THE SAME ROAD

The same work we always do.

The same people we interact with.

The same topics we discuss about.

The same road day in day out.

The same joints we go around.

The same jokes we laugh on.

The same problems we crib about.

The same road day in day out.

Stop, have a look around,

Savor every moment

Coz nothing you see is the same

Its new, its unique and its momentary.

That colleague of yours has a different smile.

That waiter today is happier than he has been in a while.

That friend laughs at the joke after a little pause.

 That stray dog didn’t bark when you steered on that course.

The greens around are changing hues.

The pastel shades are taking over the blues.

The sunlight through the clouds is creating a magical spark.

The night sky is dazzling with new stars.

So let your mind wander about.

Preoccupied with thoughts don’t walk around.

Enjoy fresh air with every breath you take.

Notice little changes that take place.

The road you travel may be same.

But nothing else is the same.

Feel and savor the changes around.

On the same road day in day out.

03 May 15

Challenges and Inspiration...

Funny it is how we treat ourselves,
Little problems we see and life is termed worthless.
Our world is limited to I, me, myself,
Little pain we suffer and cursing life is what we do best.

Smooth climb is what we all desire,
And nothing less than the highest peak we aspire.
But one rough patch and our motivation expires,
Instead of efforts, its good destiny which is much desired.

So engrossed we are in our own little world,
That hardships and sufferings of those around us are gladly ignored.
Never satisfied with what we have,
Envying those who seem higher up the steps.

Do we ever care to look around,
Thank almighty for his blessings abound.
Things which we take for granted so easily,
Ever wondered what about those who lack these basic necessity.

Worried we are about our not so perfect shoe size,
What about those having no limbs to take the strides.
Confused we are with the choice of colors while shopping,
Black has been the only color for some throughout their being.

So whenever you feel you are being left behind,
Or the times when the luck is not by your side.
Take inspiration from those who are struggling even to survive,
Taking challenges head on and moving ahead with a smile.

A Passing Thought.......

Terming it as complicated will be wrong,
But the turmoil in my brain is no less strong.
Weird is the way our mind behaves,
Stranger is how the heart plays.

Craving for things we dont posses,
Ignoring those we already have.
Meaning of relations seem to have changed,
Definition of friendship is no longer the same.

Virtual is more dearer than real,
Meetings in person have become rare.
Comments, likes and followers define personality,
Photos are clicked not for memory but popularity.

Lost somewhere is the essence of life,
Lost is the warmth, affection and spice.
Life is not the same any more,
Its become a rat race but no one knows what we are running for.

Letter by an Indian Girl.....

To Whomsoever It May Concern

Well first and foremost, by my salutations you must have very well understood that I am at a total loss as to whom to address my letter to.... And through this letter my anguish or should I say my fears or my questions... !!

I was born in a country which claims to be the largest democracy in the world, a country which took pride in the freedom of expression, a country which is driven by its young population and a country which worshiped its women in form of goddesses.  

 I grew up believing that in my country every individual has the right to live with dignity, right to move out freely, anywhere anytime with a sense of security, right to demand justice, right to protest against something which is wrong and the right to believe that if something indeed goes wrong the laws of my country will set it right. I grew up believing that  I am no less than anyone. I was made to believe that I deserve an equal right to lead an independent life, to go out as and when I like, to enjoy my life like any of my male counterparts.

 But by the events that have unfolded in the past week, my beliefs stand severely dented. The scenes that have spilled out right in the heart of the nation, in the national capital,   I doubt is it the same nation I was born.

 My parents never differentiated against me for being girl, then why does my nation?? I was given the freedom to chose the field I like, work in the organisation I want, but my nation does not guarantee me that. I can not work in late shifts because I am afraid to step out at night, I am afraid to walk down to my nearby grocery store alone, I am afraid to board public transport. I feel unsafe even in the presence of police personnel, I in fact feel miserable being a girl.

And as if the horrendous and ghastly rape case was not enough to reflect the inability of our authorities to ensure safety of its women, the police resorted to lathicharge and firing of teargas shells on the peaceful protesters. Is this the way to exercise authority, is this the way to follow the call of duty, is this way to treat women, children and the elderly. And what are these protesters demanding? Just their rights !! Just answers from the people they have voted to power !! Just the sense of security that they can walk freely on the roads !! Just the sense of belonging that this is indeed their nation and that they are no outsiders who are to live with a constant fear.  

Why is it that the orders that need to be passed are never passed, the instructions that are to be followed are never followed, the laws that need to be implemented are never implemented?? Why is it that crores are spent and a fleet of policeman deployed to protect the perpetrator of 26/11 but there is no one to protect the general public, the women of this country?? Why is it that the politicians and so called youth icons visit the home of common man and give long speeches at the time of elections but no one dares to step out of their mansions when the youth demands an answer right at their door step??  

Is it that difficult to frame tougher laws, to implement the laws, to ensure that duties are performed with diligence, to ensure safety of citizens.?? We take pride in our judicial system, we say that it ensures fair hearing rights to all parties, but why don't we see how this very judicial system is tampered with to deny justice. Why when the perpetrators of the heinous crime have accepted their involvement, is the case dragged for years and eventually culprits are left scott free? Why can't the statements recorded in police stations be recorded and made as the basis of trial, why are they given a chance to tamper with statements over and over again??

 Why cant these animals be punished exemplary to instill a sense of fear and prevent repetition of such heinous acts? Why is it that it is we who live with fear and those who should be frightened to commit such crime roam freely?? Why is it that instead of guaranteeing deliverance of justice, the authorities are inciting the youth by exercising its muscle power?? Why don't they understand the fact if the youth of this country has taken to streets to demand their rights, such use of force against them will only worsen the scenario. It is the youth which builds or breaks the country and if the youth is angry the outcome is only going to be fatal !!

Yours Truly

An Indian Girl

Letter to My Phone....

Dear Mr Mobile Phone...

You have made life pretty comfortable since the day you were born and over the years you have grown into a mature being, respected and well received every where and any where in the world. So much so that life without you is now unimaginable. From a poor rickshaw puller in dingy lanes of Chandni Chowk to the world's most powerful man Barack Hussein Obama, everybody religiously tugs you into their pocket before stepping out. Even when not going out, you are dutifully kept in near vicinity lest they miss out on some important message you might flash about the easiest and cheapest way to lose weight or how to earn quick bucks sitting at home.

But with all due respect I have some complaints to make. Don't take it personally but I guess you have become way too interfering. I understand its important to stay connected 24x7 in today's time but don't you think being available 24x7 is way too demanding. Ok just listen to this simple logic. Years before you were borne, people could afford reaching late to office at times and yet not be reprimanded as badly as they are now, because they could give any excuse of getting late, and would be seldom caught for getting up late. In today's scenario, the boss's secretary calls us up at six in the morning just to check if we are getting ready for the eight o clock meeting, she rechecks at quarter to seven and every 10 minutes after that on how far we have reached, all Courtesy YOU. Wonder what's the need of Global positioning System when we have You. And if this is not all, sometimes we have to report hours before we are scheduled to, just because a senior thought of dialing your number and passing on his work to us. We are dutifully informed again courtesy You.

And as if professional life was not enough, you have totally taken over our Personal lives too. Before You became such a prized possession, people valued their relationships for the love they shared, cherished every moment they spend together and stood by their promises. But You have, my dear, changed the whole logic of love now. Love these days is measured in the number of SMSes exchanged and frequency of calls. And, if God forbid, when one calls his/her loved one and You send an "engaged" tone for more than 10 minutes, there is bombardment of questions. "Who were you talking to,... so that's more important than me,... should have picked my call,... kept me waiting,... and the biggest Strike.. Don't love me anywhere..tsk..tsk..!!" And all this because instead of a sweet hello after romantic song caller tune, You thought of sending the "Engaged" tone. And about keeping promises, courtesy You plans are cancelled in matter of minutes by a single text.. "Hey dear... urgent meeting.. can't meet.. movie some other day... Promise.. Love..!!"

You did not even spare the school and college going kids. Earlier, even day scholars could bunk classes and go for movies without parents even getting to know, till the report card came,that is. But now even if we are in Hostel, You buzz with a flash saying "Home Sweet Home Calling". And even if we try hard to go into the farthest corner, Mom asks about our whereabouts, We say "College".. Mom says- but the background music seems like of some movie.. Now shouting, bunking classes for movies, is dat why we send you to the Hostel... n blah blah..." If only it was not for You dear Mobile Phone, we would have enjoyed the movie and managed to get the grades as well because our funda is simple- Movies or no Movies we study just the same.

And its not only You who is interfering more and more into our lives, You are spoiling us too. How You Wonder ??

Well when You blare out in full volume in some aunty's purse in a crowded Metro, we not only get to know about her choice of music but also about her opinion of her Mother-in-law, her good for nothing husband, her children's performance in school, her gossip loving neighbour, recipe of her favourite daal, the saree she recently bought, and almost everything you want to know about an individual. Because of You we are forced to listen to Aunty's personal talk at the highest pitch just because you thought of ringing while we were travelling with her in the Metro.

Although you have forced us to infringe upon other's Right to Privacy, with all due respect, I once again say that don't take it personally. You have made our lives extremely convenient but for all these little hiccups. And trust me when I say this that I Love You for what you are. Every relationship has minor hiccups, one must learn to ignore them. So I promise not to ever abandon You, no matter how demanding You can be at times.

Yours Truly

Faithful Companion.

PS: Ohhh... there you go again, blaring out my favourite song... I can't even write one letter in peace.. !!

A New Beginning...

Its been only two weeks since I have started working but life seems to have changed entirely. Nothing absolutely nothing feels the same. I am discovering new things about myself, my likes and dislikes are becoming more clearer, I am developing new interests and I am also moving away from few things which I thought I liked earlier.


Its not so much about the job as it is about me adjusting to an entirely new scenario. Its strange but true that during the end of college days I desperately wanted to become a working professional but once in the profession, I am beginning to question my capabilities. I wonder if I am mature enough to fit into the professional environment.


I so miss those care free days with friends in the college. The times we bunked classes just to sit and argue over the same old topics(with the same outcome ofcourse ie No Consensus..!!), the times when five different brains instantly thought to go to a particular restaurant simultaneously, the times we explored every nook and corner of the college just to stay away from the eyes of our HOD, the times which were full of fun and masti with no responsibilities and worries except the omnipresent anxiety of getting placed.


Looking back and cherishing those memories I wish I could remain a student forever. I so miss my school days, the college days and especially the IIMC days. Sometimes I laugh at my ignorance. I didnt realise then that my years spent in school and college were not just any years but moments which will make me nostalgic everytime I would think about them. I never imagined that the times I cried will make me laugh and the times I laughed will bring tears.

(This end is the beginning of a new journey and I am sure there are many more lessons to be learnt)

Happy 61st

Only on two days out of 365 do we realise dat we r Proud Indians. 26th January n 15th august are d days wen we feel immersed in d true spirit of tricolor.... music stations play al d patriotic songs, news channels suddenly get obssesed with the heroes of d soil.. dey divert dere crucial tym away frm filmstars towards d bravehearts sacrificing dere comfort to ensure dat we live in peace..sms msgs r al abt being proud of our nation even though throughtout d year we keep criticising evry little thing abt it..many of us dont even kno y Republic Day is celebrated or jst exactly hw Independence day holds so mch significance bt stil we feel excited n fr a change feel lyk flaunting dat we r Indians....

since mrng all tv channels r playing the new version of "mile sur mera tumhara" track in d true spirit of patriotism n i think d makers felt dat its only d movie stars who truly represent India coz d real heroes namely our athletes n our defence forces are visible only in glimpses dat too twds d end...

also travelling on delhi's roads on one of dese days is a new experience in itself....roads are nt crowded n u wonder whthr dese 4 lanes roads suddenly came into existence frm smwhr coz on other days u dont even find space to put down a foot...ditto fr d buses....n den u hv police personnels...fr once u feel dat dey r dere fr ur security n nt only fr d VIPs n VVIPs....

also wen u see d tricolor flagging here n dere...on d autos, cars, outside big n small institutions, on d malls n shopping complexes n in d hands of school kids..u jst cant ignore d mere beauty n power of dose simple three colors...

it wd nt b an exaggeration dat dere is smthng diffrnt in d air on dese days....actually evrythng is diffrnt...everythng is closed..students are happy to get a day off frm school without thinking abt d reasn....all mkts are closed n everybdy gets to spend sm quality tym wid family...if d day falls near d weekend den dere r more reasons to b happy..u can plan a weekend trip...wat bttr way other dan dis to celebrate d true spirit of nation...

infact today was a cmpletly diffrnt day fr me as well....i walked d delhi roads engulfed in d dense fog....saw cars buzzing across me n den gettng lost in d fog...in fact it was d frst tym dat i explored delhi on d Republic Day n actually felt diffrnt...it was feeling whch cant b described in one wrd...nostalgic...proud....sweet n innocent...n jst diffrnt bt gud...delhi is sm wat d same on other days as wel...d same roads ..d same fog...d same buses...bt today everythng felt so soothing n loving...

maybe it was jst d notion in d bck of my mind dat it is Republic Day or dere was smthng in d air....watever d reason... i thght abt my nation n fr once accepted it to b mine with al its shrtcomings n achievemnts alike........ i dont kno if my thoughts wd d same tomorw or in d following days....