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काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो आपके कन्धों पर बैठ के एक और बार दुनिया देख पाता,

आपकी साइकिल पर बैठ सैर कर पाता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो आपके सीने पर एक और बार सो पाता,

आपकी सोंधी सी खुशबू महसूस कर पाता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो फिर किसी मैदान में कोई खेल खेल पाता,

आपसे जीतने की वो बचपन की ख़ुशी को दुबारा जी पाता…

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो स्कूल न जाने का बहाना ढूंढ पाता,

और घंटो आपके साथ मस्ती कर पाता…

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो फिर आपसे अनगिनतक्योंक्योंकर सवाल कर पाता,

मेरे हर बचकाने सवाल पर आपका सहज सा जवाब सुन पाता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो एक आखिरी बार आपके पास बैठ कर आपकी हर बात सुन पाता,

आपके सारे अनकहे अनसुने दुःख बाँट पाता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो आपकी हथेलियों पर फिर से खड़ा हो पाता,

और उन्ही हथेलियों की रेखाओं को बदल देता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो हर उस गवाएं पल के लिए आपके गले लग पाता,

और शायद एक बार ही सही पर रो पाता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो भगवान् से लड़ जाता,

और हमेशा के लिए अपने पास रोक लेता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो आपके आखिरी पलों में आपके साथ होता,

आपमें समां कर आपके साथ ही इस दुनिया से चला जाता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

तो स्याही बन कर आपके लिखे हुए शब्द बन जाता,

और दुनिया से जाने के बाद भी आपका नाम अमर कर जाता

 

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता,

काश मैं वो बारिश की बूँद होता

मानससमीरमुकुल

I have previously written a poem with the same name with a romantic angle – Read here – “Kaash main wo baarish ki boond hota”

This blog is a part of the #BirthdayBlogTrain hosted by Gunjan Upadhyay http://tuggunmommy.com/ and Neha Sharma http://growingwithnemit.com/.

I would like to thank Nisha from https://www.thefantasticmommy.com/ for introducing me to this blog train and would further like to introduce Silja Nair from https://vijvihaar.in/ to share her take on the prompts.

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V – Vanshavaad | #AtoZChallenge

V – Vanshavaad | #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

When a certain member of the oldest political party entered into the political fray this year, the debate around dynasty politics or ‘Vanshavaad’ was revived again. Time and again, the current ruling party attacks the opposition and tries to corner them on this topic. This was a huge talking point during the 2014 campaigning and it has become again as soon as the General Elections of 2019 approached.

I am a firm believer of equal opportunities for everyone. One should get a fairground to perform and they should be promoted on the basis of merit. When you keep shouting at the top of your voice that the other party is only of dynasts and nothing else, but you keep fielding almost an equal number of candidates then you are just exposing your hypocrisy.

Since 1999, the Congress has had 36 dynastic MPs elected to the Lok Sabha, with the BJP not far behind with 31. In 2009 the Congress had 11% and BJP had 12% dynasts elected. What this data highlight is the candidate where a father or mother or spouse was a previous candidate, what it doesn’t the candidates who are relatives or close members of a clan. As per Lok Sabha data about 44% of the ruling party comprises of dynasts.

I am not saying that one party is more democratic in nature than the other. If in one the power lies with one family then it is quite evident who controls the bridle in the other. It lies with two men.

When somebody questions their allegiance to dynast regional parties they start looking in the other direction. Regional parties are the biggest dynasts in India. One person starts a movement and three decades later there are a bunch from the same family.

When you have the same grandfather, how is that you abuse one grandson for the grandfather’s crimes but you literally forget the other grandson – just because he is a part of your political family.

Each and every member gets selected to the parliament on voting – we are still a democracy the last time I checked so I don’t understand this hue and cry about dynasty. If you question that means you are questioning every individual who voted for them. Secondly, if you literally want to question then raise them over the candidates fielded. If more and more dynast candidates keep getting voted to parliament, more and more parties will field such candidates. You stop voting for these candidates and the parties will have to change.

Sorry to say but for someone to be tagged as a dynast there have to be people in politics from their family long enough. I am not commenting on anyone’s family lineage, all I am trying to say is that when a party gets established so late and then half of its original members aren’t married because of whatever their ideology is then it is not the fault of other political figures that have kids.

Many say that there is nothing wrong in being dynasts when you are doing business and they claim that politics isn’t business. I beg to differ on that, given the amount of money being spent and the huge corporate backing to parties, especially one, it shows there are business and corporate interests embedded in the funding.

One of my batch mates is working for a political consultancy in Maharashtra in these elections. He said one of a major real estate player alone is pumping in about Rs 500 crore for the ruling party in Maharashtra. I am cent percent sure this work is not being done as a part of a charity. There are vested interests that push to go for such a massive influx of money.

In every walk of life, there are people with family lineage. I am wondering did Narayan Murthy’s son or daughter start as fresher in Infosys?

Blaming the offspring for the crimes of parent…I mean how logical is that. If that is your yardstick then once a person commits a crime the whole family should be maligned forever.

Nowhere it is written that if someone is a dynast then they can’t deliver. I know I am citing Bollywood, but it is the second most abused field when it comes to nepotism. I agree, that the people who get favored, their entry is easy, but I would totally disagree that they would keep getting work after continuous failure. The ones who have the talent and have proved their worth, last longer.

Similarly, in politics, I can give ample examples where the second or third generation have performed equally good if not better whether they hail from any political party.

Another issue that they raise when they discuss Vanshvaad is that these people don’t work at the grass root level and directly get tickets to contest elections. Well, the ruling party is on a hiring spree, purchasing candidates, Bollywood celebrities and cricketers in the morning and giving them tickets by the night just exposes their hypocrisy even more.

In fact, politics the world over is a highly dynastic and countries have elected members of the same family, from the US and Japan to the Philippines and Indonesia, so India is not unique. A study, ‘The Effect of Political Dynasties on

Economic Development’ states – Individuals are 110 times more likely to enter into politics if they have a politician father, compared to other elite professions such as medicine and law.

When you question the youth what profession they want to choose, I hardly see anyone saying that they want to join politics. If you see all around you right from the Panchayati level to the top only the tainted candidates get fielded, with very little as an exception. This scenario will change but over a longer period of time when citizens begin to participate.

The simple logic is if you have a problem with Vanshavaad simply don’t vote them.

Till then all I can say is, Keep enjoying the Mela!

For all those who believe in the merit-based system,

For all those who are against dynasty politics,

For all those who are grass root workers,

And

For all those who believe that Vanshvad is here to stay…

It’s not a goodbye,

But it’s a GOOD BYE.

Manas ‘Sameer’ Mukul

This is the 22th post for the #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z. My theme in Politics Category is ‘IPL – Indian Parliamentary League’, where I would be covering some relevant issues with the General Elections 2019 through the course of 26 posts.

Read the previous post here: IPL – Indian Parliamentary League

Please do visit tomorrow for the next post with letter ‘W’

I am also taking part in the #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z using another theme –‘Dubai – City of Gold‘. If you love travel head over to the Travel Theme and share your feedback.

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K – Kite & Kids | #AtoZChallenge

K – Kite & Kids

Dubai is famous for its sandy beaches and mesmerizing skyscrapers. Dubai is also famous for its endless theme parks and multiple attractions for kids. I have previously discussed many of the adventure lands; this post will highlight other kids friendly places where they can have a joyous time.

Kite Beach

Yesterday we discussed extensively the Jumeirah district, well Kite beach is an extension of the Jumeirah beach itself. It is situated between the Jumeirah beach and the Jumeirah public beach. One look at kite beach and you will know it is all about kids.

It has a Skate Park, outdoor trampolines, an adventure gym and a dedicated play area for the little ones. Kite beach also offers multiple activities like wakeboarding, stand-up paddle boarding, kite surfing, beach tennis, beach volleyball and kayaking. Its pristine stretch of white sand and a 14 km joggers track is a perfect place for you to enjoy with your kids.

Dubai Dolphinarium

If you are looking for a location to take your kids to, Dubai Dolphinarium is a must visit. It is a 5000 sq mt dolphinarium that is home to bottlenose dolphins and fur seals who are the real stars of the show. They will perform all sorts of fun activities including dancing, singing, jump through hoops, ball play and they will even paint. I found the host of the show very interactive and engaging with the audience.

You can also get up-close and personal with the Dolphins and seals and get yourself clicked while playing and swimming with them. This, of course, comes at an extra cost. Watch out for the splash of water if you are occupying the front rows.

You can also watch a bird show which showcases about 20 exquisite rare species from across the globe. The huge Brazilian eagle is the showstopper of the show.

Open Hours: Monday to Saturday – 10:00 AM-7:00 PM, Sunday – Closed.

Dubai Glow Gardens

If you want to teach your kids and make them aware of the environment, then this is the place to be in. There is a special edutainment zone where kids can have interactive fun. Their tagline is ‘It’s a wonderful world’ and it literally transports you through many wonders of the world through its 10 dedicated zones – Ice Park, Dinosaur Park, Art Park, Glow Park, Flower wally, Colorful World, Happiness Street, My Dubai, Glowing Safari and Happy Forest.

Timing: Daily, 4:00 PM to 12:00 AM. Tickets – 65 AED.

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Bounce Dubai

It is the biggest indoor trampoline park in Dubai with more than 100 interconnected trampolines. It is a popular adventure destination for kids, athletes, and the general public alike. They are certainly living up to their mission of ‘inspire movement, creative expression and human connection’. Take your kids to this wonderful location and watch them bounce with excitement.

Kidzania

Remember how we used to do role-plays of doctors, firemen, and a police officer when we were kids, KidZania is exactly that. It is an activity-packed interactive indoor city where kids learn and grow while playing and having fun. There are more than 80 role-plays on offer. It is situated inside the Dubai Mall.

Ice Rink

While you are still inside the Dubai Mall there is another attraction that the kids will love. The adults too become kids for a day, when they try their hands at ice-skating at this Olympic sized ice-rink. It recently launched a full coaching program that teaches basics as well as advanced skating techniques. There is a dancing session with disco lights and tunes, which the older kids will definitely enjoy.

LegoLand Dubai

Playing with Legos is one of the cherished memories of every child. Legoland is an adventure theme park, brought to you by the most popular toy manufacturers in the world, which takes you in the world of Legos. There are over 40 thrilling rides including Lego Factory, Lego City, Lego Kingdoms, Lego Miniland, and Lego Technic Twisters. It is a part of Dubai Parks and Resorts, where you can also visit Motiongate Dubai and Bollywood Park.

Timings: Operates daily from 10:00 AM to 6:00 PM.

Tickets: Starts at 145 to 285 AED

Ski Dubai

Snow in the middle of the desert? Don’t worry! Dubai has it covered. Located in the Mall of the Emirates, it is spread over a 3,000 square meter area and with temperatures being maintained -2° C – it is covered in snow all the year round. One can enjoy a plethora of chilling activities like snowboarding, tobogganing, skiing and watch penguins.

Note: kids below the age of 3 years are not allowed to visit Ski Dubai.

Jumble – the Urban Maze

It is the world’s first urban indoor maze where kids over the age of 12 can visit and tickle their brains by solving brainteasers. It not only tests your mental skills but physical skills as well. It elevates the concept of escape rooms that are spread over 3,500 sqm space, with twists and turns.

Tickets start from 175 AED and the maze is open daily.

Multiple Parks and waterparks

There are various public parks spread all across Dubai where the entire family can go and have a fun-filled picnic. There are multiple waterparks also in Dubai that will be discussed at length in the subsequent posts.

For all those who love kites,

For all those who love parks,

For all those who like snow,

And

For all those who love kids…

It’s not a goodbye,

But it’s a GOOD BYE.

Manas ‘Sameer’ Mukul

This is the 11th post for the #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z. My theme in Travel Category is ‘Dubai – the City of Gold’, where I would be covering everything about the city in the course of 26 posts.

Read the Previous post here: Dubai – City of Gold

Please do visit tomorrow for the next post with the letter ‘L’

I am also taking part in the #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z using another theme –‘IPL – Indian Parliamentary League’. If you are keen on following key issues pertaining to the upcoming General Elections head over to the Politics Theme and share your feedback.

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Happy Birthday Papa

Happy Birthday Papa

The year was 1991. I was about 5 years old then. Papa always motivated us to be courageous, brave and work on our fitness and had this habit of saying that his body was made up iron and how I should also exercise and eat right to get that perfect balance for the body.

It was a hot summer morning and my summer vacations were going on. Papa was following his daily routine of exercise. I was in a fun mood that day and somehow got hold of a huge stick. He was sweating profusely and was exercising bare-chested. I was always a naughty child and was always ready with one or two tricks everyday.

That day I dared him, “Papa you always say that you are made of iron. Right. I want to test it today.”

He casually replied, “Yes I am and so are you. So how do you plan to take the test?”

Exuding my childhood innocence I stupidly suggested, “I will hit you with this stick on your back and lets see whether you feel any pain or not.”

One thing I would like to highlight about him; he was exceptional with kids especially when it involved their curiosity. He would never shy away from answering lamest of queries and encouraging them to try out new things. He always taught you would never learn until you fail.

He persuaded me to go ahead.

I kept on asking him again and again whether he was sure. Each and every time he confidently replied, “Yes! My son. Bring it on.”

I thought that I had thought this through but I was too naïve.

With all my might I swung the stick hard and bangggg!!!

Papa and Me

A crimson cylindrical line appeared where the stick hugged the skin.

Moments later similar crimson lines appeared on my cheeks with the love that was showered by my mom after the Iron Man test was completed.

Everybody in the family including my mom was shocked that I actually did it. They all thought I was just playfully bluffing. For a moment I was appalled too that I actually did it but it was all too late by then.

This was the kind of bond Papa and me shared for the major part of our lives. I remember he being either my partner at the running end on a cricket pitch or would be bowling to me being as part of the opposition. He always said that we are friends first and father-son later.

I clearly remember the nights scarred with power cuts and me spending most of them on his shoulders bombarding him with innumerous ‘whys’ and then would doze off on his chest. I would suck the juice out of oranges and then would give him the pulp to finish. How he would take me to buy cream rolls every evening. How he would take me on a bicycle round and round every time it rained. The memories are uncountable and the vacuum is forever.

For the last 3-4 years he would constantly say to me that I want an hour from you and want to discuss something but destiny always deceived us. In fact there was a trip, which we both undertook and the only time that we were separate was the time when we would use loo. I guess this sums up what a father-son relation actually becomes when they grow old. Both of them have so much bottled up to say but none of them has the courage to look weak.

Everybody loses someone in his or her life and my case isn’t special. It’s just that sometimes when the people are alive you don’t have the words and expressions to convey your feelings and this is my way of communicating to him. I am sure wherever he will be he will be in peace and would definitely be smiling over me; reading what all I write. It’s been 530 days since he left us and he would have been 65 years old today. There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t craved to speak to him and hug him. Some would say he left too early…All I would say is that he lived like a king and he left royally too where he didn’t give anyone a chance to serve him in any manner and take care of him.

Manas ‘Sameer’ Mukul

A poem by my sister Shraddha Mukul

Life has moved on, and yet you still remain,
Your absence your memories is unbearable pain.

Every day I wait to sleep wait to be with you in my dreams,
I hug you, I hold you so close … your presence makes me smile,
And then I wake up and see you gone,
And that you were never there …you are gone for a while.

I waited on my bday … coz you promised you will always be there,
No matter which part of the world I am, you will come to me to celebrate,
You didn’t come … I am still waiting…
And now I wonder I might go crazy at this rate.

When I was little I always thought … nothing will ever happen to you,
And that you are “my daddy strong”
Look where I am standing Papa,
I feel so so very wrong.

I am angry at you and I feel cheated,
You promised you will never let go of me,
I am falling in the dark Papa,
Don’t you care anymore, can’t you see?

People say I am silly,
that one who goes never comes back,
They don’t know our connection, Papa
I know you will find me even in a world pitch black.

– Shraddha Mukul

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The Cricket Bat

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The Cricket Bat

The continuous ringing of doorbell was a unique trait of Papa’s arrival. Every time that happened I almost instinctively knew who would be on the other side of the door. I was right this time too.

As soon as he entered he announced, “Listen I have a meeting in the evening and I will be leaving early. Sit down, I want to have a quick chat regarding the preparations of the reception”. We both sat down on the sofa in the living room and started discussing. I told him about the things that were already taken care of and what were the expenses involving that.

He went to the items that were yet to be finalized and what would it approximately cost us. While he was still speaking I don’t know when I involuntarily stood up and started walking to and fro. In fact, I didn’t realize until he pointed out to me.

“Why can’t you simply sit and continue a serious conversation? Why are you so restless always?” Papa questioned digressing from the main discussion. By now mom and sister had also joined in. In an attempt to showcase sincerity I blurted, “I am all ears and listening very carefully to what all you are suggesting”.

A smirk had already formed on my sister’s face. She knew where this was heading, like the usual conversations where, in the end, Papa will get angry and frustrated and without completing the discussion, shout at me and leave for some work.

My Cricket Bat

Papa began again with the details. A few minutes later he shouted again. This time I was unconsciously shadowing batting postures with my favorite childhood bat in my hands. “I am earnestly listening to you, Papa. I swear. I can repeat each and every word that you have said”, I pleaded to keep him calm.

It was too late. He was already irritated and all I could overhear was he shouting at mom saying what’s wrong with this boy? Why can’t he just listen to me? Even if he can’t…he can at least act? Someday I will definitely burn this cricket bat of his, somehow it becomes a part of every discussion. My mom sarcastically replied to him, “You are the one who gifted the bat to him”.

The ignition of the car suggested that Papa drive away. My sister was now laughing, as it was a daily routine for her to see every discussion end this way.

My parents say that I have a good memory and a decent recall power. As far as I can remember the first memory about myself is holding a plastic cricket bat and being surrounded by plastic cricket balls. I was about 8 or 9 years old when Papa gifted this bat to me.

Even in ‘the State of Happiness’ I highlighted this. Playing cricket with him was pure bliss. It brought happiness and joy beyond words.

I would carry this bat along with me everywhere possible. Like the girls have their dolls by their side, I would have my bat. I would even sleep with it. I have scored most of my childhood runs with this bat. I still remember how Papa taught me to oil a cricket bat and how I would take care of it like the most precious thing in the world.

It has seen its ups and downs. They were phases where I felt that it might get broken but with the help of some adhesive tapes and extra love and care, it has seen those treacherous and scary days off.

Even today, if you visit my house you will find it in the living room living along with us. You will still see me playing around with it, mimicking cricketing postures even during serious discussions. There were many times when my mother and sister during their clean-up drives, tried to get rid of it. But they know that it is like those older movies of fairy tales where the villain will only die once you kill his pet parrot, similarly my lies in this cricket bat. It is my first cricket bat and is like my first love.

For all those who love cricket,

For all those who have their bats with them,

For all those who still play with them,

And

For all those who are still living with them…

It’s not a goodbye,

But it’s a GOOD BYE

Manas ‘Sameer’ Mukul

 

 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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The State of Happiness

It was an early Sunday morning. Around 5 am he shook me out of my slumber. He signaled me to be extremely cautious and not make any noise. He hated waking up people but on Sundays, he would make an exception. I quietly picked up my cricket bat and bowl and went to the roof. I had to make sure that I don’t wake up my mom else our plan of morning cricket would not be executed. He was waiting there for me.

For fifteen years since my early childhood, my father and I would go and play cricket every Sunday morning. On days when we would be playing on the roof, we had to take care of the plants mom had planted. On those evenings she would find a branch or two cello-taped and we would be banned from playing on the roof. This ban would only last till the next Sunday and my father and I would be back to our mischievous best.

That is my earliest memory with my father. Playing cricket with him was pure bliss. It brought happiness and joy beyond words.

Happiness is like success. It is not a destination but the journey. It can last for a moment, an hour, a day or a lifetime. It depends a lot on internal as well as external factors. It is a state of mind.

Happiness brings a smile but a smile is not necessary for me to be happy. I can be silent…observing a picturesque view…and be completely happy without smiling. And I can be all smiling and laughing out loud without being happy.

Happiness comes from within and depends from person to person. A person can have all the wealth and pleasure of the world and he might still be unhappy while, on the other hand, a person earning just daily wage…sleeping on a footpath be content and happy. People befriend adversity and somehow find happiness in that also.

A monk is happy when he finds peace through meditation while an entertainer finds happiness by witnessing how happy his audience is.

For me;

Happiness was playing cricket with him – when he would be my partner at the other end or I would be facing him.

Happiness was sleeping was on his chest and talking to him for unlimited hours sitting on his shoulders.

Happiness was asking him irrelevant innumerous ‘whys’ and he patiently responding to each and every one of them.

Happiness is finding sleep in mom’s lap and love in her food.

Happiness is teasing your sister and pulling out pranks on her and then spending the rest of the days pleading her not to complain to mom.

Happiness is having a meal together with all the family.

Happiness is the tea, pakode (snacks) and the petrichor of first rain.

Happiness is facing the red cherry opening the batting.

Happiness is bowling leg spin and getting the batsmen bowled behind his legs.

Happiness is holding her hand when you are down and out, knowing that there is someone in the entire world who will never turn her back on you when the entire world will actually face the other way.

Happiness is going for a long bike ride in the mountains.

Happiness is playing with kids and letting them win.

Happiness is taking a long walk in a downpour and getting completely drenched.

Happiness is cracking jokes in a group of friends and being a reason for their smiles.

Happiness is traveling to places, meeting new people, learning about their cultures, eating their food, speaking their language and experiencing their lives.

Happiness is dancing to any tune and making others dance with you too.

Happiness is acting in a theatre play and seeing your parents with tears in the audience.

Happiness is the delight of putting my thoughts into words and seeing it reach to the readers.

I believe these days everybody is so caught up in the paraphernalia surrounding them, that they have actually forgotten how to smile…how to be happy. We are just living a dead life. It is like pressing the play button at 28 and stopping it at 60 without realizing to live the moments.

I took the part of being the Joker to bring some smiles and happiness to people and their lives whenever and wherever possible. Humor is the medicine which can save lives out of grimmest of situations. I have seen biggest conflicts getting resolved when both the parties broke into laughter at the same time.

Smile often, people…Laugh genuinely…be aware of every moment. Let happiness come to you rather than you pursuing it. And you will surely find your peace.

For all those are in the pursuit of happiness,

For all those who believe in positivity,

For all those love to smile

And

For all those who are genuinely happy…

It’s not a goodbye…

But it’s a GOOD BYE.

Manas ‘Sameer’ Mukul

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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Some might say that it’s wrong

 


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It was the last day before the summer vacations of the kids were about to start. All the ladies in the WhatsApp group – ‘Class of 2003’ were busy gossiping about how they have convinced their husbands to pick up their kids from the school.

Nothing is as refreshing as seeing your father at the end of a long hot summer afternoon at school come to receive you.

They all lined up outside the main gate, waiting for the final bell to go off. Most of them were coming straight from work in their formals while some belonging to the self-employed class had the privilege of being in casuals. But there was one, who was dressed up like a cool dude. He had come on his Royal Enfield Bullet. The aura around him suggested that this guy doesn’t have an iota of a worry. He too was their batchmate but looked way too younger and was in great physical shape. He was so good looking that some of their wives even teased them by mentioning his name at odd hours.

The moment the other men saw, the humming of bees started among them. Each and every one was jealous of him. It was as if the roles had reversed and now they were discussing (read cribbing) more like their wives. The reason being he was still unmarried.

The WOW prompt

Some might say that it’s wrong to remain unmarried but I really envy him for the fact that how can someone have so much freedom and fun. Slowly each of them started pouring their heart out:

You get to sleep on any side of the bed…in fact, the whole damn bed is yours. No fight for the pillow…no tug-of-war for the blanket at night. No changing of diapers at 2 am.

These so-called ‘parents’ and ‘elders’ are never satisfied with whatever you do. They were after my life first to get married. After I got married they were after me for giving them a grandchild. Now once I fulfilled their wish they are chasing me to give the child a sibling.

First, they say you are doing all this for the family but where is the time for the family. From 8 am to 11 pm I am slogging in the office earning for the EMIs that are reducing us bit by bit. If it weren’t for wife’s Facebook posts I would have even missed the growth of my kids.

Some relatives suggested get married to a small town girl; she will be a good housewife. Now she has become a great housewife along with three maids doing the better half of her duties.

He still gets to play cricket on weekends while we spend most of ours in the queues of supermarkets. He is partying on Friday nights while we are busy helping out with home works.

He gets to take out his bike, do solo trips and explore the mountains while we end up spending the holidays just planning where to go. Most of us spend more time doing to and fro outside the movie theatre than actually watching the movie.

In fact, to his credit, he did give a Russian girl a real chance but the family went crazy the moment he brought her home. His life is so perfect as he can choose to go out with different girls on different nights and his eyes became moist (The one who was saying this). Everyone went quiet reflecting on their miserable lives.

The bell rang…kids came out running…each outpacing the other in the desire to hug their father.

The dude overheard everything. He turned towards the men and said; “You know what I miss the most, my bundle of joy running towards me like this as if I mean the world to him.”

For all those who are still unmarried,

For all those who are single,

For all those who are married

And

For all those who love their kids

It’s not a Goodbye

but it’s a GOOD BYE

Manas ‘Sameer’ Mukul

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