Dark Haiku Tales from the Forts of India – Post 1

Bikaner Fort, Bikaner. Photo by Tarun Mazumdar

Bikaner Fort, Bikaner. Photo by Tarun Mazumdar

This series called the Dark Haiku Tales from the Forts of India is my tribute to Black Metal for being brutal. Bands like Mayhem, Behemoth, Gorgoroth, Burzum and the likes have been pummeling the scene with gut wrenching and soul twisting music for years. I am particularly in love with Behemoth.

Enjoy the series.

The series might contain fictional tales and must not be taken out of context and if taken, well, who gives a fuck. If you are offended by sexual content, please don’t read as the future posts might have sexual content.

Much Love,
Tarun Mazumdar

For the Love of Haiku

This post is dedicated to Rie Ona – my Japanese sensei, fellow musician (alto sax player – Ska Vengers, a Delhi based Jazz and Ska band) and a wonderful friend.

She enters in the class with flash cards and books while we chit-chat about our semester one results.

“Konnichiwa!” cheerfully she greeted the handful of students in the class.

“Konnichiwa Sensei!” we replied.

“Tarun san, why are you not on Facebook anymore?” sensei asks with deep concern in her voice.
“I am fed up with it. It upsets me.”
“What about your website?”
“You have not been updating it lately.”
“Yes, sensei…. Ahhmm… I am just upset.”
“But if you recreate your account, please add me as your friend.”

I was moved by her concern as these were the first things she asked me.
“Ima nanji desuka?”
“6ji desu” we replied in chorus and the class began.
Second semester’s first class was beautiful as sensei did a quick revision with us and advised us to work harder, if we are serious about learning Japanese.

During the break time, I kept on thinking about sensei’s words on my website and haiku. Hell ya, I missed writing haiku all this while. Creative block to blame or my arrogance? I don’t know.

When the class got over, sensei called me and we had a heart-to-heart dialogue. Her compassion touched my soul and the way she guided me was just what I needed.
“Tarun san, I know you are upset but by deleting your account and not writing, you are making it worse for yourself.”
“Moreover, there are people who want to read your poems and they come back but see no activity which is so disheartening.”
“Come back for people who love to read your haiku and want to be in touch with you.”

I will continue to create haiku for my beloved readers who supported me all this while.

Haiku my love, I am back.

Photograph and Haiku by Tarun Mazumdar

Photograph and Haiku by Tarun Mazumdar

I am Home

Diary of a Haiku Traveler – Fifth Entry

Seventh Month, First Day

Location: New Delhi, India

Temperature: 40 Degree Celsius. Home is always cool.

I felt so good when my bus crossed the borders of Delhi. The known faces and places went pass the bus and I knew I was home, to the place I love. Sadly, I am back only for a week before I head back to Bhatinda with dad.

A certain joy was right there in my dad’s eyes as he got down from the bus. The joy usually found in that of a little kid’s eyes when he comes back home. I admit I missed my city and no place on planet Earth can be like Delhi.

Bus passes the toll
I see the same roads and shops
dear home, my home

Metro trains and cars
preposterous auto wallahs
that’s my Delhi

Old Delhi

Old Delhi

Photograph by Tarun Mazumdar

I will do anything for you. Yes, anything.

But I won’t pull down my pants for you, of course. Read on and find out.

Diary of Haiku Traveler – Third Entry

Sixth Month, Twenty-sixth day

Clear sky. The land of Bhatinda burns

My third day in the cantonment zone with horrible internet reception but I love the change in terms of language, food, clothes, people, vocal patterns and more. As much as I love haiku, I love my readers too who come and read my compositions. This post is dedicated to all my beloved readers. A mighty hug for you. There you go…

Moving on, haiku of the day.

Road like molten bed
I sit on it and compose
And jump- ouch! the bum

Haiku on the road

Haiku on the road

On the Road

On the Road

 

If you are planning to visit Bhatinda or the neighboring cities in the summer months make sure you carry cotton clothes. The place is very humid so consume liquid; you can try sweet lassi or the salted one, Punjab is famous for lassi and you must try this beverage, it will leave refreshed.

I left the shopping complex no. 4 with 5 packets of lassi. Yum. Yum. My upcoming posts will be about the shopping complex no. 4 in the Bhatinda Cantonment Zone. Come back.