Why?

Why?

Why? I asked, and he smiled. Ignored Probably as I was very small.
Maybe my age reflected an under-understanding of what I have asked.
Or the importance becomes negligible when strong question is asked by a kid.

Why? I asked again, at my teenage.
My rebellious age made it sound rude.
How can I ask an authority to respond to an action taken years back?

Why? I asked again in my twenties.
Tiredness and demand of Justification were there in my query.
The hurt of the Ego may be to the respondent that he didn’t answer yet.

Why? I asked again, in towards my mid-age.
Silly he thought, that I still needed an answer.
“I even forgot about it” was his reply.

How can you still remember? he asked,

“Axe Forgets but Tree Remembered” I replied.

If the story goes further I predict.

Why? I would ask again on his Deathbed

Expecting an answer, which he never can make sense of.

Why?

 

-Written by Tapish Dongre in the memory of the unanswered questions by people very dear to me.

Untold Stories Post 82: Muze Mummy K Pass Jana Hai (I want my mommy)

 

Don’t blame the Mom, it was an accident. It can happen to anyone. Unfortunate but true.
Don’t blame the Child, he was just curious to see the world. Excited, lost, but dint even realised when it happen.

The baby who can walk now, lost his attention along with the small palm grip he had with his mother.

Walked towards the most colourful distraction he could see in Super-Market as big as the whole word to him.

In this process forgot that his mother warned him multiple times, “do not ever leave my hand”.

The small soul started his journey towards exploration of the treasures what the world had for him.

Reaching to this magnificent destination, the child realised the mother’s warning.
But till this time, he is so away from his mother that finding path back to her on his own, seems to be an impossible task on its own.

The Baby did the best he could. Remembered the path he came from. Walked on it for so long. And finally came to conclusion. His has lost his mother.

Tears rolled down inside of him before it could be expressed on his face. He cried, yes because it was allowed, that’s what a baby can do.

Watching the baby alone, people nearby started to wonder. Not all came for help but one. She was a brave soul. Could understand the pain that baby is going through.

Picked him and asked, “Are you lost? Where is your mother? How dose she look like? Let me help you finding her.”

The baby felt relaxed for the first time. An assurance that he could be re-united with his mother.
An hope that everything will be alright again. With this hope and clearing his own cloudy thoughts, the child tried his best to answer the stranger about his mom.

The stranger woman did everything the best she could do. To sooth the baby’s life, few movements, for how so ever short it may be, count that time as life as true.

She gave him two toys to pay with. The baby was both happy and thankful for the gratitude. But only moments later he cried again and said,
“MUZE MUMMY KE PAAS JANA HAI” ( I want to go to my mother.)

The Woman tried every thing in her power to search for his mother. Told others, went on places the baby described and finally made a public announcement.
She will be waiting in a designated place along with the baby and urged the mother to please come and meet us there.

Baby had the stranger woman, her sympathy, her company and the two very beautiful toys she gave him. But the baby still cried, and shouted, “Muze Mummy K Paas Jana Hai.”

That was a long wait, a very long one, but finally on the designated place, a woman came running with tears on her eyes. She couldn’t take her breath properly, but she held on to her faith.
The baby said, “MUMMA” and they hugged each other.

I don’t remember properly what happen next. I know I am just a narrator of this story but no one told me in detail. As It has already been more than 30 years to this story.

The walking baby has grown up to be the perfect man. Explored the real world bigger than the Supermarket of his childhood. Met the another strange woman of his life who had enough empathy to commit life together with him.

Gave him two magnificent Kids that he never required another toy. He was happy. Living the perfect life.
And One unfortunate Day, his mother Closed her eyes.

Even at age 30, he was still a child.
Tears rolled inside of him before his eyes could shine.
He was quite this time to watch his mother go.
Few people around him who could actually know,
Whats going in his heart he wanted to say out a loud.
Even after years he had the same words in his mouth,

“Muze Mummy Ke Pass Jana Hai”
(I want my mommy.)

#tapishdongre #untoldstories #utsp
(Inspired by recent events in life of my former boss and very close friend. May his mother’s Soul rest in Peace. She was really a wonderful woman, I spend few meaningful chats with. And I actually cried before writing this story and again while reading the draft.)

Untold Stories Post (UTSP) 80: Marvel vs DC = Fictional Neutral Post

Stories were, are and hopefully will be my passion that motivates me time to time.

With my previous mention on multiple occasions, this must have come across that in current generation of Fiction Wars, I am a super Marvel Fan.

This gives me a strange opportunity to randomly meet strangers and connect with them sharing the same love for stories.

In my understanding Marvel has reached up to that limit where ancient literature like “Ramayana and Mahabharata” would have reached.

The character depth, story cross connection, multiple language translation, huge roll over of currency and love are the common factors I could get comparing various literature and Marvel universe.

I even observed that there is No Particular GOOD or EVIL permanent state of a character.

Dead-pool being the Villain of X-Men series is now a Hero having his own franchise.

Venom being villain in Spider-man series is now a comparative Good character according to 2018 story line.

This was similar to Ravana begin the Villain of Ramayana but later fiction, more research and ongoing work presented him as a good  devotee of God (Not that bad Man then).

Krishna being the super hero, smiled as Gandhari’s son death and sentenced to internal curse. (Bad present inside Good)

I can comment more by comparing Greek Stories and Bible or Quran, but at last results the same purpose. Stories to teach a lesson, to inspire, to learn, to entertain, to fear, to laugh and to connect with similar or dissimilar mentalities over the globe (and hopefully beyond).

Yes UTSP is mostly about personal experience with day to day scenario, thus let me divert in the above comparison and tell you another story.

I was working in Sun-corp Stadium and I met a guy who was leading the food retail team on that particular day. We started talking about fiction stories and then he said, he is a DC fan thus he is waiting for AQUA MAN release this year.

I replied I am as eager as he is, but I am also interested in next edition of Infinity War (which is Marvel Based story-line).

Suddenly he was firm and said, I don’t watch Marvel movies BECAUSE I am DC fan. The discussion went on and on about Marvel and DC.

Late coming home I realized, Fuck the shit.. I love both Marvel and DC. Being one’s fan docent mean I hate the others.

Many days later when I was watching the 2018 Venom, I meat a Marvel fan who hated DC fictions up to an extent that he would not support even the release of AQUA MAN.

And the next step I am doing in this post might be controversial but pattern seems to be true at my current understanding.

I am trying to develop pattern or similarities between religion and fiction. (Both having its followers, preachers, as well as extremist)

More I met with people I gained info that People following Marvel in general avoid DC and vice a versa.
Similarly people following one religion or faith try to avoid lessons and practices from other. And Extremist even try to pin down the non-followers of their own kind.

The time I was most glad was, while meeting people who believe in Peaceful co-existence. The people who like to put Political, Racial, Linguistic and Religions barriers aside and share a Smile together.

Being Atheist (agnostic actually) and Religion neutral gave me access and acceptance to people from all religion. And being Fiction Neutral gave me the entertainment from all over the industry.

And thus I even hope to meet more and more people who are able to keep the FICTIONAL FOLLOWER barriers aside and give chance to be entertain from more and more and stories, let that be from DC, Marvel or even M. Night Shyamalan’s Unbreakable Universe.

Who knows I might create a new genre in future years to have a fan following. But in all case, Do love each other, and Keep each others happy. Let only the Fictional Characters Fight. 🙂 We as humans can co-exist.!!!!

#utsp #tapishdongre

Harry Potter Returns

If  I could manage to Get 1000 likes for this story, I will Publish this book as per public Demand.

The Year is 2035, Craze of Harry Potter, the famous Novel written by J.K.Rowling is fading away with time. People believe the Harry Potter Books, Comics and Cos play Uniform is a collectible now. The story of the Boy Who Lived is a classic one. But The deep believers always believed that there is always possibility that an crystal clear Imagination of J,K. Rowling is not fictional one, she has seen something what we, the general public has not. People started entering and discovering the lifestyle of the author, but failed again and again. The research is still on…..we hope to uncover the fact some day some time…

Million Copies of the Book sold, 1000’s of cos play flying broom and magic wands reached public already, ebay.com got the highest hit index to buy model of Nimbus 2000 and Ron’s Magical Wand, though broken one but still functioning,

Functioning…????? Really or Its an imagination???? Or simply a believe that makes the story true, But I discovered this boy Named Ayush in Central India, in the states of Maharashtra, who had something different that grew my interest in him. Ayush is studding in Class XI and earns more than 30 Thousand Rupees in a month. This is an Ideal salary what professional Engineers Could earn if placed in well known company of India. But this teenage boy either had different level of skills that it was believable that he could earn the amount and stand on his own feet at an early age.

I tried to earn in many Different ways, but I was not able to achieve what this child could attain in age of 19 years, My failures made me angry on myself but curiosity to learn his ways of earning was much higher than the jealousy factor I had in me. I tried my best to gel with this guy and be with him to learn his secrets. The only things I have Discover was, He likes playing video games, watches lot of Television Serials, Has learned lot of different languages, some existing in real world and some fictional languages which is used by elves and other species of the fictional stories of my knowledge. His room is full of collectible from  different cartoons, storybooks, novels, movies. The only Idea I could have by entering his room was, This boy lives in a fictional world.

His computer had Iron-Man shaped Wireless Mouse, Pencil stand was in shape of Skull form the movie Indiana Jones, Stupid Harry Potter Magical Wand stick always hanging as a wind chain which strikes my head everytime I entered his room, Saskue’s Sword form the anime Naruto as a display on his Table. The room was full of mess and books everywhere that there was no place to sit peacefully. I couldn’t take the messy surrounding and preferred to stay out of his filthy palace and breath fresh air in the real living world. The curiosity dropped completely and I stopped judging his ideas and started my ways of thinking how I can earn money and find things in real world as I am not Ayush Ghotekar.

Once Ayush Came to my house and said, Bro I want to show you something, I assumed this must be a new electronic device which he shows me every time he purchase something new, He said its interesting and little scary so he wants someone to be with him when we go there. I explained him there is no place on our outskirts  where you will feel scary and curios too to enter that you cannot go…

He said what If I want to take you more farther than our outskirts? To which, I replied Oh you want to go to city, let me take my motorbike,  I will drive you there.

He gave me a wired and skeptical look and said bro just come with me, I want to take you somewhere more far, A place you have been there before, but its different that what we expected or told…

I was still puzzled and I said, Ayush, lets not cross the state border it will takes us days to come back. Ayush got angry and Busted: You are not listening  to me you have to experience it yourself. Hold This he said and handed me a dummy Magical wand form the story Harry Potter which usually is hanging on his wind chain. The wand was actually so heavy that I wondered for the first time, how did he managed to carry this till here, and on the first place, how did this wand was hanging as wind chain as only lighter materials are kept for the make of wind chain.

He told me then, Stop Believing in what you have learned so far and keep your brain pre-occupied in thoughts that you don’t have space to fit new Ideas. The world is different that what you have studied form last 25 years. Believe me, thought you might have traveled whole India and Australia, you have not seen even an inch of the world what I have seen in last six months. Keep your mind open and observe the changes around you. Now you have to observe that I am not moving my lips but still you are able to read my thoughts loud and clear, Cant you UNDERSTAND????

I dropped the stick on my hand in Panic and dropped on floor as my brain shut down instantly that I was not able to accept this change happening around me.

When I woke up the stick was again in my hand and somewhere from long Ayush was calling..Do you still want to take rest or come to the world I want to show you??? If you are ready come to my house as soon as possible.

I dint had a second thought. I completely forgot that I have an assignment to submit the next morning and I took my bike and rushed towards Ayush’s House hiding the wand in my bag. When I entered his room again, the filthy mess dint bothered me, I was more curious to know more and more about the wand and then he said, Seriously Pajama and this Night T-shirt, is this the way you  dress up for a journey to Hogwarts school????

I said, WHAAATTT????

He took the wand form my bag. Drew an Imaginary door in front empty wall  which turned yellow on the go, and then he said…Lets step in into this Jelly thing, I will answer all the questions running in your mind at the speed of light on our way to this wonderland.

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I welcome You all to our journey to Rediscover the World of Harry Potter, which is completely changed in these number of years. Learn Scientifically Equation form all your school and university level Applied in the story line. Get exposed to Spirtiual awakening, a step by step process to train your subconscious mind.

If you want me to keep on writing, just like my page/this post, keep sharing my work and let me know if you want to read further 🙂

Happy Day

See you Soon 🙂

#tapishdongre

The PROPOSAL

On 26th Dec 2008, I proposed my life partner for the first time. Night After Christmas, Half an Hour before the Girl hostel closing timing, After dropping her form the Mathematics Tuition Class in Nagpur, I expressed my feelings to her without bothering about what she has plans for me or not. For a teenage boy, any proposal takes a varied emotions imbalance when he is afraid of the rejection and keeps on postponing his proposal dates because of the fear of Rejection. But on this day I over came this fear…

Today After 6 years of this incident, I wrote a poem in Indian National Language (HINDI) expressing same emotional imbalance what I had on those days:

Puchna Hai TUM se Muze kuch Magar

Darta HU TUM Naa To Nahi Kahogi

Jab Dekah tumko pheli bar

Karne laga man mei batien do char

Kuch Meethi thi, Kuch Khatti thi

Par Baiten Dil se Sacchi thi

Usme tha Kabi ikraar aur kabi inkaar

Socha tum se Puch hi lu, par

Darta tha TUM Naa To Nahi Kahogi

Socha Tumhe, Chaha Tumha

Har pal apna mana tumhe

Dil ki aawaz aane lagi labo pe

Par roka maine kuhd ko is daar se

Puchunga to tum Naa to Nahi Kahogi

Sadiya Raat Ho gai

Gharwalo se baat ho gai

Samay ki seedi jo humne Chadi thi

Aaage shayad saamapt se ho gai

Puchna tha tumse magar

Darta that Tum Na to Nahi Kahogi

Sacchi Jhuti baato mei jo teri hasi thi

Na Jane Kab meri Zindagi ban gai

Yu hi bani Kavita se puch liea,

PARI, TUM KAHI NAA TO NAHI KAHOGI ???

Ye hai mere sapno ka haalath

Ab raha na jata teri bin kare kuch baat

Ab shabdo ke alaankar se puch hi liea

Kahi Tum Naa To Nahi Kahogi

Khena hai Tum se Aaj Bhi Magar

Darta Hu, Tum Naa to Nahi Kahogi…

-Tapish Dongre

Powerful Words

Words have power.
Words express emotions
Words decides attitude
Words change a persons personal view and some times person itself.

You might remember some over the many stories what you read in your childhood…
The Hat salesman and Monkeys mimicking him, The resting caught in net lion and Mouse’s friendship story, Two cat fighting over pile of food and Monkey eating them one by one in a beam balance…..Crocodile and Monkeys bitter friendship story….

All theses are still hidden in somewhere in your positronic brain and I think all might have refreshed the whole story when I used them in above line. My point is before these stories came into your brain or effected your way of thinking, they were just some “words” printed on paper which may or may not have any relevance to you in your life. 21st or I may say 22nd generation might have something else in their course what we writers are writing now.
I am somewhere somehow proud to be a writer, that some day someone in future will be reading the ‘Words” I am writing right at this moment. So here is a simple thought: Now it our responsibility, Our include me, you, our generation, our parents generation and the next future owners of humanity, IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY to make sure that every word coming out of your mouth, pen or fingers on keyboard are used in a way which make you” and only “You” the reason to bring a new change in the minds of every reader and his fellowmates. As words have a power and Power has effect. Today or Tomorrow Your words are going to make a new society.

All the Best present writer….
The world is in you hands…….

Books Gives Shelter

Recently I was throwing all the paper cardboard covers of the book I studied and used so far. I know when we go for selling the used book for recycling (Raddi in hindi), only the main pages are being weigh sold and some cost per kg is given in return by the Raddiwala (merchant). The hard cardboard cover goes in for waste. So I sat down and removed it and kept it out of house to just throw it….

While doing so a small kid about age 8 or 9 came and started collecting the cardboards. Being Indian I was curious to know where my trash goes. This is a special quality that we posse that there may be gold kept inside our house cupboards but we are interested in if our waste is being used by any person in the world.  Those curiosities lead me to ask him “Why are you taking the cardboards with you?”

He smiled and replied, “That’s for making a hut”

I asked him again, “Ohhh, so it is your school project you are working on..?”

“No” he said “I am actually collecting these cardboard to cover the roof of the hut I live in.”

 

 

Leave U Mr. Husband

The Theory Goes:

Every Woman at certain age wants to get her freedom.

She doesn’t realize this becoz from childhood she is with her parents and As soon as she leaves her parents she is tied up with an alien fellow whose past is unknown to her…

She loves the man she is with because of the Present Love he is giving her… The Love Shades its colour according to time and replaced by responsibilities…

There are times when She decides to leave this man and have her freedom she never had..but its too late as she holds a sweet gift in her hand, the only gift which is the outcome of the man’s love to her..

The gift in her hand always reminds her that he Loved her once.. He Loved her too much that she was ready to give her body to him and when ever this gift laughs.. She is reminded of the hope that the love she had once….will come back.

Life Without You

A day starts
Lights brights
Moon shine
Dissapeared so fine
The boy wakes
sees the life
Of all the happiness
He chooses the light
Light says I love u
Dont leave me
I am for u
Boy says
I choose u
You are my life
But I wana shine too

Boy leads his path of success
He finds a Friend
He walks too far as
This story has an end

A call comes from the morning dawn
It is the light, which says I’m still on
The boy is walking up so high
He always dream to reach the sky

The Friend he meets
has something to fear
Though he never finds
A drop of tear

Boy scared one day
And calls the light
No reply and he get fright

Calls his Friend
just to whisper
I am scared
Be with me this winter

The Friend is whole
Pure and white
Says my Friend
There is no need to fright

Boy gets tears of joy
With lots of love
he dares to fly

The story will allways continue
but friend I don’t know
How will be
Life without u

How will be
life without U

THE TEST OF EARNER

OTHER TITLES: The Earner’s Test/ Earner’s test of a Man

The theory I want to put forward might not be acceptable to all but anyway it still exists.

Every time a person plans to get success in his life and on these plans, there comes an opportunity. An opportunity to a person is like “Doors” to step upon and there along comes fear that what might be kept after that ‘door’. Dose the door really contains his successes steps? Or, dose the door leads him to a dark room. Whatever the choice and fear are, At last the decision to be made requires guts. Guts to take a risk. Guts to make a choice, either to accept the dark room or quit the success steps. But before you take any decision, there comes a ‘barrier’. A huge Barrier. This is called as “The Earner’s Test”.

I would like to quote 3 examples of Live Present Earner’s Test :

(1) Mr. Bharatlal R. Choudhary

After completion of B.Tech degree in Biotechnology, he decided to earn a fortune in STOCK MARKET. He went to his father and asked for a starter sum of Rs. 10,000. Definitely an amount of 10,000 looks huge but that not to a businessman. The Straight reply form his father was, “We have invested 4 lakhs in you B.Tech and now instead of utilizing this degree, why do you want to go for a Stock Market carrier? Stock Market is for old people who have earned their life and now don’t have anything to do.”

Present Situation: He could not cross the Earner’s test and follow his dreams. And now searching for a Job as instructed by his father.

(2) Mr. Gaurav M. Pendke

After series of frustrative exam sessions and successful completion of B.Tech Degree he decided to stand on his own feet and earn his living. With his efforts and continuous knocks on the ‘door’ he got an call letter from “Bharat Serums” He made a call to his house to give them this happy news. The reply he got form his earner’s i.e. (parents) that “Gaurav, you must study hard and complete your Master’s Degree. I am ready to pay whatever amount you require for getting admissions in College, but you must not think of Job now”

Present Situation: Gaurav is confused whether to kick on the ‘door’ and take a chance crossing the earner’s test or whether to follow the earner’s commands.

(3) Mr. T. Revanth

After completion of his B.Tech in Bioinformatics, he decided to sit for CIVIL EXAMS and become an IAS officer and maintain the responsibility to rule over a district functioning smoothly without corruption. The earners test put forward in front of him was “Son come home and maintain the responsibilities of taking care of the wealth we already possess”

He responded quite differently to the earner’s test. He ran away from the location from where his parents could track upon and called after a month to his house, “Dad I am fine and you need not worry for me, I’ll show you my face when I become someone on whom you feel Proud upon!”

Present Situation: Revanth is in contact with his parents and studying i.e. preparing for the next CIVIL exams in Hyderabad itself.

My Concept of “The Earner’s Test” is not about going against your parents or going against your own people who are currently your economic supporter’s i.e. Earners. But the idea of an Earner’s test is always to check the guts of new generation for what limits they could go to become Earners themselves. Your parents will always love you whether you pass or fail the “Earner’s Test” But they will definitely put in front of you a barrier, a huge barrier to check the strength and devotion of their loved ones.

Tapish M. Dongre

http://www.tapishdongre.wordpress.com