

On the Road Cooking

tiny kitchen cooking for truckers rvers tiny homes

Revolutionary Musings

My everyday thoughts as they come to me

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ONE TUSK

From Confusion to Self Discovery

teleportingweena

~wandering through life in my time machine...you never know where it will stop next~

A Unique Title For Me

Hoping to make the world more beautiful

So Not Simple ©

The Words seem Loud as I stay Quiet... Because writing is Easy while Talking is NOT ...

Mistyroads

Imagination Rocks

Haddon Musings

There are 11,507 stories in Haddonfield; this is one of them.

Educated Unemployed Indian

Trying to benefit from education & (a little) from unemployment!

syncwithdeep

My world of nostalgia and happiness

The Secret Letters to Timbo

Things that I want to tell her....

The Writer Next Door|Vashti Q

Vashti Quiroz-Vega, Author, Horror, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Suspense/Thriller Short Stories & Articles

Anything is Possible!

With Love, Hope, and Perseverance

....Bilocalalia....

Talking about living in two places

LoveFoodStory

Warmth of Love & Magic of Food!

Parul Rao

A sapiens' view of life.

On the Road Cooking

tiny kitchen cooking for truckers rvers tiny homes

Revolutionary Musings

My everyday thoughts as they come to me

SKIN | CARE

SKIN | BEAUTY | DIY

The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son)

I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer

Janaline's world journey

My Strange, Wonderful Experiences and Adventures as I Travel through the World