Don't ever go to CCD - you make a better one!

Life at office can be great if your colleagues become your best of friends. I mean you share jokes, share lunch, laugh at the same stuff, bitch about your boss and what not…One thing I have learned from life that no day is complete without a hearty laughter and when you have friends and family who think alike nothing can be better than that.

November 8, 2014 will be marked as one most hilarious and fun days of my life. That day when my friend and I were coming from office, we decided to have coffee on the Rajiv Chowk metro station and that marked as a turning point in our friendship…They say a lot can happen over coffee and they are actually right! No we did not change our preferences; we still are attracted to the opposite gender. But yeah a lot happened…we made a promise to each other and made a decision that we will abide for our lifetime… ‘That we will never visit CCD again’

Let me narrate you from the beginning…we entered Café coffee Day, took a corner seat because the centre ones were all filled. (Of course that is just an excuse; we would go for corner seat even otherwise). We got seated, I took the sofa seat and she sat on the chair…We went there to have some mature discussion about life and stuff and of course to have coffee. Right after five minutes she went to place an order and came back all smiling at me…I can never forget that face of hers…she sat quietly without saying anything and I asked for the bill and that’s where the fun starts…The bill had an amount of whooping 780Rs. It was hilarious in a shocking kind of way…I mean really two cups of coffee for that much amount! I Still can’t believe it! We saw the bill and literally forgot everything. We laughed like hell and came to following conclusions:

• ·         We will never come to CCD again…
• ·         Even if we come we will not place a senseless order.
• ·         We will think thrice before placing an order.
• ·         Two cups of coffee at 780/- @ CCD = 20 coffees @ Mc Donalds
• ·         My friend will never take my advise while ordering anytime we go out…(She has literally put a ban on my ordering)

After this incident we both have realized that how foolishly we spend on things that are not even worth…Yes that coffee was not even worth! Our office boy makes a better one!

We have to give it a thought before we enter such hotels and restaurants before we end up loosing all our money to them. They serve us shit and we people buy that shit because it is expensive and served in a fancy bowl…

It was a Stupid Saturday! This incident will always make me laugh!

Thanks Kanika

We are Mutual Murderers! (Societal Eclipse)

Change is a constant variable. And I wonder why our society is not changing. Last write up that I wrote I very proudly proclaimed that it is not the age that is important but the right match. I now think I was wrong… Rather I am proven wrong. In India our whole life is centered towards marriage, we have to study hard to get a good match; we have to earn good to be a suitable match…everything we do should be socially acceptable to live a life, or in other words to find a match. I always thought that education helps in reformation…but seems in India even education is a hopeless tool because more than education it is the society that plays an important role in our decision making. It is not the educated mind that takes the decision but the mind that is molded by society. It seems that we have been blinded by the pointless counters of society. Reasons and logic do not seem to work with society! We let the people around us control our lives to an extent that we no longer respect our lives. It’s true that a man is the product of the society he lives in; and a lame society gives birth to a lame man and a lame mind.  India is the best example of a worthless society, where a 29 year old girl is forced to commit suicide just because she did not get a suitable match.

I was taken aback when I read this news.  A well educated girl of a very well educated family (mother-principal, father-doctor) hanged herself to death just because she did not get a right match. Honestly, at first I thought she was stupid to have done this, I actually cursed her for committing a crime like this…not taking life seriously…but to think of it on a deeper level it is not suicide but murder. We murdered her. We who make this society are murders. It was a cold blooded murder. I feel guilty because I am as much a part of society as anyone else.

When I was writing the last write up, it was on a very light note that I mentioned about it…I never thought that someone can be a victim on that level. This makes me think and question the progress that we claim to make. We are not progressing, we are regressing because I am sure incidents like this did not happen in ancient India, where a girl had to kill herself just because she is 29 and not married.  I know I am talking of an altogether different India but if this is the state of present India then it is better we do not progress. It is the societal eclipse that we are encountering, oblivion that it will engulf all of us. We are nurturing darkness in the garb of our futile and fatal societal norms.

Suicide is anyway illogical but I have never heard of a more illogical reason than this one.

May her soul rest in peace!

Marriage - Right age or right match?

Two decades and seven years have passed, quite a lot of time to think of it. Everybody says it is time to tie a knot and some even say that I am past the perfect age of getting married. Really! I want to ask what actually is the perfect age to get …….? I am sure everybody would have a different number in their mind. Let me share with you my experience, the reasons I have listened to. The marriage drama at my home started at the age of 21.Thankfully my parents were not involved then, they knew that it was indeed a tender age to be married. I still remember how in one of the marriage functions, one of our loud relatives pointed me out and told my parents about the prospective party. I just stood dumbstruck over there…really didn’t know how to react back then! Well my parents handled the situation wisely. Now to think of it if I would have got married at that time, things would
 have been a lot different…firstly I would not be writing this, secondly happiness and freedom would have been a question mark and what not…Mind you the last statement about happiness and freedom is not a statement against marriage, it was about the after effects! ;) I am not at all against marriage, rather marriage makes me very hopeful and worried about my soul mate because he would have to bear with me not matter what!

Coming back to the right age for marriage…I think the right age for marriage will always be a controversial, at least in the Indian context. Some say that the right age for girls to get married is right after their graduation when they are 20-21 years old…I really don’t understand what makes them think that way. A girl who hardly knows the worldly ways is expected to take care of a family and a full grown immature (sometimes). And when a girl turns 25, people bombard her and her parents with all stupid questions they can think of, for instance- ‘has she chosen someone already’ or ‘r u not searching a groom for her’ or ‘have you registered on a matrimonial site?’ and what not. I personally find this matrimonial business a little funny, I mean c’mon! My mother too goes crazy sometimes she makes search a prospective groom on a matrimonial site…and I always find it funny, making fun of the profiles with my siblings and it becomes epic when my mother too joins in the fun…

And when you are past 25 forget about relatives your friends too join the brigade with them…to be precise all the married friends. Their simple question like ‘when are you getting married’ with a special stress on you, leaves you speechless. I swear you don’t want to talk to them again…just because they are married doesn’t mean that was the right age to get married. Now if I continue writing I may write something offensive... so here I put my thoughts on hold.

At last I want to say it is not the right age but the right person that matters!

Too Good a Thought!

Today when I am writing, a lot of things are clustered in my mind. There is no one thought that I have in my mind. I am feeling very oxymoronish at this time. I think it is very poetic to feel like that, but at the same time complex. I always thought I would lead a simple life unaware that life hardly gives anyone that chance. It is kind of funny! At least I find it that way.  But somehow I will not let life complicate my life.  As of now I am more interested in putting my unnecessary thoughts at ease rather than discussing life at large. People say meditation is the key; I wish that was that easy for me too.

I don’t know about others but I am somehow scared of my thoughts sometimes and frankly speaking it is not me who put them there it is the people. (God that again is a hopeless thought!) OK I agree the thoughts are mine hence I am the mother. Hmm… Mother is a heavy word, that means my thoughts become my responsibility, oh God I am on a roll mother, responsibility…Does that mean like a good mother I would have to take care of my babies and also others’ if they come across me. The thoughts that others produce are sometimes the consequences of my thoughts. Seems as if there is a whole reproductive system that is being operated!  If the thoughts are mine than I am the mother and if I am cause of the thought than I am the father…haha Funny it is! But very true!  Being aware what thoughts can cause, I will try to be a good mother and a father too.

I will wait for the day when people also realize that and become good parents.

A Page from Sita Maa's Dairy

I feel so very blessed that I was sent in exile.

When I married Ram I was encountered with mixed feelings. I was happy to an extent that I wanted to freeze that moment but with happiness I had a doubt in my mind, doubt in regards to the time that my husband would be spending with me. I loved him dearly and dreamt about spending every hour of my day with my beloved husband, but I knew that being the eldest son he will soon have to take the throne in his command. The very idea used to make me sad as that would mean very less quality time with him. Though being a King’s daughter I was prepared for it but still had a longing for being with him all the time. And when I almost resigned myself to fate of not having much time to spend with my husband, fate changed its course. My husband was given orders to go in exile for fourteen years taking me along. Frankly I felt sad in the beginning when I heard of this dreadful punishment for no reason as such. I pitied my fate and not later but sooner I realized that it was not actually a punishment but a blessing in disguise. Going in exile will mean all my husband’s time will be mine. No interruptions will be encountered. I felt the joy kindling my heart. When we were leaving the palace I held my husband’s hand and could see the same joy in his eyes and I fell in love with him one more time. I was proud of him for the sacrifice he was making for his father’s honour and how super calm he looked.

 I was very excited; every atom in my body was thrilled for this new expedition of my life.

On our journey we encountered many beautiful places which I knew existed but never thought of visiting them. Every place I visited with my husband appeared even more beautiful. One could not have asked more from life. There I was with the Mother Nature drinking the beauty of the time and wishing the time to cease. Surrounded by beautiful flowers I enjoyed every second of the journey. Watching sunset and sunrise with my husband was only a dream which came true. I felt to be the luckiest woman on the planet Earth to have had the longest honey moon period of fourteen years. Never in history or never will there be in future would a woman have such a golden period. Love and happiness was all around and that became one of the reasons of naming my sons Luv and Khush. I am truly blessed to have Ram in my life and to have spent fourteen golden years with him.  

Legendary Politicians!

          Criticism usually makes one feeble and constant criticism can be fatal, but these politicians are an exception. Hats off to them! They get criticized and even cursed but not even a single strand on them gets affected. Wow! They stand straight in the face of it and don’t let their goal get side washed. They patiently wait for the goal accomplishment. We really should learn from them. The courage they showcase in a public rally is commendable; they speak with such awe in spite of the fact that several jokes are being circulated on them. They say ‘Ignorance is bliss’, but they are no ignorant and still so very blissful, they are fully aware what public thinks of them…Thanks to the media. But still nothing wavers them not even a literal slap in the face.

They are similar to the legend of phoenix (a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated or reborn). I would even say that they have out beaten the phoenix also as the poor bird takes several years to get regenerated or reborn but they are reborn in every five years during elections and remain dead for rest of the time. Legendary it is! 

I wish we all were made up of the same metal as our dear politicians. The blood that runs in their veins has to have some magical powers for sure. And I am sure there is some rocket science behind it…obviously which we common people cannot understand. I don’t know whether they were born with the bold nerve or developed it, but whatever it is ‘janta maaf nahi karegi tumhe!’ I mean I seriously wish I could find an escape route from my workplace and do nothing but complain and to top it all stand strong when I don’t get the desired promotion. (Shit I can’t do that, I am weak!) Also I want to give a presentation without prior preparation on the facts and ending the presentation with a superfluous slogan, (something like ‘mein desh nahi mitne dunga, mein desh nahi jhukne dunga’…) and get applauded for it. Man I so very wish for it. But I am no politician.

Supernatural they seem to me…Yes and I have all respect for them in the world because obviously they remain calm, composed and serene in the time of crises and once again it is a rocket science. How do they bloody do it! And nowadays even the tag of Common Man is also helping. I am sure that topi is bewitched.

A tribute to Sunny Leone

               It is something that we all like to indulge in but we happen to talk ill about it…especially when we see somebody else humoring into it. Hypocrites that we are…I was reading the newspaper the other day and happened to read that Sunny Leone was not allowed to promote her latest flick in one of the states. I was literally shocked. How can they do that to her? She was called bad names… Sunny, we all know her and I can bet there is hardly any person who…huh! Bloody double standards. Grow up guys! Admit it…No, this is not a women-are-not-respected-in- India issue. It is completely different, it is Indians-love-being-assholes issue. I must say that the Indians are far too foolhardy. I am not here to promote Sunny’s ex profession not by any means; neither do I have any such intentions. But yes I do have acknowledged Sunny’s intentions to start afresh. We are a country where the politicians can do all the dog stuff sitting in the parliament and the same politicians get the right to accuse Sunny. Wow! A round of applause for such moronness! I firmly believe that the society we live in is a reflection of ourselves…So if there is a whole industry that runs on this particular business it is because we demand for it. We are the ones who make this ****industry work and then we are the one who tries to inflate our bloody egos by talking against it…Funny it is! It is as if an infant playing with his favorite toy, it plays with it, throws it and then gets back to it. We are so confused, we like sunny when we are alone and we hate her when we are with someone…Damn! No words for this bloody attitude! Entangled in our own uproar of activities we completely forget that it is our fellow creature that we are accusing for something we should be accused for…Everybody has a dark side but the real human being is who overpowers the darkness by the light that he has within.

In the end, I just want say that the people who want a ban on Sunny Leone, I would like their cell phone and laptop content to go viral… with their bloody names of course then they would realize how fuckedup they are…

Even Frogs Marry!

Once there was a frog, his parents were looking for a suitable match for him. In the process they posted an ad for him on the matrimonial site. 

The ad went like this:

Groom Profile:

Our son is a rare species and is an excellent hunter and doesn't let go any prey from his clutch, the female would never have to hunt for prey. We have our own family pond surrounded by beautiful plants and two our very own trees, which we have rented to crows. The rent is enough for all us to survive. The prospect is our eldest son and works in a Multinational museum where he gets free stay and free food. The groom will take the bride with him to the museum. The groom is well qualified; he has done Bachelors in Frogology from the Institute of Frogology , Germany. He is very athletic.

Bride’s Profile:

The girl should be beautiful .She should be ready to settle abroad as our son plans to apply for a job in New York City. She should be well versed with the frog ways. She should have a strong family background. We will prefer a bride who can change colors as per her surroundings, a perfect mix of modernity and ethnicity.

So this was the matrimonial ad that the parents gave for the groom, and as expected they got a lot of reverts, and finally they shortlisted one. All were pretty excited. The meeting was set to happen. The frog was all set to meet his future bride. The venue was finalized for the meeting; it was an exquisite pond in the city’s biggest mall. Both the families gathered at the venue, the boy was dressed plainly in a hat and the girl too was simply dressed. They both jumped aside after taking the permission of their elders. They chatted for half an hour, the topic that struck was their food preferences. The frog was amazed when he found that their likes and dislikes are same. The families also liked each other and they fixed their marriage. The marriage was fixed to happen in the monsoon.

The day finally came. The arrangements were all made. The venue was the musical fountain in the temple-cum-museum. It was a perfect venue which the bride and groom had themselves finalized for their wedding. The bride’s parents were hesitant first as the cost involved was high but they agreed as she was the only daughter among ten sons.

They were around 100 guests gathered around the fountain to watch the couple. The guest was served with the crickets, which they enjoyed a lot. Every frog was talking about the beautiful arrangements. The ceremonies were performed and they were declared husband and wife. They both jumped together to take the blessings of their elders.

And then they both lived happily ever after.

Live a little Differently!

The ways of world are strange; we all talk about peace and love. I am sure everybody wants them badly in their lives. I am 26 and up till now I have not met a single person who said that he is content enough or loved enough. It’s said that man is the only being who can achieve anything he wishes for…true it is looking at the progress the world has made. Then does that mean that man never wanted love and peace in the first place. Or it can be that they wish for the two but are more interested in the opposite. Don’t know really! I have heard a lot of people say –“My life is very complex”, I then tell them “Make it simple then”, and in return I get an answer, “You won’t understand.”(huh) I wish I can tell them that I don’t want to understand, it’s you who have to understand.

The problem is that we have forgotten to be grateful. Yes you heard it right, ‘Be Grateful’. Rather, I will go to an extent of saying that, ‘Being grateful to everything around is the key to inner joy.’ And once you are happy inside you automatically feel loved and experience peace. Once just once be appreciative to everything that you encounter, to the sunrise, the sunset, the color of your room, your neighbors (even if they are always ready for a fight), the birds, the blue sky complementing the green leaves…From people to things, from things to situations or incidents everything, look at them with the feeling of gratefulness. Your world is sure to change then. Once you start being appreciative of things you will notice the beauty that was up till now unnoticed, you will be amazed at what you were missing… As I mentioned before you will feel loved, and you know feeling loved is the best feeling one can experience.

Ok let me ask you something, how do you feel when nobody appreciates your efforts? Very bad right! I feel heartbroken! Remember that everything that you notice and leave unnoticed from the sunrise to the shinning moon is all set for you. Everything that happens in your life is happening for you. They are all there for your entertainment. Be thankful to them!  By being appreciative of things, peace will automatically reside in your heart. Gratitude takes you a long way! Let's live a little differently from now!

I am very grateful to you for reading it! Thanks!

Why do I fall!

A leaf falling from the tree was filled with sorrow,

Escorted by the wind she was about to meet her deadly fate.

She had anger brimming her soul as she was about to touch her reality.

She looked at the tree with all the hope that he might save her from her dreadful fate.

The tree bent down with the longing to hold her but to no avail, her fate was decided.

Both of them were hoping against hope.

Their love for each other was apparent to everybody present over there.

It was witnessed by the earth, the bushes that lay there, every insect that dwell on the bark, the wind and the neighboring trees. Everybody felt the sadness in the air.

The hopeless leaf requested the wind to let her embrace the tree for the last time.

The wind very gently obeyed her and granted her wish.

And both of them got a chance to embrace each other.

Even the wind stood still for a moment, to absorb the beauty.

As she hugged the tree she was filled with fear, fear to loose him forever, fear of losing her identity forever.  This fear made her cling to him even tighter.

The wind then held her from the arm and took her with it.

Come and read to me

All my life I have waited for you
I know you are the one who' ll love me for true.
Ages have past as I stand here
And now I lay in front of you my thoughts bare.
You have to open the locks with the key
Come and read to me

I will shower all my love
As God has sent you for me from above.
You will always hold a sacred place in my heart
And I will always b honest to you on my part.
Together we will make a beautiful family tree
Come and read to me.


My soul will get all the pleasure
The happiness would be beyond the measure, when you would read to me.
You are my he and I m your she
Come and read to me.

A subject less talked about...

The subject that I have chosen today fills me with the risk of getting exposed. As every living human being is most afraid of getting exposed so am I. Everybody to some extent gets fidgety when their feelings touch the ground of exposure. To be specific I am talking only about the over sensitive feelings…not just any feelings. Let me remind myself that some people are brave enough for not guarding their feelings and prove to be a great warrior in the battlefield called Life. But I am no great warrior; I am but a plain and fearful being that is afraid of getting exposed. At a slightest indication of getting exposed I hide myself in a cocoon, rarely then I trouble myself of coming out…the people who have known me might think otherwise though…I am sure you must be thinking of what the subject might be.

Let me introduce the subject to you, it is…

But wait the fear of getting exposed is not letting me come up with the subject. The feeling that I am experiencing right now is of the same kind when I happened to propose someone. Before I touch base on the subject let me narrate this incident to you. Don’t worry I will not go into the details… so the incident goes like this, I happen to call this guy whom I thought to be just perfect for me (that’s the reason you propose I guess), and vomited out all my feelings to him and felt that have committed an act of bravery…I was all happy to be relieved of the burden, only to find out that it was one sided! Heartbreak it was. The minute I came to know that it was all one sided all the feelings for him just got evaporated in the air (guess it was not true love or my ego…I still can’t decide). It was a relief that I was out of it…but the crime was committed, I was exposed in front of a person who was not even worth. Don’t misunderstand me I don’t have any regrets, I still find myself to be brave enough to have done it. It is of course was a brave act for a girl like me as until then I detested girls who proposed! After my act I find them courageous enough. It was a mixed feeling that I experienced, I felt independent (of him and of the burden) but with that I foster a kind of hatred for myself for having getting exposed. I think these incidents only happen to make you more mature. Same feeling capture my mind when I am about to introduce the subject…

On second thoughts maybe some other time!

An Era of Checklists

Rejecting or Getting rejected! Don’t blame the girl or the boy for your rejection. It’s the checklist that is causing it all. Yes the same kind of checklist that you yourself have. I am sure you have also made one, we all possess one! A checklist that states our requirements!

Whenever we meet a boy who is good enough to catch our attention, at that very moment we start with our analysis. We start comparing our checklist with him. One point missing and he is a straight reject! And if the guy is lucky enough to overcome the barrier, there comes the checklist of the girl’s friends…and he is a reject again! Same goes with the boys, a girl goes into the eject mode if she is missing on any point…Of course there are some rules to the game. Let us check out the checklist of both the genders. (The points on the checklist are strictly to be taken in the counting order…)

A Girl’s checklist

1.     He should be rich.

2.     He should be handsome.

3.     He should be intelligent.

4.     He should be very loving and caring.

5.     He should know how to cook.

6.     And blah blah blah…

The list can go on and on…but if it matches the above criteria he is good enough to be a date…One important thing that I forget to put is, all the points on the checklist can be overlooked if he is very rich ;) (Don’t tell anyone!)

A boy’s Checklist:

1.     She should be very beautiful and to an extent that all my friends should get jealous of me.

2.     She should be fun to be with…

3.     She should mind her own business, and don’t be too much of a poking.

4.     She should be smart.

5.     She should be earning.

6.     She should not be demanding and blah blah blah…

And the list is never ending…but if the girl matches these requirements she is good enough to start off with…And in this case too all the points can be overlooked if the girl is extremely beautiful… :)

Lame that is! do you know who is taking advantage of our checklists, the so called dating/matrimonial websites…!

The fact of the matter is not the checklist but our never ending want to get the perfect kind…when the word perfect in itself is a big farce. And you know what we are so obsessed with that checklist that we tend to ignore the person whom we are meant to be with…

Do away with your checklists today and then look around that person is just around the corner…

Happy Valentine’s Week

Redefining the term: Rape

       Do you know that the dictionary is no more a trustworthy source for definitions!  One word that I would like to lay your attention on is rape. Shocked! Yes, Rape is the word that is not defined correctly in the dictionary. Not only dictionaries have wrongly mentioned but also the legislation defines it all wrong. And because of that wrong definition unnecessarily the innocent people get punished. Poor victims! They are unreasonably caught and put behind bars. They are not to be blamed, they should be freed immediately. This mistake happened in the first place because of the wrong definition provided by, I don’t know whom…Let us look at the correct definition, the correct definition will set everything to its right course, at least the innocent people will not punished irrationally. But before stating the revised meaning, let us look at the traditional definition. As per dictionary:

“It is a crime of forcing another person to submit to the sex acts.”

New Definition of Rape:

It’s an activity that a girl/ woman forces on herself by the act of the following;

• ·         Wearing the clothes of her choice.
• ·         Going out for night parties to enjoy herself.
• ·         Sitting and peacefully/ happily enjoying the conversation with her boyfriend.
• ·         Trying to raise her voice against a gangster.
• ·         Having a wish to climb the corporate ladder.
• ·         Travelling independently.
• ·         And last but not least, sometimes just by sitting at home doing nothing.

So as per the new definition, it is not a crime, it’s an activity that women find amusing, it may be forceful but the rapist is forced to act accordingly.

If we look at the new definition closely we would know that it’s actually not the rapist who is at fault. He is just an innocent person who is being trapped by the so called innocent women, and Just because rape causes physical and mental torture to the woman doesn't mean that the rapist is to be blamed, as said before it’s a bloody trap… This definition will change a lot other things as well. If you would study, you would know that rapist after committing the crime (I should not even call it a crime) feels a sense of power, he feels that he is powerful and takes pride in it, but this revised definition is robing him of that feeling because it’s the woman who is causing it, if she wants she can avoid it, hence she is more powerful than the rapist himself.

I am sure a lot of people will agree with me and especially the government as it wants to empower the woman. It is time that we change the definition and make it official. This way at least the innocent people will be spared! The legislation of India will also be spared as it would be saved of all the rape cases. A lot of time then, can be focused on other pending cases.

And if anyone needs to be punished it’s the rape victim, I mean the women (I clarified it because as per the new definition, the rape victim is the rapist himself).