Diary of a Haiku Traveler – First Entry

Sixth month, twenty-fourth day, Bhatinda, Punjab, India

Clear sky, hot and humid. Temperature- 42 degrees Celsius

Summer afternoon
boys sit under the tree
and eat home cooked food

Boys Lunching in Bhatinda


The young boys sit under the tree and enjoy lunch prepared by their mums and in some cases by the dads. Oh what a sight it is to see them relish chapattis and sabzi (cooked vegetable with Indian spices), and talk about one-sided love affairs, cricket matches, and my smart phone. I go on and ask them that why are they sitting on the road and lunching.

“It is breezy here”, a boy replies in Punjabi.
“And we are bored of sitting in the class; lunch break is so much fun here.”

Today, I miss my school days and more than that I miss my mum, home cooked food (though my dad is a terrific cook as well) and younger brother Mr. A Junior. My daddy is an art teacher in a government school and I live with him here in Bhatinda, a small city in Punjab. This is the second day, since we shifted from New Delhi after his transfer.

The best part of being a freelance writer is that I can travel as much as I want provided the place has electricity and internet connection.

Punjab is going to be a great experience for me as a traveler and a haikuist. With farms, birds, trees, generous Punjabi folks, lassi (sweet milk based drink), Punjabi food, landscapes, temples, Gurudwaras and I can go on and on and on; I am sure the land will inspire the haiku heart that beats in my chest.

But, here comes a twist, I live in the Army cantonment zone which is like a fortress and it is a massive pain in the ass to leave the zone and explore the city. I hope I will get an ID card like dad and will be able to move out and travel freely.
Till then, I will write about the campus, food, my neighbors, birds and more. Stick around for the next entry.

The boys share the lunch
As I gobble up sabzi
School bell rings!

Have a haiku day!




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.