3.Things With The Writers

3.Do you know that we all are surrounded by writers?

I’ve said this before and here comes the echo – Opinions differ and so they matter, therefore, every being is born a writer.


2.Things With The Writers

2.Do you know what makes a writer agitated?

There are ‘some’ (referring to a few out of the bunch) people who like the ‘majority’ visualize the world and perceive it according to widely accepted rules and seldom think of considering the leeward side of the mountain for no matter what form of art, literature, belief, thought or idea they run into , they commit this faux pas of not being able to differentiate between the two ,usually ,known to be seemingly related terms – critique and judging.

1.Things With The Writers

1.Do you know what’s the strangest thing with the writers?

No matter how much they try to conceal, complicate or curb the outpour of the fraction of subtleties of their lives in their poetries, trying to create a generalized facade, they eventually, unknowingly, unwillingly, clandestinely, in a most tangled yet refined of the flairs, end up reflecting them somehow, which to the readers might become a piece of awe but to the other writers, penetrate like telepathic words struggling to seek unsaid familiarity.

Women: What’s wrong with all of us?

Here I Go-

Every once in a while someone has to HAS TO write something about the ways in which women…. Sorry…the entire female populace in India (In the world, ofcourse, as well) is being disparaged, mortified, raped, assaulted, ill-treated and at some places even looked down upon by not just the so-called stronger beings in the patriarchy ( Is there, by any chance, a term such as Matriarchy, too ?I guess not) but some of the victims of humiliation themselves. And if such things fail to draw your attention, there are creatures, always, who commit all sorts of felonies only to remind us about their  (women’s) status in the society .They make such great headlines in the newspaper But…….but… we simply skim through them…Why?

It doesn’t matter to us..right?

A woman being molested by a group of men (our dear brothers) in some secluded corner (well, they don’t even mind doing so in front of a horde) of the country…

Why would it matter to us..?

Neither was she our sister nor were they our brothers….

(But, silly us; we won’t let go our habit of getting submerged in deep deep waters of patriotism while committing the solemn promise of INDIA IS MY COUNTRY; ALL INDIANS ARE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS………let’s laugh together)

There’s so much to say…SO MUCH to say and it displaces some isolated nerve within my body every time I am asked to write or talk about it. We all are aware of what’s going on, right? Won’t waste another fraction of my wrath in bursting out, yet again.

Ask me where all these problems kick off from. I’d say FROM THE VERY BEGINNING OF OUR CHILDHOOD. What all we are taught while growing up (differently to either genders), the way we are taught while growing up; we are the ones who formulate a society, so eventually (I must rather say,firstly) we ourselves are to be blamed for all that’s happening to us, our people and the mental picture of our country. Things that are projected on televisions and other social platforms are the aftermaths of our own villainous workshops

If you question whether it’s the time for initiating changes ( Emotionally ,mentally, holistically)? I’d say.. It’s too late.

(Even our Constitution realised the importance of the word SOCIALIST late in 1976..)

We have already vandalised the very foundation of the stronghold. All these things wouldn’t have befell upon us had we taught all of our boys even the littlest elements of mannerisms, had we thrusted our palms upon their very faces

every time they doubted the strength of a girl, had we answered them back with mightier, dagger-like ridicules, had we freely expressed our travails to the world without any reluctances..

I wonder how many more Indira Gandhis, Pratibha Patils, Fatima Bibis, Rita Farias and Sania Mirzas would it take to cure the blind, the deaf and the dumb.( the so called literate ,unfortunately, uneducated beings )

Ask me if all these issues can be dwindled and maybe after decades and decades, stopped? Can we do that?

I’d say YES, WE CAN. Start doing all the things we had failed to do in the beginning and we’ll be on the right track, finally.

Applause to all those who have already started doing so. Please carry it on. Teach others to do the same. Raise your voices , stand against any kind of injustice. But please don’t stand still, mute and dumb to to it. Please.

And next time a guy passes a lewd comment at you do not, I repeat DO NOT utter the famous dialogue- “ Don’t you have a mother and sisters at home”… You know why…?


And girls, the next time you get out of your houses thinking you aren’t any lesser than the boys.You think you are equal to them? OPEN YOUR EYES.PLEASE…STOP THINKING SO LOWLY OF YOURSELVES…

“I think women are foolish to pretend that they are equal to men.

They are far superior and always have been. Whatever you

Give a women, she will make greater.

If you give her sperm, she will give you a baby.

If you give her a house, she will give you a home.

If  you give her groceries, she will give you a meal

If you give her a smile, she will give you her heart.

She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.


-William Golding

Blending the above words with Maya Angelou’s beautiful poetry, I’d conclude in a manner like this: it’s how I treat myself…

 “Now you understand 

Just why my head’s not bowed.   

I don’t shout or jump about 

Or have to talk real loud.   

When you see me passing, 

It ought to make you proud. 

I say, 

It’s in the click of my heels,   

The bend of my hair,   

the palm of my hand,   

The need for my care.   

’Cause I’m a woman 


Phenomenal woman, 

That’s me.”

-Maya Angelou




When kindness leads to burden!

I care for people. I always do.
But why do some people who had been simply friends begin to cleave to you so much that it becomes really difficult to bear them.The level of exasperation is just inexpressible. Moreover you can’t even yell at them, shout your heart out, and tell them  that they have become a burden for you, thinking that they’ll feel really bad…
I can’t stop being gentle and kind and be helpless all the time when it comes to saying Yes or No for things.
I give way to further problems when I say Yes.
I get filled with guilt when I say No.
I have No idea how to overcome this feeling…
Such situations always leave me in a dilemma.

One thing that I know is that I have to HAVE to learn to say NO GRACEFULLY!

To the cowards…

“How ironical it is: When a few black attired men spend thousands of bucks just to serve those costly bullets to a large mass of complete strangers.”

I’d say, it’s , verily ,a selfless deed .hats off to the charitable people; to the ones who express their might not by their mouths but by showers of bullets ;to those who gather fame without even hiring a stage ;to those who make the unknown  places on earth a prominent monument in just a day; to the  ones who have the power of  touching the zillion hearts around the world and making us realise how important our close ones are to us.

Applauds to them who fear smiles ;who hide from relationships; who are scared of love; who are afraid of emotions; who are  deprived of the rights of shedding tears ;who cannot unveil themselves in public; who have no idea how it feels to talk about the start of spring yet enjoy the crisp winters ,about the joy of receiving a long desired gift ,about the taste of the best delicacy in the café ,about little pranks played and laughs laughed together, about the childish fights between two friends and pretence of ignorance only to come back to one another once again ,about the soft ,sweet clasp of the hands of lovers roaming around the city ,promising never to leave it even in the worst of the storms .hats off to just those few men who made ‘innocence and affection’ break such million promises and impressed upon life’s  evanescence by just a throw of hand grenade.

Thank you for telling us about the futility of the wishes oaths and promises made out of nonsensical things called as emotions. thank you for making us realise that there is no place on this earth for sentiments of care, fondness, hope, peace and forgiveness. Thank you for revealing such realistic philosophies from time to time by your grotesque methods. Thank you for extracting adolescence out of every living child and turning every being into a thinker of his own and yet cautioning us to never, never, never create silly imaginary, impossible stories of a beautiful peaceful, happy and united world our own.

Applauds to you men, there couldn’t have been a better way of showing off your cowardice and utter failure in life we lament over your unforgiving inhumane depravities.


There’s a surge of wrath in all of us at this point of time. After the macabre terror attacks, we are all heart-broken and shattered. I hope and pray for the beautiful world that I imagine: a safe haven for all of us.