I am an individual of an era where I keep updating myself of the do’s and dont’s that happen to me in everyday scenario.But I still strive harder everyday to get through the reasons which actually stop us from growing.Our decisions and priorities lay straight in front still we hesitate to acquire them actively because we have an instinct that we are satisfied in what we have and draw a line there itself. The reality whereas lies in a rational decision that is one that is not just reasoned,but also optimal for achieving a goal. There are strange and gorgeous times,tonnes of challenges,dazzling possibilities and I viscerally want us to leverage these times to fly,to express your talent, to do your dreams, to make the world better.
We can atleast start small,dream huge but begin today,nothing happens until we take a massive action. The sad reality is that procrastination is nothing more than a defense mechanism of choice used by scared people, if we actually did our goals and acted on our vision, we’d have become ultra-successful. The spectacular success brings responsibility that frightens most of us and so we put off getting great things done and blame the world for any mediocrity that infuses our lives.

Let’s take a break!

I wonder how things go synchronized even when we practice the hell out of situations, whether it be fighting against the low scores in Maths exam, or be it the moron lifestyle we wear along Monday to Friday long week with our self complacent jobs we got through rugged prayers and last night study during our fun loving ecstatic college days, may be it was planned that way by the Almighty to challenge our subtle intellect. Break-ups and patch-ups being the benign fashion of the decade leave most of them with so called shattered hearts (which purportedly get into a reshaped one when a sympathetic hand of new partner dawn out) and the glycerined red eyes (which are an after effect of those blissful memories choosing an other way out to flow through), I am extremely sorry to the ones who feel I am being sarcastic on this front ,as being a human I am also an active participant in the melodrama spread out in the social fete.
Expressing my solidarity on these blatant feelings and stretched out minds I believe that everything goes right actually or I have a profound satisfaction that the following had to happen once, so may be it was the right time, but the reality is if somethings seems perfect,it’s probably just an illusion. There’s always something to do,something to worry about and somebody’s tears to wipe dry.Through all this, there has to remain that one constant thought ,the single reason you exist ,and the sole reason it appears, you were sent to earth for is that Life is supposedly,spent in making simpler for everybody else in the world. And when we carry that worthy potential to make it a beautiful place to live in for the ones we love ,why can’t we steer ourselves to create a concocted paradise for our own goodness.
I suggest to Take a Break! from these estranged clamped schedules we are bound up into and embrace the hurdles with open arms making lives less complicated. When we already have accepted the fact that nothing’s gonna be perfect we have to welcome troubles with a blush, to lessen the hectic proposals one can in-build the practice of listing, organizing and planning things at home and work which makes a lot of sense and in the end you are left with some time to entertain and socialize yourself. I think there’s nothing better than a good cup of tea and conversation with somebody of your same age or having a date night out with your spouse.
I am left with a smile when I perplex myself with those Duracell bunnies who fail to stop on the note of “battery down” and we badly require our in demand bed after half a mile walk, the solution being in our own notorious hands which say no to “Stop Using the Gadgets” and carry on with the lengthy important conversations which are a descendant to our future,rather caring about the “Starving Sleep” which our body requires to recharge for the next day. Gadgets delay our sensory receptacles about half an hour every day which means Tablets have replaced some basic body needs I guess. Then why not take a break from all E-services at 9 every night and plan for some good sleep and welcome a heartious day ahead. A tired you is no good for anybody,rather get enough sleep to feel rested enough every morning.
We can just relax and take a long breathe to imbibe a chill attitude about things we have no control over, all we got to do is to organize a little, let go a little, demand a little and let lo and behold and then the life goes on.

A Moment of Bliss!

It’s a weary Saturday afternoon with none of the excitements to come over, I sit leaning beside the window in my small room of the hostel, and my tired eyes glued to the chirping kids outside, who are busy in their melodious paradise of the ethnic game..”Ghar Ghar“, a game I think inherited to almost every Indian child, and even I cherished it with my dear once in the younger times.
Suddenly I began to get a bolt from my nostalgic instincts regarding a very significant part of early life on that boring afternoon, and even the hustle and bustle outside my window could not influence the flood of memories in me, where one could not help but notice the difference in appearances, languages, attire and body languages in South India, here the museum of people around were pulling me back to my yesteryear’s in Dehradun, the valley of love and serenity. 

The air was filled resemblingly with different frequencies of sound and in that indistinct chatter, I could make out the tinkling of cold bunta bottles (a soda lemon drink), gossips of various flavours, loud calls of self employed entrepreneurs of “shanivaar bazaar” and sizzling of mashed potatoes for the spicy Indian aloo chaat.
This instantly transported me back in time, when Nani and Nana(maternal grand parents) used to accompany me to these tiny moments in Dehradun. I was lucky enough to spend a phase of my childhood in their presence and was nurtured in utmost care. I,then being a small one, could only analyze the love scattered everywhere,when Nanaji made me an expertise in the knowledge of “tenses” and a sense of eloquent grammar at a very unripe age,while making me having the joyful time on rope tree swing which he made for me on the litchi tree in our verandah. The easy learning process of everyday was given an occasional push when the exhaust fan of the kitchen spewed oily and spicy smoke into the aangan and its aroma used to dilute everywhere indicating a luscious treat to my tastebuds.
The swing, the smell , my Nana Nani and me, this combination felt a part of best wonderland I could have ever imagined.

I was rocked back to time , when suddenly the power cut dispensed and the fan began to produce its flunking clatter signifying its steady motion.There was an echo of nostalgia and amidst that I spotted my Nani’s ever calm smiling face with rosary beads being spunned by her tender fingers every morning. She had an aura of exuberance & a spark in her happiness, which refused to fade away. The static presence of Nana Nani made the environment very soothing and radiated the tranquil and peace spread over the valley of Dehradun. I still used to encounter the same essence and my connection with Dehradun till date was more or less influenced by the utmost love I was showered on, by my maternal grandparents.

I employed caution to recollect myself to the present decorum and gave a cursory look to my sloppy room and motionless gadgets but I only found was the glimpse of my sweet memories, which were beautifully instilled in me due to the versatile personality of those heavenly souls.They were the true epitome of love, care, sympathy and gratitude.

My Nanaji was a very sincere person with an in-depth sea of British English which I suppose, he had already begun to counterbalance with me in his instincts. His advises were crisp and will never leave me. The mesmerizing love will always be alive in me with a fusion of his evocative thoughts and creativity.

Earthly possessions were dwarfed in front of this heavenly bliss. This has the power to propel you on the life path that is so uncertain. I seem to share not only a perfect blend of flesh and blood through lineage but also the spirit and verve of their soul due to the bond we shared.

I finally composed to gather myself to the world outside my deeply filled heart and aptitude and smiled at the instants I cherished in that lonesome Saturday afternoon.

The Vicious Liquid

An evil fluid, brought in use for severe mechanical cleaning over hardcore stained objects including floors and metals can permanently ruin and shred the soft tissues of human body. This simple apprehension is beyond the limits of those demonic minds, who ruthlessly tear apart the tender skin of a girl, by flaunting a nightmare to her beauty and respect with the shivering process of splashing the burning acid on her face and body parts.

This act of Vitriol-ism (throwing acid) was never considered as a violent assault until several youngsters among us are mercilessly sacrificed to the violent pangs of suffering Some completely lost their vision, others their sense organs and some are still striving hard to cope with their bloodless internal organs, which carry the tainted marks of the screeching sensation and tethered tissues. I do not understand this fierce act of inhumanity, which is very prominently practiced nowadays by some of the so-called-insane lovers or a terrific outcome of a drastic revenge. Few of them I guess, just try the liquid out on some random faces, just to analyze the chemical and physical changes that will for sure enlighten their shrewd smiles and sharp intentions.

This inhumane sickness is a disaster, tremoring the environment with some graveyard silence and making girls more and more forbidden and introvert. Not mentioning the other bifurcated criminal acts of eve teasing and molestation, this devastating act is far more critical for a girl to survive. It’s a matter of grave concern that acid attack victims have to suffer all their life, pertaining the most vicious sulfuric acid on their parts with that deadly feel of scorching burns and traumatized minds. A handful of these ill-fated are left untreated and desolate to fight the pain alone which is next to a life after death.

I get terrorized at the thought of being disfigured with partially scalded face, because I do carry a common girl in me who can be a victim to any of this acid assault. So I have an urge to waken up the society we live in to express their concern over the ascending number of acid attacks. The policy to curb the sale of acid in order to prevent this obnoxious crime should also be enacted. Proper treatment, compensation and special care should be granted for the well being and rehabilitation of the sufferers.

The recent loss occurred to Mandeep Kaur and her father, has evoked some of the high political minds to pressurize our government to take strict action  and entail charges of murder and violent assault on the insane criminals.

First Aid for an Acid Attack:

  • The victim should wash the affected area with water for about 15 to 20 minutes. The area should be continually exposed to water to completely wash off the chemical.
  • Should not be taken to Burning Treatment authorities of the hospital for any emergent medication.
  • Trauma Counselling is the foremost step to be practiced to handle the victim calmly.