Desh ki Doordasha...!!!

"Nari nahi tu abla hai,

Kyun janam liya tune, tu ek bala hai.

Kyun hai aisi soch aaj sabki?

Kya nari hona ek gunah hai?

Bahut saha humne,ab na chup rahenge;

Manavta ka ye soshan hai....havas ka ek pradarshan.

Mang nahi rahe tumse kuch bata rahe hain,

Lalkaar hai ye ek nari ki,pukaar hai ek maa ki;

Inkalab ab ek naara hai,sara waqt humara hai.

Bebas nahi hum,janani hain...

Na janenge tum jaise hewano ko ye shayad ab soch humara hai." - Priyanka Jha

I dedicate this short poem in support of the victim....don't you think that December 2012 has shown the disaster by this?

" A weirdly awesome arranged marriage " : My entry for the Get Published contest.

An Anthology of "Real Love" in New India.
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The Idea 

I was getting older and my family, tensed for my marriage; especially mom.

Sometimes it happens with each girl, they do come in situation where family is looking for perfect match for her. This is very much frustrating when you look around and feel as if you are the solitary reaper...is there someone whom she can relate to and can share something.


Will I ever find someone who is there just for me? Will I endeavor my real love?

What makes this story real?

This story is about my marriage, There comes a time in life when we start thinking of our existence, and look back to recollect all beautiful memories we have had and many unexpected things which came across when I was getting married.

Extract

Back in 2010 one day I got a call from dad telling me to take a look at a profile ID of a matrimonial site.

I did check his profile but he appeared to be arrogant and not at all fun loving.

I called up dad and told him I didn’t like him.

I was not aware that my mom is also knew about this fellow calling up at my home she was in Pune with my brother’s.

When she came back to Delhi she asked me to show his profile and on the contrary she liked him and showed interest then after some days I took leave from office to attend my friend’s marriage ceremony and came to Bokaro Steel City…place where I had spent my childhood.

We even went to Ranchi to my maasi’s place, mom told me to show that profile to maasi and maasa ji, they too liked him and finally mom decided to call him up and she did call him.

They had good conversation and he informed if she wants this to go further then we have to rush since his father is about to leave for Darbhanga, a place in Bihar to finalize his marriage.

His name is Alok Kumar and working to TSYS, a software company in NOIDA. His dad used to work in Ranchi Secretariat so maasa ji stated he could find about them. We returned Bokaro and mom discussed this with Papa. Then they decided to call his father. I can never forget that phone conversation of papa with my FIL (Father-in-law)…here it goes:-

Papa: Hello, Is it Mr. P.K. Jha.

FIL: Yes.

Papa: May I know what is your native place?

FIL: Durgauli.

Papa: Oh! Really, then do you know Binay Kumar Jha by any chance?

FIL: Yes, he is my nephew, my eldest bro’s son.

Papa: Giggles, okay and do you have any idea that Binay has some relation in Darbhanga.

FIL: Yes, his eldest Brother-in-law is from Darbhanga ( Means Both of there’s wives were sisters).

Papa: Laughs out loud and says he himself his that brother-in-law and my mom is sister-in-law of Binay ji.

“OMG…oops was my reaction…like what am I going to marry owns maasi’s brother-in-law and would be chachi of my sis and bro…Yuk.”

EndNote : This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.


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