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Śāntam {peace} – Navras 9

 

Yazidi

She closed her beautiful green eyes, glimpses of her father take her to the market appeared, her mom feed her home made ice cream emerged, her teenage friends walking across the garden in Sinjar collecting flowers made her smile.

Another deep breath as she pulled the trigger, peace prevailed and ended her three month ordeal. The three months of horror from her abduction by the evil heads to her being sold in the market place, the old man checking her teeth, stomach and eyes, her being snatched, shared and eaten like a piece of meat by a pack of wolves night after night in the name of what they called religion that permitted to do so.

She smiled again peacefully as she pulled the trigger one more time this time harder than before. The strong, over sized body that stole her identity, her confidence, her right to pray lay lifeless in front of her, she stamped it, kicked it and ran faster than her tender feet could.

Peace as she learnt in school was freedom from disturbance and for her peace now prevailed as she saw the border of her village like a horizon she could reach, the rescuers waiting to relieve her.

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Peace is not always a positive connotation. As the last emotion of Navras, I bring forth peace in a different light. Again a non-fiction, a reality of todays’ times. Thousands of Yazidi women are taken as sex slaves by the ISIS terrorists who believe their religion permits killing men and abducting women. August 2014 saw a mass massacre of around 5000 Yazidi’s in the Iraq town of Sinjar.

I pray for people suffering and may God grant them peace always.

A big thank you to Shashank for standing by, being there patiently though restless is his synonym through the entire series. Will make up for all the lost time j. Read an equally powerful emotion on his blog here.

And a very big thank you to all my friends who provided constant motivation through reading all posts and posting comments.

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More read on subject: here

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Adbhutam (अद्भुतं) Amazement – 5 sentence ficiton

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An Adbhut (Amazing) Gift

Vaman Hari Rao looked in amazement at the huge chandelier that hung sparkling diamond like reflection all over the reception, the intricately designed red carpet felt soft as feature under his rough cracked feet.

Amazement touched his every cell by the fresh scent of flowers, he had never seen such exotic decoration of purple orchids and white lilies. 

His belief in humanity strengthened when the superstar kept his promise to this poor farmer of an all paid trip to Mumbai  in a five star resort in return of a 10 minute shot in his home at Kasara gaon.

“Sir your room is ready” he turned to walk with bellman as he efficiently carried his small bag, he not being used to having such luxuries. 

A presidential suite was opened with an access card, he absolutely in wonder, heavy feet, resultantly walked in, “sir, wifi is enabled, refreshments are included in the room plan and….” the bell boy saw Vaman Hari unconscious on the ground. 

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It is a beautiful emotion feeling amazed however sometimes I feel this emotion is camouflaged a lot in recent times. More so to not come across as naive or ignorant….well for me a confession is I still feel amazed when I meet an engineer and end up floored saying wow you guys are great! I have been in IT industry for years now but even today if I see a UI transformed from  a piece of code I still feel amazed 🙂 The naive me!!

I am in India and travelling beautiful cities and clicking pictures, waiting to finish the series and write some travel posts!

Shashank is the most laziest person I have known so he needs a lot of catching up on the series….may be I need to nudge strongly in my own way now to make him write 🙂

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Vīram (वीरं) Heroic mood – Five sentence nonfiction

 

 

bravery

 

Veeram – 120 seconds in Hand

The neighbours banged the door on as hard as they could and in a minute the banging stopped.

Bhavna opened the door in a frenzy just to see the neighbour kid galloping down the stairs shouting we dreaded this, it happened.

She looked left towards the terrace and saw the wall of the 5 storied building collapse.

She grabbed her 10 month old son close to her chest and wrapped her saree tight as she ran down the five floors without looking back, leaving the abode she and her husband had made by saving every penny they could.

A crowd gathered in front of the debris as she bravely walked with her son to take the first breath since she saw the wall collapse 10 meters from her.

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Yes it’s a non-fiction, my ma is the brave woman of this write-up. Shashank, we have a deal that you won’t kill me for being late. Compensating with chocolates….negotiations open j 🙂 It’s an awesome partnership and love this journey of strong emotions.

Shahsank wrote an amazing post on Bhayanakam…do read it here.

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Raudra/ Furious – Navras 3 – FSF

 

 

Raudra-Rasa

“Show some more anger, the fury, make it look real” shouted Arvind Kohli, directing the sequel of the epic war movie – AAryavarta.

Suryaveer ran with all passion towards Asooresh to jump, the rope would lift him 7 feet high and drop him to pierce the dagger in his heart.

As the rope lifted the dagger again fell of his hands, Kohli shouting, “cutttt….., do you realize it’s the climax scene…hold the dagger tight and hit it hard.”

Suryaveer, the narcissist short tempered superstar, was exhausted with heavy makeup costume and upset at Kohli for giving him a light fake dagger, he replaced it with a heavy real one that was brought from Udaipur museum to show to actors.

Take 53 – Suryaveer ran furiously,  jumped as the rope pulled him and lowered quicker than usual as he hit the dagger deep in Asooresh’s chest who instantly fell on his back – “Superb shot!” Kohli sounded elated as Suryaveer stared at his faux pas.

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“Ananya, you got to write the next post.” he reminded the 15th time as patiently as first.

“I will post it Shashank, you know I have to do so much work, practice guitar, read….” I tried giving fake excuses.

He smiled…that was enough to write the post as soon as I could.

The Raudra Rasa is disagreeable, destructive rasa, while it has its use in communication. This energy of anger expresses itself from mild irritation up to real fury.

When expectations are not fulfilled, the ego may feel neglected or treated incorrectly, this forms the basis of anger.

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Rasa Information: here

 

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The Missing Babloo – Hasya Rasa

Hasya ras

 

The Missing Babloo

The driver honked several times with the stipulated time for stopover at the highway closed as all other passengers hopped in the bus while Ananya stuffed the last eateries in her bag and ran waving at the driver gesturing “don’t you leave without me!”

Pushing and nudging people she reached her seat in the second last row accidently stepping on the foot of a fellow passenger making her way to the window seat, the overweight woman grumpily looking at her expecting an apology.

In the next moment “My babloo is missing!” she got up immediately, “oh I left him here….hey stop the damn bus.” She again hopped out of her seat stepping on the lady again, searching madly peeping on other passengers and seats.

Many others joined her shouting Babloo…are you there, many peeped out of the window to find him, Ananya worried, “where did I leave him, at the restaurant may be, I love him…Babloo!” the passengers asking questions started pacifying her.

Just then she looked at the cabinet on the roof above the seats and happily shouted, “Here he is!” passengers astonishingly and angrily looked on as she pulled her guitar and hugged it tight; “Is that Babloo?” she was just short of being bashed.

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Shashank portrayed Shringar beautifully, I was floored reading his master stroke, the second rasa is Hasya as in Humor, leave you hoping to spread smiles 🙂

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Beauty / Shringar – Navras 1 – Five Sentence Fiction

Shringar

Shringar 

The king walked into the maze which decided only the one that found the way out would go to heaven and rest?

After several turns he stood there mesmerised by her beauty, she looked like a goddess in the saffron green silk attire with ornaments of gold and precious gems covering her well defined curves.

Her face radiant, eyes big enhanced with kohl, fragrant flowers around her hair and her tantalizing smile luring him further, he confirmed to make it to the goal and a sense of triumph to reach heaven won his heart.

“She is mine!” his confidence and pride took over as he tried to wrap her in his arms, she laughed loud as he turned to ashes, another victim gave in to lust and attachment.

Her smile faded as she transformed into one with long protruding teeth, a huge body and burnt hair, the curse would end for the goddess only when a king would not give in to her beauty – Shringar for others was meant to enhance beauty for her was a curse.

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After our successful and pleasurable journey through A-Z April Challenge, Shashank (embarkwithmythoughts) and I are delighted to bring to you nine beautiful emotions that make the Nav Ras. A rasa (Sanskrit: रस lit. ‘juice’ or ‘essence’) denotes an essential mental state and is the dominant emotional theme of a work of art or the primary feeling that is evoked in the person that views, reads or hears such a work.

The Natyasastra identifies nav rasas with eight corresponding Bhava (mood) and this month we will try to win your hearts with our five sentence fictions on each bhava. Hope you enjoy it!

Today’s emotion – Shringar (शृङ्गारं) Dressing up, Love, Attractiveness. Presiding deity: Vishnu. Colour: Green.

Information: Wikipedia

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Scorching – Five Sentence Fiction

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SCORCHING

Few villagers caught him and tied him to a tree as the scorching sun blazed in the heat wave; death wasn’t far now he thought seeing one of them lift a handmade revolver at him.

Falling in love and wanting to marry a girl of the same village was a taboo. He had to pay the price like seven other boys before.

“Sirji, let’s kill him quick it’s too hot here and I don’t see this forest too safe to stay longer.” one of them whispered

Breaking news: The leopard of Chandrapur forest is back again, this time claiming lives of 3 villagers surprisingly a man tied to a tree was left untouched.

This post is linked to Five Sentence Fiction (Scorching). 

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A-Z Challenge – W – Wary

Nik Wallenda

 

“You see that rope?” the film director asked Nick as both looked up the sky scrapers to a rope that connected one building to the other on the 20th floor, “If you walk that rope without harness you on board my crew for the film.” He continued with a sheepish smile.

Nick was wary of the danger it involved but he thrived on thrill, “Yes, I’ll do it keep the contract ready.” He confidently said.

The rope was thick and heavy but it was too breezy, he picked a long metal pole in his hand to balance the weight and wind as he wiped a thin sheet of sweat from his brow.

A crowd gathered in the buildings on the ground as he delicately stepped on the rope balancing himself through the pole, the crowd went silent when he walked and wooed when he swayed, his body went cold in the last steps as he completed the challenge.

“What were you thinking while walking the rope.” asked one of the spectators, “No thought, I just saw a chair with stunt director written on it is all I saw, I never saw the rope or the challenge.” he responded.

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Did we have a lot of choice on W, no we didn’t realized how difficult alphabets and emotions could be 🙂 Shashank writes a brilliant post on the word, click to read it here.

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A-Z Challenge – V – Vulnerable

 

Vulnerable

The hundred head vicious snake hissed fiercely at her on one hand and on the other she saw a door with radiance beaming very inviting.

She looked up and saw beautiful colors, colors she hadn’t seen on flowers when her dad used to take her to the tulip garden.

She tried to fight hard with a demon inside it had grown huge day after day and she felt more vulnerable than before.

She rolled her eyes in all corners before they fixed on the table in the dark corner; there exactly there she saw her peace.

Her weak body rolled, crawled to the table, set the powder in a straight line and snuffed it in a jiffy; her addiction and vulnerability gave up on a beautiful gift of life.

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Say no to drugs or any substance for that matter. We speak of dowry deaths or alcohol abuse deaths but you did be surprised to know if I shared some facts about drug abuse in our very country.

At least 25,426 people committed suicide due to drug and addiction related problems in the last 10 years across India. This comes down to an average 2,542 suicides every year, 211 per month and 7 per day.

Appalling truth is that suicides due to drug related problems exceed dowry, poverty and money related suicides in India in most of the last 10 years.

India is highly vulnerable because it is sandwiched between two infamous drug routes and poppy growing areas, namely the ‘Golden Crescent’ on the northwest and ‘Golden Triangle’ on the northeast, where drugs are easily available.

Now the sad part is even though there are 3.4 million drug abuse victims, the government has only 401 rehabilitation centres functioning at present. That is an average of overwhelming 8,478 victims per Integrated Rehabilitation Centre for Addicts (IRCA).

Out of these 3.4 million drug abuse victims, a mere 0.3 million have registered themselves in these de-addiction centres, which is just 10% of the total figure.

And of the 0.3 million registered members about 0.15 million (50%) are from Maharashtra, Uttar Pradesh, Karnataka, Odisha and Manipur.

We moved from vindictive to vulnerable and vulnerable I find people who want to quit addiction but are helpless. Read a very positive post on the same word on Shashank’s blog here.

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A-Z Challenge – U – Uneasy

U

Mrs. Sharma adjusted her black satin gown which stuck to her oversized body like Clingfilm, she had spent a hefty 4000 to woo Mr. Sharma on their 25th anniversary.

The moment Mr. Sharma placed the book he was reading his eyes fell on something that looked like his son’s black boxing punch bag without his glasses.

He put on his glasses as he saw Mrs. Sharma feeling unease and uncomfortably struggling with the gown.

As she sat next to him the seam of the delicate satin finally shouted its last and split right on her tummy, she still managed a smile and gave the rose she was hiding “Happy Anniversary Sharmaji.”

Mr. Sharma put a plastic wrapped bag in Mrs. Sharma’s lap wishing her back with a gentle kiss on her forehead; the gift was nothing but her favorite comfortable batik print cotton gown from her regular shop at Elco market.

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I have seldom seen him uneasy or uncomfortable, waiting to see Shashank’s take on the word, watch out for it here.