Sunday, May 30, 2010


“We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.”

Who is GOD?Your Mom,dad?Your neighbor,friend,teacher or are you an ardent supporter of Idol Worship?Can you bribe(ahem!)him,hate him,love him and worship him him in the same lifetime?What do you call him??Bhagwan?God?Allah??For a devout Hindu like me,those questions seem to rise out of no where and yet make sense at the same time.On asking my elders (Yes!!I was actually foolish enough to do so)they accused me of being blasphemous so I have set out to find the almighty myself and these are my observations,so far:

1.God is in that old woman in rags who comes to you asking for help and blesses you inspite of being met with a cold shoulder

2.God is in that little child whose laughter makes your day.

3.He resides in that little puppy yelping for help on a cold night.

4.It often happens that while on a road you find someone smiling at you,later you realize that poor man is blind.turn back and look at him once again.You are bound to find God in him.

5.Last but not the least I have found God in myself.Although it did not happen when I shamelessly asked him to help me take my exam when I knew more than anyone else that I did not study anything but in my seventeen years I have seen good things happen only when I have put in that extra effort.Having faith in yourself matters more than anything else .Realizing your mistakes and working towards rectifying them is more important than remaining a supposed saint. I believe“If there were no God, it would have been necessary to invent him.” Because whilst inventing him we would end up discovering ourselves.


Tuesday, May 4, 2010

What kind of a blogger I am.....

Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate
You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great.
One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog...
And the next, you're passionately writing about your pet causes.
Your blog is very important - and you're careful about who you share it with.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Growing up

I remember when I was a little girl,I loved dressing up.Irrespective of what I wore,I always thought that wearing a lil black bindi and having red lips were mandatory for looking pretty.Yeah!although it sounds like GROTESQUE I managed to end up looking irresistibly cute every time.Unlike most kids,I loved it when people came up to me and pressed my cheeks.Mom used to have real long hair back then and how I wished they were mine.So what I would do is,take a towel(aka gamcha) and a couple of hair clips and VOILA!!!!...........

Yeah!Childhood was INSANE!!But back then it all seemed so normal.I mean,I just despise wearing any kind of make-up now.My mom thinks that long hair would perfectly compliment the 5'7 " me,I thought short hair suited me much better.I had always been this timid yet amicable girl who could be easily influenced by anyone.Today that very girl has people coming upto her for seeking advice.Back then,it did not matter how girls around me used to look BUT NOW IT DOES,IT SOOOOO DOES.I always keep on telling my friends that I am happy the way I am,but secretly I comfort myself by saying-"Not everyone is a true judge of beauty".Lately i find anything and everything to fuss about but as a child I was believed to have been the reincarnation of Goddess Durga (P.S:I was born on the 5th day of Durga Puja).

Anyways childhood was fun and I hope that adolescence proves to be a blessing as well.Lastly,I just can't end this one without a lovely quotation by Robert Browning.So here it goes,
"Grow old along with me,
the best is yet to be"

Saturday, May 1, 2010


Few weeks back most women were found to be single mindedly exlilarated about one thing-THE PASSING OF THE WOMEN'S RESERVATION BILL in Rajya Sabha.Now that the enthusiasm has finally died out something really significant has caught my eye.What on earth are we supposed to do with reservations when more than half of the population is unaware of what a bill actually means?Even though I am the only one who happens to be infuriated about such a thing,I know as a matter of fact that if things have to change it has to begin at the very grass root level.

More than anything else,reservation plain and simply means representation for those who are unable to stand up and fight for themselves.Reservation is NOT a SYNONYM for EQUALITY.IT NEVER WAS AND NEVER WILL.Now what do I want as a woman?I would gladly travel in a general compartment with my father;BUT I wont TOLERATE someone whistling at me while I am returning back home alone.Coming back to the point;Why does a woman always have to get up early and manage the household irrespective of any physical ailment she might be suffering from?Why don't we have a law/act preventing such a ruthless treatment?Although I severely deprecate smoking why does it become a TABOO only when a woman is found with a cigarette in her hand?EQUALITY,Did you say?

Marriages are made in heaven??DUhhh!!!The boy's family asks the girl-"Beti,What can you do apart from Singing, Dancing, Elocution,.......".Seriously,I feel like asking those morons,HAVE YOU LOOKED AT YOUR OWN SON??He looks like clean-shaved Verappan,plus doesn't the girl have equal right to ask back as to what the guy is capable of?Even in case of Love marriages, the boy can even suffer from a imbalanced immunity syndrome BUT the girl has to be a VIRGIN!!

Why is a girl who has been mercilessly raped refused of a fair trial?Why for God's sake is she deprived of having a normal future having people pointing a finger at her every now and then?Tell me,Why is a woman expected to cooperate even when her husband is having this clandestine affair with his secretary?If Women were borkha why don't we have a similar substitute for men also(atleast then those ******** will understand what it feels like to be out in the scorching sun in such a tormenting attire)?Laaaast but definitely not the least what is the male version of a SLUT(Please someone throw some light and make me enlightened)?


The day you take care of the former the latter takes care of itself.