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Might O Kondrea
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A picturesque Odiya wedding
Short Published about 3 years ago

In the ‘natamandir’ of a ‘Jagannatha’ temple, under the red & sandal colored silk 'samiyana', a couple was taking an eternal vow before the pious flames of Agni.

‘Puri’s,’ halva’,’Moong Dal’,’Labra’,’gulab jamun’s and the fragrant ‘payasam’- a treat so simple yet mouthwatering !!! With the reflecting lights on the waters of the ripply Brahmani flowing behind, with a not-so-sophisticated music system playing Bismilla with all his pathetic intricacies – what an ambience it was ! What a happy blending of celebration,spirituality, secularism, and simplicity!

Oh, had I been invited to just one more such wedding ,I would let go a hundred of the typical big fat Indian weddings !!!

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Traffic signal
Short Published about 3 years ago

An army station-wagon crawled through from behind and braked next to my cab. As I turned to its driver's seat , I saw an impassive face under an olive beret cap ,wrinkled pitifully around two tiny but strong 'gurkha' eyes, looking at me . I threw a frolicsome salute to him .And in return I witnessed him acknowledging it with a smile that almost reached his eyes - as if a child smiling at me in the guise of 'Sipahi' .I remembered a lesson from engineering days: "Carburised Steel"- a steel designed to have a hard surface and a soft core - That’s what it makes the steel 'tough'...

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To 'other' Moms
Short Published on @dearmom over 3 years ago

Dear Housemaid Mom,

You keep others' houses clean and beautiful.But your house remains in doldrums for ever.You race with every moment that passes by, multitask with superhuman skills ; but how much are you paid in return? If work is 'Puja', why is your 'dakshina' so meagre ? Yet you work on, filial love fuels you . I wonder how exploitation stands small in front of you !

Dear Rag-picker Mom,

You go from one 'mahallah' to the other . Amidst the filth and dirt you dive like the pearl-diver , collect the recyclables bit by bit . The 'Civilized residents' let their pet dogs loose after you, for they are convinced that you are but a thief. The wait of their colossal waste make your gait unbalanced.And then you return to your miserable shanty, cook food for your rickety children.The society can't comprehend the service you render to it . How long shall you continue to pardon it with your indifference?

Dear sex-worker Mom,

You are as bold as your bold make-up.Fighting the gravitation of 'morality' you win breads for your children. You fight so that they are not being sold like you. When the priest begs for the soil of your home for making the idol of Maa Durga, he doesn't liberate you of sins, rather you pardon the society for the wrongs of hypocrisy it has been doing to you since ages.

And to all exploited moms...

My heart goes out to all you .But is it enough? Certainly not. But moms,time's changing. Bless me so that I can do my bit to set you free from your shackles .Bless me , that when I write to you next, I won't have to type it down with such heavy heart...

Pranam,

Your prodigal son...

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DASVIDANIYA
Short Published on @dearmom over 3 years ago

Maa,

I have been writing to you since I was growing in you - kicking, punching and hiccuping in your womb... Thenceforth, neither my letters failed to deliver, nor there was a miss to your replies. Maa, it's so hard to believe, that our mailing system doesn't work anymore .I wonder, is there nothing in this universe that’s free of ‘system error’?

Your failed nerves have long muted you. Your arms are motionless. Tremors unsettle you every second moment.But still, I send you letters ,Maa. And I know, you reply to them.The whole day you lie on your bed. The ‘Animal planet' or the 'Nat Geo Wild' try their best to wow you. I know you are still the same wildlife lover you were. You feel the same excitement but it shows no more on your face. When I see the lion cubs snuggling up to their mother, it mirrors the child me doing the same to you. I know, the same thing flashes upon your mind.

I know,things will be growing worse with each passing day.I know,one day this face-off with destiny would end.Your disease will win,and we will lose.Then some day we would meet again.

They say,one gets 'Moksha ' as one breaks free the cycles of birth and death.I silently pray,let that 'Moksha' never come to us which frees us of one another.They say-' it's worldly bonding'.I believe, it's the boss of all divinity. I would never stop writing to you Maa. I'm sure my letters would reach you and the 'you' in me would reply back.Don't worry Maa, umbilical cord can do what the optical fiber can't.

Yours ever,
Babushona


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Pronaam Niyo Maa
Published on @dearmom over 3 years ago

Maa,

It's another sultry May afternoon.The AC in my cabin is cooling me to the fullest. But looking at the blazing sun through the window panes, I see those long sweltering 'load-shedding' afternoons of childhood - How sweat used to drain us dry! How you used to fan me with folded newspapers in your bony arms, and how the jingle of your bangles lulled me to slumber. Maa, I wish you were here. You could have slept here in peace. The sleep that I had stolen from you, I could return to you in joy.

You know Maa, my birthdays are really special these years. She makes it so grand for me. I just love it . But deep inside my heart I silently cry for that bowl of 'paayesh' ('payasam' or porridge) you used to make for me every b'day .Believe me Maa, those pista, cashew, resins,which you could afford ,for only that one day at the most ,in the whole year, were no less than diamonds, rubies, emeralds in those black and white days. I still seek for that fragrance of the “Paayesh” , but it has left me for good

You often used to say, "Babu ! Work hard, a day would come when you will have everything with you”.

My eyes sparkled with that dream.

But then, some voice in me would say with some scary foreboding-

“That day Maa won't be there to witness”. I never realized that the soothsayer in me was none but you in disguise. You pressed your breast hard against the thorns of agony, like the 'NIGHTINGALE', and with your own blood you made my life blossom like the red 'ROSE. But then one day your music stopped forever

"Pronaam Niyo Maa" (Mother,I bow to thee)

Yours ever,
Babu

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