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

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.”
“Certainly”

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.

Arora Ji’s New Car – Haiku for Samidare (Midsummer Rain)

Clouds of June gather
morning wind sways the tree
jamun leaves fall

jamun leaves fall
on Arora ji’s new car
she swears in Punjabi

A beautiful jamun tree stands tall in front of my balcony. Jamun is an evergreen tropical tree native to India, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Nepal and some other South Asian countries.

I live in a colony called Lajpat Nagar in New Delhi, India which is one of the poshest colonies in Delhi-NCR. We have people from different countries living here, from Iraqis to Americans to Afghanis and of course Indians. Amongst Indians, we have Punjabis (Punjab is a state in India) and Arora, as mentioned in my haiku set, is a surname. Ji is a polite suffix used in Hindi.
Punjabi is a language spoken widely in North India especially in Punjab, Delhi, Haryana and parts of Himachal Pradesh and Jammu & Kashmir.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life

Breakfast. A Tasty One.

Breakfast. A Tasty One.

A skinny structure consisting of bones and miniscule amount of flesh,me, needs a hearty breakfast. Thanks to Narayan Tea Stall – best breakfast in Delhi. The burger, chocolate shake and Narayan Special egg breads prepare the skinny boy for the battle of the day. P.s. He becomes Wolverine.

Work and Batman and Angry Maushi

Work and Batman and Angry Maushi

My workstation and yes I am still in my Christmas pajamas (if you happen to notice the tiny Christmas tree). I am a writer and poet, so this is where all the magic happens. Crime Master Gogo, Batman and Angry Maushi are my colleagues at work, they are fun to work with (clue: coasters).

Haiku My Love

Haiku My Love

Haiku my love. My eternal love. After completing a couple of articles and gossiping with Angry Maushi, I compose a haiku. So what you are looking at is my Black Book of Haiku.

Hiragana and Musashi. Japan. Love.

Hiragana and Musashi. Japan. Love.

I am learning Japanese and I have a test today. So the Black Book of Haiku is also my Hiragana practice book. Oh yes I love Musashi. My son will be named after him and my daughter will be called Otsu.

Hiragana Test

Hiragana Test

Ona sensei is happy today and so am I. The picture says it all. Nailed Hiragana. Hell yeah!

Me and my little sister Shikha

My little sister Shikha and I

Time for some fun. My little sister Shikha and I plan to eat out today and have a gala time.

Punjabi Dinner. Balle Balle. Shava Shava.

Punjabi Dinner. Balle Balle. Shava Shava.

Supper time. This is an authentic Punjabi dish or I should say platter consisting of Tandoori roti, Dal Makhni, Shahi Paneer, Pindi Choley and pudina chutney with onions (steeped in vinegar, thus the color).

P.s.: Balle Balle. Shava Shava. is the Punjabi war cry. No wait, I guess it is Chak De. Whatever.

Wolverine? Ok.

Wolverine? Ok.

Oh Wolverine! Ok he is not. Big fan though. Yes.