When you find the one thing, that binds you yet frees you, defines you but doesn’t overshadow you, loves you and teaches you to love, you never let it go!
I was pinging my friend on Whatsapp when I got a call from my aunt. On the other end was my eight year old cousin.
And then I faced my most embarrassing moment in the short term duration of things!
In one of those blink-and-you-miss breaks which I take these days in between my house arrest cum studies, a thought streaked across! The dare to bare.
I am sharing a few weird, funny, absurd and so darn true facts about me.
— My index fingers are not straight. There. I admit it. If I point towards you, it’s not a straight finger that you’re looking at. You can definitely see the curve!
— I am in pursuit of reducing my carbon footprint of late and hence I am saving water (and also my time) by taking a bath every alternate day. Do not judge me. Plus, I am saving something for our future generations! So. Congratulate me! Haha!
— I do not share the world’s passion for 1D, Miley Cyrus, Lady Gaga, Justin Beiber and the entire lot! Neither have I figured out yet how Kim Kardashian landed up on the Vogue cover.
— Selfies are not my cuppa tea. I like to be seen from the other person’s eyes. If I want to see myself, I have a mirror in my room. Selfies all over social networking sites kind of finish the actual use of it, I think. If ever there was one, that is.
People, your turn now! I am sure your secrets aren’t half as bad as the ones I just gave you!
And that just re-instilled my faith in God!
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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A minute was all it took and my world crashed.
There was darkness all around.
I was scraping the marbled walls.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
My hopes were now pinned on God.
The people around me spoke of help, just spoke.
Light flitted in through the darkness,
Golden glows showed through the dust,
It was then that you found me.
Lying in ruins, tears spiking through my heart,
A smile on my face, to show to the ones who just spoke.
You saw me through my eyes.
It wasn’t my smile but my heart that you believed.
My God had sent me my hope.
I knew that moment on I wasn’t alone.
You helped me stand.
Toughened my resolve.
Grabbed me if I thought I would fall.
You led me on, subtly letting me carve my way.
I have now managed to locate my first step.
The first in many!
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“Question with boldness even the existence of God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear.”
Do you think there’s a God? If you do, like most of us, then :
Why does unwavering faith become blind faith? Why does hope become sticking to tarot cards and crystal balls? Why does our love for life turn into fear of death? Why do we believe more in stone idols and less in our very own souls? Why do we choose to hide behind religion to explain all the unexplained cultures of our society? Why do we instill fear in the name of God? Why?
Accord Him with the homage of reason; not of blindfolded fear.
Do you think there’s a God? If you don’t, then :
Who do you think created gravity?
Innumerable people I meet,
Yet I can never stop thinking about you,
Innumerable words I speak,
Yet I can never get tired of wanting to listen to you.
You were the one,
Who loved me for what I was.
You were the one,
Who made me realize what I could be.
I always thought we would be together,
For the sake of not me, not you, but for the promises we’d made,
In life or in death to be together,
And in sickness and health.
Love had led me to you,
God had I thanked with all my heart,
Death is what took away you,
All I have is my life crumbled around.
The shining stars beckon me,
The massive seas allure me,
All I need to do is stop one single breath,
But then the last whiff of you would be gone too!
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.
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.
“There will be happy times. Sad times too. Times when she’ll be angry. Times when she’ll be fun. Times when you’ll know, she’s the one!
She may not hear you always, but she loves listening to you. She sometimes doesn’t stop talking, and at times she has nothing to say to you.
Every time you see her smile, promise yourself you’ll never let it fade. No matter how bad matters get, if you are with her, goodbye she’ll never bade.
She can very well carry on her life without you, but she still chooses to keep you in hers. Shower her with love and care, a word of affection here and there, and you’ll see her be forever yours.”
To those who’ve found the one, don’t let her go!