She Slept With A Stranger...

She-
???
An Indian girl. Pious. Dutiful. Always in strict surveillance of Parents- Not allowed to speakwith any boy...
 Beautiful-tall, slim, fair, convent educated. 
Always tutored to be morally upright..
Who is she?
She is a rough image of an Indian girl of twenty years back or so...
Suddenly she is catapulted into an arena of wedlock and  asked to sleep with a man who she doesn't know....had never talked with..never seen...
She tries-It is her duty.
They talk for the first time on bed when 'HIS' pair of hungry hands frantically frets over her 'body'- She is just a material! She feels absurd....
How can she respond like a sexy doll?
But she tries..(though no lesson of this kind was given to her except what she had gathered from her friends-with whom too she could not meet very often)
Her mind goes blank-but she tries and keeps on trying but 'HE' blames her for not 'LOVING' him...
'Loving' or 'making love...' She was again confused....
But she was pious..
He doesn't believe..
He thinks her to be putting a'coy' act just to misguide him that she was chaste!
'How  a convent educated, beautiful girl had no lovers?' he asks and roars in a laughter...
Her life shrinks...
Shrinks forever..
The perennial laughter dries.. 
He blamed her for  not loving him..
She again gets confused..
But she was not even allowed to touch a man?
How can she have lovers?"...
She pleads...
He makes sex and sex and leaves her langusishing...
Years passed by...
She lives with the same man.....
BUT SHE REGRETS...
WHY DID SHE SLEEP WITH A STRANGER?
WHY NOT WITH HER LOVER?
SHE AGAIN GETS CONFUSED  AND GOES TO SLEEP WITH HER CHILDREN....
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I Do Not Love You...

I want you to  hold my hand- just hold clasping tight...
Lock my fingers in yours with eyes locked forever...
I do not love you-I worship you..
You are my faith and nothing else...
Helping me  rise after every fall...

Take me away from selfish winds
Scorching my soul-
throwing on rugged path....
Bless me with strength and nothing else
I do not love you-I worship you...
MY FAITH...
rashmi

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A Scratched Feel

A Scratched Feel

A breath...A sigh...A restlessness..
 Who am I?
Scratched feelings-unknown paths...
Who am I?
This is no poem, only feelings... feelings rushing out...
I look back and am shocked... God too tests us...
Or is he still testing?.
I hold the glass brimming with love..


Is it love...or a trap ?
Laced with poison....
I taste it slowly turning blue...
Weakening nerves  in frenzied revelry...
'The poison' gripping senses...
I get up and walk but fall...
Bruising soul ....
Oh hold me my friend-
I want to sleep....
sleep forever
Beckoning morning...
Beckoning  life...
rashmi.

REAL LIFE PROBLEMS: DISCUSS AND BE HAPPY!

When everything goes according to our wish, we don;t know the meaning of STRUGGLE/SUCCESS!

When we get LOVE in LIFE-We don't realise its importance!

WE HAVE TO BE DEFEATED TO WIN-WINNING ALONE DOES NOT SATIATES THE SOUL!

But I know it is difficult- very difficult to conquer negativism.

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The shooting began next day with Jennifer and Jay involved in their respective roles. Time and again, Jay was continuously leering at Jennie with eagle eyes. His plans weren’t working

and he was not successful in deviating Jennie emotionally, even after repeated efforts – trying all unfair means . . . He had applied all the techniques to trap her once again. He insinuated, mouthed filthy words, unnecessarily prolonged the kissing scenes, biting into her lips, which undoubtedly he relished. Jennifer was tolerating all this for Shambhu’s sake – she, in any circumstance, didn’t want to prove that his choice of heroine was wrong. On the other hand, Shambhu, though knew Jay very well, would often shout at her, “Chemistry, Jennie chemistry, how is the film going to be a success if there is no chemistry between you two”, “Pant, go sexy, make your voice husky and go wild all over his body to seduce him-remember this is just an act and the story requires that you use your luscious body to get out the secret of the mission he is pursuing.”For Shambhu, his film, his baby was more important than any other relationship, hence he was termed as the Icon. Not that he loved Jennifer  less but definitely he loved his creation more . . .

 For Jennie previously there were only bed scenes as she could carry them out impeccably. Bed scenes or scenes of the same frequency with Jay now went beyond her mental comprehension. She too was confused. Isn’t that once she had loved him very much, so now why isn’t she able to surface those feelings for the sake of putting a good act . . . why? . . . why isn’t she successful? ‘God give me strength and courage to brave this lecher,’ she thought trying to please her Director Shambhu who never mixed his personal relationship with Business, but in Aryan’s case, only in Aryan’s case Jennie had noticed that his self-made rules were relaxed. This kind of relaxation wasn’t even offered to her, therefore on the sets he was always chiding her for imperfect love scenes!@Love's Journey

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I can pay your expenses done on me by . . . by sleeping with you,” she ripped open her frock from the neck down to her belly, blurting out and shouting at him. Her pearly breasts half covered with a pink lacy bra exposed to Vasan’s full view. ‘Oh Jesus, What have I done!’ She had something else to speak

but didn’t know from where all these came spontaneously, in a fit of anger, from her mouth. Jennie stood there dumbfounded,waiting to be ordered to pack her bags immediately and leave.Her face was still red as beetroot with the outburst, but now as the realisation of the act dawned on her, the colour changed from red to white – yes she was dead sure her end in this house had come with the sudden unexpected blast of hers.

Shambhu stood stupefied and dumbstruck. Nobody had ever spoken to him in his entire life like this and now this girl, the girl who, only two months back, was just another extra, being howled at by him, was having the courage to speak up to him like this. But wasn’t Shambhu responsible for all this? How would Jennie react when she will come to know that whatever he is doing is just to cover up his own mistake? A game which had started on a fun note would end messing up a girl’s life – making it miserable. How can he tell her that he had made a bet with Jay Kumar, in the outdoor shoot of Manali,

to show if he can trap the latest newcomer of his production house.Actually, Shambhu was almost assured that in no ways Jennie will be a victim of Jay’s poisonous fake love. Maya, who had brought her to him, had strictly asked Shambhu to take careof her as she belonged to a good family. But after a couple of drinks one night, he made.........TO KNOW MORE

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Nor Ever To Go With The Wind!

A THOUGHT

My Feelings-My Passion..
My feelings are my passion-ever growing-ever blossoming..So is my faith.....
My faith is my friend , my close one...my faith, which is never ever going to die or diminish......

Seasons come and go but feelings though may have a bad patch or rough weather,

Will always stay as they have been there from Three Millions Years........

My feelings- MY CANVAS........
My dreams- MY COLORS........

This is my faith......from million years twinkling like million stars in my heart.......

My faith which is here to stay......

NOR EVER TO GO WITH THE WIND..........

rashmi.

FRAGMENTS-NO MORE SWEET MISTAKES AGAIN!

FRAGMENTS.......

 Why Do We Trust People...

Why do we trust people and repeat our mistakes...Why can't we see their hidden faces...

Why do they come back in our lives only to play foul....It is said ,"Once bitten-Twice Shy.."But still we don't understand or want to understand.....".

Why do people say,"I am always with you", and very conveniently forget,while the one who has been promised , just holds on to that moment of "trust"........

But I want to tell all those who have been cheating or neglecting their near and dear ones..."the real losers are they themselves but not the ones with whom they are playing games!"

 REALIZATION....

Going  for my routine puja of "Thursday" I found the world so beautiful..God always be there with us....And with them who stay in our hearts.....near or far!.

The Huge Peepal And The Banyan tree ,while going around them. taught me ...hidden meaning of life......

I touched ,sensed, felt their huge magnanimity and benevolence....so many people offering them "jal" and other , even and odd puja material ,not required ... but still  they accept without any complaints...

The trees taught me to be patient,calm and composed in moments of crises..accepting whatever comes your way but not letting it harm you....AND ALSO TAUGHT TO ACCEPT SWEETS WITH LOVE BUT NOT TO LET IT HARM YOU ......

Few lines of Rudyard Kipling from the poem "If" really helped ...

"If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

 ........

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

.........

If you can wait and not be tired be waiting,

..........

If you can dream-and not make dream your master;

If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim......"

READ A MAGICAL POEM OF MINE
THE DREAM IS MINE........
http://rrashmi211.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream-is-mine.html 

rashmi.

Why Life Why..UNFORGETTABLE SCARS!

WHY LIFE WHY?..... AN ENTRY FROM MY PERSONAL DIARY!
Nineteenth December,2010

 

As I reach out to catch you,why do you always deceive me life.?..Not once but so many a times! I don't even have time to complain-actually you don't  give me time..you have tied me down to such responsibilities that,I can't even weep at my miseries and pain! My mom passed away but you did not allow me to attend her funeral as you thought ,I was lucky enough to see her pale, tranquilized dead body,out of the chains of painful bondage! You thought,this was a big gift to me as you  had once made me to attend my father's funeral but  had stopped me from having the last look as my train got delayed by hours and hours...... You thought I was lucky enough to fly down to see my mom's cold ,serene lifeless body, longing my last looks... So attending the funeral was useless...thankfully the Plane was not delayed and I was lucky enough to afford the ticket(but  ironically with a return ticket of the same day)!!

So many times affection too beckoned me but just to tantalize me..no sooner did I think it to be a drop of holy water, it turned out to be putrid deadly droplets............

Can you explain me life,why do you always play games with me?Don't I too deserve a pearl from the million shiny beads in your ocean of happiness!

Now when I have feathers to fly, I don't have a Destination!  Now when I have cut the chains, I don't have the shoulders, where I can run rest my throbbing head! Can't you for a while turn the clock back and give my Destination along with my Feathers! I wish you could do so but I know you can't!GO LIFE GO-I FORGIVE YOU! I AM MORE MAGNANIMOUS THAN YOU! BE HAPPY TO BE A MISER AND STINGY! 

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 GO! BUT THOUGH I MIGHT FORGIVE YOUR GIFTED WOUNDS I WILL NEVER FORGET THE SCARS!
TO FEEL THE TRUTH OF THIS DIARY ENTRY,MUST READ:
 http://rrashmi211.blogspot.com/2009/08/oceans-of-loneliness-standing-near.html
 

READ ANOTHER DIARY ENTRIES:

http://rrashmi211.blogspot.com/2010/08/scribbled-feelings-diary-entry.html 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Diary_of_Anne_Frank 

 rashmi.
Listen to the song below which has worked as a "HEALING TOUCH" for me!

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Fragrance Fuming.......

Roses Intoxicating Fiercely
Wildly Wooing
Passion Simulating Sensually

Fragrance Fuming.........

Whispers Whining Softly
Loving Lushly 
Dreams Dancing Ardently

Fragrance Fuming......

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I Found You Very Close!

I  Found You Very Close

Encompassing, Nourishing,Nuzzling
Embracing Humble Heart

Strengthening Senses....


 I  Found You Very Close
Caressing  Sleeping Soul
Cradling Nervous Nerves

Strengthening Senses.....


Yes, LIFE, I  Found You Very Close
Inking Inquisitive Eye
Outstretching Longing Arms

Strengthening Senses...

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FEW LINES FROM THE ABOVE LINK

I surrender all disappointments, fears, and misunderstandings to the Lord. Forgetting those things that are behind and laying aside every sin and weight that easily entangles me, I press on to the high prize of being a woman of God

rashmi.

Sepulchering The Past....

Moving Ahead In Life
Forgetting And Forgiving
The Past Which
Never Was Mine...


Rummaging Broken Memories
Burying And Mummifying
The Past Which
Never Was Mine....

Embalming, Enshrining Moments
Breathing And Sepulchering
The Past Which
Never Was Mine.....

http://hubpages.com/hub/Moving-Forward-A-poem


rashmi.

JANG BAHADUR THAPA-MISSING YOU..STILL LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

A TRIBUTE TO MY DOG-MY LIFE

"Jangu"..."Jangu"..."Where are you?","Come Here...Sit..I say sit...don't move...C'mon sit here..right here!" A little girl in a frilled frock ordering a giant Alsatian Dog seemed happy with her life and amazingly the giant too was lovingly following all the orders behaving like a mouse! love dripped from the giant's eyes as he panted and played with girl!

Getting ready for school, the girl was constantly ordering GIANT JANGU  OR RATHER JANG BAHADUR THAPA as her brother had named him..."Jangu, bringgg my shoes,I am getting late for school and Jangu would come running and panting to the girl with the shoes hung by their laces,securely in his teeth.After getting ready for her school,the girl would carry her schoolbag and happily join her bunch of buddies, waiting for  her to walk along the school ,forgetting totally about the giant but the giant always had plans to follow her up to the school.A chaos among her mates would suddenly, after a while make her realize that Mr.Jangu was following-she  then ,angrily would shout at the top of her voice.."JANGUUU, MOVE,GO AWAY!!" And Jangu would pretend , not  to be following her-he would start looking some other side feigning as if he was out for some other errand! BUT HIS LOVE FOR THE LITTLE GIRL COULD BE SEEN IN HIS ANIMAL EYES!

After school forgetting all the "morning showdown", the girl would barge into her house shouting,"JANGU..JANGU..AND JANGU ALWAYS READY TO PLAY WITH HER START RUNNING ALL ACROSS THE BIG  HOUSE! Without Jangu her life was unimaginable,he would wag his tail non stoppingly unless she walked towards the biscuit cans!! Then the biscuit game would commence-she raising the biscuits higher and higher-he balancing on his hind legs for hours to get his prize.


She remembered,he always sat near her study table,while she would do her homework,pretending to sleep.BUT his ever active ears sticking out and pupils under covered lids reacting at the slightest sound!

At times when she would be sick or feeling low,Jangu would sit quietly near her,trying to bridge the gap of humans and animals,understanding spread across his canine face.The same understanding was shown by him on the occasion of her marriage."janguuu, she had wailed, I am goingggg and she literally wept in his arms".A tear trickled down his eyes .The shehnai, flowers,cook,the continuous huslte bustle in the house assured him that the little princess who had grown into a beautiful girl,was going to leave him,as  her other sisters had the left the house.

Drifting to the past ,reminiscences of college days again captured her mind.She remembered,how Jungu would even in her college days,follow her to college bus and while she would be busy chatting,laughing with her friends,he very stealthily would put half the giant  body of his,  inside the rickety bus ,searching and looking for her, to create a havoc and drive all the "dadas" supporting typical "Bihari   Neta  Moustache",out of their wits.The poor conductor, in a state of total amazement ,trembling unceasingly would shout,"Kiska kutta hai bhai"..."isse bahar karo...arrey bhai bus kaise chalegi!"And Janju being the clever animal would get down immediately,as his eyes met hers, back home,running ,showing his "track skills"!!!That day when she came back home from college,he was no where to be found as he knew,his punishment was definite.

After a while when he was assured the incident was forgotten by her,he  would come very innocently and lick her feet ,put his front legs in her laps,while she was hanging on phone,as he would sense that she was talking to someone dear...and instead of being punished he would be hugged! Jangu really had his ways with her!!!! 

BUT SHE LOST HIM.YES SHE LOST HIM.After her marriage,lots of cobwebs ,in the form of responsibilities had settled around her, and her dearest,lovable childhood friend was forgotten.Few months after when her husband left to join his training of his services,she visited her parents.The entire family encircled her except Jangu."Ma where is Jangu?".she questioned.Her Ma with a little hesitation replied that he had gone for vaccination."Moreover,he has become old and not keeping fit these days",she added."Oh!",she exclaimed but other things caught her attention and she started fooling around with her nephews,who were then in school.

THE PHONE CALL OF HER MA THE NEXT DAY SHATTERED HER COMPLETELY.She said,"Actually your arrival was sudden and unplanned","Jangu's dead body was lying in his room when you were here"."He had been poisoned by someone"."We did not want to disturb you as you were so close to him .After such a long time you had come to us for a few hours and we did not want to ruin your happiness",she furthered stated falteringly.

"Oh selfish she had been," how could she forget Jangu,who was not only her friend but also a mentor of her personality, teaching her loving ,caring, sharing, compassion, patience, forgiveness...and so more but  nothing could be done then...she let it pass,however the vacuum left in her life by Jangu could never be patched.......she often remembered him in her silence and with every  passing day, his memories became a shady grove for her,where she could rest peacefully from the "tortures of this selfish world"....Definitely Keats was right.."A thing of beauty is a joy forever..its loveliness increases..it never passes into nothingness" MISS YOU JANGU..........LOVE YOU.......
READ A RECENT NEWS OF CANINE LOVE AND CARE IN FAIRFAX,VIRGINIA
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/12/30/AR2010123004219.html

rashmi.

If I had All The Powers...

If I Had All The Powers

Dancing always
to your tune
i took life
the way you gifted

Learning always
steps,not mine
i took life
the way you gifted

Braving always
missing not a beat
i took life
the way you gifted

But now staggering steps falter
Beats are out of tune
Panting breath descending
The once musical dune

Hold me in your arms
Refuging the tortured soul
If i had all the powers
Then then why would i come to you?

rashmi

MARRING MAIMED MEMORIES

Marring Maimed Memories......

Stinking Silence Stinging
Digging muffled murmurs
Marring Maimed Memories.......


Bestial Barbarous Breathing 
Gauging Murderous Moments

Marring Maimed Memories.......

 Torturous Thoughts Tormenting
Crucifying Sweating Seconds 
Marring Maimed Memories......

rashmi.




 

Life-A Second Chance!

SECOND CHANCE

It knocked at my door
Silently
I tiptoed to it

Hushingly

I smiled at it
Knowingly

It looked once again at me
Lovingly

It stretched its arms
Longingly
I gave it a second chance
Understandingly!

rashmi.

Disillusioned Ruthlessly.....

DISILLUSIONED RUTHLESSLY

This post is dedicated to those who are being continuously cheated on the paths of life-their plain,beautiful souls though tattered look forward to a beautiful life beckoning-tempting them once again to give it a second,maybe third or fourth chance! Do you agree?Should they?

Disillusioned Ruthlessly

Tattered Thoughts

Dripping Dreams
Beckoning Life.........

Disillusioned  Ruthlessly
Battered Body 
Stitching Senses 

Beckoning Life.......

Disillusioned Ruthlessly
Wasted Vision
Fastening Faith

Beckoning Life...............


rashmi.

SCRIBBLED FEELINGS-A DIARY ENTRY by Priya.

August 10,2010
11:05p.m

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Scribbled Feelings

 Whenever I read a line written by P.B.Shelly "I walk upon the thorns of life I bleed",I connect it to myself,thinking when I would be able to segregate myself from the thorns and sleep on a bed which may be not of flowers but least made of coir.......

I have tried badly, to  take out the thorns and throw them away from my life forever but somehow they seem to sprout on my life and body again ,piercing and cutting it to pieces, giving lacerating pain which knows no bound-a pain which can only be felt by a person who suffers it.........

I know,there is a story in everyone's life but leading a  blind life,doomed in catacombs,with not even a ray of hope makes my heart numb because I can see the thorns spreading its fangs towards my daughter.........
http://rrashmi211.blogspot.com/2009/08/oceans-of-loneliness-standing-near.html 

My very small daughter who loves me and can not see tears in  my eyes,is now battling the fangs and fighting the venomous spikes of these for my and her survival.........

God give her courage and strength to overcome the vicious ways of life and be a winner as Shelly has again quoted,"If winter comes can spring be far behind!". 

Priya.

Another Diary Entry
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Diary_of_Anne_Frank 

Love Is Magical-Feel It!

Remembrance

It brings memories
intoxicating nights....
perfumed with rajnigandha
and jasmine  blossoming in our hearts....
rashmi.

In The Oblivion.......

Rage Ravenous Riding
Wishes Wistful Withering
Silent Soul Sinking

Surreptitiously In The Oblivion......

Heavens Hallucinating Heaving
Waves Wonderous Weeping
Fuming Feelings Fading

Surreptitiously In The Oblivion........

 Body Blemished Blistering
Maimed Mind Merging

Lamed Love Languishing

Surreptitiously In The Oblivion..................

rashmi