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

Zip it up!

I opened the google page and found this image once:

Yes it was the 132nd birthday of the inventor of zip Gideon Sundback’s.How important this small little invention is I wonder.It made its entry as a google page right.So I was just stipulating how non trivial this seemingly petty thing actually is.

Imagine a world without zips.he he he. What can be the alternatives huh? Buttons…Imagine buttoning it up instead of zipping it up! ;) :D Quite tedious a task it will be :D

We have zips in our pants,purses,bags,jackets.How would life be without zips?What great difference it will make.Until it wasn’t there we managed and did well right?We can design bags without zips,pants and purses without them.It is an invention which might be small but has made our lives much easier.

I wonder if there can be a zip which can bring together people,irrespective of their race,caste and religion.Oh,the philo me is trying to take over.Keeping it aside,on another thought,what strikes my mind is : the 1700-1800’s were filled with inventions.Whatever comforts we are enjoying today are the results of those inventions by our ancestors or forefathers,whether it was the bicyle,car,telephone,airplanes.Now we have become so busy in enjoying those comforts that the zeal of inventing seems to have had a setback.Whatever new inventions are there it’s in computers and we are doing remarkably well in medicines.But what about other such small inventions which though seem trivial will affect human life in great ways.We have become a sluggish,lazy race of people and are not utilizing our intriguing human minds to invent and discover the way our forefathers did.The C.V.Raman’s and Hargobind Khurana’s have stopped being manufactured now?No they aren’t but it just that they are not willing to go that extra mile and discopver their true potentials because we are living much comfortable life as compared to our ancestors owing to the flood of inventions and discoveries in a particular period.

So whenever you zip it up,remember that we also have the potential which can be known if we harness ourselves and discover ourselves .I know most of us would like to just enjoy life and its comforts and leave the task to the few crazy people out there(me too!). It’s such an addiction to let go after being brought up the way we have been.

I feel delighted now after spilling over my random and varying thoughts.Adios!

There is no sugar in my coffee

Dear GOD,


Thank you for blessing me with whatever I have today and most importantly life.You provided me with everything ,but you know what “You forgot to put sugar in my coffee(life)”.Hell yeah,you did,just double check and you will find how tasteless,bitter and sugarless my coffee has turned out to be.You may be omnipotent,omnisicient and omnipresent but you failed to be a good creator(chef) and a good manager despite these qualities.

Yes,I can very well say so while sipping this tasteless and sugarless coffee,and hey you know what I am not even having diabetes so please don’t say that you did it knowingly to save me.And yes,please save the so called lesson that I need to have the tasteless coffee to know how a tasty and sugary coffee tastes likes.As you can see,’I already know this’. I know the fact how a coffee without sugar tastes hence I complaint about my coffee missing the sugar.I think you are smart enough to understand that.

Often I will find myself bemused with situations as such.And then your disciples will start the chant of ‘Whatever happens it’s for good’.And then with the blessed mind of a mere human with no ‘superpowers’ we try to reason ourselves and finally convince ourselves that yes that was the best thing that could have happened though it may have been the worst of all.We use our only superpower ‘the human mind’ in trying to justify your existence and proving that whatever calamity may befall you will thwart it off our lives.And if we are still suffering then it’s for my own good.

Well I hereby declare my prudent belief about you,’”You are nothing but a manifestation of the human mind itself”.We pray to you but in doing so we are trying to make ourselves stronger to face our day to day and not so day to day problems.As a generous being we credit you for all the ‘good’ things that happen and thank you and ‘bad’ things are because of our previous ‘karmas’ of which I am not aware of nor will ever be able to acknowledge the same.So my dear imaginary friend thank you for the coffee without the sugar.

At least I have the coffee and I am still wondering why do I have it?The only thing I can do is sip it and enjoy. My coffee is not having any sugar,and I don’t like it that way.Now I am going to put some sugar on my own as I always do and you can enjoy yourself being an eternal invisible spectator who is rumored to be running a puppet show here.

The curious case of Indian Woman

We are living in a globalised world.India as a country is unique in itself because of the cultures and values which are impregnated in each individual since their birth.The way we perceive the world.That’s why each country,region and religion is different from the other.India being a multicultural country still manages to generate the tag of “Indian Woman” for every women who is born here whether she is hindu,muslim,sikh,christian.All are typical Indian women.We are different from the other women in the world.
So what are the essential requirements for being a typical Indian women.As far as I can conjure the list goes as this:
1)Being tolerant to high level of abuse (emotional and physical).
2)Should never form an opinion on her own about anything.She will always be “guided” or “explained” that this is not correct and you are misjudging and this is how “things work in India”.
3)She should be independent for the sake she can be married off well not because for the sake of being morally and ethically independent.Independence for her is just a mirage.A term which can never be fully materialized.
4)She lets herself be governed by her man who is her everything and she is nothing without him.She cannot exist or survive if a man isn’t with her and tagged her as his wife with acceptance from the society and family ofcourse.
5)She needs to put on mangalsutra and sindoor to send a message to all those predators out there,that I am married now.Though the Indian male doesn’t needs to flaunt his marital status in any manner.
6)She should give birth to essentially a boy who can carry ahead the name of the family and let herself go through a series of sex determination tests and abortions.Being a woman herself she should encourage female foeticide.
7)She should be completely household even if she is working 10 hours a day in some MNC and should wash everbody’s clothes ,clean their litter and prepare delicious sumptuous meals.If she can’t keep a balance between the two and fails to appease anyone in the house specially her inlaws then she isn’t brought up well.
8)She should at all times keep silent to whatever she is being said,right or wrong.If she opens her mouth or utters anything against anyone then she is ill mannered and she is rebellious and will be taught proper lesson by emotional or physical abuse.
9) She should always be draped from head to toe so that the weak morality Indian males don’t harm them in any manner and their ghar ki “izzat” is safe.The same men drool and fantasize over half naked women in Indian movies and when the women in their home wear anything even a “bit modern” being inspired from  the same movie then it’s a taboo.Such hypocrites they are.They will showcase them as “items” in movie and would “desire” none less than those girls in movies but if a girl really wears anything near to that she is tagged “slutty” and “moral less” and stared at and molested saying it’s her fault she wore something which tempted me.
Isn’t it high time enough that women come out of this Indian”ness” and be just women.Free and independent who can take their own decisions.Speak against injustice done to them.
But our Indian men want the Indian woman to remain an Indian woman.Is it their fear of what will happen if they won’t have control over them and they can’t dominate them anymore.Its a male driven society afterall.Are they cowards or coverts?When will Indian women get liberated from the “Indian-ness”?
@All Indian women: Feel free to add what other criteria’s deem fit for being an Indian woman.

Conditions apply

Everything has a price plus conditions applied. :D Many things which we find tempting, often or surely has a very small but almost invisible to careless eyes, a conditions applied tag.Friends,family,foe all have certain conditions applied and it’s hard to find an exception.Somebody rightly said there is no such thing as free lunch.As they say ” There is always a cost to the person or to society as a whole even though that cost may be hidden or distributed” .


Anybody who is there with you is there because you are fulfilling their interest in some or other manner knowingly or unknowingly.Well,that is a bitter and harsh truth to accept.Enough of lecture eh?

I used to be an avid believer of unconditional love and blah blah,living in a fantasy world of my own,in a glass shell which was soon broken,and for good. :D I was just thinking over what are the conditions I apply to my friends,family and foe to let them be a part of my life and be with them.

So the list goes as:

1) As Salman says “Being Human”. :P Its easier to be with anyone who believes and practices humanity at certain level compatible to mine. ;)

2) A good listener.Myself being the person I am,at times I will just start speaking and not stop only till I get exhausted enough. :D I can be a torture at times…Lioness knows better ;) he he he..You have always been a good listener sweety. :P

3) A good speaker.Many a times I just prefer being a listener and don’t want to say much but just listen.I can always give my opinion if asked for in between else you can just keep on saying :P I would love to hear.Lioness you have this quality too…You are an all rounder! ;) :P

4) Honesty is the best policy as they say.Whatever it is just say it good or bad but be honest.

5) Well for my foes: All smokers …yikesss… and people who try to act extra smart.

Right now this is what I can conjure with my diluted mind.I also know people for whom conditions applied has money,power,beauty included in the list and those people too are off my conditions applied.

Abusive relationships- an addiction?

Love is life.Love is everything and blah blah blah.But recently I have seen people living a hell and bearing physical and emotional abuse from the person they love.I wonder if the other person (the partner) also loves them the same way?




I have this very close friend of mine who fell into a relationship in Class 8.I know she didn’t even know what it’s all about when she got into it.Now its 12 years and she still cries daily and gets beaten up by her so called boyfriend/would be/love.Every other day she will come back with bruises on her body.Sometimes it will be all purple-black-blue,she will have to wear full sleeves in summer to hide them.But still she continues to be in the same relationship thinking that one day things will improve and is even going to marry that guy.I wonder if it’s her love or her addiction for the relationship which have been going on since so long that she is afraid of losing him?We argued and discussed over it many a times but she finds herself incapable of letting go of such a long relationship and is ready to bear the same abuse her whole life by marrying him.Is that really love?


Then I have this other friend who is verbally abused by her boyfriend,you look crap,you cheat on me,don’t talk to X/Y,just talk to me.Why often lovers want the other person to make them the center of their life and their whole life should revolve around them?Isn’t love is letting the other person be what they are and making them realize and fathom their hidden potentials.To let them just be and encourage them whenever they feel let down.Love isn’t dominating the other person but loving them for what they are.Still that friend she is suffering in that relationship.She never cheats on him but has to hear things like you don’t have a character only because she is friendly and talks nicely to everyone?She gave up all her friends and social life for the guy only to be abused more.


Love is blind but is it that blind?This isn’t love.There are so many things to say and so many more examples loitering in my mind but this ain’t going to help anyone.Until the person on the receiving end realizes that such a love is never worth the pain they are bearing.This isn’t love but perhaps and certainly just addiction.A fear and incapability of not letting go.


There are so many of us living such relationships and its really common but nobody talks about it,everbody keeps a mum just on the name of love.Ah Love! I don’t agree.

Heartbroken

She laid there on the floor lifeless,breathless,as morbid as the hard and cold tiles.The room was shrieking with eerie silence.Her tears washed the floor and her numb body felt one with it,she wanted to be as dead as the floor.When her eyes closed and tears dried,she didn’t know.She heard someone calling her….she tried to open her eyes and saw him.He came and shook her,but her body failed to react,she couldn’t move,couldn’t budge a bit.He didn’t give up.



He: It is our final goodbye and I won’t let you ruin it.


She: (in a shock and couldn’t speak)


He: Get up,you have a flight to catch.


She flew back but something was left behind or perhaps much.


All her hopes,dreams,desires crumpled down.Sand castles in air….gone with the wind.She tried to come back to reality.But an image haunted her continuously.His smiling face,oh she loved that smile.Flashbacks of the days they were together and happy tortured her,he is hugging her,carrying her around on his back,kissing her foot while she is reading.She wakes up in morning only to find empty bed.She again lost herself to past.Another morning of her life :she wakes up and looks at him,he is snoring and sleeping soundly,she smiles,gives him a kiss on cheek and tries to get up only to be pulled and cuddled,he loves morning cuddling.


She: Let me go.Its already 8.And you too get up.


He: (Looks into her eyes and hugs her even more tightly.)


She: We will get late,we have an appointment today…


He: ( Kissing all over her face and giving that wicked smile)


She: (Struggling to get up) Leave me,get up.


But she is silenced by his continuous kisses all over her.She gives up and secures herself in his arms and tries to sleep.


He: I Love You.


She: I know.I Love you too.Now let me sleep :D and she gave that naughty smile.


She again comes back to present.There is a mourning calmness all around.All the noises around seemed to be nonexistent, a part of different world.She is not a part of that world anymore.She doesn’t belongs here.She is living among strangers in a strange world.A world of her known but distant people,distant at miles in heart.