Woh sadkon pe, galiyon mein, raaston pe aasani se chaltey rahey,
Main aaj bhi ghar ke kamron mein apne aap ko dhoondhti firti hoon..
Main aaj bhi ghar ke kamron mein apne aap ko dhoondhti firti hoon..
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
To hide or to tell..
Early in the morning when the sun rises and birds begin chirping, I close my eyes and pretend it's night. I keep hoping the night would never end. But, the day arrives and so one has to wake up. I draw the curtains and the only thing i get to see are walls and windows of the other apartment. Ah! the luxuries of living in a metro! But, no, those aren't the only things I see from my window, I also see undergarments tucked on windows. The neighbour, a woman hides it from behind the curtain and everyone except she and her family are able to see the unseeable thing!!
It always happens that when we try to hide something, it bounces back and shows up at places that are beyond imagination. You try to hide from a person and in all probability, you are bound to come face to face with that person in a theater or the market (of all places). The recent example of the ministers in the Karnataka assembly is one such example. The three great men in their oblivious worlds, entertained themselves to some content that was not acceptable in a public place. The world saw them see the videos. Or for that matter, the entire Bill Clinton saga, that the world watched.
There can't be a single person who hasn't hidden something from someone. We, in our lives, constantly hide our emotions or material things and try to portray something that doesn't exist. Things that would show us in a different way. If one does not have a certain thing, he/she is scared they would be judged accordingly. So, the lies begin and to hide the lies, more lies follow, till one day things fall apart. All the lies lay scattered and everyone gets to know what really existed. Hiding isn't something one does intentionally. It just happens - like any other natural action. The reasons may vary. One may be hiding things out of fear while another may be hiding to protect their loved ones from pain or trauma. But then, there may be people who hide out of habit, which has been inculcated over time or one hides things out of sheer wish of doing so.
The only right thing to do is to-not-do the things you don't want the world to know. But again, if you restrain from doing the things you want to do, aren't you cheating yourself. Aren't you hiding things from yourself. Circumstances and places dominate how much of liberty we can exercise. In a democracy one can exhibit their emotions and get away with it. The same expression of emotions may not be acceptable in another part of the world. One learns to limit the emotions accordingly and the only thing that remains eternal is - to each his/her own.
It always happens that when we try to hide something, it bounces back and shows up at places that are beyond imagination. You try to hide from a person and in all probability, you are bound to come face to face with that person in a theater or the market (of all places). The recent example of the ministers in the Karnataka assembly is one such example. The three great men in their oblivious worlds, entertained themselves to some content that was not acceptable in a public place. The world saw them see the videos. Or for that matter, the entire Bill Clinton saga, that the world watched.
There can't be a single person who hasn't hidden something from someone. We, in our lives, constantly hide our emotions or material things and try to portray something that doesn't exist. Things that would show us in a different way. If one does not have a certain thing, he/she is scared they would be judged accordingly. So, the lies begin and to hide the lies, more lies follow, till one day things fall apart. All the lies lay scattered and everyone gets to know what really existed. Hiding isn't something one does intentionally. It just happens - like any other natural action. The reasons may vary. One may be hiding things out of fear while another may be hiding to protect their loved ones from pain or trauma. But then, there may be people who hide out of habit, which has been inculcated over time or one hides things out of sheer wish of doing so.
The only right thing to do is to-not-do the things you don't want the world to know. But again, if you restrain from doing the things you want to do, aren't you cheating yourself. Aren't you hiding things from yourself. Circumstances and places dominate how much of liberty we can exercise. In a democracy one can exhibit their emotions and get away with it. The same expression of emotions may not be acceptable in another part of the world. One learns to limit the emotions accordingly and the only thing that remains eternal is - to each his/her own.
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Of brides and cheers
A girl in a saree hugged people around her and cried. People around her, cried too. But, then, something happened – A man who apparently happened to be the groom couldn’t control his tears and started crying too. No one knew what to do but the crying turned into smiles. The bride smiled too and the car drove away.
Bidai or Vidai is a word synonymous to Indian weddings. The girl – the bride, leaves her parents home and treads on a journey to her husband’s home. In the olden days, when the marriage ceremony was about to conclude, a palanquin waited to carry away the bride.. The palanquin bearers would sing on the way, but the girl cried her heart out . The grief of leaving behind her parents, brothers, sisters, and the numerous other relatives and the only life she had known until then overpowers her emotions. The thought that her childhood had been lost forever dawned much later. It was only after the constant sway of the palanquins had lulled her to sleep, would she realize that a new life awaited her. The excitement of meeting her new relatives took over the sadness and void created by the feeling of loss at leaving behind the only home she had known all her life. Brides were generally very young those days.
Those were the days when there was no appropriate means of communication/transportation. A girl, after marriage didn’t know when she would travel back to meet her parents. She didn’t know whether she would be able to see her old grandmother again. She wasn’t sure she would see her kid brother when he decked up as a groom and brought home a bride himself. She wasn’t sure she would see the house where she was brought up. The tears were a culmination of all these thoughts rolled into one. Tears were the only means of solace for brides of yester years.
Things changed a little when there were better means of transportation and the marriageable age of a girl grew by a few years. The brides, however, cried as usual when they left their parents homes. The love that their parents had bestowed upon them and the secure life given to them by their parents wove around them a safety net, which was hard for the husband-to-be to emulate; or so the brides thought, hence the tears. Tears are anyways, a natural element of emotion for all women folk! Brides of course, have a copyright over them. The young girls had apprehensions about their future homes as they knew lit le or nothing about their future homes.
A girl in a saree hugged people around her and cried. People around her, cried too. But, then, something happened – A man who apparently happened to be the groom couldn’t control his tears and started crying too. No one knew what to do but the crying turned into smiles. The bride smiled too and the car drove away.
Bidai or Vidai is a word synonymous to Indian weddings. The girl – the bride, leaves her parents home and treads on a journey to her husband’s home. In the olden days, when the marriage ceremony was about to conclude, a palanquin waited to carry away the bride.. The palanquin bearers would sing on the way, but the girl cried her heart out. The grief of leaving behind her parents, brothers, sisters, and the numerous other relatives and the only life she had known until then overpowers her emotions. The thought that her childhood had been lost forever dawned much later. It was only after the constant sway of the palanquins had lulled her to sleep, would she realize that a new life awaited her. The excitement of meeting her new relatives took over the sadness and void created by the feeling of loss at leaving behind the only home she had known all her life. Brides were generally very young those days.
Those were the days when there was no appropriate means of communication/transportation. A girl, after marriage, didn’t know when she would travel back to meet her parents. She didn’t know whether she would be able to see her old grandmother again. She wasn’t sure she would see her kid brother when he decked up as a groom and brought home a bride himself. She wasn’t sure she would see the house where she was brought up. The tears were a culmination of all these thoughts rolled into one. Tears were the only means of solace for brides of yester years.
Things changed a little when there were better means of transportation and the marriageable age of a girl grew by a few years. The brides, however, cried as usual when they left their parents homes. The love that their parents had bestowed upon them and the secure life given to them by their parents wove around them a safety net but grief caught up. The emotional dilemma is easily converted into the best thing girls know of. Tears!! Brides of course, have a copyright over them.
Today, girls are so caught up with careers, they have no time. No time for marriage. If they get married, no time for kids. If they do have kids, no time for the marriage.. It's a vicious circle but life continues. Tears will have to wait, there is no time for them, especially not when a girl is leaving her parents place. This is because, a daughter is a daughter all her life, a son is a son till he gets a wife!!
Bidai or Vidai is a word synonymous to Indian weddings. The girl – the bride, leaves her parents home and treads on a journey to her husband’s home. In the olden days, when the marriage ceremony was about to conclude, a palanquin waited to carry away the bride.. The palanquin bearers would sing on the way, but the girl cried her heart out . The grief of leaving behind her parents, brothers, sisters, and the numerous other relatives and the only life she had known until then overpowers her emotions. The thought that her childhood had been lost forever dawned much later. It was only after the constant sway of the palanquins had lulled her to sleep, would she realize that a new life awaited her. The excitement of meeting her new relatives took over the sadness and void created by the feeling of loss at leaving behind the only home she had known all her life. Brides were generally very young those days.
Those were the days when there was no appropriate means of communication/transportation. A girl, after marriage didn’t know when she would travel back to meet her parents. She didn’t know whether she would be able to see her old grandmother again. She wasn’t sure she would see her kid brother when he decked up as a groom and brought home a bride himself. She wasn’t sure she would see the house where she was brought up. The tears were a culmination of all these thoughts rolled into one. Tears were the only means of solace for brides of yester years.
Things changed a little when there were better means of transportation and the marriageable age of a girl grew by a few years. The brides, however, cried as usual when they left their parents homes. The love that their parents had bestowed upon them and the secure life given to them by their parents wove around them a safety net, which was hard for the husband-to-be to emulate; or so the brides thought, hence the tears. Tears are anyways, a natural element of emotion for all women folk! Brides of course, have a copyright over them. The young girls had apprehensions about their future homes as they knew lit le or nothing about their future homes.
A girl in a saree hugged people around her and cried. People around her, cried too. But, then, something happened – A man who apparently happened to be the groom couldn’t control his tears and started crying too. No one knew what to do but the crying turned into smiles. The bride smiled too and the car drove away.
Bidai or Vidai is a word synonymous to Indian weddings. The girl – the bride, leaves her parents home and treads on a journey to her husband’s home. In the olden days, when the marriage ceremony was about to conclude, a palanquin waited to carry away the bride.. The palanquin bearers would sing on the way, but the girl cried her heart out. The grief of leaving behind her parents, brothers, sisters, and the numerous other relatives and the only life she had known until then overpowers her emotions. The thought that her childhood had been lost forever dawned much later. It was only after the constant sway of the palanquins had lulled her to sleep, would she realize that a new life awaited her. The excitement of meeting her new relatives took over the sadness and void created by the feeling of loss at leaving behind the only home she had known all her life. Brides were generally very young those days.
Those were the days when there was no appropriate means of communication/transportation. A girl, after marriage, didn’t know when she would travel back to meet her parents. She didn’t know whether she would be able to see her old grandmother again. She wasn’t sure she would see her kid brother when he decked up as a groom and brought home a bride himself. She wasn’t sure she would see the house where she was brought up. The tears were a culmination of all these thoughts rolled into one. Tears were the only means of solace for brides of yester years.
Things changed a little when there were better means of transportation and the marriageable age of a girl grew by a few years. The brides, however, cried as usual when they left their parents homes. The love that their parents had bestowed upon them and the secure life given to them by their parents wove around them a safety net but grief caught up. The emotional dilemma is easily converted into the best thing girls know of. Tears!! Brides of course, have a copyright over them.
Today, girls are so caught up with careers, they have no time. No time for marriage. If they get married, no time for kids. If they do have kids, no time for the marriage.. It's a vicious circle but life continues. Tears will have to wait, there is no time for them, especially not when a girl is leaving her parents place. This is because, a daughter is a daughter all her life, a son is a son till he gets a wife!!
Thursday, 12 July 2012
Chocolates
A boy woke up from sleep one day and saw a house full of chocolates. He slept again and thought he dreamt of it. He woke up after an hour and again saw his house ful of chocolates. This time he woke up and rubbed his eyes. He walked to the wall of chocolates and tasted one of them.
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He ate chocolates everyday but the chocolates always got replaced by bigger and better ones. It so hppened that he had to travel to his cousin's place, and he was worried about his chocolate house. So, he carried as much as he could in his bag. He walked for two days and all he had to eat was chocolates. When he reached his cousin's place, he was surprised to see just one chocolate in his bag. "Should I give it to my cousin", he thought, and then knocked at the door.
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He saw his cousin and hugged him. His cousin looked pale. "Are you well", he asked. "No, but I will be fine" replied the cousin. "It's just that I haven't eaten for over two days", he added. The boy didn't utter a word. He was overcome with a strong feeling of guilt. "But, how can I offer him just one chocolate", he thought, and looked for it in the bag. He found it there, the shiny wrapper waited to be torn open. He then looked at his cousin. "Will this single piece of chocolate fulfill his hunger" he thought. "No, i don't think so", his mind replied.
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He asked his cousin to fetch him a glass of water and bent down and gobbled up the single piece of chocolate. His cousin gave him the glass of water and he drank it in one gulp. He felt tired and wanted to sleep, so, he walked up to the bed and lied down. In minutes he was fast asleep. When he woke up it was morning and lots of people stood in the little hut. He walked up to the crowd to see what was happening.
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Something wrapped in a white piece of cloth lay there on the floor. His aunt wailed as she thumped her heart. He looked around for his cousin, but couldn't find him. He searched more but he wasn't there. He had to return that day. So, he walked up to his aunt and bid her farewell. She cried endlessly and told him to travel carefully. He promised her, he would be careful and he walked away. The only thought that kept disturbing him on his return journey was the absence of his cousin..
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He ate chocolates everyday but the chocolates always got replaced by bigger and better ones. It so hppened that he had to travel to his cousin's place, and he was worried about his chocolate house. So, he carried as much as he could in his bag. He walked for two days and all he had to eat was chocolates. When he reached his cousin's place, he was surprised to see just one chocolate in his bag. "Should I give it to my cousin", he thought, and then knocked at the door.
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He saw his cousin and hugged him. His cousin looked pale. "Are you well", he asked. "No, but I will be fine" replied the cousin. "It's just that I haven't eaten for over two days", he added. The boy didn't utter a word. He was overcome with a strong feeling of guilt. "But, how can I offer him just one chocolate", he thought, and looked for it in the bag. He found it there, the shiny wrapper waited to be torn open. He then looked at his cousin. "Will this single piece of chocolate fulfill his hunger" he thought. "No, i don't think so", his mind replied.
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He asked his cousin to fetch him a glass of water and bent down and gobbled up the single piece of chocolate. His cousin gave him the glass of water and he drank it in one gulp. He felt tired and wanted to sleep, so, he walked up to the bed and lied down. In minutes he was fast asleep. When he woke up it was morning and lots of people stood in the little hut. He walked up to the crowd to see what was happening.
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Something wrapped in a white piece of cloth lay there on the floor. His aunt wailed as she thumped her heart. He looked around for his cousin, but couldn't find him. He searched more but he wasn't there. He had to return that day. So, he walked up to his aunt and bid her farewell. She cried endlessly and told him to travel carefully. He promised her, he would be careful and he walked away. The only thought that kept disturbing him on his return journey was the absence of his cousin..
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Back
I didn't quite realise I hadn't blogged for well over two years. Should I blame that on time -- that was too less or my lack of interest or other work or well, the list goes on. No excuse is good enough for not doing something you like doing.
So, I am back and hope to keep up my resolve to write regularly..
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