Sunday, June 30, 2013

An awesome quote!

So True!!!
 

The good old days



Take me again,
Take me to those streets,
The streets leading to home,
Home where I belong,
Take me again,
Take me to that life,
Life that gave me happiness,
Happiness indefinable,
Take me again,
Take me to those people,
People whom I called my own,
My own and my everything...
Take me again,
Again to those days,
Days filled with love, care and laughter,
Those carefree days,
When all problems use to look like small pebbles,
With which we could play,
By throwing them hard on other stones,
And crashing them right there and right away...

Dreams



O dreams, dear dreams...
Don't ever leave me...
For what am I without you?
What is the meaning of my being?
You are the ones that make me...
You are the ones that create me...
You are the ones that define me...
For, you are the ones that would destroy me!
Without you, I am like:
a kite without thread,
and a bird without wings...
a river without water,
and a cloud without rain...
a rainbow without colors,
and a temple without God...
But with you residing in my eyes,
I am like a stone with soul...

Emptiness

Moving again to the world of emptiness,
Which is full of solitude and darkness,
Waiting desperately for the dawn to break,
Waiting for the blue color to get painted,
Painted and cover this huge black canvas,
With the color of hope and joy,
Wish  I could close these eyes and give them some rest,
Wish I could give a break to these breaths,
Till the dawn had taken over this darkness,
Taking away even my heart's emptiness,
Leaving behind a soul full of hope,
And a heart full of joy...

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Maa...



Today, after years, I wore bangles. I just love the sound that they make, its so rhythmic, so beautiful, you feel as if all the bangles are dancing together in your hands:) And this dance of all the bangles make me feel beautiful... The reason is still a mystery to me.

But, there is another reason why I love that sound of bangles. It brings back the memories of my childhood... How? You know, my maa always used to wear bangles 24*7 (she wears them even today) and so, the sound of her bangles used to play every time, everywhere in our home. I have been grown up listening to that sound and this sound is one of those beautiful memories of my childhood. Believe me, that sound got imbibed in every corner of our home.

And this sound made me miss Maa today. It bought back the memories of old days. I wish I was with her with my head in her lap. I feel like I want to relax, I want to breathe in her arms now like a tired child for whom mother's lap is like an ocean of ecstasy, where he/she forgets all the pain, all the paraphernalia of life, everything! There is only love, contentment, satisfaction, happiness, pleasure! Maa, I wish I was with you... I wish you were with me, to take me in your arms, the same way you use to do when I was a kid, when I used to hurt myself and come back home crying.  

Anyways, wrote below lines for her...

Yaad aati hai un beetein dino ki,
Jab Maa ki godh hamara aangan thi,
Jab maa ki baatein hamen sahlaati thi,
Jab maa ki hasin hamen zamaane bhar ki khushiyaan de jaati thi,
Jab maa ka daatna bhi lagta the uska pyaar,
Jaa hamare ruthne par woh karti thi dulaar,
Maa ke haton mein woh khan-khanaati choodiyan,
Aeine pe chipki maa ki woh choti si bindiyan,
Maa ke sindoor ki woh pyari si dibiyan,
Maa ki paayal ki woh meethi si jhankaar,
Maa ke pyaar se sajaa woh gharbaar,
Maa ki khusboon se mahakta har kona,
Maa ki godh mein woh sir rakh kar sona,
Yaad aati hai un beetein dino ki,
Jab maa ki aahaton se hoti thi har subah,
Aur maa ki loriyon se hoti thi shaam juda... 

And yes, she loved it:) Mission accomplished! Maa, I love you... You have been my strength, my support, my inspiration and my everything! What would I be without you: Nothing! Simply Nothing!

I love you:) 

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Yes Sir, I do belong to a small town...

Few days back, I was talking to someone, when he asked me about my native place. And I told him that I belong to Saharanpur. Then he asked few more questions about the whereabouts of my native place to which I replied very patiently. But then, he looked at me and said "But you really do not look like a small town girl!" Yes, there are morons who can really use such cheap rather cheezy dialogues!!!

Anyways, this guy had suddenly pushed me to my limits just by this one tacky and stupid sentence! and I lost it... I asked him, "what does that mean?" and he replied," No, its a compliment...". Unable to control my fury at his answer, I again shot a question to him, "How is that a compliment???" and he start mumbling, "aaaa.... I mean.... actually...". Without even waiting for him to complete his answer, I added, "yeah actually you thought small town people are low class, they don't match your standards, they can't wear good cloths, can't be stylish? Yes, they can't speak English or what?" And needless to say, he left without saying a word!!! Thanks to my audacity or rather I should say my art to speak harsh words whenever required:) *wink*

But whatever, I fail to understand why do people from so called metros, big cities have this misconception about small town people??? Why do they just treat them as some piece of shit... This was really not the first time I was hearing something weird and uncanny because of my native place. Most of you must have heard the name of Ashutosh Kaushik, who won Roadies and Big boss, few years back. He belongs to my town. And many a times, there are people who ask me, "Do you also speak like Ashutosh back there at home?" Aila!!!!! And I feel so goaded!!! I do or I don't is another question! But thing is what's wrong in that guys? That's the way people speak in that region. If you would have grown up there, even you would have spoken in the same way. Yes, you would have:)

In fact, I know many people who, deliberately never declare the names of their real town. When asked about the place of their birth, they just name some big city which would be in the proximity of some 300-500 kms from their native town! Like for eg all north Indians belong to Delhi! Its astonishing... Why do you have to hide your identity... Your native place is as important in defining you as your name. Many of us do not like our names so, we change it? or do we just blatantly lie about it? No, right? Then, why to feel embarrassed about your small town identity?

And yes, being from a small town really does not mean, we lack in something as compare to you: big city people, Sir! We are equally capable of doing the cores as much as you are... God has granted us equal amount of limbs as to you!Even our blood is of red color! Yes, it is...

In fact, I can say this with 100% assertion that we, people from small town have to really fight, have to struggle hard to achieve everything. Everything is a hurdle for us. Specially women, we have to fight for our education, we have to fight the conventional society, we have to deal with the narrow mentality of our parents, we have to deal with all that... We have to literally fight to make a place in this society, we have to! We have to marinate ourselves everyday in different fallacies created by hypocrites around. Believe me... I am not saying this to gain your sympathy or something! I am writing about the problems that we face, to make you realize that there is a lot that we have seen and has been taken for us to be wherever we are!

And when dealing with all that, when somehow we reach to your metros, big cities, with dreams in our eyes, to make it big, we are thrown into the ocean of insensitive, harsh and artificial competition! Why? because we are shamelessly judged on our small town identity.

We are being teased, jeered at, shrugged at, being pushed to feel inferior and at times, even been ostracized by you guys... Why? Because we are unable to use fancy words while speaking or may be, we are not as confident as you guys? Yes, we are not! Because, for you confidence comes easy with the kind of education you guys get. Its handy for you. But for us, we have to learn to be confident. In fact, for women out there, being confident is considered to be bad trait rather than being a quality. It is seen as being shameless. We are taught to be submissive, docile and meek from our very initial years. We are taught not to talk much, not be present our rebellious views, to be quiet and accept everything silently! And that's how we become timid. And just imagine, how hard it would be for us, to transform our very inner nature of timidness which is imbibed in us from our childhood to being confident! Its very hard...

Many of you must be thinking, WTF? But, this all is true! I have seen it, taken this kind of shit and have dealt with it...  And believe me, for some of you, it would just be next to impossible to even imagine the kind of struggle we go through while making a place of our own in your society!

Anyways, I am really not generalizing anything. I even have amazing friends who never ever bother about all this. But, believe me, there are these creepy, crappy, weird morons like the one about whom I mentioned above who treat small town people like some aliens! Now and then, my destiny somehow keeps on parceling such assholes to my life:)

I don't understand or rather I am just unable to see the lines drawn between metros and small towns! I don't know how come you automatically get labeled with the tags of being sophisticated, intelligent, stylish, elegant, graceful, charming, confident and with many such similar adjectives, just because you are born and bought up in a big city! Why can't people from a small town inherit these qualities? Why do we have to prove ourselves to earn them!

I am vexed with all this system...

Anyways, guys grow up, open your brains, and stop making us feel different, feel inferior, just because we belong to a small town!

BTW, I am proud to hail from Saharanpur and even today, after traveling and seeing almost half the world, I say Saharanpur is one of the most beautiful places on earth: a heaven... And whenever I get a chance to holiday somewhere, its always Saharanpur I choose to go:)

Yes, I am a small town girl... and I love the tag:)

Floods in Uttarakhand, Prayers & Hope....

Its really disheartening to see Uttarakhand dealing with such a dreadful flood this year. Even my place is not spared. Half of the Saharanpur is under water and many of my father's friends, our relatives are dealing with this crisis. I just hope and pray everyone remains safe and this disaster soon gets fade away

Anyways, I just got to see a post on Facebook, it goes like this:

"The government has tried to build up dams to overcome the power shortage. This has been opposed by locals and some prominent politicians like Uma Bharti and B. C. Khanduri since it would lead to the submergence of the Shrine, and efforts to construct dams have been delayed indefinitely. [4] Twice, in 1882 & in 2013, attempts to shift the shrine were immediately followed by havoc in Kedar Valley. On June 15th, 2013; the idol was removed to be shifted to another location to facilitate the construction of the same dam, which locals were opposing since beginning. This was followed by a massive cloudburst and flash floods the next day."

See, and we have already started searching for reasons to blame for this disaster! *Bleak* God, I don't know when we Indians will learn to blame the real reasons of the mishaps happening!

Infact, I have been talking to many of my relatives daily just to make sure everyone is fine and all I have been hearing about are the blames on God, the sad questions being put forward to God! "pata nahi bhagwaan ne aisa kyun kiya?" (Dont know, why God has done this?), "Naa jaane bhagwaan ki kya marzi hai?" (Don't know, what God wants?), "Pata nahi, is baar bhagwaan kya chahta hai?" (Don't know what God wants this time?) and many such more ranting and bursting on God. Poor God! I pity on him...He must be feeling so helpless at this moment!

Infact, one of my aunt yesterday said, "I don't know why is it raining so much this year?" and unable to stop myself, I asked her, "Is it the first time, you are seeing this kind and amount of rain?" and she said "No...". Then, why to blame God or rain for this calamity? Its our own deeds that we are facing! Yes, it use to always rain cats and dogs every year. Even I have stayed in that region for almost 20 years and have witnessed such heavy rains almost in every monsoon... And BTW, that's the whole and sole purpose and job of monsoons: to pour rain! And if it doesn't rain, we rant and blame monsoons for not doing their jobs!*sign*

And why are we all blaming God? What did he do??? Poor soul...

Its us: humans who had cut down all the trees mercilessly. We are not realizing that, in the quest to make more and more money, we have shamelessly increased deforestation to such a stage that it has bought us on the verge of facing these calamities!Till when, the nature is alone going to bear the pain.

Everybody would have learnt in biology, how trees and forests help us in stopping floods. Let me revise it here: Trees help lessen the effects of large floods by absorbing and delaying the release of flood flows.  When planted upstream, trees can help in slowing down the amount of water being released by stopping all the water rushing into the river in one go. More trees in the upland have a far greater sponge like capacity to absorb water and then release it more slowly.

Rivers where the trees along the banks have been removed, stand a larger chance of flooding than they did before deforestation. And in India, every river is in this situation!

Its a well established truth that a single 10 inch tree can store more than 60,000 gallons of water during a single rainfall. That means, a single tree can save flooding by more than 250,000 liters of water. Yes!!! That astonishing the fact is...

I remember when I was a kid, and we used to go to Mussoorie or Rishikesh, around 10-12 years back, the whole passage used to be full of mountains completely covered by trees and forests. But now, all I see on those same mountains and hills are the houses, shops, roads, malls, hotels, restaurants! I hardly get to see any tree on them! Where have all the trees gone? Well, some of them have been sacrificed to fulfill our demand of wood to create our beautiful mansions, some have been used in making notebooks and books, some in making toilet papers and so on and so forth! But, yes, they all have been cut to fulfill our demands: Human being's demands. Now who on this planet can dare to stand in front of us. We are the king of this earth and we have the complete authority to do whatever we want with it: yes, be it means destroying it!

You know, now when I go to Uttarakhand, I feel as if whole of its land has been concreted because it has been commercialized so much! This obviously prevent water from seeping in the ground, and the same water, instead of being converted to safe drinking water, results in floods. Trees catch water and store it for future purposes. This is the normal water cycle that has been disrupted by not leaving enough green open areas, and cutting down decades old trees in the region.

We require special projects from Government to keep a strict eye on deforestation. The process has to be made stringent. In fact, different commercializing projects like building dams etc should be made keeping in view that green areas have to be left for natural replenishment of ground water.

This one calamity is not something that happened suddenly. You know CAG has warned Uttarakhand government 3 years back!!!

In a CAG report submitted 3 years back, it was clearly mentioned that hydel projects along rivers Bhagirathi and Alaknanda are causing damage to hills and increasing possibility of flash floods. And what did Government do? The same thing that they are expert in doing! Ignored!!! And the results are here, in front of everyone...

I hope we do not have to face anymore mishaps like this one again. Its a pain to see people suffering like this, its hard to see the pain of people losing their beloved ones! That too innocent people are the ones who suffers the most...

But each and every one of us have to realize the importance of trees in our lives, else expect more of such kind of calamities to occur, or much worse, today its Uttarakhand, tomorrow it can be any other place!

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Good old nostalgic things that I miss!

“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

There are things that everyone misses in life. And as you keep growing up, this list keeps on growing too. Number of age also gets transformed into the piles of stuff that you miss. It does!

Today, while seeing beautiful balloons on the way back home, I realized I missed them so much! I used to love balloons of all colors and all the shapes when I was a kid... But from past few years, I completely forgot about them! Probably I got so busy or rather, I should use the word called "stuck".... Yes, I got stuck within this intelligent and grown up world. I got so busy in handling the paraphernalia of my life that I just forgot about the small and little things that I used to love doing and that use to give me immense happiness...

Then, gradually I started thinking about what else do I miss. And believe me, the moment I threw this question to my heart and mind, they just bombarded me with answers like drops of rain: uncountable in one pour and also, unable to be captured in one time...I was over flooded with the things that I really miss!

The list of things that my mind and heart picked up from the papers of my memory and scribbled them in my thoughts is quite an exhaustive and endless one. Believe me, it made me feel so nostalgic. It created an unknown craving , a strange and a mysterious longing within me. And I just abhor the fact that I won't be able to do most of them now...

Few of the things that I really really miss badly, truly, insanely, deeply are:

1. I miss those fights with my siblings! Nothing on this earth is comparable to those dangerous, parlous yet adorable conflicts

2. I miss collecting each and every penny of my pocket money for few weeks and then, buying a thing that I would be craving to own from long! And that thing used to make me feel so proud! It used to just become one of my prized possessions

3. I miss eating samosas and chai in front of the college with friends, teasing each other... Passing comments on by-passers... No feeling in this world can overtake that nostalgic emotion...

4. You won't believe I even miss rebuking and  scolding of my dad! Yes, I miss it... I use to break into laughter, as soon as I use to enter the room, after getting rebuked by dad. *bad bad* <mischievous I was!>

5. I miss homemade food, the one made by mom. That's actually to be called heaven on earth...

6. I even miss the ample and insane amount of time that I used to have! Today, I feel like adding more 24 hours to one single day, and I know even then I will feel that a day is really too short for me to finish off all the stuff that I have!

7. I miss getting wet in rain with friends carelessly without worrying about cloths getting wet, catching cold and getting unwell. The days when these things use to be too minute for me to bother or worry about

8. I just miss having tea and pakoras in the horrible cold climate of north India

9. I miss lying down under the stars, staring them for hours and figuring out the shapes by joining them

10. I miss those stupid and brainless chats with cousins, that use to go on and on for the whole night!

11. I miss that excitement of results getting released.

12. I miss those stories of ghosts and spirits that we cousins and friends use to narrate to each other. 90% of  them were cooked up! Now we all are aware of it...

13. I miss chatting and laughing endlessly with my grandmother. Those chats are still precious to me!

14. I miss those streets of my hometown where we used to roam around on bike!

15. I even miss that innocent flirting when a glance of a person used to be enough to make your whole day beautiful. That innocent excitement of seeing someone roving around in your street just to have a look of yours! How charming and beautiful that thing was... I don't know what to call it... Really!

16. Ok, this is a stupid one. But still I would want to mention it. I still miss waving a goodbye to a plane or a helicopter! I still can't forget the excitement that the sound of planes use to generate within me when I was a kid! I use to leave every damn thing and use to run outside to just have a glance of the flying object and just to bid a goodbye.

17. I miss filling up each other's slam book in school! So stupid... But I miss it... I do!

18. I miss that excitement of getting to know more about marriage and adult stuff you know! *wink wink*... That was awesome and hilarious too! Amusing is the adjective to be used here...

19. I miss that care, that love that friends, siblings and cousins used to shower upon you. *bliss*

20. I miss that careless and carefree life, without tensions, without stress, without problems. A life guarded by dad. I miss that feeling of security in the premises of home and under the guidance of parents! I miss those days when I was just not aware of how serious life could turn out to be, how the world would force you to grow, how everybody would be just waiting like vultures to nip you and tear your innocence apart, when the world gets behind you to change, to forget everything you love.  I miss those careless days! Days when you never use to bother what people think about you. You just used to do what you liked! You used to give a damn to other's opinion about you!

And then, today we all are busy in making, changing and forming other's views about us. And our life revolves around that... Anyways, that's called life perhaps: A collaboration of different phases. May be tomorrow, I would be writing on the same theme but of a different phase, of a different era: May be I will write about today's phase... Who knows!

Anyways, for now I just want to take a dive in all those amazing memories of the good old days I would want to get returned to...

You die twice: one when you stop breathing and second when you leave your childhood behind...

Take me again,
Take me to those streets,
The streets leading to home,
Home where I belong,
Take me again,
Take me to that life,
Life that gave me happiness,
Happiness indefinable,
Take me again,
Take me to those people,
People whom I called my own,
My own and my everything...
Take me again,
Again to those days,
Days filled with love, care and laughter,
Those carefree days,
When all problems use to look like small pebbles,
With which we could play,
By throwing them hard on other stones,
And crashing them right there and right away...

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Dreams...


“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” 
― Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

Dreams... They make you... They destroy you... They define you!

I have been a dreamer all through my life! I always describe myself as a daydream believer and a midnight dreamer! That's what I am... My dreams comprises of all the categories: insane, sane, stupid, logical, impossible, achievable, crazy, sensible, practical, unfeasible!

But yes, I never abandoned dreaming. Its been into me and with me since I was born...

I at times, would be sitting somewhere with eyes opened, staring at something and then, gradually getting dragged into the ocean of dreams automatically! Yes, I have even been caught staring at people at times! *bad bad*... I actually wasn't staring but was lost in my own dream world! That's why I call myself little lost and crazy!

“People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.” 
― Neil Gaiman

Even while sleeping, my mind is just busy in weaving beautiful dreams. While sleeping, my dreams get played like some back to back movies! And so, whether its day or night, I am always surrounded by my dreams! I wish I could make my life fly high like a kite into the sky of dreams...

Yesterday, I was just thinking of my dreams, the ones I really want to fulfill before going to death bed! And I realized there are still millions of them pending, some practical and some non realistic, some very small and few big ones! Few of them are the ones I am listing below:

1. I, one day want to fly... Fly like a bird: with freedom and liberty! Yes, this one comes under the category of insane dreams!

“I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?” 
― John Lennon

2. I want to travel the whole world. I want to see, feel, experience and live all kind of cultures in the world. Believe me, different cultures is one thing that fascinates me so much! I feel like living them all... yes, all...

3. I have a list of uncountable things that I want to learn before angels ask me to fly. Some of them being sketching, painting, swimming, playing guitar, learning bharatanatyam and the list goes on and on guys

4. I want to read... Read a lot... Read all the good stuff that's available in all the libraries of the world.

5. I want to write. Write more, write better and write frequently

6. I always dream myself to be a very satisfied person while stepping into my grave! I should be able to look back at my life and smile and then, declare "Yes! I made it! I am taking bundles of happiness and ample of memories!"

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” 
― H. Jackson Brown Jr.

7. I want to have a home filled with 100's of children. Children of all ages: shouting, screaming, smiling, laughing, jumping, spoiling everything around.

8. I want to just and just keep people around me happy. I love it when they smile... I love it when they are happy

9. I want to fill my life with good people

10. I always dream of becoming one of those stars high in the sky one day, a star closest to the moon. And then, me and moon would observe the whole world from there and would, then gossip about every damn thing!

These are just a part of things that I dream of, that I generally visualize myself doing! There are many many others... But most of them are the ones that would fail to get categorized under the sane genre as per many people's dictionary. They would call them insane! And so, guess its better for me to keep them hidden somewhere within me!

My life is truly a pocketful of dreams! I am nothing without them..

O dreams, dear dreams...
Don't ever leave me...
For what am I without you?
What is the meaning of my being?
You are the ones that make me...
You are the ones that create me...
You are the ones that define me...
For, you are the ones that would destroy me!
Without you, I am like:
a kite without thread,
and a bird without wings...
a river without water,
and a cloud without rain...
a rainbow without colors,
and a temple without God...
But with you residing in my eyes,
I am like a stone with soul...

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Why are we, women so hard on each other???

So I know this one post is going to raise a lot of eyebrows. Primarily because this post is really not expected from a feminist like me! Each and every soul who's acquainted to me, is very well aware of the fact that one of my traits is of being an obsessive feminist.

Anyways, this post has originated from few experiences that my friends, my sisters and yes, me too have faced. It will surely sound normal to most of you but it is painful for the person who goes through it. Also, I really don't want to generalize anything or I really do not mean to criticize anybody. The things mentioned in this post are entirely on the basis of my personal and my friend's experiences

Let me begin with something that one of my siblings have to face daily because of her height. She is 5.9 ft.. I know she is very tall from Indian standards! But this rather than being a reason for her to be proud of, is a reason for her embarrassment! And you know what leads to embarrassment? Its the the comments passed by her female friends and her roommates. They always make her feel bad about her height, make her feel like an outlier! She is teased almost daily because of her height!

Similar kind of situation is faced by a friend of mine who's little chubby and healthy! I would definitely restrain myself from using the word "fat" here... Because, that's certainly not the right word

And that's not all. The ultimate case is of one of my friend who's extremely good looking! Even she has to face her female colleague's comments. Now, I have no idea what results in those comments, envy probably!! But isn't that a height of weirdness?

Even men doesn't bother to notice or comment that much that the women around notices other women and then, pass judgments, makes them feel bad and pass comments on different attributes of them. We just leave no space for other women to breathe. Why are we women so hard on each other?

You would be thinking absurd while reading this post. I being a woman is writing all this about other women. Why not? When I can write and present my views on the greatness and the amazing qualities of women then why not write about the other side? BTW, I would again repeat that I am not at all generalizing anything but yes, these are few things that are highly prevalent in few women, probably because these women chose to leave these negative characteristics in their behavior unchecked and unobserved. I guess, a woman needs to deal with these negative qualities very consciously and keep them under check for sometime. And then only you can get rid of them. If you don't try consciously to lessen the involvement of these qualities in your behavior, they start defining you as a person which is obviously not very appreciating and you end up being a collaboration of a mixed personality. These negative qualities just overpower the beautiful and amazing qualities that God has blessed us, the women with.

Anyways, coming back to the point, the most dominating trait in all these characteristics is that we women are just ready to criticize other women! Seeing a fat women, most of the women around would think "OMG! How fat she is?"... If a women is not dressed properly, we women would think, "Why couldn't she wear anything better" and blah blah. We are just ready to criticize other women anytime and every time! I am sure men would not even observe women as much as we women do! Why??

The second really horrible trait is the jealousy and worst of all, the thing that few of the women are just unable to hide it! I have literally seen women making weird faces seeing a beautiful or a sexy woman! The chances of appreciating and complementing other women on their beauty is a far off distant dream. Why do some women behave so absurdly? In fact, a girl in a short skirt makes other women tag her with  a ‘Slut!’ label!. A pretty woman’s promotion makes other women wonder what she had done with her boss, to get the job. We are always ready to judge other women! Why???

One of the most irritating attribute of few women is their love towards gossip. Its a well established and a well renowned fact that women love to gossip. There is no harm in gossiping but then, gossiping about each and everything on this planet is weird. And yes, 99% of the gossip that women do, revolves around other women! I have seen women gossiping about other women's personal life too,cooking up stories about them. For the ladies who comes under this category: If a women becomes too famous or if there are men who are just going gaga over a lady, doesn't mean you start bitching about that poor soul. Just because you can't afford to get male following! I am just unable to understand the pleasure that these women derive in gossiping about other women. BTW, the word here shouldn't be gossiping, it should be bitching

Before writing about the next irritating trait, let me breathe and say, OMG! This category is the most annoying one! When women turn into being moral police on other women.  They just love to pass comments or give their advice to women around. Why? Because a woman can afford to wear a short skirt and you can't doesn't mean you start giving her lectures on not wearing one! Just because a woman have guts to accept whom she has a crush on, doesn't mean you start advising them about what to talk and how to talk in public. Ladies, please grow up and stop playing the role of a moral police!!!

Actually before pointing out fingers at other women, just ask one question to yourself, Am I perfect? Think... Are you?? If you are, then you at least earned some amount of freedom to do the things mentioned above. But if you know, you are not perfect then stop judging other women. Let them breath and let them live!

Always remember:

“Who are you to judge the life I live?
... I know I'm not perfect
- and I don't live to be...
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure you hands are clean!” 
                                            ― Bob Marley

Ladies, let us give space to each other! If we can't respect each other's individuality, how dare we demand for the same from men???

And so, just relax, chill and let others do whatever they want! Be happy and let others be happy:)

The new day

Here comes a new day,
Filled with colorful rays,
It's beautiful, bright and sunny,
There is some game that everybody is playing,
Look at those droplets so high,
Somewhere in the clouds in the sky,
Yes, they are the ones who are playing,
They have been pushing each other for flying,
With rainbow resting in one corner,
As if observing everybody and everyone,
Making sure of no cheating and no corruption,
Smiling at this innocent amusement,
With sun looking handsome in its glares,
And the wind who's job is to flare,
The trees are also ready to play,
with the birds, on their branches that stay,
Even earth is ready to play with everyone,
She says "come on all, bring it on"...

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Keep moving forward


The Tiny Little Ant

ha ha ha... And I really have no idea what made me to write the below lines! Funny, childish and stupid still I loved the innocence in them, innocence of a child! Read, smile and think about how stupid and crazy I can get!!! But yes, I wrote these to make a point: that if you have confidence, courage and a passion to achieve something, nothing on this earth can stop you, how so ever tiny you are and how so ever huge the hurdles are! You will surely find a way out of them:

From the window, peeks a little ant,
Looks around and ask her friend,
To go inside and take a glace,
But she refuses to take a chance,
This made her sad, poor little ant,
She stood there, refusing to recant,
And looked inside to take a glance,
The window was big for the tiny ant,
But she jumped inside with a gasp and pant,
She will get something, she was confident,
Then she saw a sweet as huge as an elephant,
She jumped high and high in excitement,
Then she ran to the sweet kept in the pan,
She ate and filled herself like an empty can,
Till she saw the shadow of a huge man,
Frightened and scared, there she ran,
Ran towards the window as fast as she can,
Jumped outside and teased her friend,
Proud and happy on her great plan,
The friend being jealous, goes off to her tent...

Emptiness...


It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.” 
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

I wonder why do you feel so empty at times, completely empty: from inside and even from outside! You just don't feel like talking to anyone or seeing anyone. You feel like rebuking the whole world, asking them to go and mind just their own business and stop bothering you! And when everybody leaves you, you feel lonely, you feel alone! You want them to come back, come back to you and fill that emptiness which like a slow poison makes you weak, feeble and frail.

“There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise... ” 
― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key

Because this is emptiness is weird... You just don't know the reason for it or you don't want to know it: whatever... But yes, this emptiness is weird... Its strange or rather creepy! It starts killing you from inside, starts destroying you from within. You know that but then, you are helpless... because you are just unable to fill any emotion, any feeling! You are just out of thoughts... out of opinions... out of views! You have no smile, no tears, no pain, no happiness, no laughs, no howls! You have nothing left to fill your heart, to fill your soul!!!

Your brain, heart, soul, every part of you is just empty, empty like those utensils from which everyone has taken off their share of food and left them behind to be cleaned, so that they can be reused for making fresh food, can be emptied again, can be cleaned again and this cycle of using and cleaning gets repeated, repeated until the utensils gets wear out, their layer becomes too thin to take on more heat. Then? You throw them, dump them into a corner of your house or worse, you just give them off!

At times, I feel those animals who gets hibernated in winter times are damn lucky! I wish, even we humans had that option of getting hibernated in the gloomy and dark season. Or in fact, I at times feel that how peaceful it would be to leave this world behind and enter into a new world with no obligations, no compulsions, no emotions, no strings attached to anyone, you are not bound to think if the world cares for you or if you care for the world, there is nothing! Or perhaps, sleep forever, sleep peacefully where nobody disturbs you. I wish we had that option of switching on to that mode whenever we wanted to! Going into a mode of being breathless, into a peaceful sleep and coming back to life whenever we wish to! It would have been like taking a break. Because whatever you do, how so ever good break you take while being alive, you can never get rid of your affection for everything around, your affinity toward emotions. In the sleep, without breath, you would have no option of keeping them with you because all the organs that make you feel alive: brain, heart and everything else would also be dead with you. It's like switching off the plug of your breath, you heart, your mind and your soul and then, taking rest! A peaceful rest!

Moving again to the world of emptiness,
Which is full of solitude and darkness,
Waiting desperately for the dawn to break,
Waiting for the blue color to get painted,
Painted and cover this huge black canvas,
With the color of hope and joy,
Wish  I could close these eyes and give them some rest,
Wish I could give a break to these breaths,
Till the dawn had taken over this darkness,
Taking away even my heart's emptiness,
Leaving behind a soul full of hope,
And a heart full of joy...