Crazy crush

I know I am not a teenager anymore but when it comes about my first major crush I go weak in my knees and get a tingling flutter in my heart.So today I saw Milind's Soman movie again,i won't name which one is it.But I never seem to get tired of oomphing over his smile or drooling over his voice.There's something about first crush and first love that you can't seem to get over throughout your life.Your heart take precedence over your mind.Oooo..love him!

Astrology - A Myth?

Hindu religion is one of the oldest religion leading to believe people in around 64 thousand crore God’s if at all. We have various traditions which we follow. Some of them are quite good, they help bring families together. But then we had others like sati, child marriage etc which had been put to, by being people with broader outlook towards things. But still there are a lot of customs and traditions which are still believed into and some of us still think they are valuable and should be preserved while rest find themselves a victim of the same. Belief in horoscopes/astrology is one such thing.



Before marriage Hindus tend to match the so called kundali’s of the potential bride and groom and then decide if the marriage should happen or not. The summary is a minimum of 18 ‘gunas’ should match, then only they are compatible else they are not fit for each other. These so called ‘gunas’ are decided based on the temperament , health and life prediction of the boy and the girl depending on their date of birth, time and place. But can someone really predict what is going to happen? If that be the case why are we living the life we have if we know what is going to happen? When the boy and girl were living separately then there were no conflicts but if they get married her ‘gunas’ may even lead to the guy’s death if she is manglik? Isn’t that bullshit? If something is supposed to happen then won’t that happen anyways? Just because a person is born on a particular day his/her partner will likely die? Isn’t that a ridiculous thought?



There’s a large race of educated people who firmly believe in all this, be it India’s superstar Amitabh Bachan or our leaders like LK Advani,Narendra Modi and countless others to name. We are still to move past these shackles inhibiting the real incarnation of our country from its ageold myths /misbeliefs.



I am certain that half of the population reading this might actually turn out to be a believer afterall. If not I would be pleasantly surprised. So what are you, a believer or you think it’s a myth?

Emotional abuse

Is physical abuse the only abuse? Isn’t the deepest of pain which stirs your soul and makes you immovable, emotional in nature? Physical wounds can heal in sometime and if not you die. But emotional wounds stay forever and are the hardest to heal. It always leaves a mark like the physical ones but on you as a person.


These thoughts came into my mind when someone close to my friend hurt her and when she said I am hurt, he questioned her and replied saying I didn’t cause you any physical harm. I couldn’t help but think is physical harm the only harm a person can cause? The biggest harms caused are always emotional in nature isn’t it so? Why we feel lost and devastated on a broken relationship. They didn’t beat us to death or anything, they just deserted you.

A person who’s physically challenged is not weak because of his physical incapability but from the realization and thoughts of things he can do and he can’t. If only we were mentally strong enough no problem would ever be a problem. We do exercises to keep our body fit and healthy and trimmed. But what is there for the mind? How do we train our mind to be strong too?

Physical hurt is much easy to deal with emotional hurt. We may not cry on biggest of physical injuries but on those of emotional ones. How can anybody not realize that? I wonder at times how can people be so insensitive to others? How can they be so selfish and self centered that they don’t even realize how much pain and harm they are causing to the other person. For them there’s no harm until physical harm is there. What if a person dies of his emotional trauma? Will then only be his wound visible?

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

The forgetful person I am and plus the amazing friends I have got, often places me at tight positions too often. Well what happens is I tend to forget their Birthday’s occasionally , mind you they come only once a year so are very important. And at others you forget about their 5th anniversary with their boyfriend, about their facial appointment, about the recent shopping date they have fixed, about the new dress they bought recently and you couldn’t recognize and compliment them, or the new sandals for the matter and so on and on.


I accept that forgetting birthday’s of close friends is not acceptable at all and that too 2 years in a row is a horrendous crime. My apologies to my dear friend Lioness for that. So is there a way out of escaping such situations? I went with my plight to one of my dear friend and he suggested I should follow ’bole toh gandhigiri mamu’. Send a rose or a B’Day card daily to the dear friend who is upset that I forgot her B’Day and have decided to declare a cold war and isn’t talking to me at all. The idea was quite appealing but considering the budget and the meager salary I am bound for look for alternatives.

All of us often find ourselves caught in fierce problems like this when our loved one is upset because we were careless enough to forget an important day. What do you do then ‘gandhigiri’? :D Occasionally I have seen guys buying dresses, jewellery and other stuff for their wives often just because they forgot something important. :D Poor fellows I must say!

With my due condolences to the race of men I would like to end this post here as I have kind of lost the reason why I started writing this stuff! :D

Adventures on road

It wasn’t long back that she took the decision to learn how to drive.And after a day she found herself in the nearby motor driving school having registered herself for the morning 6:30 driving classes. The adventure has begun she thought.So she woke up next day all excited about the fun waiting for her and reached the pickup point sharp 6:30 AM. After a millennia she was seeing the morning sun and the cool breeze and birds chirping, so it all seemed to be quite lovely. And then came her teacher/trainer with a Wagon-R mounted with a board bearing the name of the training school in bold.

Well that was the start of an adventure story. Each day it became more hilarious for her and more unbearable for her instructor who had to bear with a girl with such poor motor skills and on top of it she laughed so often, he wondered if she’s nuts.

The first shock came to her when the instructor told her, take the driver seat on the first day. She was in impression he will tell more about what a car is made up of..Yeah she was that dumb! She hesitantly asked him, Are you sure,I should sit here? Don’t you think you should tell me where is everything inside this machine. Though skeptical,it sounded fun to her, everything challenging is fun afterall. So she sat and the driver started with ABC. Aceelerator,Brake,Clutch. Oh that’s simple she thought. Only the myth to be broken in another 5 minutes.

There she released the clutch slowly and the car paced forward. There the thing was running, oh its so easy she was thinking ,just move steering a little bit here and there, and oh it’s so simple. I wonder why they have 15 days classes, I will be done in a week,she was thinking and there came a cut. Instructor told to take a turn and there she was. The machine seemed to be moving in a direction on its own. There she was moving the steering where she should but why the hell is it going right instead of left. Then she noticed her first bug in her directional skills. She can only move straight.

Only at the 5^th day she got hold of her directions but her crazy instructor had come up with another test.There they were on a straight neat,clean(meaning no person or cows  or dogs for the matter) road.And the guruji says…shishya you see those trees ,take the car between them and pull it out to the road again.Her eyes bulged out.She gave him a look are you serious?And he nodded. She took inspiration from arjun and tried to hit the fish’s eye and bang the car was right in middle of the two trees and she started to turn and suddenly the engine went silent.It got stopped.She wondered what went wrong while the guru and shishya were stuck between the trees laughing ,mocking at them . The savior guruji took it out and taught her life rescue skill.

And so after numerous such lessons she completed her driving lessons courtesy her amazing guruji. Still afraid to go for a test ,fearing she will definitely flunk the driving test and no one will ever issue her a license.Praying for her and wishing her luck for her driving test! Amen!

Sheila ki jawani

She is Sheila.She wakes up early morning at 5 daily and cleans the house.At one time she has lived in that small house with 8 other siblings.Its shabby and has a thatched roof which leaks occasionally in rainy season. Sheila has seen 10 winters of her life till now and she is happy.

She has small dreams and desires.Whenever she sees girls dressed up in uniforms with books in their hand and all adorned with red ribbons she feels like to be same.The world is flat for Sheila as she never got a chance to go to school and learn that earth is actually round.She still ponders over why the sky is blue and why night falls and how morning sun daily rises to end the dark night.She doesn’t knows she lives in India ,she only knows that she belongs to this slum “Gehrao”which has been the only place she has ever seen in her life.

She has 2 younger brothers who go to the nearby govt school and they have a uniform too.She has 6 elder sisters which are all now married.Her elder sister Munni was married at the age of 13 two years back.Her Mom keeps telling her that she should start learning household chores because now soon she will be married.She should be ready to serve her husband.Cook for him,clean his house,his clothes.


This is the reality of many more sheila’s in our country India still.However educated or well placed we are,we are still a part of this country where Sheila is living such a life.We know her but we can only talk about it,criticize politics,people and society and forget it at end of day.But we can never change her world.Can we?

Raat akeli hai

It was a dark stormy night,the winds blew so hard that trees rocked and windows and doors knocked from every nook and corner of the house.But she was sitting in her drawing room,on her favourite chair with a book as still as a statue,lost in her own world.As if the storm outside doesn’t exists at all.As if life was as still as a rock.Jimmy her beloved pet was running around the house barking aloud till an hour ago.But finally he too sat beside her silent and blissfully asleep in a few minutes.They were unaware of that violent storm rocking the terrain.She has faced storms much bigger than this in her life and GOD has it dittered her anyway!!!She was a strong and determined person.



The howling sound of the wind outside created a errie,creepy atmosphere,a ghostly smell haunted the houses that day.Suddenly there was a knock on the door.She wasn’t expecting anyone and was surprised and thought it may be the wind.But the door knocked again and then yet again and again and again….She deserted her comfy occupancy and headed toward the door.She opened the gate and there was a stranger.A young man of around 24,he was rather good looking,had jet black hair neatly combed and a nice hairstyle..He wore a black informal jacket over a cream shirt and jeans and had a muffler around his neck.


The stranger mumbled : ‘Hi! I am Satvik’.I was travelling and got stuck in the storm,this was the only house I got to see in the long way.Can you kindly provide me shelter for tonight or till the storm calms down?


Old lady(She): Young man,it’s not good to travel in such weather,many people have lost their lives,jawani ka josh!!!Uff…Aajkal ke bache…(Young blood!!!Today’s children…)


Come on in…


Satvik: Thank you amma.Can I call you amma?


She: (smile ran through her wrinkled face): Sure my dear…So where are you from and what were you doing travelling in such weather.Didn’t you listen to the news,its going to get worse..


Satvik: Had some urgent business trip nearby.I thought I will be able to make it in time but it got delayed and I got stuck.Anyways,its weird you stay in such a deserted place all alone.Aren’t you afraid?


She: ha ha ha(that laugh made a shiver run through Satvik’s body) It was a shriek,horrendous laugh …


The biggest fear for a human is another human.I like it here.I have been here since long.Very long.


Satvik: How long have you been here amma?


She: 250 years…and her eyes started glowing, a red light emanated from them and she laughed that horrendous laugh yet again….


Satvik(surroundings getting dizzy) (the horrendous laugh echoing)


He fainted :D