The Valiant Princess !

                                

I woke up today hoping it would be just another lousy Sunday. Then the show, "Satyameva Jayate" happened. I've been waiting for some inspiration to write something meaningful. I finally found it.
            

There are many women in this country who are victims of sexual harassment everyday and are threatened to death, if they ever come forward with their story. I see college guys, who consider themselves to be studs if they hang out with two or three women. I have seen middle aged men who still stare obscenely. I have seen old men still plunging out evil. Not just psychopath strangers, even men among some families talk cheap and heinous things to girls who are half their age. There are men who forget the woman's age and pull them to bed when drunk. When a 94 year old woman can be raped, a 5 year old tiny tot being raped isn't big news either.

In the name of religion, some people have visions and they prohibit their son from hanging out with a girl because "GOD" came in a dream and told them that this girl is "Evil, like a snake." Another religion believes in killing the girl child and offering her as a sacrifice to "GOD." Few parents walk upto every church, temple and mosque. They pray and offer everything at hand, because "GOD" will bless them with a boy  instead of a girl. Even "GOD" isn't spared in this terrible world. Sad, isn't it ?

Today I consider myself unfortunate for being a part of this world, where monsters like you rapists were ever given oxygen. How easy it must have been for you, while running your awry fingers and committing a heinous crime.

When a girl smiles at you, you start building a castle. When she hugs you, you start imagining to sleep with her in that castle. When she refuses to give into your wants, you rape her in that very own castle. Then suppress her cries inside the walls stained with her blood. And you walk with your head in pride. Your crime will remain unnoticed. You will remain unpunished.

A woman is sane in her ways and would never have thoughts of harming you, unless you come onto her. She is a born princess. She dresses up only for herself, but not for you to howl like a wolf on seeing her. She smiles at you, only because she is polite. She hugs you only to tell yo that you are a dear friend. She will love because she thinks you are worthy enough. She will live with you till the last minute even when she knows you are a beast. If she ever walked away from you, it is only because she cannot keep you happy. Be grateful that she let you off the hook instead of pouring acid on her face or burning her alive.

Use your ROTTEN brains. Be a huMAN. Use your guts to save HER, but DO NOT use it ON HER. Look into her eyes, not at her CHEST. Love her, not her BODY. Live but do not KILL. Applaud for her but do not ABUSE her. Comfort her but DO NOT RAPE her. Treat her like a VALIANT PRINCESS. 

Here's to those crappy bus rides.

India is a vastly populated country. Repeat after me. India is such a ridiculously populated country. I did not even imagine for a second back in school, that this statement would really make-me-want-to-pull-my-hair-out and for the love of Christ, yell for mercy. Strange, how certain things come to bite you back in the   , well I wouldn't want to complete that inappropriate sentence.

I take the bus to reach my office which is located in the outskirts of the city. *sigh* Everyday, standing right in the middle of the bus, among the sweaty crowd, I have an epiphany and then, my office suddenly turns into this Disneyland with my boss holding the lil' fairy wand. Ugh. NO. *brain falls out of its socket* *needs psych help* *faints*

So, here's my take on the experiences you will definitely have if you ever travel by an RTC bus.

1. Creepy and grave men.
Why, oh why ?! Why do some men act so nymphomaniacal ? Calm down, seriously. I swear they resemble  Jessica Rabbit with her eyes popping out. I feel I really need to wear the sign KEEP YOUR BUSINESS IN YOUR PANTS OR YOUR LEGS ARE COMING OFF FOREVER !

2. Frenzy women.
To add to the misery, there are always some deranged women in the buses who do such scatty things to get a place in the bus. Like some roguish men aren't enough to creep you out already ! Firstly, they throw their belongings through the window to hold a place in the bus. What all do they throw in you ask ?

A handkerchief.
A bag.
Bottles.
Pashminas.
Vile of them all, their kids too.

Also they run if they spot an empty place. So fast. I swear they will give all the athelets a run for their money. Don't underestimate the power of a comman woman I say !

3. Conductor.
I hardly had any nightmares with women conductors so I might come across as a feminist here. So, the conductor, he is the man all guys look upto. *Jai Ho* *SLOW-CLAP*
If the bus is crowded, this guy will have the time of his life. Squeeze into the crowd, push all the women, nudge half of them for tickets. Sounds fun right? Okay, I want to use the Gangsta accent here, HELLS NO!

4. Driver.
I shall reveal the oath he takes every morning. I shall be rude. I will expect you to jump off a running bus with ease and board it back with finesse. I will drive like I don't give a darn to a rat's back. I will yell my lungs out if you ask me to stop at your convenience. I will keep chewing sickening red crap all day and scare the pants off people who look at my teeth directly.

5. Brakes.
 Oh ! The horror. I remember this particular incident where I was standing in the bus and I had to take a call. While I was busy on the phone, the driver being the darling like always, hit the brake so hard that I fell into a woman's lap. And there was laughter. *covers face and turns red*

So, if you're traveling in an RTC bus, make sure you wear super strong boots to hold your weight or you can always glue yourself to the bus.
 

That's it people. You've been warned, so be careful with the maniacs out there. *takes a bow*

A Fresh Start !

“No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one!” ― C. JoyBell C.

Another year is coming to an end. This year went swooshing by, as though every moment had something  more important to do. Some of us might be feeling helpless and overwhelmed by the end, while some would be exhilarated to welcome the new beginning. Sadly, for some, it might be just another day. Sometimes I wonder, is New Years really that important? or, do we augment it's importance in the desperate need of finding a cause to celebrate life ?

What does New Years say to us ? Resolutions, scrapping old furniture, new clothes, new friends, new work place, most of all, a fresh START. So, does this fresh start come so effortlessly to us  ? Is it that easy to let it all go and never look back ? Well, we all would have disparate answers to such questions. It has never been a cakewalk to anyone, but it all comes to down to one thing at the end, did you SURVIVE?

How do we acquire this much needed beginning ? Do you wait for all of it to fall in place ? Do you commit to your today and not worry for the future ? Do you refrain from breaking down ? Sometimes yes ! Sometimes no ! Also, like they say, leave it onto time. Time heals, time tells, time reveals. Those are clichés, you might say. Only such clichés keep life going and most of them are believed to be true.

The most alluring part about New Year would be about pulling yourself together for a new start and holding onto life with a grappling hook, no matter how painful it has been to deal with things that have gone off the rails in your dreadful past. It all comes to light when you experience an epiphany, don't you think so?

Let's raise the bar with the coming year. Love a little more, hold on a little longer. Few tears, few smiles. Something painful, something beautiful. A dark room, a ray of hope. A broken relationship, a new shoulder to lean on. You fall, you stand up. You fail, you win. Fading dusk, shimmering dawn. Pensive you, Intrepid you. Love, hate. An exuberant journey awaits you.

The Idiot Box !

               
Remember the times when you walk into your house and find all the ladies of the house glued to the television? It's like our mothers don't exist in this world anymore and until its midnight, they refuse to depart from the screen. *Statutory Warning: DO NOT WAKE THE MOTHERS WHILE WATCHING TELEVISION.*

Seriously, what's the deal with you guys? Why this kolaveri di for us I ask ?!

TV stars are earning big bucks these days with the rising value of the industry. Who increases the TRP for all their shows and furnish their apartments by the beachside ? Our susceptible MOTHERS ! Oh ! What an overweening moment !

I tried to understand the (black)magic of this tiny world, which left me perplexed. So, here are my pearls of wisdom.

The saas-bahu edge-of-the-seat drama!
Have you ever experienced something so bad that tears open all the neurons in your head ? If you haven't, then all the daily soaps are here to dwell you in the psychotic drama. Also, they charge you for the cable ! Hey, don't blame them, it is an art to make people throw up incessantly ! Oh ! The saas and bahu rewind-and-repeat-sequence of the slaps with the nerve-wracking background score, the extra marital affairs and their debauched lives. Lord, save us !

The walking dead !
Do I need to explain this ? No, I'm not talking about vampires and zombies. As eerie as it sounds for us unconventional ones, the uncanny daily soap guys find this very silly. Hello ! Stop judging, their dead ones emerge effortlessly from the graves and this stunt requires no thunderstorms or witches. Sometimes, they even get an insane plastic surgery done with no signs of PTSD. Yes, they are that nonchalant. I told ya, they're not from this planet.

The blessed ones !
All the daily soap ladies have an astounding gift. And what is that ? They can wake up from sleep, cook, play politics, stab each others back but ! Not a strand of their hair will get messed up, their lip gloss never dries out, they wear expensive jewellery even while cooking(they never get robbed too) and their sarees never get crumbled even while getting straight out of bed. WOW ! I'm seriously feeling insecure and covetous. o.0

The reality shows !
I'll just say one thing about this, all ogres at one place, left open to pry on each other. So, I'll leave it you for
the imagination.

Before I wrap it up, a lil' something for all the CID fans because CID is always LEGEN-wait for daya to bang open the door-DARY :D

SMART-phone is the new SEXY !

Gone are those times when you had to wait till dawn and walk to the telephone booth, stand in long queues to make a phone call. From the time of birds carrying messages to the time of twitter, we have come a long way. I mean, how cool is that ? Parents are literally dragging their kids to school. Nah! Not because they do not want to be at school, they just want parents to authorize for the phone to tag along.

Let's look at the magic beans smartphones have spilled in our life !

A smartphone makes your mother and father more smart ! Oh, the horror !
Do you remember those days when parents never even knew how to text and now, they're all over social networks ! How many of us flip out at their add requests, change display pictures and lock your phones ?
The last thing I want is for my mother to subscribe to my updates. Hell NO !

A smartphone saves you from SWAG, YOLO crap ! Voila !
We know, you want to walk in to a crowd looking all cool and bursting with attitude. Stop right there. Please save us all from the glittery crap smeared all over your body and grab a smartphone already ! Hey that ryhmed ! Anyway, using words like SWAG, YOLO, CRAY-CRAY, MERKED and other nonsensical words is NOT COOL. What's cool ? Your smartphone !

A smartphone will want to you to get hooked to anything that owns a DSLR !
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Which picture is more sexy on my FACEBOOK wall ! Like I read somewhere, insert rich brat name* photography. Everywhere! Argh ! People, leave it for the professional photographers to have that entitlement. Why do you social birds have to poke your nose in everything ?Every girl finds a photographer hot these ays. Ugh !  Making memories ? I cannot fathom that anymore.

A smartphone can rip of any relationship to pieces and shove the ashes in your face !
One simple statement to justify to this, the "last seen at" feature of whatsapp. I actually knew a couple who called it off because of this madness. If whatsapp is already ruining lives, Facebook, twitter and all other birds had to eat away the last piece of cake too.

I have ranted enough. I'll shut up now, so all you social birdies out there, have a SEXY day ;)

In her Memories !

Over the years, I built an illusion for myself. A figment of an imaginary world, where I had this mirage of her being alive there. I could feel her presence, I could see her smile, which dazzles me like always. Sure, it is just a fallacy of my life. But this apparition made me happy. I wanted to just close my eyes and stay there forever, because if I woke up, she vanished. I do not know if this sounds eerie to normal people, but this illusion has now become a part of my life, which keeps me alive.

I tried in numerous ways to relinquish my life. The desire of not wanting to wake up to another day without her was so desolating, but yet again fate didn't let me have my will. I always found it preposterous when people embraced suicide over living a challenging life. Cowards, I thought. Ironically, I now feel, giving up my life is a far kinder alternative than to die every day without the presence of your treasured one. I do know that, in the course of life, people come and go. But she wasn't a part of the ordinary bunch for me. She was an archangel who walked into the darkness of my life. Every man who ever loved a woman would say the same, but not every man is unfortunate to watch his precious one evanescence to another world leaving behind a shattered heart. I know nothing about moving on in life and I chose not to ever know about it. I often get perplexed, when people preach me about the same. I really wonder, how can you learn to ignore a part of your life and pretend it never existed ?

While I was lost, exasperating on the doom of my life, sitting at my front porch, the vehicles by the road brought me back to reality with their loud noises. It was then, I began to recollect how it all happened. I was returning back home, excited and anxious. Seated in my cab, I was envisaging on how I should be responding when she tells me the much awaited news with glittering eyes. I was so elated because we were trying to have a baby for sometime now. Recently, when my precious felt sick, we both anticipated that it was finally happening and we got some tests done in that regard. The reports were due that day.

My cab halted at the gate. I didn't find her running to me and embracing me, like she does every time. I started to realize that something went wrong. As I walked further towards the house, I noticed her seated at the porch, with a traumatic look on her face. Seeing me arrive, she stood up on her staggering feet and fell on my shoulder. She wept, I do not remember for how long she did that. When I asked her the reason, she placed a file, with the hospital's name on it. I opened it and tried to understand the situation, but there were many terms on it, which were totally unfamiliar to me. She noticed the confusion on my face. She took my face into her hands and said, "Honey, they say I'm dying. Doctor sat me down today and explained me about my condition. She said I'm suffering from cervical cancer and that I've reached the chronic stage." And she broke down again. I screamed saying that this was all not true and there must have been a mistake. Everything around me went blur and my world came crashing down to me. Like a man who's world has been ripped apart, I felt my life going out of my hands.

I took her to every hospital, begged every doctor to do some magic and cure her. I knelt down in front of my Lord and wept.I burnt many candles. I spent every penny I ever earned. I always put on a braveface infront of her, but every inch of me was getting wrecked inside. She got worse with each passing day. It was killing me to watch her in pain while they were piercing needles into her fragile body. Despite the pain, she smiled telling me she would return home soon and make me my favorite sphagetti with her hands. How dearly she loved me ! Days passed with me struggling with my trips to the hospital, just to watch her fight with her life, like a hero. Before I could forfeit my fate, she was gone.

My life never got back on the wheels after that day. Even today, all my folks advice me to get medical help. I feel pity for them when they call my love for her a disease. Yes, may be it is and I never want to be cured from it. I wait everyday for her to come and take me away, wherever she is. May be it wont happen anytime soon but I'm sure I will reach her one day. Until then, I will live in her memories.

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This is the story of every man who lost his love. A man, may not be intense and deep like a woman, but when he truly loves, there can never be an uncertainity in it. I wrote this article, as a tribute to all the fighters out there. All I ask everyone reading this article is, please take some time off your busy life. Shut down the social media for a while and visit a cancer hospital. Help the true warriors out there. Motivate them. Love them. Spread some light in their fading lives. Make them feel beautiful again. Remember them in your prayers always. Also, educate yourself and your folks about the various causes of cancer. Like it is said, prevention is better than cure, isn't it ? So let's not lose more precious ones. Hold your beloved today and tell them, Hey, I Love you and I'm glad to have you in my life. God Bless !

H.U.M.A.N.I.T.Y

Okay so what's up with the world these days ? I'm unable to figure out if it is just me or things have been pretty bad around us for long now ! I get petrified walking through the streets these days. I'm beginning to wonder if humans these days are being born without a heart in that bony cage. For once, writing a title for my blog made me feel, no matter how hard you scream out about it, it will never be heard ! But then, I realized, Hey ! my Lord didn't place me on this planet without the so-called "HEART". So, here I am, blurting out words, about the most debated, yet ignored topic in this world-HUMANITY.

This topic didn't just come out of boredom or a need to kill time. It came out of my encounters with some devastating sights in the recent times. If people consider me as a fool, trying to be an activist screaming in the megaphone for justice, I'll say, Hell yeah ! I am an activist ! For humans ! Their rights ! I'm not trying to be a God Mother for the needy here. But dude ? How can you just walk past a beggar dying by the side of the road or slap your own child while getting drunk like a loser ?

I wanted to raise my voice, loud and clear enough for all the zealots and fiends out there. So, yeah, listen up !

1. If you find someone begging at the signal, don't you dare show crazy attitude. If you can't help them, okay just sit in your AC car and drive away. It'l save you some respect ! Don't crib about them not getting a job, go and help them get one. if you can't then, hello ! zip it ! They don't need your expert opinion !

2. If some aged person or a lil' child is shivering by the road in rain, help them. If you can't give money, give them something to cover themselves. If you're cold enough to ignore it, then yeah good luck. I pity your soul-less body.

3. If a girl just stands in the bus-stop, stop that heinous act of undressing her with your eyes. Before you even start fantasizing about her, imagine this ! Some random guy doing the same thing in your own house to someone related to you. I know, I sound extremely cold, but I just don't care, how it sounds. I experienced this myself and it is the worst feeling in the world to be stared at inappropriate places. Get a life you dogs out there !

4. If you have a penis, keep it to yourself dude ! Don't you dare point it at a woman ! Don't you bloody dare getting your desire fulfilled unwillingly. Shame on your existence in this world. You disgusting piece of $@#!%^* ! I wish I could just shoot such men down point blank. And yes ! Women too. If you do the same to a man, well, I have nothing else to say. Being a woman, you need to have that patience and that effing sense never to abuse someone physically. Good luck lady, living a life in hell.

5. This goes out to all the sexists. Before you start discriminating, just remember one thing, before you say man/woman, boy/girl, you are a human being. There is no greater creation of Lord than that. You really should consult a Doctor and get some medicine to cure you of that illness. Although, I doubt if there is a medicine to treat A!#$#%$%^$

6. And now its the turn of the nerds ! You weirdos ! You guys think this world just runs on the wheels of your knowledge ! So, I'd like to hit you guys with a bloody hammer, make you bleed and tell you clear enough-- Nobody is born dumb. If someone is slow at understanding things or concepts or whatever ! he/she isn't dumb. Hell no-one has given you a right to judge somebody like that ! You can never treat a human in that manner and make them suffer, just because you're understanding something and they do not. I do not need to say, all the so-called-great people, well,they weren't nothing like you. So, yeah, we dumb people will walk the red carpet and you stay back in the crowd staring in awe !

7. This goes out to all the girls. You porcelain fragile beauties, nobody is going to give you an award for collecting so many clothes. While you open your overflowing awesone wadrobe everyday and stare at its beauty, there are many lil' girls who suffer each day by the road. If you are a woman, I mean for real, move your ass from the mirror and help a kid. Make her feel beautiful.

8. If a poor animal is hurt by the road, please help. Imagine if you're lying in a pool of blood and nobody helps you ? Scary isn't it ? Even after me painting such a real picture and it doesn't affect you ? Well, I so wish that picture comes true.

I'm done with the reality check now. Well, this isn't written to abuse someone or hurt anybody. I don't know to how many people I can reach out to, or to how many hearts this blog is going to talk to. But yes, I'm brave enough to take a step. I will keep shouting all my life. Like it is always said, even if it touches a single person, i'll be truly glad.

So, people, for a while take a pause from that twitter, facebook nonsense and do something noble. Not for anybody else, for your own self. Because you are a HUMAN. Stay kind. Spread love. Be brave. Feed some empty stomachs. Stand up for a human today !

My Blessing !

             
"Blessed are those who snuggle and hug, spoil and pamper, boast and brag, for they shall be called Grandmothers !"-Anonymous.

Time flees so very fast. Doesn't it ? Today you see yourself hand in hand with someone special and in a jiffy, you're just left with that memory to reminiscence. Its been two years and not a day goes by without me recollecting you each day ! How surprising is it ? I live each day, feeling that void in my life which can only be filled by you. This person I'm talking about, stands above everything in my life. My Grandmother. I know everyone of you have that lovely bond with your grandmother, yet I will stand firm on my feet and say-"My grandmother rules !".

Two years ago. Same day. Fateful night. She goes to sleep. My world goes upside down. Next morning she's still sleeping, in a box. I crash at her feet all day long. Tears. Helplessness. Those memories still haunt me each day. Reminding me that I've lost the most valuable possession in my life. YOUR LOVE GRANNY. YOU. YOUR TOUCH. YOUR HUG. YOUR SMILE.

I still have so many memories of you. All so real. All of them still breathing. These are a few of the many many stupendous things that I always miss in my life !

1. Her phone call every month. Each time she got her pension, I was the first one she rang up from that one-rupee booth. I remember her bugging the booth guy for coins. All sweet granny talk she did. Oh ! What love she had for me ! Once she completes the call, she got my phone recharged, without fail. With little money she had, she always made a point to share it with her cranky grandaughter.

2.  Her yumm yumm food. She cooked with all her heart. Always. When I used to come home all tired and hungry, super granny came to the rescue. Say whatever, food she fed me will always top the charts of any  amazing diner ever.

3. Her  *awwiieeee* pampering. I loved cuddling up in her lap and dozing off with a book, while she always kept nurturing me. She magically took away all the pain in my heart with her soothing touch.

4. Her style of braiding my hair. Trust me, she does wonders with braiding the hair. She would beat any *so-called-stylists* any day. She loved long hair and I loved flaunting it for her. Just for her.

5. Her *secret-sneak-in* treats. She got me so many chocolates and turned me into chubby girl. She always got me a treat. I turned into a child, with all chuckles at the sight of it.

I could go on. And on. She meant the WORLD to me. She still is ! She took care of me. More than a mother. She made me live. She taught me to survive. She taught me love.

Oh granny-If you're listening, I want to tell you that I love you. I love you more with each passing day. I hug my pillow and cry away in your memory. Today when big things are happening in my life, I do not get to see you. I do not get to come running to you, hug you and tell you, "Look my heroine ! I got a job ! I am an Engineer !" I never get to cry in your lap. I never get to wake up in the night scared and sleep by your side. I never get to give you that foot massage. I never get to laugh insanely with you. I never get to hug you, my love ! Wherever you are angel, I miss you.

All I wanted to convey was, no matter how old you get each day, you grow into a lil' baby for your grandparents. They love. They scold. They nag. They care. However they are, love them. Love them always. Not everyone is unfortunate like me to lose both of them. If you have any of your grandparents still present in your life, GO FRIKKIN TELL THEM, HEY I LOVE YOU MY YOUNGSTER ! If you have lost them, today, sit down. Pray. Pray for their beautiful souls, for there is no greater love like it.

R.I.P MY LOVE ! You will always live. You will always breathe. You will always be cherished. You are my savior. My angel. My blessing.

Forever Young !

                
Well the thought for this article popped into my head while I was playing with a 3 year old kid this morning. I know kids are adorable and etcetera, but I came across the cutest sight today. This little girl sat down on the floor, with her legs crossed, holding a bowl of chocolate powder. She was extremely careful in making sure, not to spill a spoon out of the bowl.

There's nothing great to that sight, yet she made me smile, thinking of how insanely unblemished that time of childhood is ! If you recollect, I'm pretty sure everyone of us love that one phase of life. Love it ? Oh I would give up everything to live those days again. So, I had this genius idea of listing some classic cliches of that phase.

1. School days ! Putting on those lil' uniforms and those pigtails, kitty backpack, as your mom drags you to school, while you're trying to fake an ache in every possible part of your body. Now ? mother throws on a bucket of water and you drag yourself to go to work, or your boss calls up to give you that early morning blessing while you imagine him being hit by something or drop dead. Also, we take an hour to pick up what to wear that day. Big task, ain't it ?

2. Fights ! Rolling in the mud and hitting each other, while parents pull you away from your so-called-enemy. And why is he your enemy ? He must have either poked you with a pencil or secretly ate up your snack pack. These days ? Reasons can be either getting into a brawl while the traffic gets jammed or Oh! you know what ? he/she put up a status on facebook, which I'm pretty sure it's about me so let me scratch his/her eyes out.

3. Friends ! You make friends with the ones who play with you all the time and share their lunch boxes with you. You would do anything to have that play time fun and never let them go. These days ? If I ask you hey, what's your best friend doing these days ? And I get the reply, I'm not really sure, but I do remember him/her liking my status the other day. I should ping him/her.

4. Parties and Makeup ! You put on your frippery frock or your favorite T-Shirt with Ben 10 on it. Cover your face with talcum powder and *this solely applies to lil girls* lipstick out of the lines. The only excitement would be,"Yay ! I'll get to eat the cake!". Present crowd ? Party ?*this again applies to girls* OMG ! I have a party coming up in a month. I better start shopping now. I have to get a dress, shoes, accessories and blabbityyy blaaah ! *What a huge task, ain't it ?*
And guys ? Let's pick something, drown yourself in perfume and text your friend, "Let's get wasted brother!"

5. Decisions and Responsibilities ! The only big task then was to decide how well to lie to your teacher, to cover up the fact that your mom/dad did the homework for you. Now ? Decide your life, career, aims, goals, life partner, mba or gre or gmat or some other crappy exam *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

6. Thoughts ! The only thought then was which game to play in the next break, when will I get my barbie or my hotwheels track. Now ? How do I update my status in a way it taunts him/her ? How do I make enough money, to get that car ? How do I pay my credit card bill ? How do I get those steve madden's next month ? *waaahhhhhhhhhhh! I'll faint now*

Realize how demented life became now ? We hardly have time for ourselves, let alone the time to reminiscence your memories. I know career and everything else comes first, but don't you miss that life where innocence played a huge part ?

Let's go back. Live that time again. Take a leap of faith. Make a list. Burn Crackers. Call your bestie and say, I Love You ! Hug your security guard and say, "thank you." Someone sad ? Leave a cute message. Make them smile. Get a paint-ball gun. Do gardening. Play cricket in the streets. Break a window glass. Ride a bicycle. Get onto a truck. Play in the hay. Cuddle street dogs. Buy a book for the slum kid. Be a santa for someone deprived. Do wild things. Shout out loud. Travel. Be a hippie. Stay forever young!

A.T.T.I.T.U.D.E

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be ridiculous than be absolutely boring"-
Marlyin Monroe

One strong word "attitude" makes me wonder, what it actually means. From the time I've been growing up, I was asked to stick to some people because of their attitude, also, I was asked to stay away from certain people because of the same word. Funny isn't it ? We use a single word, to determine someone's personality and that one single word determines our chemistry wid 'em. Well, my journey of life so far has taught me some rules of life.


I had tons of people judging me. I learnt lot many lessons. Some were painful, some were fun to learn. So to summarize it, I thought I should list the 10 golden rules and give it a read, each time I start losing out on my morale.

1. Someone judging you because you wear revealing clothes? Tell 'em-I'm proud o God's creation and I'll flaunt it. You're just ashamed o your body. Rather than judging me, sit in a corner and learn to define your own boundaries.

2. Someone hurting you ? Well it ain't 1947 to show your other cheek. Kick them hard in the nuts and make 'em feel that pain o getting stabbed, cuz no one has any written right to hurt you. No One !

3. Someone blackmailing you ? Show your finger and tell 'em to go get a life. So what ? I ditched you. Get your life together and do something with it. You ain't getting successful by spying on me or crying over my life. Tell him you're a COWARD AND A LOSER. Just turn gay, cuz I'm bloody sure you just born without it.

4. Someone bullying you ? Don't take it. Stand up on your frikking feat and aim back at 'em. Tell that person-So what if you good at something ? You can never be a good human being all your life, cuz you are an animal filled with EVIL. Good luck going to hell man, cuz you know what ? It ain't gonna be pretty at all.

5. Someone judging you because you consume alcohol ? Tell 'em- Dude I pity your life cuz you know what sweetheart ? You don't know how to live life and you'l probably die in some old age home sulking about your sad pathetic life, which will come to light wen you're incapable o even feeding yourself.

6. Someone broke your heart ? Stop those useless tears and pull yourself together. You aren't an animal to depend on someone to live. You can write your own destiny. And re-write that person's destiny too. Show him/her that you can, not just survive but LIVE your life way better than he/she can ever imagine.

7. Scared of something/someone ? Don't be too chicken to face the fact. Either solve it or just stop living, cuz you're an insult o God's creation.

8. Failing at something constantly ? Go and get some help. No one ready to teach you ? Stop making  pathetic faces and surf something useful. Don't just learn it, excell in it.

9. Something troubling you ? Well solve it yourself, even if you have to go head over heels for it, rather than paying your savings to some middle aged psychiatrist who will later furnish his apartment with your problem. There is no such problem without a solution you can't find yourself.

10. Finding no reason to live ? Having thoughts of suicide ? Rather than saying it, go do it. Because  you're just a failure. The reason for that failure is YOU. There are lot more people who deserve to live in this world. Atleast you can save some torture to people around YOU.

Keep your attitude alive. Most importantly keep it RIGHT. Don't kill it for anyone. Wanna survive ? Look in the mirror. The solution is standing right in front of yourself. Never cheat nor be cheated. Live but don't let people to live consuming you and your emotions. Remain YOU till eternity.

Let's go somewhere beautiful !

                                               

Scorching heat and the disappeared wind ! Nothing else can make your day worse don't you think ? If you wearing on your grumpy pants, then your day can do no good to you ! Most of us are only trying to lock ourselves in a room, while the AC wraps its cold blanket around us. Everyday I sulk about the weather and keep ruining the entire day. While this was going on, I happened to have a beautiful dream.

I lay in my bed, wondering where this life is taking me. With the surprising turn of events, I started to judge everything and everyone around me. I've been listening to constant lectures on how to live life. I get all energized on listening to them, but again my life fades into a sad little picture. Usually, dreams don't make me feel magical but that day, it felt different.

I slipped into a dream and suddenly, I opened my eyes and stepped out of my door. My feet touched the heavenly grass, which was still moist with the dew drops. I looked around and everything was so radiant. I had the beach gushing from the distant. I saw butterflies flying in happiness. Every beautiful flower opening up to the mighty sun. Birds being so chirpy about the sun. Long roads, shining with the sun. The tress dancing with the wind.

I raced my feet through the grass. I walked upto the beach and sat down making castles. I watched the beach play with me while splashing drops on my face. I felt relieved and sane. I witnessed glory. I watched the sun sink into the beach. I was reminded of nothing but divinity. While I sat at the shore of the beach, little fireflies lighting up the view for me, with twinkling stars in the sky.

I gradually woke up from the dream, yet it left me thinking that life only makes you experience your choice, good or bad. You choose and you live it. I've been choosing bad and suffered. Not anymore. I've experienced good and loved it ! It might sound ridiculous, yet a tiny lil gesture changes everything. This dream was my gesture, look for your gesture !

So what if the sun mocks at you ? Put on your sunglasses, hold onto a radiant umbrella, wear a beautiful sundress, smile at the sun, have some yummiee yummiee ice-cream! Watch the night glitter, while the stars lighten up your wait for a new beginning to rise the next day ! Stop cribbing and start loving yourself, cuz you know you're the most special one !  Let's go somewhere beautiful !

Witnessed something beautiful ? Do tell me at harithaharry28@gmail.com. Stay Happy this summer :)

The Treasure Box !

                                                                         
Remember the good old times when you used to save all the precious little things in a treasure box ? I'm sure each one of us took care of it so dearly, by hiding it in a safe place and open it when no one's around. Wonder why I'm talking about all of this now ? My life has been a constant roller coaster ride for sometime now. My new job, new people, hectic work and other things have kept me so busy that my passion for writing, painting, reading have been locked up in a little treasure box.

While I've been busy with everything else in the world, a strange incident happened. I happened to visit my father's college, where he works as a lecturer. I met my dad's assistant. Pretty lady, simple attire and innocent. I sat down talking to her. She walked me through my dad's routine everyday. I was surprised listening to her. When I visited my dad's library, I saw lot many saying and quotes pasted on the wall. I examined them closely. They were dated ages back. I asked his assistant about those posters. She replied saying that, "Every time your dad reads a book and finds something good, he pastes it on this wall."

I went to my dad and asked him,"Why do you paste all this stuff on the wall ? Do you think anyone will ever read it ?" My dad replied,"I know not everyone reads this, but it is my job to do it. Even if one person notices it, it may change his way of life. He may learn something new. I will then be able to sleep with a smile on my face, hoping I helped somebody."

This conversation with my dad made me wonder about my lost passion. Everyone of us have that zeal in us to do something in life. Passion, craziness, to get there, make it happen should be the words that run our life. This busy corporate life just takes everything out and puts in a box. Do you want to see yourself, aged around 60, open your treasure box, find your passion lying helpless there and say to yourself, "I'm too old for this stuff?"

I opened my treasure box today and wrote an article after ages. Miss your passion ? Search for your treasure box, pull your passion out and do something about it. Create a new world. You have one life, live it on the edge. Stand unique. Walk against the crowd. Discover a new YOU ! 

A Reason to SMILE !

                                                             

                               
Its been a while that I have been lost in time, working like a machine. I am burning inside and the screams are suppressed with my lies. I stand there and look at myself in the mirror. My reflection is talking to me, yet I walk away ignoring. Because I was too scared to face the truth. The truth of getting lost in the dark world building inside me.

I don't know the reason, yet I don't want to make any attempts of finding out what has been happening to me. I felt all alone and couln't sense anybody else. This war with myself kept going on. And I was getting accustomed to it. I see no light, no smiles, no love. The whole wide world seems to be turning darker and darker. I just sit there and slid back into thoughts, which saddens me even more. When I try to think about something else, the whole lot of color is just splashed on with black. I go back to where I was. The battle never seems to end. It is surrounding me neck deep and I am willingly getting pulled away with it.

The screeching sound of the car's horn wakes me up from all these mad thoughts. It takes a minute for me to realise where I was. I am sitting in a car, my friends are giggling on some joke, the red signal was beaming in the sun and there was traffic all around. I peep out of the window. I couldn't help but notice one particular boy. He is holding a bunch of aeroplanes and moves from one car to another, trying to sell as many pieces as he can. The sweat shines on his face, with the roaring sun. His body looks weaned out. I could see that hope in his eyes, each time a car's window comes down, hoping that this time he would make money.

Then I realized, here I am sulking over my own life, which is well built and there was that little boy trying to make a penny so that he can eat some food. How selfish we tend to get at times, that we forget the very thought of being so fortunate in this world. How blessed we are, to have a roof under our head while there are people who stuggle their heart out, just so they can buy a brick. I couldn't stop from cursing myself. Maybe I needed a push. A step towards happiness, a step towards life. Life talks to you in mysterious ways, doesn't it ?

All I wanted to convey was, life is indeed short. Don't ruin it by trying to find a reason to be sad. Live life to the fullest. Write a line. Walk without slippers on the grass. Ride a bicycle. Play with the raindrops. Smile at the sun. Turn off your gadgets. Travel without a destination. Build a tent. Sit with a book. Watch a candle burn out. Fall asleep watching the stars. Build endless memories. Stay crazy !

As always, do tell me about your memories, at harithaharry28@gmail.com :) I'm all ears !

I-HEART-YOU

"The Backpack Song" in repeat on my player, my legs swinging in sync, lying amidst the long colorful charts and paint brushes, my eyes looking for you through my thoughts, and I was lost in my very own world. A world of only "YOU AND ME" and no dawn at all. My sunshine was your smile and my very definition of happiness was YOU. Oh ! I would give away everything for that one moment when you encircle me in your arms. And I rest there for eternity, in the happiest place ever.

While my love for you kept building its castle, my phone kept beeping. Irritated, I went for it. I saw YOU flashing with that dented smile, that kills me like it did the very first time. Each time we have a conversation, I still feel nervous carrying a jar full of butterflies, while my kohl smeared eyes glitter to your voice. I immediately ran towards my treasure box where I captured "OUR" moments of the divine LOVE we share.

There were many memories breathing in it. I never liked PINK and the idea of being whiny nor gooey romantic. But when YOU happened, my world turned upside down *I know, it does sound very cliche*. I kept digging into the box and it was magical. The first piece of paper from the class where we first met, tickets from the journey we first shared together, bills from the meal we first had, those whole lot of dried up roses, tiny glittering vintage showpiece, the scrapbook you made for me, the letters i wrote for you, my journal and many more.

Everything just took me back to that crazy journey we had together. That journey when we walked against the crowd, making our own destiny, writing our own LOVE STORY. We were reckless and we lived our age. We didn't care. We walked miles, traveled for endless hours, just to see each other. How much I miss those homecomings. Each time either one of us stepped out of that train, we engulfed each other, as though it will be the last time ever. That going-away kiss filled in the void when we stayed apart. And there was no looking back, because we loved each other too much. And we said to each other "There's NO WAY I could let you go".

Coming back to the present time *because I have to !*, I still miss those days. I miss every bit of my growing up, with YOU. I miss myself, with YOU. I miss EVERYTHING about YOU. Because our story was SIMPLE, yet the BEST, just like him. We did write letters to each other, despite gmail,skype,etc etc. We did have those lonely walks and those never ending talks looking upto the stars. Huge cars, coffee shops, popcorn baskets and movies blah blah never existed because we built a world that was simple. We traveled for long hours in that slow train, just to feel that ecstasy when we saw each other after one crazy lonely period of staying apart.

Sometimes, life is worth living when it is just the sane and serene part of the world without the-so-called-pretentious-phones, the-we-flaunt-our-love-through-Facebook, those dates where the actors of some movie are also accompanying you, those vexed up coffee shops and UFF ! the mad list goes on. Take a moment and try creating some simple memories. Write a letter. Watch the sun doze off with that ONLY ONE. Walk hand in hand. Take a walk. Hug like there is no tomorrow and never let go. Kiss while the stars twinkle. Love more than you did the previous second. Create your own LOVE STORY.

Any of you who wanna share their stories ? i'm all ears. Do tell me, harithaharry28@gmail.com. I'm just an email away.

The Pompous city !

                                                    
I took my first steps in a city, which is the most exuberant place in India. Any guesses ? Well, it is kolkatta ! Being born in such a place, you tend to accustom yourself to the ancient boats, the yummy food, breath taking views from the incredibly long bridge ways and many more. People there, look so chubby, which seems as though they've stuffed two rasagullas in either cheeks. Beauty just overflows among the people, specially the women with their authentic dressing of the saree. Its adorable to watch the key bunch hanging to their sarees swing to the pace of their steps. When you step out, the crowded vintage streets, huge idols of Gods, the loudness popping out from the bold usage of colors etc etc. Only one word to describe all of it "DIVINE". Well, destiny had something more astounding in store for me. When I landed there, I didn't know my life would take a whole new turn, leaving kolkatta as a faded picture. Before I could miss my city, I saw the board which read "HYDERABAD" and the journey began..

When I first came to this city, all I could do was my miss my grandparents and the sea. Nothing else seemed appealing to me. Slowly, a new world began to build itself. New school, new companions, new house, and the list goes on. In all these years of growing up, I never actually realized the roller coaster ride i've had in this long journey. Yesterday, I sat down with my cup of coffee. While the steam was escaping out of the cup, I happened to take a pause from everything going around and just sat there watching the city run. I decided then, to share my picture of this place.

My experiences in this city will always be the most craziest times of my life. To start with, tank bund always reminded me of the missing beach. I still remember a vivid picture of me cribbing about it and that is when my granny used to tell me, "Look at the Buddha who is standing so still, despite the water trying to bring him down. That is how you should build your personality, rock steady!". The never ending traffic at all times, forming clouds of smoke, creating funny images. There stands the traffic police, with the white traffic ghost in every road surrounding him and his cap warning everbody. Ridiculous !

When you wait at the bus stops, I can bet on you running into atleast one insane person acting like an animal. Those bus rides, loaded with so many people, making the bus dance on the road, while people driving the bikes flaunt their beehive shaped hair due to the air messing with it.

And when the buses get me vexed up, I always have one super fun argument with the auto drivers, who actually ask double the fare. The bumps on every road make me feel as though i'm on a trampoline. The colorful side of the city will always be the famous charminar. The bangles, pearls, various blingy stones, the colorful stores, women dressed in black robes, white hatted men, the whole place just gives you a different feel. If you are a figure head, then the prices of this place will never make your pocket barren.

The other side of the city is completely filled with fancy buildings, huge multiplexes, people stepping out of fancy cars, Harley Davidson bikes, the stilettos, the louis vuitton bags, the ferrari shoes, their glares giving out weird reflections. And the most funniest thing for me would be, the entire crowd just eyeing on a jaguar halting by the signal. This side of the city never sleeps with the night life, glittering in the moonlight.

While I was busy in these thoughts, a certain sight ahead of me caught my attention. Walking from a distance was a cute old couple walking hand in hand, walking by the road when the other vehicles are swooshing by. The couple seemed as though they were just laughing away their troubles. They didn't care about the surroundings, the beeping of the horns, the crazy race goin around. For them, the world seemed to have only one element, LOVE ! That is when I realised, even though time flies with real speed in this city, it never fails to keep the emotions alive. People here rush to make their daily fortune, but they will never let go those attachments. When its time, they will wrap the blanket of love around you and comfort you. It taught me to stand up on my own feet, to be bold and beautiful at heart. So, while I have the last sip of my coffee, this pompous city, finally made me say, "I'm a HYDERABADI".