Ennui Of Different Kind

In the eerie silence of a summer afternoon ,I wanted to find some escape in my
personal computer which was sitting askance to be indulged. The keys moved fast to hit some blog and get connected.But it turned out an inane exercise for me. The on and on saga of unknown entities filled me with a strange vacuity.Heaps of debris not even capable of turning fecund.Who cares what Amitab Baccahan did in Germany or how he preserved the childhood memories of his friends children in his
personal computer? Or the new mom displaying her astute skills to bring up her ideal child who some-how will be the dude of tomorrow. A sheer vanity which turned the dense afternoon all the more unbearable. Amen

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THE CARDINAL SIN

She looked wistfully at the white blankness of her lap top . She remembered the days when from a very young age she had ventured into writing secretly in her torn notebook which she would take out from her school bag. Moreover, She hardly remembered having filled it with school work. Rather she had faint memories of ever being a regular student. And those were the days when the parents, in the joint families, had other cares than to worry about the school affairs of their children. Moreover it was the responsibility of the family elders to see that the grand children were tutored well. The schools were far away from home and the children had to walk down to reach them. In the way there were many distractions ,mainly they would linger on on the narrow bridge which they had to cross to reach their school. They often stood there l...

THE PICTURE FRAME

Meeta is in her seventies. She is full of zest for life and seeks every opportunity to be in the company of her friends. Her salt and pepper short hair goes well with her plump fat body. Her style of dressing accentuates her care- free demeanour . Her age doesn't hamper her in anyway. She often cracks jokes which generally veer to obscenity, to make her friends laugh , which for a moment unsettles them ,but then they go with the flow. The instinct to deride looks meaningless at such an age. Meeta had lost her husband lately and her only son lived in the U.S . She cultivated a large number of friends and revived the distant family relations. She was awash with money and threw lavish parties. Generally all her friends are retired house wives facing the same empty nest syndrome. They had now ample time to indulge their fancies which the...

Opaque Sight The teeming moments between this moment and the ones which have slid past seem bursting at the seams entailing the vast repertoire of stormy material which have grown pricks tattooing my heart with a graffiti lurking eternally to gobble me up rendering me a mute spectator of the world going around It was a huge hiatus a big blank between this moment and the buried past. The other day I was walking over the corridors of Daryaganj in Delhi. Stretched out before me were the wide swathes of books gone soggy and soiled in the dusty paths.People were walking past them and unwittingly treading upon them which of-course could have been avoided if there was some thought for those beings of imm...

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