Wednesday, 20 May 2015

PAGES FROM NEW JERSEY

MONDAY, 18 MAY

Though I could not sleep well due to jet lag or change of place or the excitement yet I don't feel tired at all. The day breaks early here. It is clear at 5.30 in the morning and for an early riser like me, it is simply invigorating to mind and soul to sit with a tumbler of tea out on the terrace watching the squeaking squirrels running on the branches of  Sycamore and Magnolia trees, the hares hopping on the grassy meadows. The squirrels are big and pudgy, really seem to be the squirrels of a developed country- healthy and free in comparison to the squirrels of a developing country- small, slim and shy. They are grey in colour and do not have a striped back like in India. The hares have dotted back and are light brown in colour.



The sky is clear blue with white patches of clouds drifting on the sail of cool breeze. Yasmin shows me how to sway a towel to fire detector if it goes on in case I forget to switch on the exhaust before turning on the knob of the burner of electric stove. Every now and then the distant sound of the siren is heard. I see the joggers and morning walkers on the jogging trail in the park behind the apartment.

The WiFi connectivity is good. It is so heartening to find my track-runner App and other Apps in function on my cellphone.

Yasmin is ready to leave. I also get ready to go for a walk. We find a sealed carton lying outside the door. The online order of Acrylic Paint Canvas has arrived. Nobody here touches or takes away others' goods.

I see off Yasmin at a juncture and then turn my steps onto the jogging track of the park. I find many Indians and a few Westerners. Hunters Glen has many Indians. Yasmin has told me that it is cheaper than other places to live in. The park is big, with Basket ball ground, Volley ball ground, children's park and a small stadium. There are wooden benches too. The jogging track has two circles- inner and outer. There are trees mostly on both sides of the tracks. I take my walk on the inner circle and feel glad to find the WiFi connectivity working there too. The park is big but the walkers are less in number than the Sanjay Gandhi Park in Patna where, if you are not cautious, you are sure to collide with others. I complete two rounds of the inner circle and come back.

I have started with an acrylic painting. I work leisurely on it, taking off now and then to watch the episodes of Zee Zindagi serials or answer to the messages on Whats App. The patches of clouds have spread and the sky is overcast with them. The afternoon turns a little cold. It might rain tomorrow. Weather is very unpredictable in New Jersey.

Days are longer than nights here. It is 8.00 PM and not dark yet. People are still strolling in the park. Some are cycling too. It gets dark at about 8.45 PM. People stay awake and work for more hours than sleep at night, seems to me a good reason for Americans' success story. I remember the lines from a poem in childhood days," जो सोवत है सो खोवत है, जो जागत है सो पावत है." But these lines are so contradictory to the Sleep Therapy that suggests 7-8 hours of sleep at night to keep the worries and ill health at bay. One should rather believe in "Make hay while the sun shines."




















PAGES FROM NEW JERSEY

SUNDAY, 17 MAY 2015-

The AI 191 lands at 7.26 AM at Newark International Airport, US. How enormous and deserted it looks in comparison to that small and noisy Jai Prakash Narayan Airport of Patna. Everything seems so disciplined and quiet. After going through the immigration check and collection of the baggage, I finally make my exit through the arrival gate. Yasmin, cheerful and bright as usual, receives me, hires a cab and off we go through the wide roads and fly overs with vehicles whizzing past in different lanes. A half an hour so ride brings us to Hunters Glen, Plainsboro. There is nothing messy here. The neat row of centrally heated/air-conditioned houses with wooden stairs, carpeted floor, long french window opening onto a small terrace round the David Morrison Park is something very pleasant to behold at.



There had been a storm followed by heavy rain yesterday night. So, the ground looks wet, covered with autumnal shed leaves and dry winged seeds of fruits of Sycamore Maple trees but nowhere is there any sign of mud. The terrace is covered with them. They look like the monster sized wings of flies that infest the houses at the time of Diwali in India.



The sky is clear, the sun bright and the evening warm. We take a walk to the nearby local Chinese super market, buy fish and vegetables.

While crossing the road, I learn the traffic signal for pedestrians. People, unlike Patnaities, are very law-abiding. The laws are very stringent over here and there is always that one eyed Law-God to tame the rule-breakers. Vehicles are more in number than the population yet pollution seems an alien word for the dictionary of environment here.

The evening is good. Priyanka, Yasmin's colleague has come over to our place for dinner. We go to see her off to her place. The night is cool and mellow.

                                                                                                  ...to be continued

Saturday, 9 May 2015

 DREAMS FROM AN ALIEN WORLD


I sleep with some dreams lost.
But they creep in from an alien world.

They waft in like the aroma of kahwa cuppa,
They amble along and linger around.
The sips together with, mute looks
That vanish like the leftover, cold in the cup.
But I keep basking in the sanguinary warmth,
And,
With eyes wide awake -
I sleep with some dreams lost.
But they creep in from some alien world.

They come and rake up the dying embers,
They smell of sizzling hot aloo parathas.
The nibble, together with, mute content
That dissolves like the last bit of cake crumbs.
But I keep feeling the taste lingering long,
And,
With eyes wide awake -
I sleep with some dreams lost.
But they creep in from some alien world.

They flow in and sing a soft, mellow tune,
They whisper in the songs of a skylark.
The ride together with, silly giggling
That fades like the distant notes in the swound.
But my ears keep ringing with those sweet notes.
And,
With eyelids slightly ajar,
I sleep with those lost dreams.
But they creep in from some alien world.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

बिस्तर नींद की बेवा बन,
आँखों में गीली पसर गयी है।

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Wished I had clicked those moments, little, lovable moments like the little unsteady steps of a toddler!Though there were painful moments too that still moisten my eyes. I think I had freed my soul from the pain but the tear drops clinging to my eyes give me away. It's not that looking back is my habit yet they enter so stealthily and unsparingly that I am left with a feeling of sad vulnerability.

   
देहरी के इस पार


देहरी के इस पार वो थी
और था उसके रिश्तों का संसार।
देहरी के इस पार वो थी
पर उस पार था रिता
उसके मन का संसार।








कुहे ने पकड़ी जोर 

02-12-2014
08:38

कल नीले नभ पर फैली
बादलों की झीनी चुनर
शीत और सूरज के बीच
लगी रही दिन भर एक होड़
कल का दिवस होगा मोर।

बाजी की मध्यांतर हुई
जब शाम ढल रात बनी
शीत की हुई पौ बारह
फैलायी कुहे की जर्द चादर
जब हुई प्रात: एक सर्द भोर।

शीत से रहे रात भर गीले
ठंड की मार से दुहरे
पेड़ पौधों ने की मीटिंग
सूरज की लेनी है क्लास,
क्यूँ कक्षा में की लेट प्रवेश?

हमीं से भूख हड़ताल करवा 
दिखाता अपना अफसराना तेवर 
पल में तोला, पल में माशा 
कभी तो है शोला बरसाता
कभी कुहे से ही डर जाता। 

उसकी डंड बैठक करवाएंगे
तब जाकर कहीं हम चैन पाएंगे
कल से ना करना ऐसी गलती
वरना ठंड की बढ़ेगी हिमाकत
और हमारी बजेगी दाँत कटाकट।

आज दिसंबर की दूसरे दिन
ठंड ने पकड़ी जोर।