I was never perplexed and bewildered like this ever before, as I’m these days. Just a few months ago, and my thoughts were sailing all smooth and I dreamed of a life; like many other else. And then, as they say, few things just happen at the right time and at the right place and one such was in the month of May and June, when I did an internship on Backend Development in Gurgaon. Continue reading “Dichotomies Of Choices”
“May be, it’s supposed to be this way or may be it’s never meant to be.” No matter, how hard you try to be resolute; there are occasions in life; when the heart quietly steals a moment and questions thoughts that are scary and imprudent. All, I wish, at those times is simply, ‘I just wasn’t an over thinker’.
It’s all happening at a time; when impending career goal isn’t allowing you to sleep and the urge of her innocence freezes a moment for you. Sometimes, I wonder, isn’t this all a fairy tale?
” To the first five years; when we never talked. To the next two, when phone calls were the only solace. To the next one and then the three years that graced with three meeting; remember eleven year is just a number.” (42,782 was also a number, though!)
May be she seems so original or may be she is made so; to diffuse happiness wherever she wanders, the heart always gets a reason to impound. I can write all day along on her but I fear being griefed and I fear being lost.
At times you feel quite prevailing too. Hadn’t been an essence of such tangling affairs; the spirit of great literature wouldn’t have survived so long. (You feel it a Shakespearean conspiracy!) I wish, I’m a fool because the impeding fear of her for me, is always scary. May be a day, the heart stops beating or may be a day …………………………! (And as they say, every story is tragic, if you wait long enough. Let’s end this blog.) I wish, I could read people’s mind! I wish, I read her mind.
हुमेंस ऑफ़ न्यू यॉर्क को तो सबने सुन रखा होगा, लेकिन में ब्रैंडन को नहीं जानता था। सचमुच नहीं जानता था। लेकिन किसी का लाल माइक ले कर, समाज के ऐसे तबको की कहानियों को टेलेविज़न स्क्रीन पे लाना और उसे बेहद ही सहज और अलग तरीके से बताना, मुझे प्रवावित कर गया था। मुझे शायद ये बात समझ आने लगी थी की हर सुपर हीरो इंस्टाग्राम के फ़िल्टर और टेलेविज़न के स्क्रीन से नहीं दिखता, हमारे और आपके आसपास अनगिनत, असंख्यक सुपरहीरो रहते हैं जो तमाम मुश्किलातों के बाद भी हर चीज़ से लड़ रहे होते हैं।
The ‘Master Slave’ society which is sublimely called as Patriarchy has historically manifested itself in the social, economic, legal and political organisations of many culture. Both the present and the past is a reminder that most cultures throughout the world have been patriarchal and this inevitable realism has quite often lead patriarchy to portray men as the perpetrator and women as the victim beside flaunting and stereotyping men as a symbol of transcendent strength and protector and women as an undisputed emblem of weakness and fragility.
At 7.50 p.m., Doordarshan announced that Prime Minister Narendra Modi will address the nation at 8 p.m. It seemed like an ordinary address but the Prime Minister came up with something, which was unprecedented, groundbreaking and historic.
Just after the night, we set blaze gazillions of fire-crackers, the rockets, the bombs and the chakris, the air around the urban centres in Northern India has turned awfully pure. The Air Pollution Index (API) has scaled faster than the Salman Khan’s box office collection, driving in smog in headlights has became a delight in Delhi and the hazier, contaminated azure is giving déjà vu. The comatose ‘Environmental Education’ textbooks have suddenly started rejoicing after they overheard that the pollution level during ‘Diwali’ in 2016 is far greater than 2015. Even the phrase ‘awareness can help us to curb pollution’ can’t hold it’s obnoxious smile.
‘Mom, it’s just that I am quite weak in this subject. Plant physiology is not my cup of tea.’
I said as I put down the mark sheet bearing the poor grades in biology. Mom picked it up and laughed, ‘and this is how a doctor ‘s daughter is supposed to be.’ Continue reading “Mom, today I write this for you.”
On the first of October, in the annual marketing fest, Insight 2016 of the India’s premier B-school, IIM Ahmedabad, came a big delight in the speakers’ series. Many of us there essentially didn’t recognise who the speaker was but the couch -‘Creator of the Mauka Mauka advt.’ below his portrait on the gigantic screen bound many, not to leave the Ravi J. Matthai auditorium for the next hour.
‘You are more dangerous to this country than Maoists and terrorists. Don’t dare speak over me!’
These were the words of outraged Arnab Goswami to Umar Khalid during JNU ruckus.
‘Pradhan Mantri ji, aapki foreign policy kaafi achi rahi hai. Your speech to the US Congress was a humorous one and liked by all.’ These again were the words of the same Arnab Goswami while interviewing Narendra Modi. Continue reading “You are more dangerous to this country than Maoists!”