Manjari Shukla
HOUSE OF CARDS by Sudha Murthy, presents a simple straightforward story with which one can connect so justly. Mridula, the female protagonist from a small village takes us to her world with so much love and admiration. The feelings and emotions which she undergoes, never appears to be exaggerated or made up, they are so real and worldly. Sanjay, her husband, who once showed tremendous faith on her and believed in her being, gradually loses all hope in her, and gets himself so much engrossed in the world of wealth. Their child Shishir, on the track of his dad, starts neglecting and taking for granted the woman, because of whom he has a being, in this world. Mridula becomes a constant sufferer at the hands of husband, son and relatives; and to top it all, she one day realises that she is being financially cheated by the one, she has given her entire life to. She is heartbroken, and decides to leave the place, leaving everything behind, and going to Aladahalli, the birth place of hers, far from the madding crowd of Banglore, where she spent almost 25 years of her life , with her husband and son. The heartbreak of hers soon starts to heal when she being in an optimistic note starts living her life in Aladahalli, and one day, when realisation dawns on Shishir in England about what a woman is, and how she should be treated, the child calls up the father, to make him realise the fault he is committing, no matter whatever be the reason. Sanjay realises the shortcomings, with which he met Mridula, an able- woman in all respects twenty five years ago, and still she accepted him with no expectations. He feels ashamed of himself and decides to apologise to her leaving behind his ego, which was always bragging about this or that. The novel ends on a reconcialiatory note where Sanjay realises the fault he has committed towards the woman who actually made everything for him and their life together, leaving aside all her personal aspirations.

The significance of the title can be interpreted in such a way that, life is more or less like a house of cards, so delicate that it can be blown to pieces, just with a spurt of air. The relations we make in life are like threads which should be well protected and taken care of; any relation, if taken for granted collapses like a house of cards. What Mridula built with utmost love reached a point in her life where her Self was being questioned, there was no way out, but to leave the abode which she made with so much affection and care, but what is said, that good deeds never go in vain; in the end, the realisation dawns on Sanjay, that how much Mridula is important for him and his family. The novel ends when he comes back to her in Aladahalli, so as to reconcile and mend everything, which broke because of his negligence and “taken-for-granted” attitude.


A wonderful read, and something with which one can connect effortlessly.
Manjari Shukla
The replacement is not possible, because it can never be. The nature you are a part of, and the expectation I hold on to are nothing but a desire to be a part of you. The simplicity you carry with your being and the craziness, I hold on are very different, still the essence of being together never lessens. The moments captured drift slowly into numbness, but this state of being numb is equally alive like the heart beats and breathing of a common man. The reason to be with you is known to me, still the strangeness and newness at the same time, takes me off from my real "Me". All this is needed for articulation, to make you understand that the replacement is not possible, it depends now on you , what you think of the whole issue....
Manjari Shukla
The randomness to be,is taking me to heights, unachieved and not even thought of, by anyone, it is all pleasure and pleasure, but the inner spirit is feeling a turmoil from within, what is it actually, the randomness is so dynamic ,that it is taking me out of my senses to a land unknown, unseen, unreached and  at the same time utmost satisfaction is lingering around, the sentence is loosing the control, and the focus is shifting too, still it is going on and on and on, and still so much is left to be said, how to hold my flow, is the question, I am unaware of, still the flow is maintained, all rubbish, still making atleast some sense. . . .


Manjari Shukla

Photographs are

memories in concrete form,

capturing the abstract moments, and

emotions.

The moments really

Lose the ephemerality,

And

Get a lifetime of eternity.

What we feel

To be momentary

In a moment,

Is made eternal

Once

We click.

 

Some memories transform into

Photographs,

And some photographs transmogrify into

Memories.

There so much

In every moment,

And there is so much

In every click.

Manjari Shukla

The scorching heat of the month of May in India suddenly got removed by a wonderful shower of rain, the breeze which was too very hot and painful, suddenly became, soothing and perfect in every sense. The weather was unraveling its best mood, and trying to mesmerize everyone with its magical spell of rain. I stood by the window, and kept gazing at the sky, from which raindrops trickled down continuously, as if celebrating something, and outpouring happiness, more happiness.

Each raindrop was having a whole store of happiness within itself, the moment it fell on my window sill, it actually filled me with the happiness, which it was holding in itself. Slowly, the drops created a small pool of happiness, and suddenly a small sparrow came from somewhere, sat near the pool, and had a gulp of water for its thirsty neck, it too was glad. While it was having the gulp of happiness from the rain water pool, I was hiding beside the window sill, observing it, but not making it aware of my presence. It was lovely, to see the small sparrow quench its thirst.  It rested for a while, to keep itself dry from the rain, and when the showers stopped for a while, it flew to its nest, which was on a nearby tree.

All was so good, and really an oft quoted statement came to my mind, that if one really hunts for happiness, it can be felt in the most common things, at times even those things, which are beyond our visualization when we are not in a mood to look for happiness and contentment, but if we actually look for happiness, it holds our hands, and shows us what was lying in front of us…. and then really every little aspect of life bestows on us a full bag of happiness, sheer happiness.