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Dancers In The Dark 2007-11-14 05:26:00 I gazed silently at those nimble pair of legs which moved in haste. A few steps forward, then a quick flip. A moment later, bending on the gravelly surface and writhing back and forth through a hoopla, without so much as to touch it. Pushing it aside the next moment, sprinting forward and taking a gravity defying somersault again. A young girl of the same age, fidgeted nearby, playing a small dhol tied to her neck and singing to the tunes of popular bollywood numbers. Another kid belonging to the same clan looked on, waiting for his turn next. I felt as if every single act of theirs, was smeared in a monotonous semblance. But then, it was their conditioning which blurred such an axiomatic display to a large extent. Helplessly I watched, however trying not to, at times. A sight as such made me dwell earnestly on the cruelties meted out to such pitiable young souls, clinging to a parallel world soaked in abject poverty and hopelessness. It was a difficult sight to construe. Disturbing Read more:Dancers
I am Smriti 2007-11-13 02:23:00 I am Smriti, remembrance, that’s what my name means, and that how I live these days, in the past. I came to Bangalore a few days back, I never wanted to leave my village, I loved our battered but cosy home, the generous mango tree in our backyard, the winding road that led to the village pond, the village school were Neeru (Neeraj my lil’ brother) and I used to study…When Ma* told me we were going to the city, I refused straightaway, Neeru also started crying, Ma said we didn’t have money and Hari kaka* had found a job for Baba in the city. I broke my gullock* and gave Ma the money I had saved for lac bangles and a pair of dolls I wanted to buy during the Shivratri Mela*. (Ohh! How colorful and lively the mela used to be? ) Ma hugged me lovingly and explained to me that the money wouldn’t even be enough for the train tickets. Neeru and I got excited at the mention of trains, we had never been on one before. We used to wake up to the whistle of the passenger train that passed
MaKe A cHaNge tHis DiwAli 2007-11-05 11:50:00 Diwali. The word in itself conjures up a phase of unhindered celebration. All the mirth and jamboree amidst this glowing festival of lights! A time when people criss cross all caste and religious borders and come together to mingle in such an euphoric fete. Money does play an important role and hence people seek the blessings of goddess Lakshmi. The lure of money takes precedence in most minds. Come to think of it. On such a festive occasion, getting a bonus is the norm at most workplaces. (For me a 'bonus' boils down to 'an extra amount' of pocket money). Accumulation of wealth does lead one to go on a spending spree. Nowadays, considering the level & amount of disposable incomes, buying on instinct is what matters rather than just the need to buy. Quite true. But before buying that pair of jeans or just another pair of shoes the next time you go shopping, stop for a while and ponder. Do you really require it? Would you really be happy or is it just a means to satiate your urg
A Fading Light! 2007-11-03 11:46:00 Diya, she was named! Diya which signifies light but ironically her fate made her the carriage of darkness for her family! Her mother loved her initially but couldn’t tell her, she wouldn’t have understood anyways. Then it was her father and grandma, who were expecting a male child. As if this wasn’t enough, fate played another joke, she was blind. With four more girls, her mother soon started hating her, cursing her and telling her that she was the cause of all the troubles, all this now, when she was able to understand! How much her mother wanted her to die, but she grew up, thin, lean, with a pale skin like withered leaves, rotting in the soil, with freckles all over, like a seventy year old, she grew up with the eternal wheel of time. Time flew…Her father was no more in a job, all what he did now was drinking and drinking endlessly. A mother with a burden of four girls and one blind girl, she thought of nothing but of ways to live, to survive. All the five girls were pu Read more:Fading
The Ring Of Life 2007-11-02 00:48:00 The lazy December Sun removed the black coverlet it slept under and as it yawned, the first rays of sunshine peeped into Firozabad and hesitated to announce the arrival of the day. It was a new day in the December of 1985. These were also the sunrays of hope for two families in Firozabad – Isha brought joy to Mr. And Mrs. Sinha, then childless for 11 years; Asha brought another bread earner to a five-member family of Bangle makers. And both began their journey towards their destiny… Isha started growing up with the entire household dancing attendance upon her at every instant. Asha was another burden on a family already struggling to make the ends meet. There was no food in the house on most days and not enough clothes for the baby. So, there she was – a hungry, naked baby – whose only purpose was to grow up and get to work. As a toddler, Isha disliked milk and would make every attempt to avoid that glass of milk every night. Soon she discovered a way that saved
The Power Of 'We' 2007-10-31 08:00:00 Not long ago, an experiment was conducted wherein thousands of people jumped at the same time. The impact generated, was measured through a seismograph. The human aggregate needed to know if they could cause a magnanimous entity like the Earth to wobble by the sheer power of numbers. Apparently, they tasted success and their united efforts resulted in tremors measurable by the seismograph.‘Writers Blend’ is an experiment too. An honest endeavour to rope in enterprising and diversified writers under one umbrella. Can we all, by the sheer power of our voices, cause an everlasting sonic boom in blogspace? Can we make a difference? Sure we can. Never should anyone underestimate the power of wordplay.A lot has been said about the power of the written word; If a well composed article makes its reader think and agitates his/her thoughts, then it’s a purpose well served. Capitalising on one’s deep thoughts and feelings is essential for penning a good write-up. This is precisely what we
The Cost Of Happiness 2007-11-17 10:51:00 May 2005, Scene - College Atrium near the Utilities Shop. Me and a group of friends killing time like you always do in colleges.What were we doing? Nothing specific, just chatting and sipping cola (or was it a juice?), in that usual hustle and bustle of college I happened to notice a small young girl of maybe 5-6 years of age covered in a bedsheet, perhaps one of the numerous children of the construction workers working at our college, scavenging the garbage bin of the Utilities shop for some eatable. Suddenly she was warded off rudely by the shopkeeper, terrified, she ran away. Ideally I wouldn't have bothered to do anything about it, it was all so normal to see, this happens everywhere. But that day I moved, I could sense that the child wished to have something nice to eat, my friends stopped and stared at me because I left the conversation in the middle. I went to the shop bought 4 rupees worth of eclairs, and ran after that child. The girl had reached the water cooler and was quen
Growing Early Or Lost Innocence? 2007-11-29 07:57:00 A cousin of mine was shocked when her elder daughter (studying in eight class) came to her and asked, “Mom, is it important to have a boyfriend, does that make one look more cool and wanted?” She was dumb and even after reflecting a lot on what kind of an answer this question should have, she preferred to remain silent. Not that she could not have made her daughter understand (maybe she even did later on) but what bothered her was how life has changed and how kids are no longer kids. Kids are no more kids. Ludos and dolls have been replaced with online games, gizmos and iPods. They are brand-conscious, aware of the latest trends, concerned about their looks and even love to party, and the lot is of an average age below 15. We may be bragging about the developments of our country, the latest technical innovations but somewhere aren’t we all guilty of taking childhood away from those grown up children? Where a few parents blame themselves, some put it on the age and fast life. Read more:Growing
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Rolled Down 2007-11-26 01:42:00 She startled me . I dropped my Mocha. That was the last thing I needed after a long day. I was furious and did not want to spare a single rupee for a smelly street urchin who had ruined my perfect coffee . She wasn't among the ones who give up easily. She persisted. I screamed at her . The loudest I ever had. I sat back in my car . Rolled up the window . She spat on the window. She had second thoughts about ruining a perfect Sunday and spending a day in a remote village teaching kids.Sure she had always wanted to do this . She found about ASHA a month ago.Now there she was . A hot day . She wished for rain , so that they would cancel the whole thing.But she knew it wouldn't. I had detailed and washed my car just the other day . I was furious.They were all of the 20 kids. Some of them bored .Some of them eager . Some of them just glad that they didn't have to work that day.She was struggling to think of a Hindi word for 'addition' .And then one of the kids asked her (in Hindi
Euthanasia 2007-12-03 22:12:00 When we think of this word, certain points emerge from our consideration. What spontaneously comes to my mind is 'Mercy killing'. Yeah, I'm for mercy killing. I somehow find these bunch of guys silly...the ones who are against euthanasia. I can't banish their perspective either but one thing's for sure...they'll have to accept the fact, eventually. People happen to be against Euthanasia, I don't know why. This comes out from my heart. It's true! Life is God's gift, we have no right to take it away but forget not, Euthanasia means 'Mercy killing', most likely the word 'killing' catches the eye and not 'mercy'.. I would have strongly been against it had people wanted to give up their lives because of family or monetary problems. This ain't for losers but for people suffering from incurable diseases. Imagine the pitiable state of a patient suffering everyday, every moment, crying in pain helplessly. He has no other option. He knows he's gonna die soon but then why being p
What's Love Got To Do With It? 2007-12-17 01:46:00 A New Year is around the corner and one of the first western festivals that we will be celebrating in the New Year (apart from New Year's Day itself) will be Valentine's Day. Now this has long been the eyesore for a multitude of Indians and they have been worried about immorality and the western concept of love infiltrating our culture. Of course, all Indian love stories are exempt from any compliance with morality (as defined today by the masses - dating included FYI) and are above and beyond all verification. Why don't we begin with the Mahabharata - the book most Indians will swear by:While on a hunting trip, King Dushyant of the Puru dynasty meets the hermit-girl Shakuntala. They fall in love with each other and, in the absence of her father, Shakuntala weds the king in a ceremony of 'Ghandharva', a form of marriage by mutual consent with mother Nature as the witness.Today, the concept of being in love and love marriage is looked down upon by our society as they cry fou
Soul On Sale 2007-12-10 11:30:00 "And He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done"Genesis 2:2He should not have. He created humans on the sixth day to have dominion over land and sea and all the creatures there shall be. He created us in His own image. Did he forget to fill our hearts with the same mercy and compassion?Today is World Human Rights Day. It is the day the Human Rights Charter was adopted by the United Nations. Have we ever wondered for whom? Certainly not for those mute birds and animals or immobile plants. Ironically and tragically enough, the Human Rights Charter has been adopted for humans.Civic laws may be different everywhere but how one human being should treat another universal principle. All the religions have the same fundamentals. We are the descendants of Rama, Krishna, Jesus, Guru Nanak, Mohammed, Buddha and Mahaveer. Yet, we need to be told how our fellows must be treated. They died telling us to respect our women. Yet, men beat their wives in inebriated condition, over
The Painted Veil 2007-12-21 11:36:00 In our part of the world marriage is considered 'the only' solution to your otherwise problematic existence. May be new problems make them forget the old ones. AND match making is one of the favorite hobbies of people here. A rich and well-settled (preferably abroad) husband…. also educated - depending upon their definition of 'an educated person'…. is considered an 'ideal' one. It doesn't matter whether our mr. perfect is a person of intellect or carries a soul inside….. yeah, after meeting so many conscienceless people I have come to believe that body and soul can exist without each other.He might be 'an ideal husband' for a girl whose thoughts begin with patiala shalwar (with very short shirt) and end at the stories published in local women digests - whose life revolves around latest romantic Indian flicks and saas bahu soaps.But for a girl who thinks there is more to life than eating out and getting dressed all the time, who believes that relationships are not a Read more:Painted
No title 2008-03-08 00:17:00 Feminist | Resurrection. ReverberationI am the voice of a woman,The vital race for existence of human. Behind the success of every man,Lies my presence as a talisman! I am born as a daughter,Mostly caressed, like the clay by a potter,Sometimes the victim of a man slaughter,Life of a woman is an opera of falters!I adolesce into a wanted dame,Become an arm candy for all his fame, Words of wisdom sound all lame, The time was now to put my horses to tame! I groom into a caring wife, Give up everything to acclimatise with his life, Lived by orders at the edge of a knife, The glamors of a fairytale is no more rife!I pregnate into the life of a mother,Lactate my newborn genes to grow further,The fairytale endings are here to smother, Flair of effeminism is now trivial to bother!I now senesce my
Prejudiced 2008-03-07 23:48:00 "...the rivulet was singing a melancholy,the sky was spotless but for a flock of gulls striking a line on its easel,the trees being caressed by the wind as the leaves frolicked on their twigs.She didn't care.She once cared though.She looked at her reflection-her eyes filled with prejudice,asking a thousand questions ."Why did I do that?He is my father and he spent his whole life making my dreams come true.Just a simple "Yes" and I would have made him happy.""All that he wanted me to do is to marry Ravi.I can spend a life with a stranger.I will surely like him.Pa gave so many sacrifices and I just have to give one.I will do it.I will marry him."And she stood up.Walking slowly ,she tried something that she never had done.She tried forcing the gratitudes over her dreams,she let her father's
The Ultimate Greed 2008-03-07 11:24:00 To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”Her saree well draped,The flow of fire, liquid.Her delicate anklets tinkling,The burning feet.To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”The tongue of fire,Her lush dark hair;The jasmine fragrance fading;The overpowering reek.To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”Her lovely face, melting,Her teary eyes, sparkling.Her gasps for breath, heaving,Her cries for relief.To and fro, To and fro, her fingers go, round the candle’s wick.“This is fun.” she thinks, “Ohh! What a trick!”Women, both of them,The killer Read more:Ultimate
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For Dad! 2008-03-06 07:48:00 You must be wondering why I am writing to you now? You must be wondering why I haven’t remembered you for more than a minute in all these years, why I haven’t dreamt of you, why I haven’t shed a single tear after you were gone… The answer is simple-and it is ‘Mom’! When you passed away, though little I was but my ears heard everything they said. They said…what she will do…a mother of three small children! They said…how she will survive…with three small children! They said…how she will work; she has no job at this time! They said…what will happen to them...within poverty and its stinging bite! They said…who will provide for them…a poor lady and her three small children! They said…a young lady…it’s so tough to do without her man…and they said many more
Now Your Woman...Now A Witch 2008-03-06 03:53:00 ‘She’s the daughter, mother, sister, the wife…’ they say And isn’t she an erring human, too, pray? As long as she’s sweet she’s a princess beyond compare When reality gets her good side she’s but an ugly bear ‘Beware of women’ they say And what brings all the bitter hurt, the hateful dismay? The invisibility of love, practicality, or a voice as high as yours? ‘Equality’ they talk of, and offer warnings & barbs for cures! ‘All heart and no brain’ they say And what’s not right in their childlike way? Wrong to feel when everyone thinks? To gaze aimlessly when the world’s short on time for blinks?‘They’re only fooling around’ they say And what’s wrong with harmless play? Without a care you glance and flirt around… But their Read more:Witch
An Endearing Incident 2008-02-29 07:58:00 These days I’ve been traveling a lot, literally living out of my backpack on weekends, and as the McD ad goes ‘I’m lovin’ it’. In the process I meet a lot of people, strangers to begin with but after a trip or trek they no longer remain strangers. What amazes me is the camaraderie and the rapport you sometimes develop with people in so short a span whereas in some cases even a lifetime is not enough.So, I headed towards Mahabs (Mahabalipuram aka Mamallapuram) stealing time out of my weekend trip to Chennai. Mahabs a port city during the reign of Pallavas and it is also believed that it served as a school for young sculptors. There must be some veracity in that belief; Huge reliefs, beautifully carved sculptures, monolithic rathas and majestic temples are strewn across the small t Read more:Incident
Love Actually 2008-02-28 08:20:00 Is it too late to write about love? 28th Feb. Time to move on. As The Valentine Month comes to a chocking end, let us see what love has in store for us? The laws of the universe (and Yash Chopra) dictate that there is one soulmate for everyone. Someone, somewhere is made for you. And there starts the chaos. A simple look at the male:female sex ratio, and the magic gets lost in the logic! Here to look at the interlock and de-code the ultimate Yash Chopra code (which coincidently made him a millionaire, not a bad myth haan!?!) Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy. Aha, wait! Not so simple. Start attaching live variables to this simple axiom, and you know the real magic behind the scenes... Re-examined: Boy A loves Girl A. Girl A loves Boy B. Boy B loves Girl C. Girl C loves Boy D. and so o Read more:Actually
Distractions 2008-02-26 14:45:00 Partying. Drinking. Dancing. Flirting. That’s how it goes, right? That’s how we distract ourselves when love hurts or when love’s lost.Loneliness. Anti-Social. Depression. Swollen Eyes. Regret. Sympathy—that’s the other side of the picture.Sleek black dress, dark crowded room, club lights, loud music and men. A woman would do a lot to get away from the person who holds her heart. In the arms of another man, she smiles… she dances. She pretends that she does not care, that life is all good and she is having fun.She dances until she is breathless. She dances until she realizes it's not working.Who is she kidding?It's a dangerous thing to fall in love, you know. It's a one way road with one hidden dead end. There are no exits and there are no U-turns. You are on it and that’s ju Read more:Distractions
No title 2008-02-20 12:40:00 "I met him this Valentine.I remember:-...they feasted on his humiliation as he watched her walk away.It was a proposal , a fair proposal and she refused .They laughed and forsaken he cried inside.The carcass of his love laid still somewhere inside his heart as he tried dragging it to some corner where he could watch it rot and decompose.That would give him a scar, never to forget and ignore,that would help him stop repeating the mistake.The flowers were silent,there cries smothered by the indecent clamoring.The stare to the sky, eyes cold as stone.There were pleads but also complaints in those eyes.He felt as if the sun would burn him to ashes,a strange burning sensation he felt clinging to his cheek and ears.The breathes turned shorter and the heart-beats sounded like thumps from some di
In Love? 2008-02-19 22:35:00 March 2, 1892Dear Diary,Today I fell in love.These words compelled me to pick up this small gold-rimmed book from one of the shelves while roaming around in Borders the other day. But, these words were also the reason for me to put it down on the shelf after two seconds.I wonder if we really know when we fall in love. How can the writer or the character be so sure of the exact time and date when she fell in love? Is it so easy to describe the most complex feeling one has in just two short words? You can't just get up one day and decide that you are in love or you are going to be in love. It just doesn’t work that way.This is the biggest dilemma of the young adults of our age. We so badly want to associate with someone that we usually force ourselves to either fall in love with someone or
ThankU for the roses! They were very pretty. 2008-02-17 05:50:00 All of that started almost a year earlier. We had been in the same college. I was two years senior to her. Even though we were exchanging text messages for almost a month then, that was the first time I called her on her cell phone. “Hi, when is your birthday?” I asked her. “I was just updating my contact book.” “Oh, my birthday was just a few days back, you are late.” She replied coyly. “Won’t you will have a birthday next year,” I persisted. So she told me her birth date and I hung the phone. A lot of things had happened between us in the next eleven months. The first seven months were great but the last four months were like hell for me. We had not talked even once during those four months of our estranged relationship. But I still believed, after all its not whet
Valentines Day 2008-02-17 01:55:00 Oh… Its valentines day. Happy valentines day… I cheered my neighbour friend next door. All dressed in Red, instructed all at home to dress in red, I stepped out beaming with pride looking around if anybody else is in red attire – atleast some shades of red somewhere visible on people – only to find out it’s there only on the company badge tag on few while others did dress to kill. Never mind. I thought. As the day unfolded, I got to know what others are doing for Valentines
Day. A couple who are married for quite some time took out time from the hectic schedule to meet up for lunch. Even that came as a surprise to the husband when wife promptly lands at office just 2 minutes before the lunch time and tells him, “hey, lets go out for lunch. I’m here to pick you up”. Read more:Valentines Day
Valentines Day: The Things We Do 2008-02-14 16:25:00 My dear readers,Unlike everyone else, today I would like to present to you the most celebrated day in an entirely different context.Love, when sprinkled with some humor is the best treat.Tell you what… these quotes are real life incidents… a life that I am a part of, that is. Some of these incidents are the you-have-to-be-there moments, nevertheless, they are bound to bring a smile on your face.“I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.”-Chris, on analyzing Valentine’s DayAlyson: What are you guys doing for your residents at Valentines
?Rob: I suppose I am going to give them some candy with heart-shaped cardsAdhira: and condoms!They will need it Read more:Valentines Day
As Perennial As The Grass 2008-02-14 02:39:00 As I walked through the forest of life in search of the perfect flower, the first flower that I chanced upon was the rose. It was exquisite and elegant. It was rich and charismatic. It was delicate and charming. It was not meant for the ordinary. It was made for someone special. This is the flower I had been looking for all my life! My heart soared to great heights. What more could someone ask for. It could not get more perfect than this. It was my first love.Day and night, I wove dreams of togetherness with this love. The thought that I would possess it forever made me so happy, I thought I was becoming insane. My search had come to an end.As I moved closer to it, the rose eluded me. I eventually realized that the rose was not made for me. What a disappointment it was. How would I live
Laws Of Attraction, did they say? 2008-02-13 07:37:00 Well, there are none. And I'm not adding an 'I think' or 'according to me' because that's just the way it is. And not all things need surveys and analyzes to prove them. At least this one doesn't. Feel like arguing? Ask yourself. Today, someone makes you feel nothing. The next day, you feel you're nothing without them. And he/she isn't the super hottie or the perfect person you always dreamt of, and still so much better than that. Whether for a few months or years, or even mere moments. Its just the 'connection', and if you thought you could attribute it to similarities in interests or philosophies, you are wrong... in most cases, your subject of admiration and adoration thinks very differently from you in every way, perhaps.Seduction, courting, impressing, splurging... they don't really w Read more:Attraction
Love...all around!!! 2008-02-12 12:39:00 Kya yaar !!! Every time someone asks someone to write about love then all that someone gets is words full of pain,desperation,rejection dejection,complication,suffocation and yes (How can I miss that word !) frustration.Love is not that bad ,is it?Ok."...I.G.Park(Bhubaneswar) or Indira Gandhi park named after Indira Gandhi (of-course !).Its a green park (Idiot ! Parks are always green !)...Ok.Its a good park (Better !) and its said that Indira Gandhi gave her last speech right here.Enough with the history.Lets quickly move on to Sociology part.Now you won't be surprised at all if I say that over the years this park has slowly metamorphosed into a sprawling nestling of some sort for the love-birds(educated college going love-birds !).And over the years the number of Uncle-Aunty-Chunnu-Mun
I Surrender 2008-02-11 11:20:00 I give up. After struggling with sleep for two hours or so, I can’t fight anymore. I don’t want to even try to sleep now.I give up.Just take me, because I give up.You win, I lose.I am guilty. Punish me.I am guilty of loving you. I am guilty of fighting it. I am guilty of suppressing.I miss you... terribly.Words ache, fingers tremble and my mind is flustered. Please put some sense into me. I keep on falling for the glitters in search of the gold. No matter how much I deny it, the truth is that you are the gold. This gold is right in front of me yet it is so far away. I can feel it; I cannot touch it. I can hold it; I cannot embrace it.I love it.… and I don’t want to fight it anymore.I give up. Please take my hand and take me to the land far away…. to the place you love, to the tim Read more:Surrender
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