The last chapter

“Mumma, I am wearing that favourite red saree of yours. But these golden bangles don’t match up with my dress. I am looking like a princess, exactly like papa used to describe when I was a kid and wore your makeup and saree. How curious I was then to become a bride. Please tell papa to be strong and not cry behind those pillars. The smell of those flowers I kept in the vase the other day is still fresh in my room. Mumma, why are you crying looking at my pictures? I swear It didn’t hurt much. The cut was deep and initially it pained a lot but then I couldn’t feel anything. My hand was all numb. Sleep was taking over the pain I had. I was loosing my sight. Maybe because of the watery eyes but there was a deep darkness surrounded all around me. I could not see or feel anything. No, I wasn’t scared of the darkness anymore. It was like I was sleeping in your lap and nothing could hurt me now.

This pain was a lot less than what I felt when he touched me. It was nothing in comparison to the pain he gave when he tore my blouse and slapped me. I was shouting and crying for help but nobody listened. I tried to run but that devil pulled me and forced himself all over me. When he was done, he didn’t even bothered to put a piece of cloth over me. I was lying there for hours -naked and all bruised. But now mumma, I am free, free from all the pain and torture. I am going mumma. I told you and all you asked me to stay quite. Now don’t cry please. I love you and papa but I couldn’t live with that pain anymore. I will miss you mom. Bye”

This is the story of every girl who has been a victim of rape. When she tries to raise her voice she is made to sit down quietly. Even if she manages to gather some courage and stand against the cruel act, she is treated with a disgust and all the blame is forced upon her. Why? Just because she is a girl? Women are even scared to share such incidents with their friends and family because they know they will be blamed and their family won’t support her.

In the end the girl is left with no choice but suicide. This is not done. Suicide shall not be the only way to get free from all sorrows and pain. Why victim has to suffer and the rapist run free? Girls are not weak. They are strong, stronger than any men. If not physically then emotionally. You are not any less independent. So stand for yourself. Stand for the injustice done to you. Tell your parents. File a report. You raise one voice and there will definitely be 10 other voices to join you. Remember you are not alone! the person in the mirror is always with you. How are you going to face that person? So be strong enough and fight for your right.

Girls don’t want to be worshipped as goddess, keep that for holy cows. Atleast treat us equal. At least stop dominating us. Atleast stop raping us! The problem is not with the girls , or their short dress or them being drunk. The real problem is in the eye of the beholder. Let’s just respect women becaus she is one of the most amazing creation. You don’t have to make her you sister , mother or wife to respect her. Just respect her no matter what.

A drunk girl should not be treated as an opportunity but a responsibility! Her short clothes don’t give you invitation for raping her or even commenting her. She has more of male friends, that doesn’t make her a slut. She is as normal as you are. Just don’t treat her like a sex toy. She is a human too. Love her. Respect her


Help Yourself…


On boarding a flight, the airplane crew always shows some “safety drills: which are required to be known by the passengers, in case if any emergency falls. The crew tells us various safety measures that must be taken in any such situation like not moving off the chair, fastening the seat belts or wearing the oxygen mask in case of low air pressure. It is always advisable to wear your own mask first and then to help the children and the elderly person, because if you don’t wear your oxygen mask first there are chances that you may faint and then you can definitely not help any other person around.

Similarly, all the professions teach us the same thing i.e., to help ourselves before helping the world! How can a doctor treat his patients if he is himself ill? How can a saint help you sort your religious issues if he himself has the devil hidden inside him? How can a financial advisor help you if he himself is bankrupt? Why do we seek for help outside? Why do we find other people “perfect” for sorting out the troubles of our very own life? What if that “person” is having the same kind of trouble that you are facing? And he is not letting you know because this will lower his reputation in front of you. How can such person sort your complicated life?  You might be sitting beside the deeply broke person and you would not even know that.

Nobody in this world can help you better that you yourself (mark my words). We know our threshold power, our limitations and the point till where we can push ourselves up even in the hardest times. All we need is to know ourselves a little more. If we are locked in the dark room, we are the ones who will try and find the way out in the light, people will not come from outside and get a candle for us. We will either have to burn ourselves to light up or get degraded in the darkness- the choice is all ours.

Why is it so hard to listen to the voice of your inner soul? Don’t be afraid to see the devil side of ours, no matter how dark it is; in the end it is a part of you. So gear up, take a deep breathe and move on the mission- Help yourself!



Together forever

I adore the moon lit night,

and the stars shinning bright.

The chilling cold breeze,

the wobbling trees.

Reminds me of the time,

when everything was fine.

Life was perfect and a total bliss.

No colours in the rainbows  were left for me to miss,

Now life has taken a u-turn.

Yesterday seems like a picture to burn.

Hues of the canvas have faded,

watches world seems dull and degraded.

Moving like a soul-less creature,

Everything to me is blocked in a picture,

Nothing seems right when you’re not here.

i wish I could fly away and meet you some where.

I know one day will come,

the sun will shine.

Bring along with it,

Another ray of hope.

Never back down, the inner soul says,

Life again will bright up with these shining rays.

so open up your heart and give me a smile,

for we are meant to walk together a mile.

together forever for years to come,

And years to come again and pass by.

Mr. Kind


When I was a kid

There’s a thing I did

I planted a tree

To get some fruits for free

I named it Mr. Kind

And loved it so blind

Every evening we used to meet

Played around and greet

Upon its branches I did hung

Cherished its fruits with my tongue

From cycle to motor car

I grew up like a star

I grew older and became a champion

Among the new friends, I forgot an old companion

Hues of canvas changed with season

Interests changed without any reason

I’m rich, I’m smart, I’m young and wild

With new blood line, I’m not that child

Time passed and years gone by

Feel lonely, alone – I don’t know why?

Came the old age with lots of pain

Dragging the guilt of loss with a bound chain

Dragging the chain, I stand with heavy chest

At a place where I once did left

The leaves, the fruits, the branches all withered

Of the tree that once stood with all its strength

Saw me and smiled like always, Mr. Kind

Love and compassion he had in mind

My leaves have faded, can’t give you shadow

My branches not strong but good enough to build a condo

My fruits all dried

I’m old and fried

But you can rest for long

I was waiting for you since that last song

You left me untold

All alone, blue and so cold

Listening his story, tears dropped from my eye

Feeling the guilt, my heart sobbed at a pitch so high

Apologized for mistake and promised this time

To never leave the loved one for money and wine

With all love in heart he opened his arms

Grabbed me in the warmth of his heavenly charms

Meeting him again in the dark days of our lives

I understood the actual meaning of these lines

Love is pure, forever and kind

It holds no lies or unfaithful mind.

My Apologies…

Hi friends

How are you all? I hope you all are doing great. I know that from the past few months I have been out of blogging. Even after being told by many of my friends I wasn’t able to pen-down anything. From last few months I have been going to “n” number of transitions and also, there have been lots of things happening in my life- some good, some really bad , while some were really very unexpected. There are many awards that I need to thank for; many friends I need to appreciate & nominate and lot more to do. I was so much surrounded by these high tides of my life that I wasn’t able to see the sea shore. But now I am kind of in a better mode. I have lots to tell and a lot more to share. But before that I would like to apologise to all my friends for the fact that I have made them wait a lot. Hope that you guys will forgive me for making you all wait for so long.
With love,

30 minutes journey


Somebody has rightly said “Life is a journey”  and i completely agree with that person. In fact i believe, life is merely not a single journey, it is indeed a combination of various small journeys  that teaches one or the other thing to a person and leave and ever lasting impact on his or her life. Today in this article, i am going to talk about one such journey of mine, which was for few hours but have left an everlasting impact on my mind forever.

Delhi metro services- one of the best and the most commonly used transportation means in Delhi, it do not need and sort of introduction. But for the ones who don’t know it, let me tell you- few decades back METROS were once those trains which can only be seen in discovery channel or in some hi-fi  foreign magazines and in developed nations.But now, it is  a part and parcel of daily routine of people in India (especially in Delhi). It carries thousands of people having million of dreams in their eyes, some shattered  hopes, some carrying the new ray of hope while others are just clueless about their ACTUAL DESTINATION of life.

One day i was going to Delhi and  was as usual travelling in metro. I was standing in the extreme corner and started to observe different people (you find some really funny people here).I could see hundred of faces in which some were few were busy reading news paper/magazines, some lost in another world of music,some were late for office, some were eagerly waiting for next person to get up so that they can hop on to their seat (MEAN!! isn’t it ) , some even offered their seats to the needy (and maximum of them took it off from them) while  the rest of them were busy making their own dream castles. (Oh god! the whole scenario was so hilarious)

Like any other station, metro halted at this station too, people pushed themselves out and others helped themselves to move inside moving aside the huge crowd and as the doors of the metro were about to close-  four ladies out of nowhere just jumped inside the train. They couldn’t help themselves and were laughing out loud on the brave (although that was stupid – Never try this at home :p ).They all had a spark on their face, a sizzling smile and a beauty that attracted everyone in the coach.

Observing from a distance, i could see them moving their hands so abruptly, talking and laughing-their expression was conveying all the message and i was finding it all so fascinating. “Two women can never stay quite” -source: unknown (no offence). This quote however proved to be partially wrong on them. Partially wrong?  You wonder what do i mean by it – right?

Here you go- these ladies were just like any other women-they had kids, had to cook food daily as per the liking of the family, take care of their daily needs, handle their job issues, bring joy in the family .  spend time with them and most important of all- try to built a new identity for herself without losing the respect , care and support of her family and friends. BUT!! That’s not all-these ladies in any of the normal language were incapable to speak or hear, but in my perception and according to me they were BLESSED by god and gifted by a special talent to – EXPRESS. We all are able to speak, write, listen and even talk but many of us are unable to EXPRESS themselves. While this talent or rather gift was with each of them. They neither had boundary of words, any language nor do they had any sort of vacuum lying among them. With their graceful hand moments and dark, strong yet very intense face expressions they were able to convey their message so beautifully.

They did not need any verbal promise or any sort of affidavit- they were mutually bonded together with the bind if love, friendship and above all the bond of oneness. Their carefree nature took my heart. As they sat close to me, i could even observe them better which made me feel so comfortable around them. They were shining bright and igniting the whole place with their spark.

The whole journey with them lasted for just about 30 minutes but this have left an everlasting impression on my heart. Now i strongly believe that god is never UNFAIR to anyone, If he takes away something, he surely gives something else to you- all you need is to understand your strong point and turn your weakness to your strong character so that no one can ever underestimate you.

Always remember “ No one in this whole world have the power to make you feel low or small, unless you give them the right to attack or an opportunity to be dominating on you.” In those 30 minutes- i learnt a new lesson of my life and those four ladies became an inspiring soul for me. Similarly, we should always do such things which inspire others and encourage them to do the right things.


This article hereby i dedicate to those four strangers who in a 30 minute journey became a source of inspiration for the rest of my life.


Here I am writing a blog on one of the top rated and most used social site FACEBOOK. One of my blogger friend Sahil Mehta asked me to write on. Hope you enjoy it.


A wonderful web of gossip and lies

Lead to addiction & took over on our lives.

The regular social network race

Makes people meet in the cyberspace.


A network that’s trendy and in good look

Is called the mighty – FACEBOOK.

It took me a little while

To fill most of my profile.


Rising sun or the dark night

Facebook status has to be right.

Frequency of chat increases to double,

When exams are approaching and head is in trouble.


No matter you sneeze, sick or fall in love

Update a status which is liked by some.

Some douche, some cool while some were best,

Here I get some never ending friend request.


Now it’s a tough time

I am going on a vacation.

But let me first check

If I have any notification.


Like candle to a flame

It’s always the same.

Logging out is not easy

Even if you’re too busy.


Ending up the day on computer screen

Is it really enjoyable or is it now a routine?

When I wish not to chat online

I turn my facebook on a mode called “OFFLINE”.


Facebook has done some good deed

It had helped many in need.

Now they say they do not smoke

They rather go to facebook and poke.


Facebook have got me

And it will never be done.

One question still to be answered to

You’re using me Or Am I using you?

Ok you won and I lose the fight

Because I cannot live without a glance on your site.

But there is a world that I have to face

A world away from social networking and cyberspace.


A world that’s real and more intense

A world that hides its 6th sense.

Facebook is a blessing in itself complete

It connects me to friends that I’ll ever meet.


The social networking is all so confusing

Has become an addiction, hard to get rid of using.

One question still to be answered to

You’re using me Or Am I using you?