Monday, 17 August 2015

M to D - Be a little less exhausted and live a little more

"Mom?", I peeped in through the half closed door. Seeing her room lit up at this hour of the night, I thought I'd check in on her. 

"Hi baby. Umm, wait there. Hold on I'll come out." she replied, but it was already too late. I entered and saw her trying to make her way from under a heap of clothes. She was sitting on a small stool in front of her wardrobe and nearly half of her sarees and her kurtas and her patiyalas were out of the cupboard, either on her head, some on her shoulder, some in her lap and others scattered around on the floor and the bed. I could see a certain pattern in the scatteredness of the clothes.

Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Five Sentence Fiction- Scorching



This post is linked to- Five Sentence Fiction by Lillie McFerrin


When I was young, they asked me to write about characters that feel real, introduce conflict, serve a point, be honest to your work and of course, take risks. Mindful of these qualities, I finally set out to write this book, which you generously tagged "a book of masturbation".

I made Arnold so real that most 14 year boys could see them in him and you put a ban on the book in schools across NY.

Monday, 15 June 2015

Energized with #MaxFreshMove

I am blogging for #MaxFreshMove activity at BlogAdda.com. Are you?

So I'm gonna talk about how some exuberating music and enthusiastic grooving made a sad and lifeless situation nothing less than a joy to live! 

I work with an event management team. We became excessively excited when we heard from two amazing artists, Anushka Manchanda and Allu Arjun. Who doesn't know these two? 

Saturday, 9 May 2015

Five Sentence Fiction: Memories



This post is linked to : Lillie McFerrin Writes- Five Sentence Fiction- Memories


I paced forward with all my strength and ran as fast as I could. But I couldn't have possibly saved my ass, the giant snowball slid down the slope at thrice my speed, engulfing all smaller objects along it's way- including me. 

Friday, 1 May 2015

Saturday Photohunt- Youth

I've missed quite a few weeks at Saturday Photohunts, but now I'm back and all for good! Hello guys, how've you been?

Here is my photo of "youth". 
This is one of my favorite photos of me and a very dear friend. It was clicked in Udaipur, India, while we were there working for an NGO. It was a time I was entering my youth and all that follows. The photo brings back only happy memories and I think the quote does justice.




“Youth has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” 
― Franz Kafka

Sunday, 22 March 2015

Celebrating International Day of Happiness

As Mahatma Gandhi once said,
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.

How many of us are truly happy? Men, for billions of years now, have searched for happiness in everything around him. In his deed, in his words, in other’s deeds, in other’s words, in his surroundings, in whatever you can think of now, you search for happiness. They say the most important thing is to enjoy your life—to be happy—it's all that matters. Instead of looking for happiness in the bigger things of life, why don’t we start with the little things in life that make us happy? After all, the ultimate aim is to lead a happy life, always!

Sunday, 15 March 2015

We are together in this journey


My college was in Delhi and I was from Shimla. The distance between my home in Shimla and my hostel in Delhi was something around 400Kms, an 8 hour drive. I usually went back to Shimla once a month atleast to meet my mother, who lived there alone.

Hostel was mostly nice except my roommate. I found him very annoying and irritating. He was one filthy human being. Never kept his area of the room clean, didn't wash his clothes for weeks, there were his socks, his shirts, his shoes, his video games and his books all scattered across the room and on his bed but he hardly was bothered. I couldn't take this dirtiness and I often complained to him about it, all in vain.

Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Starting a new life

She had lived in Jambusar all her life. She was born there, she grew up there, she got married there, she raised her children there. As far as her mind could reach back in time to reveal memories, all were connected with Jambusar. She remembered how in her childhood she played with her friends and siblings around the biggest banyan tree then. She remembered hiding around clock towers, walking past Chotu ka Dhaba on her way to school and crossing railway lines to reach the market. She remembered celebrating Diwali and Holi with the people in Jambusar. As she grew up, the city grew with her. Chotu ka Dhaba was now an A.C. Restaurant and access to the market was made much more easier through fly over constructions. She got married in the well-known Devi ka mandir in Jambusar where devotees from across the country came to pray. Her children studied in the same school as hers, which was now bigger and better equipped.

Monday, 9 March 2015

My Look Up Story

This post has been written as a part of the happy hours on indiblogger.
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I wasn't born like most of you reading this post. I wasn't born a child whose parents would be blessed. I wasn't born a child who could create an impact on his world through great speeches, however great my thoughts were. I wasn't a person people would want to listen to. When I started speaking, yes I turned heads, but they only laughed at me. I had a lisp. The sentence you'd take 10 seconds to speak, I apparently took 2minutes to say. And by the end of the sentence, People would actually forget the first part of the sentence! It was disheartening to look at their faces while I spoke.