M just carbon..
I ll buy a rose for you
Wait I have change!
No that will defeat the purpose
Bhaiya ye Rose dena
Hey its for you
Thankyou (smileSuperBig)
Bhaiya will you click a picture
Ok
Smiles, rose, rain,
Dripping hair, clothes,
Lights, sounds, night,
And click click
Here’s a S(e)pecial 26th.
©️Vayuputrii
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There are so many worries and tensions in this VUCA world, but you won’t imagine that there can exist a problem because of no surname.
This is a story of a girl born in a small city. She had many friends since childhood. Her friends used to come home and her dad would ask what were their castes, from where did they belong! And that’s it. No information like how good a friend they are, what all we do in school.
The same questions persisted for her siblings’ friends too. She got fed up of this caste thing and hated it so much, quite young.
In class 8, she was filling the examination form, and her class teacher asked if she will write her first name only or with surname. She chose the first name only. In North India, people exist with first names also. And thus, her official name was just a single first name.
First issue she faced was while making the passport. And it can not be called an issue as they deal with such single named people and they put the same first name in the surname also. So you become abc abc in the passport.
Then the next issue happened while writing research papers. Some journals mandatorily ask for the surname. You can not proceed with a blank.
The most irritating problem was when she moved to another state. State of Maharashtra to be precise. Here, after listening to her name abc, they ask abc what? They have made their official systems stubborn for two or three names. They do not acknowledge and accept that some people are happily existing with the first name only, in other parts of the world. .
The rigidity of any kind is so so repulsive. And she sometimes feel that her idea of not having a surname, has been useless.
This world really wants to judge you first, on merely listening to your name.
©️Vayuputrii
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P. S. SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT MORE IS IN STORE FOR HER, LETS WAIT N WATCH.
How I loved you since the first time
I held you and smelt you
Don’t even remember the date and place
But you entrenched my heart n soul.
Didn’t know your name or natives
But everywhere I searched for you
And you had been there at all significant places
I don’t know how!!
Quite later a dear friend mentioned, your place is called the temple tree
And I was wondering how beautiful will your name be
I found your English name and it was kind of regular
Yes frangipani, it didn’t exude love for that matter!
Years later I am at a place where you are so popular
Fragrant n beautiful, just the same
Folks here call you by sweet two syllables
And i kind of love that Chafa is thy name!!
©️ Vayuputrii
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Some random bells, sitar, tabla
Conch and chants and trumpet’s sounds
Coming from far, not visible to eyes but ears!
Flowing with the breeze over Ganges
There are tobacco, cigarette smells
And in a jiffy, roses come to your rescue!
There is constant insisting and persisting
With the bgm of the waves, birds and dogs
You see non stop chatters and a few silent monks!
Painters, musicians, singers hustling around
The ash clad saadhus, who are not looking for money
And people who make noise with their coins!
The old temples, with exquisite looks
Leaves you stunned and spell bound
The humans though, may disappoint!
Anyway, it’s not between you and them
So move on and drink on that mysticism
You have no answers and maybe no questions eventually!
Each street, each symbol, every four steps
Puts you in an awe, of the past times
And of the incredible devotion!
The river enriching the lives and the death too
The city as beautiful as history
Will stay forever in you!
©️Vayuputriii
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P.S. If there are any questions, I can help as much as i know.
Quite same but bit different
Like the chai n the masala chai
The masale bhath n the pulav
The poudi n the chapati
The varan bhath n daal chawal
The karanji n gujhia
The farsan n the namkeen,
You my love, besides the differences
Have been kind, to accept all
The good n the bad
The white n black
The savoury n the stinky
The wise n the silly
The bold n the vulnerable
The beautiful n the ugliest
Of the girl you take as your wife.
How lucky I got
There’s not much strife
Coz you are wise
And my heart is rife
With the love of my life.
♾Vayuputrii
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Tickets got booked and they both were going to her mom’s place. She was happy and was anticipating some break. She packed her bagpack. She went light and came back heavier usually.
She was counting days and the day arrived. They were going for a week. Her to do list was ready. She has to shift the winter clothes with summer clothes, she has to clean the refrigerator, has to do some bank related work, buy a nice gift for her friend and has to meet her too. She imagines herself talking endlessly with her mom every now and then.
She was a bit sceptical about how her husband will like the stay at her house. He told many times already that he’ll be good. But she had some intuition, she was trying hard to ignore.
The day came and they boarded the plane. There was time, when internet was not working and he already had some naps. They spoke about what all delicacies they will try at the restaurants and local marts.
He asked her if she is happy and what more can he do to make her happy. She looked into his eyes and her heart skipped a beat.
‘Are you serious?’
‘As serious As death!’
Stars sparkled in her eyes and she had a plan and quick courage to say it all.
‘We will be home for six days, and on seventh day we’ll go to riverside. Its quite notorious for taking people inside, never to buoy off. We will have a good time there and then only you’ll go back to home. Tell everyone that I met with an accident and am no more’
‘What? You crazy girl.. sometimes you speak crap.’
‘No no m serious. I need to be free from all, that would make me happy, really. And only you can help.’
‘Shut up and sleep.’
They arrived home, things were going well, she almost forgot about her stupid plan.
On sixth day, after dinner, her husband asked her for a walk in the town. He asked
Are we going to the riverside?
‘No’, she replied.
‘I think, i’ll support you in your plan, all you have to do is to change your number and stop using existing social media.’
‘Are you serious?’
‘Yes , I want you to be happy and pursue your dreams, it will not be possible at my place, so you go ahead with your plan, I have your back.’ And he kissed on her forehead.
Her eyes gleamed with billion stars.
©️Vayuputrii
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Had I been a profound singer or a dancer
There were chances that I could have met you.
Had I been a celebrity, nothing could have stopped me from coming near to you
But then I felt it, when you said ‘ I ll be with you in ways that you may never know’
And I have been feeling so, since the seventh day of inner engineering.
This story dates back to last quarter of 2016, when you showed up as an answer to my question
And then this love grew and grew
And at this point of time, not much questions are left, I m at peace.
I am at peace that you are there to show us the way
You can see what we can not see
And God, your guts and wit and wisdom
Are overwhelming, unmatchable, unthinkable.
You are on a mission now to save the soil
I bow to you with my heart and soul
And pray that the child in you
Never get to see any denial on your journey.
People listen to you and understand to the core
And take action in all their capacities.
Dear Sadhguru, you resonate with me and billion others
Wonder, how on earth, had we been so lucky, to be in your presence
How the Cauvery got a cover and the soil got a saviour
We humans don’t deserve you 😭
Yet you are doing, what needs to be done.
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If you are in a WhatsApp group
That you might have muted
But did not delete
Because of some persons
Who have shared some beautiful moments
Who have a part of your life
At some part of your life
And if someone is sending you good morning messages
Do reply
The regret of not replying is killing
When you know that was their last message.
©️Vayuputrii
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Waiting on the airport
(That too coz the first flight got delayed
And they moved you to the next one in four hours)
Is a different kind of wait
When you know you can not hurry for anything
And everything will be as they wish
And when you are contemplating such unthinkable thoughts
A cute kid running away from his parents comes close to you
With a cute two teeth (lower jaw) smile, and nothing but love in his eyes
You feel your heart melting (even in the winters)
And when you say hi, he says bye and runs away!
You look up, a bit away, a fauji ( guessing) is running
Eyes on the phone, smile on his face, which he is trying to control ( failing badly)
May be he is going home after a long time and some one is waiting for him
Or maybe he is going to see his unit mates after a vacation
The smile is heart warming for any reason!
You hear a kid crying and the mighty mom trying
There’s a girl who just bought coffee and checking it’s fragrance
Somewhat satisfied and anticipating a good taste
To see her rushing, you feel what she could be feeling
She might be trying to be more alert or it could be her evening ritual ( at a different place today)
You see people, who are still at work calls
And they need to walk for their talk ( it enhances their problem solving perhaps)
There are people whose foreheads are almost touching their screens
And people who are reading and typing ( writing is so obsolete )
Some are busy capturing themselves and the surroundings
All you see is wait, in different versions
My kind, your kind, their kind
And how all of us know that we all aren’t going to stay here for long
And somewhere out there is a home!!
©️Vayuputrii
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Musings of Vayuputrii💫 