Living your life is more important than leaving it ... I am a bilingual writer who believes in "writing till the ink dries, typing till the hands ache and living till the last breath."
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
random thoughts...
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
life's like that

A woman has strength that amazes man; she can handle every trouble, and can carry heavy burdens. She holds happiness, love and opinion. She smiles when she feels like screaming, cries when she is happy, and smiles when she is afraid. There’s only one thing wrong with her, she sometimes forgets what she is worth…
Every year, all over the world we celebrate, with much pomp, “something”, called International Women’s Day on the 8th day of March. Seminars are organized, processions and slogan competitions keep the masses engaged in a day’s work, workshops on women empowerment are held and what not?
But the fact is that with many other days and public holidays over the time, this national day regress into being just another day of the calendar. We tend to forget what it is actually we are supposed to be celebrating, we barely give a thought to what there is to celebrate; the day comes and goes and life continues as it was before. It does not at all affect our lives, so where’s the point in celebrating a day without understanding its true worth or realizing its value in our lives, just in the celebration and making fun of the entire female race? Therefore, the vital question of the hour is when we know that this is going to be just another day of the calendar, what is the need to celebrate it in a gaudy fashion? Why do we need to tag a particular day as a Day for Women when we know that the world is nothing without them? In short, is it really justified to celebrate Women’s Day, worldwide?
I do not wish to sound like a hardcore feminist, propagating hatred against the men, but I strongly feel that celebrating Women’s Day is like reminding the entire mankind that womenfolk do exist on this earth, and just one day of the year is allotted to them as their Day to make them feel special about their existence and identity, and the rest 364 days, they regain their Exploited status in this patriarchal system of life!.
There is a celebrated belief that women are the fairer sex, actually implying that women are the weaker sex; and the first seed of being weak is sown by celebrating International Women’s Day. Otherwise, why don’t we have a Man’s Day, celebrating manhood? Well, I guess the answer is implied. It’s that we don’t need a special day for the Men folk because they know their worth; they are the masters and rule the world, so they celebrate each day of the year as their own, even at the cost of exploiting and suppressing their female counterpart.
But why does a woman have to be constantly reminded of her worth? Is she not aware and proud of being one? This is the 63rd year of Indian independence but has the Indian woman really become independent in the true sense of the term, compared to the men who are the law makers of our society? Has she been able to free herself from the clutches of the male dominance which constantly make her feel that she does not have any identity of her own? Can she proudly say that now she can raise her voice, without any fear, against the injustice which is being meted out on her by her male counterpart, called the Husband?
Saturday, October 10, 2009
You know its literature time if.....
You dream of Shakespeare day and night
You can't help thinking about Beowulf's fight
Shelley, Keats and Coleridge haunt your mind
Even Milton chases you, though he was blind
You really wish to become a University Wit
Though you know you are a misfit
Just can't get Metaphysics out of your head?
Dont worry, Donne's long dead!
Can't choose between Dryden and Johnson?
Then you are in real confusion,
Puzzled with ROMANTICISM, CLASSICISM, SURREALISM...
It's nothing, only -ISM
Chaucer takes you to CANTERBURY, and
You dream of becoming Spencer's FAIRIE
TRAGEDY, COMEDY, NOVEL, LYRIC- forms of literature
Just like LOVE and HATRED,all in human nature
Literature in death, Literature in Life
Not Only in success, but also in strife.
For whatev'r I wrote, I really dont regret
Because I believe in Do and Forget......
I am moving downwards
gradually,
One step , two.. three
Down, down further
Where, I find
Fumes and ashes
All around
No wailing infants
No sweet lullabies
but only
bruised bodies
battered lives
shattered dreams
broken hearts
chained desires
dejected souls
defeated minds
ruined hopes
hazy thoughts
intoxicated love
facade of glitz
evil psychofants
dangerous liaisons
cheap incests
nymphomaniacs
engulfing darkness
frightening silence
moonless nights
lonely arms
sleepless eyes
sealed wishes
never ending waits
Plagued emotions
numb relationships
dizzy mornings
lost imagination
torn pages
evenascent memories
forgotten UMBILICaL CORD
I shed off my skin
And reach deep down
Now , I am just a lump of flesh..
But they still call me
A Human Being(?)
Friday, September 25, 2009
LuCkY to have U.....
Lucky is a born genius, a master of his own, the most talented and modest person who believes in original and pure music, and that s the reason that everytime I listen to him, its so refreshing n soothing...with his every new composition, he gets better and better. Infact, I can proudly say that without his music, I could never have understood Life, could never have understood Love, n most importantly, Myself. He is a true, ever shining star in the galaxy of music world. An icon, a guide, a living legend to the generations to come, well, that's my Lucky!!!