Wednesday, 5 August 2026

DAKU HUSH !!!



DAKU HUSH !!


People are not sure about DAKU HUSH, whether it was a legend or a figment of Manu’s

and Golhu’s imagination. But whatever it was, the new generation of Kharkhoda has

taken to loving the character of DAKU HUSH dearly.



A word on the pronunciation of HUSH -> It is not pronounced to rhyme with English

words like ‘blush’, or ‘hush’, but it is pronounced like ‘push’, so HUSH has an ‘uuuuuuu’

sound to it.



For that matter, continuing with the existential qualities provided by this pronunciation -

‘uuuuuuuu’. Hush hailed from ‘Hushlok’, which was also the old name of Kharkhoda. So,

at that ancient time, as the legend goes, Kharkhoda was really ‘Hushlok’. People are not

really sure whether this was an ancient time, or are they talking about a parallel

universe that is cuter, more friendly, and whole than our present one. The name

‘uuuuuuu’ provides a round quality to the place. At that time, the only inhabitants of the

place were ‘Daku Hush’ (who was the King of Hushlok), his queen ‘Mehbooba Hush’

(Hush’s love), their mantris like ‘Pappu Jamura’ (who played a fiery Guitar), ‘Harrattu

Hazam’ (Hush’s personal barber), a few more mantris who kept on always dancing and

singing, and cute animals and birds of all kinds. These animals and birds looked like

stuffed coochi poochi toys and were named like Sheru (Lion), Bandaru (Monkey),

Ghuggu (Bird), and so on with the characteristic ‘uuuuuuuu’. These animals and birds,

around twenty of them were the subjects of DAKU HUSH, who provided them with all

the necessary things not only for their survival, but also for their joy and songs and

dances.



On the appearance of DAKU HUSH -> He had a big round tummy which her

beloved wife Mehbooba Hush lovingly called Pyaaru Tondu (Lovely Tummy).

Daku Hush used to wear Police Uniform Khakee colored. And he had thick,

curled moustaches like that of the demon Ravana, from Ramayana. His tummy

and his moustache were the most notable features of him. Apart from them, he

had little bowed legs, he wore a constable like hat. And one more thing, in the

little pocket of his shirt, he kept a photo of Mehbooba hush. The photo was

always visible above the pocket.



Mehbooba Hush was a very beautiful lady. She was fair-complexioned and had a

beautiful nose which Hush called Tunnaku. Hushu was a deewana (ecstatic

lover) of the Tunnaku nose. Tunnaku always attracted Hush because of its

smoothness, roundness, shine, fluffiness and the most because it was a part of

Mehbooba Hush, with whose soul Hush was in love.



In Hushlok, everyone was Happy, so happy, Jolly, so Jolly. People enjoyed comedy. A

long time back, a resolution was passed in Hushlok that the name of everyone and

everything will end in ‘u’. It was done to make everything sound cuter (Pyaaruer in

Hush(u)’s language). So, new born animal babies were named like Pappu, Sheru,

Birdu, Raldu, Bhandu, Bandaru, etc. And ‘u’ was added to the earlier names. It had a

wonderful effect. The names really became cuter, Pyaaruer and Wondru in every sense.

Hushu was wondru in every sense (‘Wondru’ was the word in Hushlok for

‘Wonderful’). He was a man with lots of luxurious interests. Thus, He was

‘Shaukeenu’ in their language. Hushu seldom became angry. There were some

fixed, rare (because everyone knew them) circumstances when Hushu became

angry (‘Gussu’, in Hushlok language). One of these circumstances was when

somebody skipped the second ‘h’ in his name while pronouncing. That is when

someone called him ‘Husssss’, ‘Daku Husssssss’…In such circumstances, Hushu

would start ecstatically dancing and order his subordinates to fire their guns in

air (which emitted a ‘Tha Tha’ sound) and a song would automatically

(magically?) start playing in the background, the words of which were ‘Tha Tha

ki beat pe naache Hush.’ (‘Hushu dances on the beats of ‘Tha Tha’). After the

great dance would end, Hushu would become extremely happy and on that day,

he would take the role of ‘Tondu Halwai’ and distribute ‘Naan Khataai’ biscuits that he

prepared himself to everyone in his Kingdom, never ever failing to take his share. In

Hushlok, even things started because of anger ended up being danced about, because

of our Jolly hero DAKU HUSH.



I think this legend of DAKU HUSH became the heartbeat of the present generation of

Kharkhoda because of the laughter and jollyness it provides to the world which is

becoming rarer and rarer with each passing year. Today, everything is taken seriously

and people are forgetting the simple laughter and the forgiveness and carefreeness the

laughter brings. DAKU HUSH will save this world…



P.S. DAKU HUSH always insisted that wherever his name is mentioned, it should be in

CAPITAL LETTERS. He had a reason for this insistence - he felt that the people who

always use small letters and disdain the use of CAPITAL ones, are probably too careful

with everything, and all he wanted was the people to be CAREFREE, JOLLY and

LOUD!!!


© Manan sheel.


Sunday, 2 August 2026

What is a writer? Who is a writer?

What is a writer? Who is a writer?

Someone who doesn’t take sides - 

Who is neither with the hero,

nor against the villain,

Who knows the part each character plays,

who creates life in the written word…


A writer is the God of his world,

whose opinion is equally conveyed

by the positive and negative…


Being a God

he thinks of the hero and the villain,

and cares for both of them,

He knows the Dusshasana and Krishna

characters of his inside out,

and himself is neither…


Nor is he just a reporter,

but someone who knows life

enough to be confident

of the truth of what 

he is conveying…


© Manan sheel.




Monday, 20 July 2026

Tailor Stopping midway


What caused our tailor 
to stop in midway of his work?

What stopped his hands
while sewing, and brought his moving feet
to a standstill?

What was that thought?
Was it some past event, or a possible fear
of an event in the future?

Or was it something that overwhelmed 
him in his present train of thoughts?

Only he knows what happened,
Or maybe after the moment has passed,
he also has forgotten…

© Manan sheel.

Tuesday, 19 May 2026

With the old poet...

Looking at the photograph of an old poet of a lost language, people see a bamboozled expression, as if he got lost while attempting to know this life, What story of life he understood they don’t know, he is looking at a flower through his glasses, but he is also looking  at something else, the thing isn’t visible to the people but it is reflected in the empty, yet somehow meaningful gaze of the poet,

As his daughter sits close to him,

holding his wrinkled hand into hers,

it looks like she understands his gaze,

and enjoys his smell of the old people,

that is like the smell of old things,

rich, overwhelming, humble, not forceful, subtle,

that I call the fragrance of wisdom,

the poet points to the flower

and the butterfly circling it,

and little buds of moistness float

in the daughter’s eyes,

for here is the nectar,

collected in the little moments

with the old poet…


© Manan sheel.


Wednesday, 22 April 2026

A Cow

A Cow

Gentler than any saint,

Walking with soft steps, Devoid of frustration, An ideal of patience,

Eyes with the depths of the cosmos,

Look into them and you are reminded

of your true self,

God was in a mood of calm compassion

when the Cow was created,


Understand her eyes,

even when she is suffering

there is no desire for harm in them,


There are animals,

There are humans worse than animals,

There are selfish, withered saints,

There are god-fearing men,


A Cow is above humans,

A Buddha by nature,

Healthy in the spirit even when

the body is spent,

A darling of the Gods,

who knows the language of love…


© Manan sheel.


Tuesday, 14 April 2026

Tender Arguments of a Poet...


Then you say to me -
How nothing is happening,
How the time is getting wasted,
How life is draining,

How should I tell you what I see -
The infinite possibilities I see of every moment
that lie in front of me,
The infinite love every tender thought brings to me, how these are messages of richness coming from the future...

You say all this is invisible and abstract -
Oh! How can you ever be hopeful unless you look at the invisible!
Oh! How can I ever be hopeless if I am looking at the invisible, knowing that the present is pregnant with a delightful future!

© Manan sheel.

Friday, 13 March 2026

The Seed...











One -
The truth,
Alone,
Eternity,
Always,
yet...

Thus,
Two -
Play,
Mix,
Love,
Marry,
Mingle,
Fight,
Fun,
Chaos,
Creativity,
Exhaustion,
Trouble,

Thus,
Back
to one,
The truth,
Alone,
Eternity,
Always,
yet...

yet
causes
an infinite
loop -

yet
creates
the infinity
of the world,

yet
is the seed
of this universe...

© Manan sheel.