Dear Men,

I write this on behalf of the entire woman population. You can show me examples of women who would disagree, but I am sure, deep inside all of them agree to this.

You assume and believe that you are the King of all. But are you the master of any one? You believe you have done enough and more of work at office that your attention, love and care is not called for at home. You get annoyed and irritated when your wife, mother, daughter or son for that matter, come and pile you up with the day’s worries and tensions.

Have you ever wondered and thought how it would be to wake up early enough to wake up all of the others at home, including you, make breakfast for the entire family, dress up your kids for school, give your tie that ‘special’ touch and kiss you off to work, clean the house, make lunch, wash and iron the clothes and water the garden? Also, to bring back your kids from school, make snacks for them, make sure they do their homework, and in the process get all the curses from them for pulling them from their play time, and sit them down to study, scream at them during the entire process, have a smiling face, in spite of all this, when you return from home? Get dinner ready ‘in’ time to fulfill everyone’s hungry appetite, wash the dishes and lie down with an aching back and head. Oh and not to forget, fulfill your desires once in bed! And you say home makers do not have any work!

Not to forget the tension and work load a working woman has to go through, in addition to all this. Now would you call yourself the ‘most’ hard-working person in the house?

• What is it that makes you stare at a woman?
• Is it the beauty? Or is it just because they have a bloated chest that differentiates them from you? Did you stare at them, when you were fed by your mother as well?
• What makes you comment and sing dirty songs when you see a woman in sari?
• Why do you try peeping in through the last layer of pallu to see that tiny inch of flesh, which you could very well see if you took off your shirt?
• When you get back home to a loving mother, wife or sister, would you do the same to them as well? How would you feel if someone would blow a dirty amount of air towards your mother, sister, wife or daughter?
• Why is it that you can go around sleeping with as many girls as you want, and you are considered a hero and macho-man?
•  At the same time when a woman does the same she is given a special name ‘prostitute’ and is considered a disgrace to the society. Why the difference?
• Why is it that there is a test to verify and confirm if a woman is a virgin or not, when you can have all the fun you want before or after marriage, and no one need to question your virginity?
•  We all talk and preach about equality among the two genders. But where exactly is equality?

A woman could be caring, loving, and protective till the end of her life. But once, you aggravate her, she could be your worst nightmare for a lifetime. Or maybe even for more. She could be the most blessed asset or the worst curse for you.

Your Opinion

What would you do if the place you had to go was in this condition?

10 Day Challenge- Final strike

This being my last day of the challenge, I thought I would chuck the 'favourite three' idea and go on and write about what I feel like writing about.

First things first, the challenge truly earned me several new visitors and followers, which I love. Thank you all. Your comments and suggestions are truly a boost to my writing :).

Now to the more lighter side of it. Or maybe not. Would you opt for a love marriage or an arranged marriage? Why is it the Indian culture, is still against love marriage? Or atleast they are not for it. Or maybe it is mostly in the southern part of India, and the northern part have grown beyond it. I have heard parents tell their children, "Swantham chekane kandu pidichu nyangale veshamipikarathu" (Do not bring sadness to us by choosing a guy by yourself). What sadness are they talking about? What if their child's happiness lies with that person? Or do the parents mean to agree to the guy/girl they choose for their child, even if the child's happiness lies with some other person. As long as the parents are not sad, everything and everyone is happy.
I agree, and I truly mean when I say this, we as children have absolutely no right to hurt our parents, in any way. They have given birth to us, taken care of us, fed us, bathed us, dressed us, made us happy in every way possible with great pain and difficulty. When I speak, I do not mean you elope with the person you have met few days, months or years back for the parents who have taken care of you for your entire life. Neither do I agree with it. Infact, I strongly disagree with it. But does that mean, we let go or sacrifice our happiness for our parent's happiness?
My parents sometimes say that love marriages do not work. But what guarantee can they give me that arranged marriages will work. On the other hand, aren't there tens and thousands of love marriages that are still strong (touch wood), but more than hundereds of arranged marriages that are waiting for their cases to be accepted in the courts? The only bonus star I have found about arranged marriages when compared to love marriages is that, when arranged marriages do not work you have your parents to support you. But in love marriages you just have yourself to blame. Or maybe not. I am not very sure.
But, isn't love about two souls being as one? You love a person, you trust him, care for him, stand by him in thick and thin. And expect, and hope, the same in return. Be it love marriage or arranged marriage, I believe that this institution called marriage is a very solemn and sacred place, where adjustment is a vital ingredient. and the next most important organ would be trust and love. If you love a person, completely with your entire heart, I believe, trust follows its way.

P.S: I am neither for or against either of them. I believe it is a very pure and loving relationship, that should be nurtured and preserved. It should be given the value which it deserves, and should be grown with great care and respect. As long as you hold on to the person you love, I guess there won't be any problem in living life together. Maybe for seven whole years :)!

10 Day Challenge- Strike 9

Facebook is the 'in' thing for a long time now. Being an addict for a long time, and now being not available in Fb was a tough task. But I have achieved it. Though at time I do miss it. Reasons:

- Facebook is probably the only, and I actually mean only, way to know details about your friends, colleagues blah blah. A senior, and a close friend of mine, is getting married. I know the date and venue, despite she officially calling me. When I met her recently, I asked her if she isn't inviting me for the wedding. She said I had sent all of you an official message on Fb! Dude, how many times do I have to tell all of you I am not on Fb. Is that the only way to communicate with others? What more? Our teachers are informing us about seminars through Fb!!!

- I loveeeeeeee seeing pictures of people. They could be random strangers. As long as they are pretty, have superb dressing sense (can be and/or of the following), you can be sure I would have visited your profile at least once to admire your profile picture. In fact, if the profile picture is cute enough, I am in there for sure :P. But don't worry I have and never will create any problems for anyone. I have never copied any photos. I swear :D!!

- I miss people, actually. It certainly seems Fb is the only way to talk to people. I miss talking and chatting with people, day in and out.

I am definitely going to return to the Facebook world soon. Till then, life is as much good without it. I atleast got to know who my true, actual friends are. Cheers :)

10 Day Challenge- Strike 8

Three things I can never leave my house or presently room without.

1) Mobile Phone : What if Amma(mother) calls all of a sudden? What if my best friend is in trouble and need my help? What if my friend (who rarely leaves earlier), while walking falls and requires the ankle guard from the room? What if my sister decides to visit me all of a sudden and wants to know where I am? What if...??? These are all excuses for me to carry my Samsung Galaxy, no matter where I go. But I cannot, leave my house without it.

2) Watch : Time waits for no one. Hence, I don't forget to wear it :P! Well not really. I just hate it when my right hand is empty. That's the space for my watch!!!! I would die for watches so I love to flaunt them. I don't mind getting drenched in the rain, but I make it a point to remove my watch and place it safely inside my bag. Yes, I am a watch freak!

3) Band : What if the band I am using to keep my hair intact cheats on me and breaks? What if one of my friend is in need for one? I just love wearing an extra pink hair band on my left hand.



So here they are. Three things I can't leave without and can't lave my room without.

10 Day Challenge- Strike 7

Songs with meaning are a rarity. And a treat to the ears. Three songs that would definitely bring tears to my eyes, no matter when.

1) My Heart Will Go On : Lovely lyrics, music everything!

2) Ambala Puzha : A Malayalam song, that my sister used to sing for me to rock me to sleep. Now, I sing it for my nephew :)!

3) Sandese Aate Hain : A lovely song from Border. Song filled with meaning, which will definitely bring tears to one's eyes. It does to mine!

Will You...???

It was half past 10. She was used to holding her Samsung Corby to her ears, with the love of her life on the other end. She would be on her bed, cuddling with her teddy, laughing at one moment and crying the next moment. She would talk about her day, her worries, her moments of laughter, while her guy would listen patiently. After a while, it would be the other way round. But today, or rather for a few days now, she felt alone. Her Corby would be motionless for half of the day. The other half would be filled with calls or texts from her family back at home, or friends who needed help. Her love seemed to be too busy to spend time with her like before.
Everything was fine. They met in college, while she was being bullied by his friends. Little did she know, that he was too busy admiring her, to save her. But he did. From the bullies, and not him. They had dreams of each other. They dreamt of of being together, walking with their hands clasped to each other. But neither had the courage to open their hearts to the other. But he did. And they had the perfect college life together. With their moments of love, fights, laughter and fun. Luckily both of them got placed in the same city, Delhi, Dilwalon hi Shahar (the land of lovers).
It was few days before Valentines Day. They were having dinner in a posh restaurant. Out of the blue, he asked her what her plans were for V Day. She looked at him with her loving eyes, shrugged and smiled. And he continued talking to her about his day at office. Confused, she asked him what his plans were. "I am really sorry darling, but I have to leave to Dubai the day before V Day, for a very important meeting," he said. With filled eyes, she looked at him. Both of them looked at each other for five whole, silent minutes. But she loved him. More than she could ever love anyone else. And she knew he loved her as much in return. With that note, they continued to have their dinner. Their silence spoke more than their words.
She tried calling him. His phone was busy. After half an hour, she tried calling him again. He picked it up and said that he was busy and would call her later. She waited. And waited. Till she slept off waiting. He kept his distance, and she held on to her heart. She trusted him. Believed he would always be with her, be it wind or sunshine. But her heart was frightened. And she tried keeping her distance. He did not call her before leaving to Dubai, except for a text which read, "Leaving. Take care. Happy Valentines Day. I Love You". She missed him, but did not know who to tell it to.
It was Valentines Day. The flower shops were filled with red roses. And more than them, it was filled with customers, hoping to buy the best of best rose to impress their partner. She wished she got the best of then from her guy. But there she was, all alone, with the person she loved more than her life, far away. It was late when she returned to home from office, only too tired. She went to her bedroom to freshen up and go to sleep fast, so that the day would finally come to an end.
Only to see on her bed beautifully made with a beautiful red gown and a note that read, "My Love, you look like a princess the way you are. But I would love to see you at the Garden at Residency, wearing this gown. P.S: I Love You". The same tears filled her eyes, but this time it was because of happiness. She got dressed to her best, and drove to the place mentioned by her love.
As she entered, she saw the grass was filled with red rose petals, paving a clear path for her to walk on. And on the other side, was Rahul, dressed in a suit, looking his best as always, smiling at her. Tears filled her eyes to see the person whom she thought had left her and gotten bored of her. As she reached to his extended hand, she saw a candle lit table covered in a red cloth, on top of which were a bunch of red roses. Yes, she got the best of them all. Beside them, was a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He knelt down, holding her left hand. Took out a ring from his pocket, showed it to her and said,
"Jaan (Heart, what she usually loved him calling her), you are the best person I have ever met. You love me, like no one else could ever do, understand me more than anyone else, trust me more than I trust myself and have faith in me. It is because of you that I am who I am. I would never do anything that would hurt you, and the 'Dubai' plan was just to make this day a lot more special. (both of them share a silent laugh). My life would be incomplete without you. So, would you do me the honour of being my wife for the rest of my life?"
She hugged him, literally choking him. But he loved it and her.

10 Day Challenge- Strike 6

Every small tiny winy kid loves cartoons. I keep wishing all of us would be able to laugh at tiny little things, like my nephew does when he watches Tom and Jerry. Infact, anyone who watches Tom and Jerry, no matter how 'old' they are would forget their worries and laugh their heads off. Hence, today's note would be on my favourite cartoons.

1) Tom and Jerry : I guess it was very obvious that my most favourite cartoon would be Tom and Jerry. I mean who doesn't like that cartoon?! If the scene of a cat running behind a mice for an entire half an hour can make you laugh beyond you ever imagined, then why not? I truly adore watching both of them fight, and Jerry getting Tom into trouble when the lady comes or when the dog is around. Infact, there has also been moments where people say that they would do something when Tom catches Jerry. Or when the face of the lady in the cartoon is shown. Lovely funny cartoon I must say.

2) Powerpuff Girls : Girl power personified!! Who would have imagined three girls would rescue the entire world from any evil. Well, yes, it is just a cartoon. But who knows when the concept of this cartoon becomes a reality. A bang on a man's face :P.

3) Flintstones : Fred and Wilma, you made me laugh till my stomach pained during my younger days! The way he runs the car by literally running is truly hilarious. The cartoon also depicts the friendship between Fred and George. I truly loved Flintstones. Infact I still do!


P.S : Others that made it close are:
Dexter's Laboratory, Jetsons, Mickey Mouse, Looney Tunes, Popeye, Scooby Doo..... Phew now this was tough!!

A Sum Up...

Who said people do not speak their hearts out? Ofcourse they do. Especially during celebrations. Celebrations is a time for anyone to understand the true nature of anyone else. They may not speak out through their mouth. But one would very well understand what the other person wants to tell through their actions and behaviours.

Few things I learnt during my recent college celebration.

-Expect the unexpected.

- Do in only your 100% and leave the rest to God, because you would anyway receive comments on how bad the whole thing turned out to be inspite of putting in more than your 100%.


- However, there are other people who think they know everything and can do everything in the bestest way possible without anyone's help. Basically, a one man show!

- Dress your best, because in the end all that is going to matter is how good you looked, and not how much hard work you put in.

- Don't expect anything from anyone. Anything refers to any sort of help, physically, mentally or monetarily.

- Don't put in more than what you are supposed to.

- People who you thought were the most hard working people (and who proved to be the same at some point of time) turned out to be the most lazy little freaks.

- Few people tend to behave like they rule the world and everyone around them are slaves and bound to obey
their orders.

- Be ready to witness new faces. Nope, not really new faces. Old faces with a new face. Get it? :P

- Get ready to hear wonderful comments about you and your surronding beings, even if you are completely covered! (the worst of all)

On a lighter note, celebrations are happy and a time to enjoy with one's friends and loved ones. Especially when it is your last!

10 Day Challenge- Strike 5

Movies movies movies...I could watch them for an entire day or even more. Next in queue are 3 of my favourite movies.

1) Walk to Remember : Romantic, cute, heart-breaking, eye filling.. The movie clearly depicts pure love between two individuals. From the beginning till the end, the movie does not really seem to be a movie. It seems to be more like watching two lives infront of you rather than a movie. You just wouldn't want the movie to end. And definitely not in the way that it ends. Your heart skips a beat in more than one scene, especially in those scenes where he tries his best to fulfill her wishes and when she is bed ridden and he takes care of her. The two characters have played their role so beautifully that any girl would just crave for a guy as sweet, caring and loving as Carter. The movie is just out of the world.

2) Bride Wars : I probably love this movie because it completely, in every sense, reminds me of my bestest friend ever. She studying for law makes it a lot more real to Kate Hudson in the movie. Stubborn, never wrong, strong, career-oriented, bold, fierce would definitely be the words I would use to describe Bhadra. The things they do to each other to get over with their revenge, despite which they end up being together at the end, describes true friendship. True, everlasting friendship.

3) Fashion : Priyanka Chopra, I so love you in this movie. One word to describe her in this movie would be SEXY! Especially the last scene, where she stands for 5 mins as the show stopper was truly the movie stopper scene. I don't really know if the movie brings out the true colours of the industry, but it truly brought out the 'Fashion' in me :P!

10 Day Challenge- Strike 4

Television is one of my weak point. Now more than ever, since I watch it very rarely now! So here are my three favourite tv shows.

1) Modern Family : One word to describe this show would be MODERN!!!Every family claims or hopes to be modern, but no family can be as modern as these people. I wonder how many families would accept their son to be a gay, accept their father to have a relationship with a woman as old as his daughter, and have a brother as old as your son. Phew. Now that's what I call a Modern Family! One show that helps me lighten up my mood no matter how down I am. And the thoughts given to us at the end of the show is just mind blowing!

2) Las Vegas : One SEXY show. The women just make you whistle your tune to the loudest ad the men are just..phew..so bloody hot!!!! I just love everything about this show. The location (obviously!!who doesn't like and dream of going to Las Vegas), the attires worn by the cast, the cast themselves (ha i could watch them all day long) and the Montecito Casino!!!

3) Emotional Atyachar : No liar can escape from these people. Every lover would think twice, or maybe even more than that, before cheating on their partner, thanks to these guys. The show would be unethical, against the culture of India and what not. But it completes it purpose to the fullest. However I would like to see one show where the partner under the loyalty test turns to be a true lover!

So voila, my three favourite tv shows!!!

10 Day Challenge- Strike 3

Next in my list would be the three best moments in my life. These are three mindblowingly-super-fantastic events that made my life a lot more happier and gave more reason for me to live.

1) New Arrival : This would definitely be the first in this list. December 16, 2008. The day my nephew was born. Oh God, Nephew makes it sound so far. The day my boy was born is so much better. He caught my finger with his tiny little fingers and I promised him I would never let that hand go, no matter how big it grows. No matter if it is sun, wind, hay, or rain, as long as I am with him, I would not let anything hurt him. For more details on this very special day of mine, refer to It's a boy!!! post.

2) New Years Eve : Meeting your 2 bestest friends after 3 years would definitely be second on my list. Especially on New Years Eve. Probably the best New Years!! What made it ultra-special and cool is that we spent it at one of my friend's place with just the three of us. We lie down looking at the stars, cut the cake, spoke till 3 in the morning, slept cuddling each other to the fullest, spoke about old memories and new happenings in each other's life, danced like there was no tomorrow....Phew...I wish I would get back those two days.

3) Surprise Filled : Next in line would be my 20th birthday, which was filled with surprises. For more details, go back to Overload of Surprises. My friends made my day. Love you all for that :*









P.S: Trust me, it was really really very difficult to chose three out of the many superb events that made my life a lot more special.

An Apology

I had challenged myself for 10 continuous days. However due to college requirements, I was unable to post a post yesterday. I apologize to all my readers, and promise to be up-to-date from here onwards.

10 Day Challenge- Strike 2

Going through one of my fellow blogger's blog, I came across an article on food. Being in a hostel, with 'nutritious' food, it filled my mouth with water. Hence, my next challenge would be 3 chows that entertain my appetite well enough.

1) Burgers- They can fill my stomach at any time of the day. The only non-veg food I crave for, at hostel, are burgers. The more the cheese, the merrier! My order for the day, Chicken Burger with Extra Cheese please...

2) Chicken Biriyani- A Malabari hot chicken biriyani, served with cold salad?? Oh yes! I would definitely go out with someone who would offer me that. If it is home-made I would forget the word 'No' for a long time. Infact I would probably forget all the alphabets :P!!!

3) Maggi Noodles- You give it to me as breakfast, lunch AND dinner, I would be the happiest person. Add scrabbled eggs with it, and, voila delicious tasty maggi noodles is ready. No wonder I make a mess when I have to share it with my friends at hostel!!!



So herethey are, 3 mouth watering dishes that would make any dull day of mine THE best :) 

10 Day Challenge- Strike 1

As put forward by my fellow blogger, here are my 3 most embarrassing moments. They really killed the hell out of me, to make a place in this space!

1) The Great Fall : Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. So did I. Imagine yourself falling in front of a hundred co-students, on the middle of the road, with your legs spread apart. Funny? Well yes that is what my friends felt when they saw me in this 'compromising' position! Not to mention, one of my most embarrassing moments ever. To see almost everyone around you laughing their heads off and you sitting 'helpless' on the floor like a kid!

2) The Purse Emptier : I never knew accompanying your best friend to the parlour would empty your purse to the last penny. My best friend accomplished in that task. She had gone for a pedicure, hand and leg wax and eyebrow shaping when I had nothing to do. No, I had started going to the parlour by then but had just visited it the week before. And so jobless, I decided to colour my hair. Yes, I know. Very wrong choice. Especially when you have not informed your mother about it, haven't asked the price before agreeing to the colour and the worst, having very little notes of money in your wallet. It cost me 860 and I had 500. I stood mouth wide open seeing the bill. My friend added a 300 to it, excluding her personal contribution to the parlour. Definitely second in my 'most embarrassing' list.

3) The Guitar Woman : My very first 'guitar' show at my very new school. The moment I get into the stage to play my weapon, my very dear seniors keep shouting and howling so that one among the howlers could play my weapon next on stage! Yes. He didn't have a guitar, he requested me to lend mine and was a part among the 15 'bullies' bullying me. It was a terrible and embarrassing moment then, but now one of the most happiest and funniest moment at school. Especially when the very seniors became a few of my favourite people in school, later on.

I hope you all have had a fun time 'imagining' my moments :P! 

10 Day Challenge...

I am bored, and, have a very bad writer's block. Hence,I put myself through a challenge for the next 10 days, starting from tomorrow. 3, being my lucky number, I will have to bring in 3 of my favourites in any area. Be it food, songs, movies, actors, issues, gadgets, books, authors, characters, cartoons, you name it, I will face it.

All the very best to myself :)!

P.S: Anyone willing to know more about me is free to challenge me with any area to choose from. 

Silence to be enjoyed

All we can and are expected to do is remain silent and enjoy the silence.

Disgust fills my heart when I look around myself.  Where is our mother going to? What is the future of our motherland? With the present of our mother being so evil and unhealthy, what will our children and grand children and the generations to come have to suffer? Won't they blame us for all the atrocities we have caused to our mother? Don't they deserve to enjoy all the rights and fun that they are entitled to?  In a place where people like, Anna Hazare are kept in jail with criminals like Raja and Kanimozhi, what justice do you expect people to obtain? Where girls as small as 4 and 5 are raped and thrown to their home gates, what equality are we fighting for? In a place where even silent processions are answered by rampant violence from the police, what sovereignty do the citizens enjoy? Hindus consider all Muslims as terrorists and all Muslims consider Hindus as enemies- what secularity remains? When people are forced and threatened to vote for a particular candidate, how can we be call it a democratic nation?


Just spend five minutes and think of all the harm we have done to India. Why are we destroying our mother India? When we can't hurt our very own mother then why do so with the mother that is giving us a vast and diverse area to live on? Would we tolerate anyone hurting our very own mother- The lady who brought us to this beautiful world. She suffered the pain of bearing us within her for nine months, and not to mention and forget the years that followed. How many of us would sit peacefully and watch someone look at our mother in a wrong way, let alone rape her? How many of us would not feel bad the next moment after a fight with our mother? If we do, that mother has given birth to a heartless creatures. Are we that? 

No G(square) in this area!!!

Three generation of women- an old one, a middle-aged one and a young pretty one. There was just one thing common among all- they were all mothers. And there was one more thing in common.The three of them were hugging their young kids to their hearts, hoping and praying that this train journey is not their last moment with their child. One thing I learnt during the train journey- age does not affect, in any way, the relation between a mother and child.

In this profession, there is no generation gap. Or the G(square), in the 'YO' style!

Happy? Independence Day...

I woke up this morning and... bhoom... my phone was filled with Independence Day messages. A few from people I know, the others from my well wishers?
I guess all of them forgot that the telecom servers were paying them for their texts. So much for the one month message booster huh? Maybe they should have added 'exclusive of special occasions for the country and festivals'. Yes! Independence Day is included in the list of Diwali, Friendship Day, V Day and so on!
Someone in my vicinity just burst crackers. Oh, yes, Independence Day invites bursting of crackers rather than the hoisting of the flag with all of us straight in our spinal cord saluting the best and most beautiful symbol of our nation.
Should we be proud of a nation, where, equality is just preached and not practiced? Where females are pieces of art and creation, to be used to accomplish one's pleasure? Where even baby female fetuses are not saved and given a chance to enjoy life like all of us? Where girls as small as 9 and 10 are raped and thrown? Or maybe they are following the age old use and disuse theory!
What exactly is the future of our mother? In a country where the youth, and the so-called future of India, eat more of burgers and pizza rather than chapathi and sabji, watch more of Star World rather than know more about what the Indian Government is doing to better or worse India, are more inclined towards low waist jeans and T's rather than the Indian sari or dhothi and jubba, who love visiting the beauty parlour more than their college, what is the future of India?
On a lighter and positive note, India is much much better than many other countries, like Vietnam, Myanmar, Burma, Cuba and so on. So there are 'stuff' to be proud of. And there is definitely room for much much more improvement.

HAPPY INDEPENDECE DAY!


P.S: All written are purely personal opinions, feels and emotions. Anyone is free to oppose, support and comment on the post. Any relevance to anyone's feelings is purely coincidental.

Annoyed....

I am right now an annoyed and irritated GIRL, who finds equality among the two sexes not happening. At least not in my town! Why is it that a guy or man or whatever that stupid species call themselves as, gets goosebumps when he sees a girl driving? Why can't they just handle it when they see a girl driving the car in front of them? Why is it that he has to make either faces or comment on her driving or make false, all-of-a-sudden problems with the car? Why do they think they are the only ones who can drive well? Who do they think they are? 

Goodbye?

Struck in the middle of his sleep by the scratching of his parent's feet on the floor and the screams from his mother asking him to get up, he felt restless and angry. What a way to start the day! But there was sometime left for the day to come to action. The walk school, the fights and the high pitched screams with friends and teachers respectively, the nagging from his mother to complete his home-work when all he wanted to do was play in his PS3, the delicious dinner before the late night sleep. They all could wait for some more time. But the carefree, peaceful sleep had called it a day!

Until he reached the dark world. A world with no natural light. Unlike the scorching bright rays of the sun that used to wipe out the sleep from his eyes, pitch darkness surrounded him. He ran to his mother with a worried look and asked her how the current could vanish so early in the morning. He felt the Electricity Board had played its game as usual. Little did he know that our great great grandfather had passed away. The Sun!

But life had to move on. So the day began. He got dressed in the dark. He had a tough time in putting his hair intact with no light to help him see. He walked to school with a torch light, to save himself from tripping over a stone. The teachers were kind to their students. They too were mourning the death of their life lighter. However the playground was still filled with kids during the break hours. However there were several cuts and wounds to be taken care of, thanks to the lack of light.

The classes were interrupted by the Princi, who walked in to give in tips to the students, as well as teachers, to go on with normal life. He told them, with the Sun no more there to protect us from the stones and thorns, with day and night being the same, electricity was the only hope. He asked everyone to be careful about the way they use the electricity and to make sure they switched off all lights and fan when they were not being used.He walked back home, nearly missing a broken branch. He informed his parents on what the Princi had asked them to do. With no mood to watch tv or play PS3, he had an early dinner and went off to bed early.

He woke up all of a sudden to the bright daylight, sweat dripping from his forehead. His mother came into the room, with an angry face, telling him it was getting late for school. Seeing her son's tensed face, she hugged him tight and told him it was just a dream. A very bad dream. In the shelter of his mother's chest, he lay for sometime, before the day called for him.

Could this little boy's bad dream be a reality?

A Resoultion...

We celebrated Friendship Day today,
Our last friendship day at college,
We had our fights and hatred,
In the three years at our second-home,
We came alone, and will leave alone,
But today,
There was no difference, there was no one alone,
No hatred or fights, not even on the faces,
We tied bands on every person's hands,
With no bands, our wishes played the game,
And today I have taken this resolution,
To forget all hatred, and to love all,
During the final few months left,
At our second-home,
At our college.

Love Letter...

What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me

While reading the legendary lines from the  Love Story by Erich Segal, my heart skipped a beat. The cup of coffee that was keeping me from drowsing off, now helped me from spilling my eyes with tears. I clenched on to it for support.  The lines were filled with love, compassion, pain and sorrow. The same love and compassion I felt for Raj, the moment I set eyes upon him on the first day of college. 

He was the macho-man, and I was the silent, library type. Girls would fight to grab an opportunity to be seated next to him, while I only wished to do so. I tried avoiding him, turning pages of the books in the library. I tried letting myself know that I was not his type. And never would be. I tried writing down notes to myself telling why I would never have a chance with him. But deep in my heart, I hoped for him to glance at me at least once. I hoped for him to take the first step in asking me my name. After all that is the guy's job right?

Days passed by. And then months. But my hopes remained to be hopes. They even started to fade away. Slowly, but reluctantly. I still wished he would have noticed me. Seen me through the wide glasses and braided hair. Seen how much I loved him and cared for him. But, would he? 

Oh yes he did! The most special day in any lover’s life. The V Day! I entered the classroom to a bunch of roses waiting for me on my desk. With a personalized card, saying, “You thought you were blind to me. You thought I didn’t notice you, everytime you walked into the classroom. On the outside your face was filled with those wide glasses, and your hair was always neatly braided. But you were the only person who didn’t make any effort to make me notice you. No make-up, no short dresses. You were just you. The uniqueness in you just grabbed me towards you. And I have been dieing to tell you that I love you, and request you to do me the honour of being my valentine for today and the rest of my life”. And yes I did.

We had our moments of love and fights. Our fights would end up with me crying and he apologizing. But we never told each other a sorry or thank you. Because, true love never asked you to do so. Or so we felt. Even with years passing by, and his stomach gaining a little more of fat and eyes surrounded by wrinkles, he continued to be a macho-man. Atleast for me. Our moments of love. Was filled with pure love.

But it’s all over. It came to an end, the day the truck hit Raj’s car, on his way back home from office. My life came to an end. Or so I thought. Until I went through his diary for the first time, where it was written. Raj probably saw it coming. It read,

“Love, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I couldn’t have asked for a better wife and life. The life that you gave me. You stood by me through thick and thin. Through darkness and light. You loved me no matter how rude I was with you. You always welcomed me with a smile on that beautiful face of yours, no matter how late it was. I do not know if I have lived up to your expectations and love you poured me with. But one thing I assure you is that no matter how far we might seem to be, I am always next to you, loving you, hugging you tight and supporting you. In what ever you do. P.S: I love you. And always will.”

So what do you say about a twenty-nine year old boy who died? That he was awesomly handsome. And intelligent. And that he loved soccer, and his guitar. And my chapathi and paneer butter masala. And me.