The Relationship; Part One

It may not be a perfect start for a blog post; because ultimately we all want audience. Many of the times I do care, but sometimes I do not care about what people think and who would read my writings. Well, I woke up yesterday but couldn’t find the time to write anything. I was feeling like I had not been writing for many days. It was just a few minutes ago that I checked my last post date. I wrote my last post on 3rd April and today is 8th; only 4 days in between. But for me it was a long time. Why I did not write? I did not have anything to write.
But, yesterday, something strange happened. Have you ever experience ‘wandering’? Strolling with nothing on your mind; just walking and observing surroundings. And I am not talking about rambling with your dog on walkways surrounded by green fields. I am talking about going to small roadside bazars, watching people arguing when bargaining over a few pennies. There, shopping choices are apparently many but possibilities are limited. I am talking about a walk on small lanes and along unfinished road tracks, dusty and muddy.
I went on such a walk yesterday. Alone. Not with my friend this time. So, you may anticipate what a women walking alone in such areas could experience; scorching hungry dirty gazes, evil grins. But it was not the center of my attention. I just kept moving ahead. I was feeling something else; a connection that was binding me with all the surroundings. The energy that was so engaging that I did not had even a millionth of a moment to pay attention to all the negativity. I was alone, but I was feeling the traces of the shepherd’s personality even here! Everywhere! In such a place that was just opposite to the mere glimpse of him. I remember him once saying, ” Want to experience the purity? Look into a dirty pool where that flower blooms.”
A maybe 12 year old buying cheap dresses with her mother and father. I felt the innocence in her eyes that sparkled when the shopkeeper showed her something colorful.
I literally took a deep breath when there was dust everywhere and an uncovered sewerage line. Gross? Yeah, call me crazy. I wanted to feel the connection more deeply. There were houses there. People live there. They breathe. There were plants, grass and flowers along that dirty water way. Those remind me of the shepherd. The eyes of toddlers, their smiles, their cute moves, everything symbolized his speech. I noticed a wall with very beautiful hand painted pictures. There was some artist nearby.
An old man was selling fruit in front of a huge shopping mall keeping an eye on a 5,6 year old kid who probably was his grandson. The kid was sitting on the stairs of the mall writing in his small copy without noticing other kids of his age in the mall enjoying, buying expensive fun stuff and new clothes with their parents. The kid was seemed contented with his cheap looking but clean dress….
(to be cont.)

It Just Happens On Screen

I remember when I was a kid and cry over some TV show or movie my mother used to say “It just happens on screen.” The way she used to say this was so comforting that I started to believe that real life was easier and happier. Now, I know my mother had a very good sense of humor!

Men’s Day 20014

Marty has been waiting for the whole year for this day. Men’s day; the day when after a year men have the chance to rule the world. Today when he was coming back home after the long working hours, he was noticing the fresh glow on every man’s face.
Tonight, according to the tradition he does not have to obey his wife’s command… and by command I mean every command… also those who are wrapped beautifully in the drape of request. He will not have to wake up at night to change the diapers or feed little Bob. Tonight, he will sleep carelessly and his mind will be free of all the worries about cleaning, laundry, dirty dishes, watering the plants and all the work that he does all day long without getting unnoticed and on top of all without getting any appreciation from his wife.
This is women’s world. All women expect men to be some supper human. They do not know the pain of being a man; the heartache that a man feels after giving everything he has to a woman. Its is said that thousand of years ago men ruled the world. Those were golden days. They even say that women had to bear the childbirth pain those days! It is like fairy tale now. Marty doesn’t believe in this. After getting pregnant with Katherine(their second baby) his life was changed. Sarah was no longer interested in him. She likes handsome men and Marty had become fat and dull. He cannot forget all the efforts he put in exercising and dieting to gain the lost beauty back. But, alas! He never got Sarah’s feeling back. He was father of her 3 beautiful children. He was the one who was supposed to get every chore done at home. Their financial condition required him to work and share the expenses of the house. In short, he was lost somewhere between all the duties. He was Sarah’s husband and it was his identity. Mr. Sarah.
Well, today is 8th of March; Men’s Day. He finally can go out and enjoy life for a day with his male friends. He hopes not to see Amanda; the creepy women who looks at him like she would eat him. He has filed a report against her, but sadly… it is a women’s world and they rule. Moreover, Amanda is rich and she could do anything! And he does not want Sarah to doubt his loyalty and faithfulness.
His friends plans to watch a football match arranged by government authorities to celebrate Men’s Day. They go there and take their seats. Everyone was excited. Suddenly, the football rises and starts coming towards him and in a glimpse hit him…
It is 8th of March, 2014; Women’s Day on earth. The clock has struck 12. Sarah is sleeping beside Marty. He knows she was hiding her tears after they fought a few hours ago. He takes out his notepad and start making the list of the things to throw a surprise party for Sarah on Women’s Day. He also promises himself to apologize; to make up for every time when he misbehaves and act selfish towards Sarah, the lady who is his right hand, the mother of his beautiful children, the home maker, the Queen of this house and his heart.

Once Upon a time…