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

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Diary of a Haiku Traveler – Fourth Entry

Sixth Month, Twenty-Ninth Day

Temperature- 42 Degree Celsius. Extremely humid.

Location: Bhatinda, Punjab, India

Clouds and rain seems to have deserted Bhatinda as temperature soared with each passing day. I saw my dad in pain today. He has been unable to eat due to the extremely hot conditions here in Bhatinda. The frequent power cuts worsened the conditions. He is 56 years old and I know how difficult it is for him to live in such extreme conditions. I hate the government’s policy of transfers. They would have been a little considerate and taken the age factor into consideration.

I saw my father changing sides as he tried to sleep. How painful is this! I want to earn loads and loads of money so that my father can retire early and live with us. I must study and master my Japanese language skills. Moreover, I must improve my writing. My desire to become a better son is driving me to do new things. I must struggle hard, come what may.

I composed this while I was helping dad take a nap in the afternoon.

My hand fans swiftly
fails to match the ceiling fan
father takes a nap

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.

Diary of a Haiku Traveler – Second Entry

Sixth Month, Twenty-fifth day

Clear sky and hot day. Temperature: 43 degree Celsius

Location: Bhatinda, Punjab, India

Temple under the Peepal Tree

Giant Peepal tree
a temple with devotees
prayer on their lips

As I go out for a walk, I see this gigantic peepal tree with a temple under it. People from the nearby colonies gather here and sing bhajans. I stand there and look at them; certain calm prevails around the place as the evening air is filled with rhythmic dholak patterns and chants. I stand there but my mind is elsewhere, it is thinking about Uttarakhand.

The cloud bursts in Uttarakhand have taken away thousands of lives. Thousands still stranded around the holy land of Badrinath and Kedarnath. I wonder what is so holy about it. We have fucked with nature time and again and we witness the Rudra (angry) form of Ganges. Why like dumb asses we gather at places like Kedarnath and Badrinath? I can understand the religious sentiments but why in thousands we gather and fuck with nature.

The places in the mountains are not meant for so many people, we knew this fact and this is what we did. We cut trees. We make roads. We make hotels luxurious ones and not so luxurious ones. We make space. We play with the course of the rivers coming from Yamunotri and Gangotri, I am sure we have done this. Now look what happened… The temple, oh wait it still stands, a chamatkar (miracle), I don’t know and I don’t fucking care. I salute the efforts of our armed forces who are working tirelessly, amidst horrendous weather conditions to bring the survivors back home.

God lives in our hearts, he or she lives in the temple next door (oh we have temples everywhere), then what is so bloody special there that compels us to take our little kids on those difficult treks.

I have stopped watching television shows for they show the agony and pain (no wait, they also say that they are the first ones to show the tears in that widow’s eyes). Brilliant.

Giant Peepal tree
I look at the shivling*
Kedarnath’s different?

*Shivling is the symbol of Lord Shiva.

Temple and devotees and prayers

Hototogisu Haiku – A Poor Haikuist’s Tale

Little cuckoo coos
I fight with the rickshaw man
over five rupees

I feel like Kobayashi Issa these days, his pain, his life filled with agony. The haiku, I wrote this morning, features my pain as I struggle with finances. Will I ever be able to earn a good livelihood as a haiku traveler?
No matter what, I will continue to travel and compose haiku.
I am leaving for Bhatinda (a city in Punjab) on Sunday and will write haiku on my journey, stay, food, people, animals, birds and more.