Reflections

Woh Sardi ki narm dhup woh chai main dubey biscuit woh choti- choti khushiyaan jo saara din aati- jaati rahi woh jhule jo mere aasmaan to chuthe the vish-amrit aur gallery ka pagalpan paranthe aur tamatar ke sauce ka lunch aur baingan raja ki kahaniyaan aaj naye shahar ki bheed main akelepan ke sannate main aankhen dhundti hai woh ek chehra jise dekhkar lagta tha khushi hai. yehi zindagi hai. manzar chale gayen raahen badal gayin mausam kahin ghum hue bas yaadein reh gayin yaadon ki shawl lapete armaanon ki galiyon main ghum rahi hun apna badalta astitva dekh hairaan ho rahi hun khawaabon main bhi na dekha jo aaj wahan aa gayi hun zindagi ne ek aur mod liya hai main baahen failay khadi hun.

Today, for the first time I saw a spectacular..it was a 'barat of a bride'. Not that I am a hardcore feminist but I just could let this day pass by without acknowledge what I had witnessed. This is the same country where women are burnt for dowry and here I was waiting to cross the road as soon as the huge procession of dancing people pass by. It took me while to realize that its a wedding procession of a girl..The bride seated on a lavish sofa carriage being pulled by some men was being taken to the wedding 'mandapam'. I know for sure that this is not the tradition in the south of India and might just be another lavish affair for the people to talk about months after the wedding is over. But to consider such a scenario happening is amazing. I mean, which woman wouldn't want to feel so important on the day of her wedding?. But to ride a chariot... well that is another realm altogether..on a personal note, I dont believe in lavish weddings.. its another case that i d