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They say the world is not a wish granting factory. They were correct.

His only wish was to dance. All he wanted to do was dance. He’d seen other children being praised for their dancing on television. They had fans! They had fame! And they did what they loved. Dance.

But here he was serving food to unknown people at a run-down hotel. His father couldn’t afford to grant his wishes. All wishes needed money. His father didn’t have much. His father had worked hard all his life to bring up his only son in the best possible manner but he couldn’t grant his sole wish. How cruel could destiny be?

He was going to take destiny in his own hands now. He would no longer cower down in fear and shame of letting go of his dreams. He’d do anything to fulfill his dream. Beg. Borrow. Or even kill. And kill he did. He killed his father’s pride. He killed his mother’s love. He killed his family’s name. He killed for money.

He had taken destiny in his own hands. But he didn’t know destiny had other plans in store. He’d live his dream. Only to be haunted by the dreams he’d killed.

The world, after all, is not a wish granting factory.

Graciously Yours!

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Once In A Lifetime Love

I don’t know whether such love is etched in my destiny or not but I hope this comes true for someone at least! And that they would then come and recount it to me so I can turn it into the romantic saga the world has never read before. 😉

A Shade Of Pen

This is a dedication post. It is not every day that people ask me to write something for them. So, when I received this, I knew my heart had gotten tremendously fat and I would LOVE LOVE LOVE writing this.

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This one is only for you precious princess ❤

I wandered alone for too long

Looking for love in the forlorn walks

I believed in long lasting love

And I knew it would one day come.

However, it seemed to take too long

I was getting anxious every morn

And suddenly, I met you

And everything was bright and new.

Your eyes were the shade

I so effortlessly loved.

Your smile made me quiver

As I craved to be the reason for it.

You looked at me the way

I have often read in books

That people smitten in love do.

How I wished that it wasn’t a dream

Because if…

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Completed — 100 happy days.

And that my friends is the end of my 100 happy days pledge!

 Lots of memories, lots of struggles to find something happy in the day, hurried flashes of camera, getting out of bed half asleep after having forgotten to post the day’s happy picture, and penning some beautiful pieces on days like this and this! Oh and this too!

Pursuing this taught me a very important lesson – Even on the worst days, there’s a possibility of joy! Earlier, only Kate Beckett spoke it, now experience does too.

 And I have not been alone in this 100 day journey! Without my family and friends to give me the much needed support, I wouldn’t have managed even a day!

Their lovely smiles, crazily optimistic spirits, penchant for unconditional love, a “Hi!” here, a “How are you?” there and sometimes just their being around was enough to make my day.

 

 

Dance like it is the last dance. Live like it is your last chance. After all, only cats get nine lives! A little craziness wouldn’t make you insane. Been there, done that! 😉 Unless, you think I am damaged beyond redemption, then you should steer away from the advice (AND THIS BLOG!) right away.

Technically, this may be the end of my 100 happy days, but I will carry forward this experience for the rest of forever.

Oops! I could continue typing away but this technically marks the end of my one hour break too and now it is time to get back to my live-in partner – my beloved books!

Psst – There have been days when I have skipped posting, but can we keep it to ourselves, please? A day or two can be forgiven and forgotten right? 😉

Psst again *very discreetly* – The other 99 days are posted on here!

Look UP!

The menacing social media subtly defined so.

I am not sharing this because I have been phubbed (phone snubbed, for the unaware ones like me) by my younger cousins, almost avoided getting hit by people who’re busy looking into their phones and walking down the already narrow and half dug up footpaths of Calcutta, have spent times with friends where we are busy updating statuses on FB, Twitter, Whatsapp about where we are, with whom, and having oh so much of fun instead of talking to the one who’s actually in front of you! Yes, all this and so much more has happened to me, but that’s not all. I am sure a lot worse might have happened to you. Maybe, we’ve done worse to others!

Close your laptops, phones, iPads, tablets right now. Just put it away. It can live without you for an hour or two. But can you?

A View From My Window

Fell in love with the picture and then the words…

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A View From My Window

On many levels, this is the writing process to me.
It’s bending over a keyboard, lost in your own little world, only to raise your head and see the marvelous things you’re missing.
It’s knowing you’d still choose to return to the places of your imagination even when confronted with such stormy beauty.
It’s a choice, every one of which carries its own rewards and regrets.
It’s knowing there’s an end to every struggle; a light at the end of every tunnel.
Unless it dead ends.
In which case, it wasn’t a tunnel at all. It was a cave.
So you find the safety of concealment, rather than light.
It’s all in how you look at it…

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How Not To …?

I’ve been meaning to write this for a really long time but something or the other delays it! Now, I can finally remove this from my drafts and put it on to the blog for all of you to savor.

One of those days when I was checking how good Google (India) is, I randomly typed “how not to” and I was awarded with such hilarious, disturbing and innovative questions that I just had to share it.

1. How not to get pregnant?

Okay, this one makes sense considering how desperately we’re trying to go for population control in India! Also points me towards how many nerve wrecked young girls there might be in my country presently. (But, shh! The countless Indians who, hailing from the land of Kamasutra, still believe sex to be a taboo might take offence!)

 

2. How not to make money?

Strange. Why would someone not want to make money? But then it dawns on me. Considering the Indian politicians make hundreds of crores a year through scams and scams only while flouting all sorts of laws of the land, they might be looking towards the Google magic to find more innovative and devious ways to loot the public!

 

3. How not to fall in love?.

Why! Oh why! Why would you not want to fall in love? Don’t go for the possessive, controlling, obsessed sort of love but what about the relaxing, serene, completing sort of love? Unless, they’re trying to find out ways to not fall in love with the numerous beautiful lasses who ‘rule’ Bollywood not based on their acting skills but based on their PR, make-up artist and stylist’s skills. Then it really is acceptable! Go ahead and give me some tips too. For The Guy Friend I have. He’s completely bonkers for a certain Katrina Kaif.

 

4. How not to be lazy?

I’ll tell you how. Get your lazy ass up from the chair, keep your phone aside and start doing your work! That’s how.

 

And here’s my question which I would like to ask Google.

How not to use Google?

What’s your How not to …?

Waiting!

 

Graciously Yours!

To the Woman Behind Me in Line at the Grocery Store

And that just re-instilled my faith in God!

My Patronus Is Coffee

Dear woman behind me in line at the grocery store,

You don’t know me. You have no clue what my life has been like since October 1, 2013. You have no clue that my family has gone through the wringer. You have no clue that we have faced unbelievable hardship. You have no clue we have been humiliated, humbled, destitute.
You have no clue I have cried more days than not; that I fight against bitterness taking control of my heart. You have no clue that my husband’s pride was shattered. You have no clue my kids have had the worries of an adult on their shoulders. You have no clue their innocence was snatched from them for no good reason. You know none of this.

What you do know is I tried to buy my kids some food and that the EBT machine was down so I couldn’t buy…

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And it soared away…

4:48 pm.

Deserve a break!

After drowning myself in two long hours of Indian Company Law, I sat by the bed, looking out into the dusk sky, which had emptied its hydrants just a while back. In the fag end of March. Rare and unusual but nevertheless a relief from the mild but humid heat. Sitting atop one of the buildings was one of the aerial residents of my neighboring airspace – the city eagle. I am not well versed in ornithology, and I am sure it isn’t an eagle, but yes, it reminds me of one, because of its brown hues, wing span and the way it flies around almost as if it was to swoop down on you. So for me – city eagle. Now, I know this one has a spouse, or whatever the bird terminology of spouse is. And there it was sitting alone, making bird noises. Like really loud, attention-grabbing bird noises. And I was wondering where the other one was! Not in sight! Not flying out to this one! Strange! They always fly together, sometimes at each other too. (Oh yeah, this deemed house arrest, thanks to my upcoming major exam, has led me to keep a close watch on everyone’s actions around me!)

Back to the cries. They seemed like cries to me! Did they have a fight? Was the other one angry? Had the thunderstorm and high speed winds injured the other one? This one wasn’t able to locate the other one? Had the other one left? Or was it just some new found game of theirs? I got up. Started looking out to see if there was even a hint of a brown speck swooping down from some corner of the sky. The crows seemed to be coming nearer to the eagle. Was it a sign of something ominous? Were they trying to comfort the bird? Had something happened?

My phone vibrated. “We cannot meet tomorrow, babe. Urgent work came up. Sorry! I’ll call you tonight.” Tell me something new, I thought. And that was the other one I had.

I looked up and I saw the bird preparing to take flight.

And it soared away…

Maybe, I’ll see them both together tomorrow. Maybe, someone will meet their other one tomorrow.

4:59 pm.

Break over.

Graciously Yours!

She over He.

There should never have been a battle in the first place.

Co-existence of men and women has been more like no existence for women. For years, women all over the world were, and are, being treated almost like a liability, fairly acknowledging that there were families who understood the meaning of the equal and opposite sex. If that weren’t the case, we wouldn’t have Enid Blyton, Louisa May Alcott, Amelia Earhart, Rani Lakshmibai and many others. But if I compare, our male compatriots have raced far ahead, since forever. The “STRONGER” RACE, they are after all. Oh yes, I say race because this is a bigger divide than any religion, caste, creed or colour.

He hits her. She accepts it. Either because she cannot leave her family in a lurch. Or she cannot leave him and go out in the world for fear of a worse fate awaiting her.

He expects her to take care of him and his family. She does. He never thanks her. Because he thinks it’s her duty to serve him. She wasn’t born to live for you.

He is waiting in line for a job. She is better. He gets the job. Why? Just like that.

He works hard. She works as hard. His pay cheque is heavier.

He looks at her greedily. She walks away thinking she must have done something wrong. Why? Because he says so.

He abuses her. She doesn’t. Not because she can’t, more so because she doesn’t want to fall to his standards.

Yes, he is stronger. But she is the one who lives in constant fear of crossing the wrong path. She is the one who sees her dreams getting quashed. She is the one who thinks sobbing through the night is easier than defying the men in her life. She is the one who has to see her girl child being killed. She is the one who has to bear the wrath of the child she bore. She is the one who has to bear the sting of words glorifying all that she cannot do or rather all that he wouldn’t let her do. She is the one who gets named whether she’s outgoing, introvert, shy, modern, intelligent, bossy, beautiful, or rather because she exists. She lives through it all.

But, he is the one who’s stronger.

And to what delightful use they put their strength! To hurt her, hit her, stop her, abuse her, rape her. And the men who abstain from pouncing on women? They stare. They share. They sympathize. They blame. But what do they do? They ask, what can we do?

In India, women’s empowerment is almost like the new fad, with corporates like Tata Tea doing a better job of portraying it through their advertisements than the descendant of Rajiv and Sonia Gandhi has been able to in the innumerable speeches he has made (the interview with Arnab Goswami being the key highlight of his highs and lows!) or the decade long term of the UPA Government has done. Pardon my naivety! The UPA Government had sanctioned a 1000 crore budget for the safety of women across the country in the year 2012-13. Mark my words. Sanctioned, not disbursed. Because, sadly, none out of the 1.2 billion people in India could come up with a plan good enough to be accorded funds out of the 1000 crore basket.

All day, each day, she strives to make a mark. To be better than she was yesterday. And someday we will coexist. Because he will realize that she would never treat him as badly as he treated her.