The Divine Race

Once Shiva and Parvati received a divine fruit of knowledge from devas. It was a special fruit, filled with wisdom, knowledge and immortality.

Their great sons, Kartikeya and Ganesh, both seemed worthy. But who was better of the two? Shiva thought of a plan! He asked both sons to circle the world three times, the winner would get the fruit as prize.

Kartikeya’s vaahan (ride) was a swift peacock while Ganesh rode on a little mouse. Off went Kartikeya, sure of being victorious but Ganesh had a better plan. He began to circle Shiva and Parvati. After circling them thrice, the wise Ganesh said to his dear parents – “For me, you are my whole world. The entire universe resides in you. Any other world is superficial.”

The doting parents hugged him and champion Ganesh received the divine fruit!

This is a famous story from the life of Lord Ganesh. Thank you Priceless Joy and Lavanya for this picture prompt on the auspicious day of Maha Shivaratri.

(This my entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the amazing Priceless Joy. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. Thank you Lavanya for the image. Please CLICK HERE for more.)

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वो कलाकार!

मुट्ठी भर मिट्टी उठाकर

दिया एक शिशु आकार

दिव्य रूप, आलौकीक मुख देख

स्वयं चकित था कलाकार!

उमंग भरी हास्य रेखाओं से

किया उस आकृति को परिपूर्ण

कुछ गुलाबी कुछ सुर्ख़ लालिमा से

गढ़ी उसकी ओढ़नी रंगीन!

कुछ क्षण में फिर मचला

उस आवारा कलाकार का मन

फेर बदल कर प्रतिमा में

और भी सुंदर सजाया तन!

अब आयी तेज़ दूपहरि,

लगी कुम्हलाने उसकी कला

परिवर्तित हुआ रूप यौवन का

धीरे धीरे वो शरीर ढला

तब अनुभव रेखाओं की बारी आयी

उससे किया चेहरे को अंकित

सीधी, तीरछि, लम्बी, छोटी

उनमें कहानियाँ थीं अनगिनत!

साँझ आयी, फिर अँधेरा घिर आया

भीग उठे प्रतिमा के नयन,

उसे देख एक पल ठिठका वो

पर नहीं पिघला उस कलाकार का मन!

मिला कर वापस मूर्ति को मिट्टी में,

उस कहानी का किया अंत,

और फिर डेरा डंडा उठा वो,

स्थितप्रज्ञ चला इक नूतन पथ!

Dear Friends,

I wanted to write in Hindi for a long time now. And I am so happy to have finally written this poem. With the grace of God, I can write in both Hindi and English with equal flair. Infact, initially I was a better writer in Hindi. I was the proud recipient of Rashtra bhasha gaurav (National Language Pride) back in my High school days. And many of my Hindi works have been awarded . I have written a famous Hindi teleplay too. But after I became a journalist (English) I stopped using written Hindi. But I am adamant to revive it and get my flair back.

This poem is dedicated to the supreme kalakar or artist, God. And how He is so unaffected while creating and destroying His creations. How He starts by creating a baby, then shaping her into a beauty, after that adding maturity to her form and finally destroying her when her part in this world is over. Hope you all like my first Hindi poem on WordPress.

Just A Thought – You Are The Address!

I asked – Where is the best place to be?

You said – In the core.

I asked – How do I commute?

You said – Alight on your breath and travel in.

I asked – How is the journey? Rough?

You said – No, full of joyful surprises if you’re on the right path but a lot of illusions if you deviate.

I asked –  What is the address?

You said – ‘You’ are the address! 

I went still and the journey began…

Images courtesy Google

The Raped Girl Who Refused Heaven!

A girl who was brutally raped and murdered, went to heaven. Near the entry she checked herself in the golden mirror. All signs of cruelity that had been done to her body was gone. Now, she had a glorious, translucent form. The four guards of Heaven greeted her at the gates. But suddenly, she stopped and stepped aside.

Every soul was always eager to enter heaven and meet God. Since eternity, nobody had ever done that. So, the four agitated guards asked her, “Why are you refusing heaven? My dear, come back to the queue and enter the great gates.”

The girl smiled and recounted, “You know I was gang raped by a group of filthy men, who were jeering and spitting on me…”

“Yes, we know that…,” the guards cut her short in chorus. “Please don’t tell us the details. We know you have suffered immensely but once you enter the gates, all pain and sadness will vanish. Your troubled soul will find peace. All thoughts will leave you and you will bask in eternal glory.”

The girl still hesitated. The wind played with her hair as she she looked around with delight but still showed no inclination to enter.

“Dear, what is going on your mind? Do you feel any sort of guilt? Do you think you can’t face God after what happened to your modesty?,” the guards asked in chorus.

The girl laughed for a long, long time while perplexed guards looked at each other. 

“It is not that! The reason why I don’t want to see God is not because I am ashamed. I have done no wrong. Wrong has been done to my body.” she answered.

“Then?,” the guards asked.

“It is because God will be shamefaced on seeing me. I know, He will never be able to meet my eyes. I want to spare Him the shame as I love Him too much,” the girl wandered away after saying this leaving a trail of shimmering light behind her. The guards stood unmoved, red faced.

God heard her, clutched his heart and cried…

( Written after viewing a terrible image of a dead, rape victim in West Bengal, India. She moved me beyond words. A tribute to such victims.)



Images courtesy Google