Monika Suri

A piece of Fiction on “Uterus on Rent “ As he does it once every month  ,  Ajay left early from his office today because his son Sujoy had come along with him and it was a Dad’s promise to his son about one hour games time  at the Centra mall in the evening before they reach back home. ” Bye Sujoy , have fun at the Centra , Love you  ” almost everybody in the office has a friendly bond  with Sujoy   as the 4 year old  steals everybody’s heart by his  smile . At the mall ” O Hi Ajay , What a pleasant surprise ! How come you are here ? ” His colleague Manoj’s   sudden appearance didn’t please Ajay ” Just came for Sujoy to enjoy  the kids rides ”  Ajay replied in a formal voice trying to avoid him ” O I see , but ,  don’t you always take Sujoy to Centra mall , how come  today here at Waves mall ? ” Manoj’s  eyes were turning  around to look for  baby Sujoy when he suddenly  noticed him with a wo...

J  stands for JUDGED .   A piece of fiction on the word  JUDGED Renu was a working girl in her twenties. She had  got married to Vivek   just two years ago .  The family consisted of his parents and his unmarried sister Shweta .  From day one Renu came in this family , she  felt being judged  even at little things . Why are you wearing this ? Why did you get late today ? Who came to drop you home today  ?  Why can’t you leave job and plan your child ? Every such statement or taunt was making  a crack in the relationship , with nobody there  even trying to fill those cracks . Vivek’s late night parties  didn’t hurt anybody else  in the family , except Renu who could smell  .  She was able to  smell his ex marital affair too along with the smell of the intoxicating drinks  from the last many months. Renu set an example of patience , courage , sacrifice , love and she  left no stone unturned . ” Beta Renu , what happened ? Are you going somewhere ? ” Tod...

I stands for : Independent (  What does this  picture tell you ?   To me , it tells that a woman who   has the wings , who  has the ability to fly , who has the power within to glow , still  has been  enslaved in a glass cage .  ) A piece of fiction on the word Independent My excitement got high up to the sky as I read the  mail  about getting  shortlisted  for  an official Dubai trip. The company must have seen some quality in me that I was required to head the team at this five days conference  . My smile , my pride , my ability , all got its wings . I got so eager to share the news with someone at the earliest . And who else would   be  better than My Better Half ?  I quickly picked up phone and dialled . ” O Aadi , I am so  so so happy today , U know what ? I am going to Dubaiiiii ” I was in such a sparky mood What to say of happy or sparky , the voice just didn’t come from the other side . “Aadi , Hello ! Are you there ? Did you listen ?  Are you able to hea...

  कलागृह में लोग इकट्ठा होने  शुरू हो गए थे । परंतु आज दिलों में वो उमंग नही थी , हवाओं में घुंघरुओं सी थिरकन नही थी, चांद जैसे अपनी चांदनी बिखेरना ही भूल गया था , एक अजीब सा मर्म था चारों ओर । नृत्यकला व अभिनय की धनी चांदनी अक्सर इस कलागृह में अपनी प्रतिभा का प्रदर्शन करती थी व तालियों से पूरा कलागृह गूंजायमान हो उठता था । अपनी कला व इस कलागृह से गहन प्रेम था चांदनी को । हर बार प्रदर्शन के शुरू व अंत मे इस मंच को बड़े आदरभाव से स्पर्श करती थी , जैसे किसी बड़े के चरणस्पर्श कर दुयाएँ लेती हो । आज इस रंगमंच से आखिरी स्पर्श के लिए  लाया जा रहा था चांदनी को , ज़िन्दगी को अचानक से अलविदा जो कह गयी थी वो । नाजाने क्यूँ  अचानक  से  उस चांदनी को , उस रंग भरे बादल को प्रभु ने अपने आगोश में ले लिया । ज़िन्दगी के रंगमंच को छोड़कर , सबके दिलों पर बिजली गिराकर , कहाँ चली गयी वो चांदनी । This post is written for the prompt “Colosseum” under #fridayfotofiction hosted  by Tina and Mayuri Read  my another #fiction piece on women empowerment  

  जैसे किसी  चौराहे पर आ गयी ज़िन्दगी पहला रास्ता खुद की तरक्की व आत्मनिर्भरता की ओर ले जाता है , तो  दूसरा रास्ता परिवार की ख़ुशी की ओर कोशिश की ताकि  दोनों रास्ते  एक साथ चल पाएं …..पर ऐसा जब मुमकिन  होता दिखाई नही दिया , तो तीसरा रास्ता अपनाना बेहतर समझा मैंने ऐसा  रास्ता , जिसमें कभी प्यार कर लिया तो कभी तकरार हो गयी कभी आत्मसम्मान पर भी समझौता कर लिया , तो कभी हठ से तुम्हें मना लिया मुझे नौकरी करके घर चलाने की तो इजाज़त मिल गयी पर  ,   “ज़्यादा हवा में मत उड़ो ” ऐसा भी सुनाया गया कभी अपने अरमानों का गला घोंट दिया तो कभी तुम्हारी हँसी में ही खुश हो ली कई बार मन आवाज़ देता है कि मुझे तो  उस  चौथे  रास्ते पर जाना था न  ?? —  “मेरी असली ख़ुशी का रास्ता”  ??   Writing for #fridayfotofiction with Tina and Mayuri                      

      As they together stepped out of  the office , someone pointed  “Hey , Our HR manager makes a sweet couple ” ” O ..No…No they are not couple , , Roma Mam  is a widow, rather Half Widow ” “Half Widow ???? What does it mean ?? Who is that man ??Whose hand  is she holding ????” **** Ten years ago Roma’s husband  Rajiv was continually facing failures at work . That day when his bad luck hit him once again  in the job interview , it  might had become unbearable for him.  In the evening , Rajiv went for routine  walk but just didn’t come back. Lots of search in different cities & on social media , police complaints , but no clue at all . Rajiv just disappeared from Roma’s life . Is he even alive ? Nobody knows. **** So many years have   passed . People started calling Roma as  Half Widow. Roma  had to struggle but she  strengthened herself too and reached the position of the HR manager of the company. Today , ...

This post won the WOW badge from Blogadda Megha is married to Akash for the last 12 years and they are blessed with a son Madhav who is now 4 years old.  Having blessed with parenthood after  many years , Akash is too possessive about his son and is always concerned about him . Sometimes his over concerned attitude shows few signs of narrow-mindedness, which Megha  doesn’t feel good about . But she has adjusted. She  gives priority to his home and family . Megha had a love for classical dance in her college  ,  which she couldn’t continue after her marriage. Last year when  she had turned 39 , she had shared about this interest with Akash and asked  for permission to join a dance academy.  But Aakash had refused on the pretext of their baby  being too small . This year , when Madhav has started going to school , Akash agrees about Megha pursuing his dance interest, but  asks her to make sure this doesn’t happen at the cost of the time and care their baby needs. Altho...

  क्या कांच का यह सेतु , नारी शक्ति को नहीं   दर्शा  रहा ??? दिखने में तो कांच जैसी नाज़ुक है नारी   , पर अंदर से लोहे सी मज़बूत है नारी । दिखने में तो कांच जैसी पारदर्शी है नारी , पर अंतर्मन में नाजाने कितने राज़ समेटे हुए है नारी । जैसे इस कांच को कई यातनाओं से गुज़ारकर सुदृढ़ बना दिया गया है , वैसे ही जीवन के संघर्षों से गुज़रकर निर्भीक बन गयी है नारी । कांच की दृढ़ता  व नारी की क्षमता , दोनों  को ही  परखा जा रहा है आज  । Linking this post with Tina and Mayuri for #fridayfotofiction    

कितना फर्क़ है दोनों माँओं में एक वो  माँ थी जो कूड़े के ढेर में फेंक गयी थी मुझे , और एक यह माँ है जो इतने सुंदर खिलौनों से सजे पालने में मुझे लेटाकर झूले दे रही है I एक वो माँ थी जो मेरे पैदा होते ही मुझे देखकर रोने लगी व मुझे कोसने लगी  थी I और एक यह माँ है जो मुझे देख  देखकर मुस्कुराती रहती है और कलेजे से लगाकर दुयाएँ देती रहती है । एक वो माँ थी जो मुझे कलंक समझती थी और एक यह माँ है जिसने मेरा नाम प्रतिष्ठा रखा है । भगवान जाने  असली माँ कौन है मेरी ? Linking this post with Tina and Mayuri for #fridayfotofiction

सक्षम के  पिता  अनपढ़ थे व उम्र भर प्लम्बर( plumber) का   काम करते रहे , पर उन्होंने अपने इकलौते बेटे को खूब पढ़ाया लिखाया  व इंजीनियर बनाया । उच्च शिक्षा के साथ साथ उच्च संस्कार भी दिए थे पिता ने ।  नौकरी के लिए शहर  भेजते  समय पिता ने कहा   ” बेटा ,जिंदगी में खूब तरक्की करो खूब पैसा कमाओ पर अपने  जीवन की आधारशिला कभी मत भूलना । यह  सोच कभी भी तुम्हारे मन मे अहंकार पैदा नही होने देगी ” आज सक्षम के पिता कई महीनों बाद उससे मिलने शहर आये  थे । सुबह जब बेटे को कोट पेंट पहनकर व टाई लगाकर आफिस जाते देखा तो  बहुत  गर्वित  महसूस किया  । शाम को   आफिस से आने के बाद बाप बेटा दिल की बातें करने लगे । “पिता जी , अब आप यहीं मेरे पास ही आ जाओ , गावँ में क्या रखा है , और हां अब  आपको वो प्लम्बर का काम करने की कोई ज़रूरत नही ” तभी एक फोन आता है ” जी जी , ठीक है , अभी 10 मिनट में पहुंच जाता हूँ ” “कहाँ जाना है इस वक़्त बेटा ? ” “पिता जी , बस कभी कभी  शाम को  कुछ पार्ट टाइम  काम होता  है  , मैं अभी थोड़ी देर में आ जाऊंगा,  आप आराम करिये ” पिता आश्चर्...

#Fridayfotofiction is a weekly bloghop by Mayuri and Tina where fiction writing is celebrated based on the photo prompt. Gurpreet Singh, known  by his nickname  Happy , was dear to all the villagers because of his generosity. Now having moved  from a  small village of Punjab , India to the big town Livingston of New Jersey  , Gurpreet Singh has  turned into Garry. The turban has disappeared, the long oiled   hair  turned into short n styled gel ones. The big city’s dazzle  has taught him to make many faces , officeface, partyface, streetface but the original Happyface is lost somewhere. His every face means business now. As he is busy reading Business Times and planning for new investments , the phone starts vibrating with a call from someone   Manpreet Singh . Garry thinks a little before sliding his hand but when he does, hears a teary choked voice in punjabi from the other side  ” Happy Veer , Bebe Rab nu pyari ho gayi ”  (Brother, Our Mom is no more in this world ...

#FridayFotoFiction is a weekly blog hop which celebrates fiction writing based on the photo prompt. Wearing a long n pretty white gown , she was selected out of hundreds of contestants from all over the world. She was crowned Miss World. She had got so many applauds from the crowd when she was walking confidently on the stage . Today when she is back home, the gown and crown have turned topsy-turvy….Why? The family has rebuked her ….Why ? She is defamed….Why? Watching out to find  why and where all those laurels  are lost . Linking this post with Mayuri www.sirimiri.in  and  Tina  Basu