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Sunday, December 3, 2017

Book Review-A house without windows

A House Without Windows
Author- Nadia Hashimi
Publisher- Harper Collins
Format- Paperback
M.Ṛ.P- 499
No. of pages- 414

This fiction novel is written by Nadia Hashimi, a paediatrician by profession, yet her words are so heartfelt and spellbounding. The story revolves around an afghan village where a husband is murdered by his wife which further illuminates the traditional culture of the country, life in a women’s prison known as Chil Mahtab in Kabul and the secrets and struggles of a multigenerational family.

Who is Zeba?
A daughter, in a family where the father left one day unannounced leaving behind his wife and two children. The mother convinced her little children that their father had gone to participate in the war yet in her heart she knew he left her and was somewhere alive.

Who is Zeba?
A sister, who looked up to her brother to save her from the perilous world always and forever still she is distanced from him due to her husband's behaviour.

Who is Zeba?
A wife, facing the atrocities by her husband for years who just killed him one day to protect her honour and of someone else. A woman who in her sane mind accepted her crime and went to the prison where she finally felt ‘free’.

Who is Zeba?
A mother, protecting her four children from the demon called society. A patient woman who without uttering a word goes to the prison leaving them behind with her husband's family. Her children knowing that their mother could not have done such heinous crime but unaware of exact circumstances.

Who is Zeba?
A friend, named as the famous Mallika Zeba in the prison by her fellow inmates who felt grateful to whatever she did for them before being sentenced for the murder.

And then there comes Yusuf, an Afghan born-American raised lawyer who takes up Zeba's case knowing that it's a dead end but not losing hope till the end.
Read this mystery filled haunting tale and it will transform the power of your reading grabbing attention to every single page.

Rating- 4.5/5

Signing off!
©Auldrin❤

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Special

“You have so much potential.
What are you doing with a man like me?”
-he said

And all I could think of was, “I'm feeling special.”

“Yes! You make me feel special. From the 10 minutes of tea time to those 10 hours of inconsistent talks, I feel special for the time you spend with me. From arguing with me to kissing my angry face, I feel loved for you staying during those nonsensical times. From the first time I showed you my tears to the moment you hid yours infront of me, I feel courageous than before. I can go on and on innumerably….”

He brought me back to the conversation we were having, well not the above part for that was only running inside my head.

“He wants me to just write
night and day
for he'll read them all
when his hair turn gray.”

Losing my focus again when words started making poems in my head but I realised what I wanted. It's difficult, it's a long journey and rather than thinking about my futile attempts in future, now is the time I have to act upon my choices. I have nothing to worry about, I can't be bothered by what others might think because I'll have you right by my side, forever.

QOTD - Are you still waiting to act on your wishes?
Well hurry this sensible awakening offer lasts only till your heart believes in you and your mind follows the path.

Good night fellas!
Auldrin

Friday, November 3, 2017

Book Review-The Colours of Passion

The Colours of Passion
Author- Sourabh Mukherjee
Publisher- Readomania
Format- Paperback
M.R.P- 250
No. of pages- 237


This is my first book reading of the author Sourabh Mukherjee. Well it's a common act by any reader to check out stuff of the writers belonging to their same region, but staying in Kolkata this book will make you imagine the streets as the story goes along. Thanks to Amazon and WritersMelon for this review copy.
It's a murder mystery filled love story which caught me by surprise for the way the author designed its plot. Intriguing with so many characters there was a movie running in my eyes with every single word I read. It includes some bitter truths about our film industry, the rumours we hear from media about spat between actors, love affairs, flings, personally I feel there is a certain amount of truth hidden in them. Yes, the media surely exaggerates any incident but that is what attracts us to read the article or interview etc in the first place. There is depiction of the social behaviour of a lover facing social stigma in the societies of our incredible country.

The story starts with the headlines of murder mystery of an actress after being brutally raped leading into an police investigation with a leading detective into such diversity of suspects all being equally important. It amazes me how the author could think of such variety of plots, then interlinking them well enough to give goosebumps to his curious readers. After that it moves on to another actor's suicide cum homicide, such murders one after another will indeed give you an adrenaline rush while you read it towards the end. No matter how much I guessed the outcome yet the author took me by surprise with such an unexpected finish. The beginning hitted off great, the in-between storyline got pretty much mundane but it had a fantastic end and I would suggest you to surely check it out, especially those looking for crime mystery/thriller with Indian touch.

A wonderful thriller piece by Sourabh Mukherjee making me greedy to read more of his suspense detective novel.

From the book-

“Sometimes the deepest of the wounds need the simplest of words to heal.”

“In a split second, I pushed him. Off the edge of that balcony. And I watched him fall to sleep, to eternal peace that his tormented soul demanded.”

Rating- 4/5
Happy reading fellas!

©Auldrin❤

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Poetry

Poetry. It has been occupying a lot of my mind lately. I wanted to build a page just for my poems, which I finally did (breathholdingspells.wordpress.com) because maybe getting published is actually a dream somewhere buried in my heart. But some dreams are beautiful as it is.
This time it's more, I've realised the words really float in our subconscious mind waiting for a trigger either audio or visual or even sensory and then the notes begin. Like a song where the music still plays when the lyrics aren't being sung.
This time it's about originality, anything and everything I think I write, I design, I draw and I take pictures of every subtle thing for it was bold enough to catch my attention. Like a fallen flower after its full bloom looks so serene. Like the smooth crispy pencil sharpenings still twisted into a perfect flower. Like an old peacock feather once kept in my diary now torn and out of shape yet only its memories afresh. Like a newly grown interest in calligraphy which makes it harder to separate from writing now.
It is just a wordplay and I take pride in it. In the world where people play with each other's emotions, feelings, I chose to play with the words. I might pick them from mid-sentences, I may even leave them incomplete but I will let you perceive its meaning in your own satisfying way.
Some may have an advanced language touch, some may be a part of your daily conversations and some may sound just like usual words. Just remember they are powerful, if not to you but to someone. Ohh not necessarily me, for there are people hungry enough, craving for love, that they might just need them.

So let's see how far it takes thee cause the love for poetry shall never die in me.

Happy reading folks!

©Auldrin❤

Monday, October 9, 2017

Rain and Love

the rain still lingers
just like your taste
it doesn't matter what
was washed away
cause you're on my lips

the battering sound
of the windows
helped me to sleep
like a lullaby being sung
especially for me

my eyes open
into the same direction
like i daily do where
my beautiful plants
sit and bloom

every morning i find
previous day's wilted flower
and a fresh new bud
reminiscent of our love
blossoming each night

i feel cold but
comforting too for
the earthy aroma
has the power being
a natural healer

i still lay in bed staring
at your tranquilness
i do this all the time
for the fear you'll be
gone soon after

-©Auldrin❤

Book Review-Milk and Honey

Milk and honey
Author- Rupi Kaur
Publisher- Andrews McMeel Publishing
Format- Paperback
M.R.P- 499
No. of pages- 208

Milk and Honey is an anthology written by a young prolific writer, Rupi Kaur. A collection of poetry, prose, and hand-drawn illustrations, the book has four chapters dealing with four common issues developing in a young mind. These are titled as "the hurting", "the loving", "the breaking", and "the healing". The author designed the book from cover to cover, illustrating pictures that were woven in with her words.
The hurting describes different emotions of a female mind and body, about the silence a girl learns from her mother, the inappropriate touch by the males and the pain of a heaving chest radiating to down there.
The loving expresses the unconditional love of a mother who gives her everything (mind, body, soul) in bringing a new life into this world. The loving shows the passion of a couple which lays hidden during an argument but emerges out erotically on making up.
The breaking will capture your mind, the wilting love will make you travel back to all those relationships where you forgot to breathe and the words will help you find solace no matter it all ended. Eventually it will leave you with a smile and praise for the author.
The healing will teach you to believe first in your own self because that is the moment when you rehabilitate back into the world, your heart mends slowly, your mind feels healthy and you feel blissful.

From the book-
  • the thing about having
       an alcoholic parent
       is an alcoholic parent
       does not exist

       simply
       an alcoholic
       who could not stay sober
        long enough to raise their kids (39)

  • what am i to you he asks
       i put my hands in his lap
       and whisper you
       are every hope
       i’ve ever had
       in human form (49)

  • the very thought of you
       has my legs spread apart
       like an easel with a canvas
       begging for art (57)

  • you might not have been my first love
       but you were the love that made
       all the other loves
       irrelevant (63)

  • it wasn't you i was kissing
       - don't be mistaken
       it was him on my mind
       your lips were just convenient (113)

  • i don't know why
       i split myself open
       for others knowing
       sewing myself up
       hurts this much
       afterward (125)

  • perhaps the saddest of all
      are those who live waiting
      for someone they're not
      sure exists
      - 7 billion people (157)

  • for you to see beauty here
      does not mean
      there is beauty in me
      it means there is beauty rooted
      so deep within you
      you can't help but
      see it everywhere (192)

These are just a few words I shared here but there is a whole new world in the book. Take your favourite cup of tea/coffee and go on read it!

Rating- 4.5/5

I have the beautiful rains waiting for me by the window.
Sayonara!

-©Auldrin❤

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Book Review-The Liberation of Sita

The Liberation of Sita
Author- Volga (Popuri Lalitha Kumari)
Publisher- Harper Collins India
Format- Paperback
M.R.P- 199
No. of pages- 132

Our childhood mythologies include the very famous Valmiki’s Ramayana, the fourteen years of exile & return to Ayodhya of Lord Rama, his wife Sita and younger brother Laxmana, from which we are taught about moral values and ethics.

But how do we all remember Sita?

As Purushottam Rama’s wife?
Or
As Janaka’s daughter?

This is because father’s pride before a wedding becomes husband’s pride after the one. A woman is believed to carry her man’s name.

The Liberation of Sita as the name only suggests is the self realisation story of Sita as the daughter of Earth goddess after she was abandoned by Lord Rama. During this arduous journey she meets other extraordinary women like Surpanakha, Renuka, Urmila and Ahalya who have broken free from all that held them back: husbands, sons and their notions of desires, beauty and chastity. While Rama on the other hand too must reconsider and weigh out his role as a King and as a man deeply in love with his wife. It is reliving the epic Ramayana through Sita’s eyes.
Sita raises her two sons by herself living in an ashram where she loves peace, beauty and wildness of the deep forest, a contrast to her splendid capital stays of the past. In the beginning she is full of pain and confusion but meeting one woman after another, listening about their paths, she questions Rama and his dharma, her own identity, complex nature of fidelity. By the end she is sure about herself. Her actual origin, values, and her need for no one, not even her husband. This novel is one of the feminist best by Volga.
Somehow the story still depicts how our society doubts a woman but not a man. A man is still the dominant soul and his wife should always do according to his wishes. This book is a must read lesson to all women out there to know about and realise their own-selves.

From the book-

“I am the daughter of Earth, Rama. I have realised who I am. The whole universe belongs to me. I don’t lack anything. I am the daughter of Earth.

Rama was left speechless by these solemn words.

Devoid of Sita’s support, Rama tasted defeat for the first time in his life. By refusing to bow down to external authority, Sita had fully experienced, for the first time, the inner power of self-authority."(41)


Rating- 4.2/5
Happy reading friends!

-©Auldrin❤

Monday, September 11, 2017

The underground library (TheTelegraphicTales)

This story goes back to the year 2010, in the month of february when I was in eleventh standard. Every weekend I used to go to south extension, Delhi, Aakash institute for medical coaching. You must have heard about its extensive market. One fine day an underground library caught my eyes and after my classes were over I went there. Aaahhh the inside was so mesmerizing that I felt high as if someone pushed my type of drug directly into my veins. Being a teenager I went upto the romance section to check out the old classics but a boxed set of Stephenie Meyer’s “Twilight” made me stop. It was so beautiful that I felt the need to buy it immediately yet somehow I controlled my thirst for another day and planned how to trick my mother to come along with me the next day. My plans worked sequentially to bring mum for dropping me at the centre saying that the class started early, which on reaching she saw there’s still time so we decided to go strolling around the place and happened to find an underground library. So finally I played my trump card that my birthday was in another 6 days and how about she buy me a gift here only. As pleasing as I sounded she agreed too since it was a reasonable point. After a few minutes, I held the boxed set in my arms happily like a new born baby with tears of joy in my eyes and greed of when I would start reading it.
Suddenly I fell down to the earth after being on cloud nine for a while. You know you cant trick mothers they have an inbuilt basic instinct of catching every possible mischief that you intend to do. She took the box and gave me the first book saying I can have one for now but the remaining I shall get on my birthday. Still being satisfied I agreed as just one book was so thick it would anyhow take me 4-5 days to finish reading.
Soon I was captured in the maze of words created by the author and like its vampire character craved to read more and more and more. Sleepless & hungry like a beast I was coming towards the end of the book after approximate 20hrs of buying so I eagerly started searching for the other books wondering where can mother hide them. The search mission was a bliss when I found the beautiful box lying at the bottom-most shelf of an almirah in the store room where apparently she thought it was wise to hide. Well I too being her daughter had my share of victory but to also respect her decision, somewhat indirectly as my childish brain could think, I kept back the first novel and took the second one of the series for I knew she would only count the number of novels in the box rather than reading the names. Genius! wasn’t I ? hahaha..yes ofcourse..and so it happened that in a span of 5 days I had finished all the four novels of the series when finally on the 6th day, which was my birthday she gifted me the remaining ones.
I told her the truth about this just few weeks back when I was home, cleaning my inhouse-library, when I remembered those times I used to secretly read books especially at night in the torch light, expecting some scoldings to my surprise all she did was laugh and there came out those three little words "I always knew!". I sheepishly smiled watching her face which was filled with so much love.
Mothers are so unpredictable. This story is like one those beautiful memories we shared and the ones yet to come.
Sayonara friends.
©Auldrin❤

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Ehsaas


Wo neele aasman ki chhaanv
aur samundar ka kinara
khamoshi se bhara sama
akele hum, par koi hai yahan...
Wo paidon ki tehniyaan
jo shararat si kar rahi
apne wahan hone ka
humein ehsaas hai de rahi...
par main chup hun
aur nishabd tum
fir aisa kya hai
jo wo hain sun rahi
ye pani ki sarsarati lehrein
ya teri khamoshi
aur meri aahatein…
Jo ankhon me tere
ye anginat sawal hain
nam hothon par mere
ek raaz jaise chhipe
iss baiman hawa me bhi
ek awaaz hai
dhund unme lafzon ko tu mere...
Chahe kitni koshish kar lun
inhe tujhse chhupane ki
duniya ko fir bhi
hai khabar sahi
mai awari aur ye waqt bhi
iss shiddat ko aazmaake
naino me apne panha de...
Hai pta mere dil ko bhi
thag jane ki keemat
ye waqt laye barsaat ya andhi
bezaar main, rahungi yahin
bas yahin…

~©Auldrin❤

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Change (TheTelegraphicTales)

I was at work today when I saw these black clouds and estimated the time of their conversion into rain. I left the building for lunch just a few minutes earlier before the showers began only so that some of the drops caress my skin and heal my upset heart. Flashes of six year old memories piled up in my mind when I came to this city for the first time & I had beautiful long hair which I never intended to cut. Still the hot-humid weather forced me to take such a big step that I went to a salon and got all those layers chopped off, followed by crying for many days. Over the years I fell in love with this place getting accustomed to the heat, enjoying the rains, and promising self to never cut my hair again.
I came back to the present day on realising I was drenched by the showers of joy and I have long hair again. How silly I was back then, and how much I've changed now just a tiny thought about it becomes an eye candy in this bizzare world. Change is good, we all change at some point of time and if we don't overthink about the people around us it is definitely a change for good. Today no matter how many hardships I face yet I can see the path on which I want to travel, no matter how impossible it seems yet I have enough strength to give it my best shot, no matter how many times I lose hope this city finds a way to bring me joy. I believe everyone has that one day in their lives when the actually know what they want, when they realise what's their goal to achieve, it's just a matter of time but we should stay put so that when our day comes we are standing strong to grab it. I wish you all be ready then to embrace your new adventures with a bold & healthy heart.
Signing off.
©Auldrin❤

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Green Revolution (TheTelegraphicTales)

Today I went for plant shopping, early Sunday morning. For past few months I have been living alone in my allotted room in the hostel. Though I have two more roommates, both of them being senior to me but they just come once a week and rest of the time is just me. I have lived alone before too, it's a different feeling. A mixture of ‘independence’, ‘freedom’ for it gives you space to do anything you want and ‘hardships’ for you have to do everything by yourself like cleaning, washing etc.
For past few days there developed an intense desire of having someone, not a human for it will continuously blabber, not a pet too because there might be moments I feel it's noisy. How about a plant, I thought. Unlike my mother I was never into gardening and I know they need as much care & love like humans or animals still I decided to go for the green revolution in my life. A white hibiscus it is, placed on my room's windowpane in such a position that every morning when I'll open my eyes, my eyes will be blessed with a beautiful view.
As soon as I placed it there, my heart suddenly filled with immense happiness and positive energy. It was such a great feeling that I couldn't help but show it too my parents over phone and my neighbouring friends a live view. My mother gave the name 'green revolution’ hence the title! Someone told me that “taking care of life in a plant, animal, human is really intimate & rewarding”, while there was another who told me how it won't survive for long. My glad face immediately converted into a tensed one but soon I decided to neglect the negative comment & focus on the positive ones, “I'll take care of you”, I promised the plant and sat looking at it in a blissful state of mind.
Strange it is, how a small plant could suddenly give such immense joy and optimism. It made me realise I won't be living alone now, I have a company of my beautiful white hibiscus.
~©Auldrin❤

Sunday, July 30, 2017

First times (TheTelegraphicTales)

Today is just one day break I've got after an year long of Internship. Ahh...it amazes me to recall how far I've come, what all I went through, from seeing deaths and pretending emotionless to seeking love for self in between. I have grown, I have matured for I have learnt the professional aspect of life. Though many more years are to come, yet more than theoretical knowledge it's practicality of life that I've learnt. They will all stay in my memory forever, all the “first-times”!
The first time when I walked through the corridors of the medicine ward as a doctor. First day of work when I saw a soul leaving an old fragile body, I still remember the ashen face, it was the first time I learned to declare death. The day I did a first pleural tap in a patient with severe respiratory distress and how immediately I saw her breathing getting relieved from under such pressure. The first time when I made the biggest blunder of my life. The first time I realised that not everyone has a family and started taking care of an unknown patient. I remember his face, his lean and thin body with a huge abdomen filled with water, just like that of a pregnant woman. How daily we poked him with needles to take out 1-2 litres of water from inside his abdomen. Till the day he died, but he died relieved. The first time when a patient blessed me with happiness and good luck, the first time a patient brought for a small statue of a bird which she made herself and the first time I did lumbar puncture on the same patient to confirm the diagnosis of meningitis.
There was a first time I did a suture, in the CBOT, where life taught me another strange lesson that death is the best when it's sudden for the slow ones are too painful. I have had mornings that began with gruesome RTA’s, blood everywhere, surrounded with casualties and me standing in between, working.
I treasure the memory when I solely assisted a mother into delivering a healthy baby girl. The first time when I had to repair the episiotomy wound of a mother who had delivered a big baby. Although I always had a liking towards the subject of Paediatrics but my first day began with fear for the sensitivity of the treatment required for tiny little babies. Where the counseling of a mother comes first, even before you touch her child for anything. But ironically the day ended with beautiful smiles on the small kids. I reminisce about the day when I held a newborn in my arms for the first time. The days and nights that I spent sleepless looking after the babies in the NICU gave me a satisfaction rather than fatigue.
Then came the day when I finally learned how to put a cast on a fractured joint or limb. I recalled the statement everyone used to say, just clear your entrance then life would be fun in a medical college, just clear your MBBS & internship would be fun, but it was in my rural posting when I finally mastered how to survive.
And then sequentially after few minor postings I finally faced the dreadful “general ER”. It was a menace. Hundreds of patients in just a 12-hour shift, never thought of even counting for a day. Standing on toes during the whole shift, treating and advising people to go home, I myself used to return to my room, dead with fatigue. Yet the intriguing thing was the peaceful sleep I used to get once I came back.
To be honest I have always avoided to be in situations where there were cut injuries requiring skills of suturing, this much I was sure of that I disliked them from the core of my heart. I still laugh at myself recalling the day I had my last on-call. My night shift was to end at 8am in the morning and just at 7:30am arrived a little boy with his father. No Matter how much you try to run away from your fears you end up facing them one day. I was in no position to call anyone, neither my seniors nor my juniors, it had to be done by me, solely. So finally I did it. It was my last on-call of a year long Internship and the boy was my first patient on whom I did a suture all alone. (Sssshhhh..he didn't know that, but that little boy taught me patience by expressing it himself, at the age of 8yrs he was bolder than me for he didn't even move an inch while I did it all.)
All's well that ends well! Today is just one day I've got to spend without any calls to attend. From tomorrow I will face a new beginning, a new challenge & a new me!
Signing off.

~©Auldrin❤

Clear


Sunday, July 23, 2017

The last Sunday (TheTelegraphicTales)

Today is the last Sunday of my one year's Internship. After all the night shifts as well as night outings today I wanted to spend the morning sitting in a cafe, sipping my favourite masala tea, watching the uninterrupted rain through a large window and reading an old classic 'Wuthering Heights'. Being in the cafe for a while I looked around suddenly when I realised I was surrounded with different couples. I could overhear some of their stories and the diversity of the conversations fantasized me. Like Savi Sharma's 'Everyone has a story'  I started jotting down theirs. Couple A was on the table just next to mine, they were probably meeting for the first time, a set up by two families who wanted to fix them into a wedlock. Couple B was a newly married one out for a Sunday brunch to enjoy the romantic weather of the city. Couple C, well not a couple I guess as the guy remained constant but the girl/s were like the value of 'x', different and unknown. He seemed young to be such a Casanova type, I could infer that he chose a central location of the city to meet all of them, intelligent! Couple D being my favourite as the old couple finally got the time in their life to spend it with each other, the kids were settled with a family and they didn't mind being alone for it seemed in the race of life while trying to settle their kids they missed out on each other a lot. Now was the time to enjoy the passion again which was once so alive. I never thought about listening into other's lives, secretly stealing their stories but they amazed me. How different people can be at a single place at the same time but with such diversity. On the fifth table was a young girl trying her best to please her new client into doing business together. Her words had such a power and fineness while she spoke that no matter I understood nothing about the business yet I felt mesmerized. Alas! It was me in the last table with my love beside me whose eyes constantly stared to see the glitters in mine. Aaah..I fell in love today, all over again, with this city of Joy.

~©Auldrin❤

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Twilight


Alone
I used to live
In my fantasy world
With help of Meyer's
Twilight.
Love
Filled with its
Own distinct flavours
Me being left fully
Mesmerized.
Throbbing
Of the carotid
Felt by touching
The lips to the neck of
Human.
Resisting
The taste of one's
Favourite type of drug
In the name of honest
Passion.
And
Then I met with your
Style of silent affection
From my neck to spine
Shivering.
Alas
Those feelings once
Buried in the novel
Came out into reality
Bursting.

~© Auldrin ❤

Friday, July 21, 2017

Chester Bennington

It started with one thing
When your songs
Helped me to breathe in
As I was living
In a castle of glass
It wasn't the place
Where I belonged
I wanted to heal, to feel
Everything that was unreal
But I grew up
Breaking that habit
The loud echoing music
Bursting into my ears
Outside looking like a fool
From the inside I felt relieved
To find my destination
Crawling on the way
One step closer
I was everyday
Neither I could runaway
Nor you pushed me away
Your music walked with me
Like a shadow of the day
When you saved so many
How could you give up
Now you've surely left behind
Many reasons to be missed
& in the end you were still the best
Let us all leave out the rest.

~©Auldrin❤

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Together

Is it just an attraction
Growing between the two
Or do we all believe
In love at first sight.
For it should be decided
Over the course of years
Just like we ask our granny
How did she fell for grandpa.
It wasn't just after
The wedding night
Or the nights that followed
But surely after so many
Meals prepared together.
After birth of a few children
& after death of someone close.
After nights spent far apart
To sipping hot tea when it was cold.
It happened over all these years
For they had the patience to grow old
Together.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Golden dust


Exhaling
what I had within
My words
crumple the paper
slowly into ash
Yet again
along the wind
striving
I float in the air
like golden dust.

~Auldrin©

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Another time another place

These feelings have no end
Even if we separate,
I will meet you again
Another time another place.
If not my voice
My words shall reach you,
I'll return to reside in that heart
For this love is true.
You can move on
You don't have to stop,
It will just be my soul
Protecting round the clock.
One day shall come
Unknowingly you'll grieve,
Silently sliding out as tears
Through your eyes I will leave.
Run your fingers on the pages
Read my words to embrace,
& we shall meet again
Another time another place.

~Auldrin©

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Specially challenged (TheTelegraphicTales)

Today while working in the ER I encountered a young patient​, a boy 17yrs of age, who could not hear or speak since birth. He was accompanied by his mother who somehow managed to tell us that he has stomach ache. He was so restless that I could myself understand this much from his body language and my clinical knowledge. I started giving him some injections which would relieve his symptoms but they weren't of much help. I called up a friend who knew sign language so as to communicate with him but his mother informed that he is not educated. And there I felt the floor slipping away from under my foot, what did I just hear? A deaf & dumb boy, how will he express himself? If his two senses aren't working he still has other senses intact. He can see, he can write but his parents never realised that how important it is to express oneself. Shocked and surprised at the same time, on knowing the family history, the couple had 4 kids of which one was specially challenged. While there are many NGOs, schools and other health & education ​systems established for providing the necessary information and teaching, at a minimal cost, very much affordable and sometimes free as well yet people don't use them. The parents were spending money in lakhs for the education of their three kids but not a single penny for this child only because they thought what will he do with education. You be rich or poor but if you don't have the ability of expressing you cannot help your ownself. We talk about the big changes we want, well this is where we need to start. All the knowledge I gained in these years was useless today in front of him for even if I had known the sign language he wouldn't understand me at all. We tried counseling his parents but they didn't pay much heed to our words & took away our mysterious patient, discharging on risk bond. I could only silently pray for him because that's what we do all the time after we are done with the medicinal treatment, pray to God to handle the rest!

~Auldrin© 

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Sharing (TheTelegraphicTales)



This goes back to the time in the 90's when nanu was still with us, all of us happy inside our bubble which we thought was protected even by the heaviest of the rains. He was a grandfather to nine kids and loved each of them with all of his heart. He had a habit of feeding the roadside beggers, conversing with the tea-stall  vendors, newspaper man, postman like they were all his friends and their stories were important to be heard. Everyday on returning home he would buy fresh vegetables & meat and ask grandma to cook her best recipes so that he can feed everyone he meets the next morning well. But all these are stories I've heard growing up except for the one in which we, the grandkids were an essential part. Everyday he bought chocolates and candies equally as well as of the same flavours in the multiples of nine which on returning home he would keep in different packets dividing for each of his grand child. We got our packets during every meeting and they used to be refilled by the time we got to see him again. It took me years after he passed away to realise what he had been doing all those years, teaching us the lesson of 'sharing' by dividing in his own style. He was different but so are we, togetherness is what we learnt and promised to remain the same forever.

Eternal love


Fumes


Rust


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Graphic novels (TheTelegraphicTales)

You see and feel,
All stories don't need words!

I picked up a graphic fiction from the store today, the 'Legends of Halahala' by Appupen. It's a silent classic tales of love and adventure from a mythical world through different periods​ of history. When I decided to start with it my initial reaction was, What is this? What is wrong with me? What did I just buy? but after an hour I made my favourite tea and thought about patiently taking a look at each and every page. Maybe that's what the artists want people to do. Their distinctive art is beyond our imagination yet the more it reaches to different regions the more it would be understood. Finally that is what I did, sat down with my cup of tea and looked at each and every picture, turning every single page carefully so as to not miss anything, until the very end where to my surprise I understood my version of the stories. Captivated in an era where my time seized. The artist is surely fascinating and was successful in making my first attempt at graphic novel awesome, leaving me hungry for more.
Signing out for now.

©Auldrin❤

New series~TheTelegraphicTales


Friday, April 21, 2017

Garnering pieces

For long now
I have endured,
like a wanderer
on this path.
One by one
being acquainted,
day by day
getting befriended.
A part of me
they know,
a piece of me
I share.
Eventually,
forging ahead
yet leaving
a trail behind.
With only
a little hope
that one day
someone
would go on a quest,
to garner
all those stories
& know me
once and for all.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Hope (TheTelegraphicTales)



Mother always had everything we would ask for, from clothes to food & games to play. What else did we need back then?
Unlike home, here we had to go down the hill to buy things. Basic necessities like food, drinking water, soaps, etc were all available but only in the town.
We, me and my brother, were living in a small area in the outskirts of a village, where he used to teach and I was supposed to do the household chores because mother was no more. Daily during the trips to the town I would see an old smoky grey haired woman living on the footpath. Her eyes full of fatigue, weary face and wilting walk just compelled me to stare her everyday.
Her worn out appearance were due to the mishappening elements all through her life. Due to short on resources myself I could never act upon, but always thought about rectifying her condition when I have funds.
After months, one day I finally had money and rushed to find her but she was gone. Where, when, why, nobody knew. Infact some people thought of me as a lunatic, asking whether she even existed or am I cooking up a story to seek attention.
Finally there came the time, I could help her but she was gone. All I was left with was a heavy heart and many ‘ifs’. If I could have come earlier, if I could have asked her to wait for me, what if something happened to her, all this was happening inside my mind.
I didn't even know if ever she too noticed me all this while, or she did wait for me but was left with no time. I told my brother about her. He hugged me like I was still his tiny little sister and whispered in my ear, “She's safe dear sister, I arranged for a shelter for her at an ashram she wished to be and she has given this for you”.
He gave me a note. With tear filled anxious eyes I read, 'All this while your kind, concerning eyes helped me to not lose hope and survive’.

The end.

-Auldrin

Monday, February 20, 2017

Coffee O Kobita

This is where
I wanted to express
My feelings for him
Not by mere words
But just bringing him here
This is where
After searching places
To surprise him
I finally saw his glittering eyes
Me being gifted
At the same time
This is where
The clock would stop
So that there's no pause
In our conversations
With love he simply watched
& I would continuously talk
This is where
In a tiny shell
People come and go,
But our memories
Will live forever...

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