Remembrance : A Poem


Silently I watch my sunset dreams
dissolve in the serene, endless evening sky
The colors fade slowly
turning from shades of crimson
to melancholy Grey and finally black

The speechless valleys
fill with shadows of memories
Bare leafless trees add to the
stillness of my heart

I walk a lonely path
in a never ending wilderness

My spirit numb from the pain
and the hurt of frozen love

unkempt promises, shattered hopes
pierce my soul like fragments of
broken glass

my eyes fill with the
mist of your love
as I feel the sting
of your absence

moments slip without a trace
on an endless stretch
I, caged, bruised and lonely
walk upon the crushed hopes
beneath the skies of memories

Hoping against hope
that some day the sky once again
will be lit with a million splendid stars
And you my wandering moon will
light up my life again

(Image courtesy google)

This is my last NaBloPoMo post for the month of may.


Lamhe..subah aur dopahar

Picture 193


कुछ आधे अधूरे ख्वाब
अपनी अलसाई आँखों मी समेटे
सूरज की पहली किरणों की चादर ओढे हुए
बिस्तर की सिलवटों में है
एक जिस्म करवटें ले रहा
तकिये पे शाम के बादलों के साए हैं
लिपटे हुए
नर्म गुलाबी होंठ जैसे ओस से भीगे गुलाब
और गालों पे लालिमा भोर के आकाश सी
हाथों की उँगलियाँ थामे है
डोर रेशमी प्रेम की
और पैरों में झनक
उठते हैं सैकडों स्वर,
जब शरमाकर वो तलवे
आपस में हैं मिलते इठलाकर
लेकर अंगडाई उतरती है ज़मी पर
फिर तुम्हरी मृण्मयी
मिलन की आस दामन में छुपाये


हो चली दोपहरी
अब भी बुन रही है ख्वाब हो
है आस अब भी कि
आएगा कोई संदेसा
पूछती है खुद से
आखीर उनका ये प्रेम है कैसा
उँगलियों में उलझी लटों को
बांधती, विरह से नम
झील सी आँखों से है ताकती
एक चुप्पी सी है शाखों पे
परिंदे खामोश हैं
थम गयी है हवा
थम सा गया है सब जहाँ
पर कहीं भीतर है उठने वाला
इक तूफां
बहुत उमस है,
शायद अब बरसेगा आसमां
लेके आयेंगीं घटायें
मन् में छिपे दुख का सावन
बहुत बरसेंगे ये नयन
लगता शाम ढले

शाम ढल रही है अब देखें क्या होता है ..रात युही गुज़रती है या कोई खबर आती है

Best foods to eat before practicing yoga

We are what we eat. A balanced approach to eating is a matter of being mindful and intelligent. Experimentation and alert attention are the key factors to balance and growth of an individual. Yoga is about control and that includes a total control on one’s cravings.

Ideally it is recommended that yoga should be done on empty stomach and the best suited time is the early morning hours when you can delay the breakfast but if you are doing a yogic session in the evening or any other time of the day it is important to eat something light at least 2 hours before the routine, So that the food gets digested before you exercise.

Overeating can make one feel groggy and too full to do the postures, whereas under eating can have a more debilitating effect. When you get spaced out from food deprivation can lead to a severe drop in glycogen and blood glucose levels and dehydration.

In people with vata or pitta tendencies, skipping a meal can cause not only low blood sugar and dizziness, but may also lead to constipation, poor digestion, and insomnia so one should consciously choose our food when doing yoga.

One should make the food choices according to what suits us best. With the practice of yoga, a sense of what is right for your own body will emerges so that you can adapt a food system to support your practice. A light snack ensures that the carbohydrates in it provide the energy, besides helping in avoiding cramps.

One should select foods that feel good to the body, combining ingredients so that they complement each other in taste, texture, and after-effect. The climate of the place where we live, season, our activities of the day, stress factors, physical symptoms, age, size, weight, habits, tastes, and body metabolism help us determine daily food choices.

The balance of ingredients in the dish depends on the available preparation time and how one is feeling that day. One can not stick to one particular diet all the time. One is the best judge of the individual body rhythm and one should listen to the gut instinct when planning a diet during yoga sessions.

The kind of food you are eating is important rather than when. It plays a vital role in maximizing the effect of yoga

Avoid heavy foods:

Foods like pasta, fried foods and meat should be completely avoided before a yoga session because these particular heavy foods can just fill your stomach and takes long time to digest well.

Oily and fatty foods and also other complex carbohydrate substances including proteins.

slow down body’s ability to perform complex asanas. They too should be avoided.

Avoid food that triggers acid reflux:

Foods that are mainly responsible for causing acid reflux include alcoholic drinks, spicy foods, coffee, onions, spearmint, citrus fruit juices and other caffeinated products. Make sure that you do not eat these foods before your yoga class.

All fiber rich food should be avoided because too much fiber can stimulate the digestive system at an inappropriate time.

Prefer fruits and vegetables:

Fruits and vegetables can help a lot. They not only increase body energy levels, but also help to reach the fitness goals quickly.
I personally prefer a glass of warm water with lemon juice and honey to detoxify my body at least 30 minutes before my yoga routine in the morning and a few dates, sprouts or nuts or some fruit like melon, banana or an apple depending on the availability, before the evening session.

Whatever one eats should be nourishing and light to capitalize on the calming effects that yoga has on our bodies. Soup and salad or steamed vegetables or maybe yogurt with honey works best for me.

Eating is a personal practice and it is for each individual to adopt a balance to support and nurture the style of yoga complimenting it with nutritious diet. There is no one size fits all’ solution and each person has to device a method to suit herself/himself. What you eat should provide energy and clarity.

NaBloPoMo post

The Witch of Portobello : A Must Read

I was tempted to put this as a blog post along with AC where I have just posted it, just to get more viewership. It is a book I recommend to all.

This is also my NaBloPoMo post.

The Witch of Portobello

The Witch of Portobello

My introduction to Paulo Coelho came from a friend who is a Pranic Healer. I was unwell and had nothing much to do than rest. Someone got me the books I had listed and I immersed myself in them. I read The Alchemist and The Zahir and liked them.

On one rainy day I Picked up The Witch of Portobello and read the back cover.

“How do we find the courage to always be true to ourselves—even if we are unsure of whom we are?”

I knew it was going to be a long association with the writer and the book.

There is something magical about this book. I wonder if it was my interest in witches or something about the cover and the design of the book that made me pick it up.

The rain clouds were thundering outside and I began to read, tucked in the warmth of the blanket. It touched me somewhere deep, this story of a young woman named Athena, a gypsy by birth who is adopted by a wealthy Lebanese couple who flee from Beirut to UK. Portobello is a street in London where Athena or Sherine Khalil holds her worship meeting.

I began to associate with the main character and many a times stopped to ponder how similar some thoughts can be. It stirred me to the core of my heart and it was in the wee hours of the morning that I read the last line, still unable to keep the book. I stared at it for long time as if bewitched by Athena. Such is the power of this excellent book by Paulo Coelho.

There are phrases and lines in the book that you would like to mark for life. I did.

It is a biographical account of a mysterious woman called Athena, depicted through a series of narrations by individuals who directly interacted with her such as a journalist, an actress, a doctor turned witch, a numerologist, Athena’s adoptive mother, her ex-husband, a Catholic priest, a Polish neighbor, a bank manager, a Bedouin, a restaurant owner, Athena’s birth mother, a French historian They either knew her very well or at least thought they did.

“People create a reality and then become the victims of that reality. Athena rebelled against that—and paid a high price.” —Heron Ryan, journalist in The Witch of Portobello

The first person perspective helps the reader to connect with each one of them and that sure seems the purpose of the author and one can also chronologically follow Athena’s life.

Many people have not liked it as much as other Coelho books but for me this is a pilgrimage of soul, an inner journey into the hidden power of our life infused with philosophy, religious miracles, love, fear of loss .

It is a story of her spiritual quest, her constant urge to fill the empty spaces in her life, her efforts to connect to her spiritual side through music and dance.

Excerpt from the book

“I learned calligraphy while I was in Dubai. I dance whenever I can, but music only exhausts because the pauses exist, and sentences only exist because the blank spaces exist. When I’m doing something, I feel complete, but no one can keep active twenty- four hours a day. As soon as I stop, I feel there’s something lacking. You’ve often said to me that I’m a naturally restless person, but I didn’t choose to be that way. I’d like to sit here quietly, watching television, but I can’t. My brain won’t stop. Sometimes I think I’m going mad. I need always to be dancing, writing, selling land, taking care of Viorel, or reading whatever I find to read. Do you think that’s normal?”

There are many places in the book where her search for finding out her true identity is brought out in a very compelling manner. Not afraid to tell her dreams she makes her own rules and lives by them.

“Athena’s great problem was that she was a woman of the twenty-second century living in the twenty-first. Did she pay a price? She certainly did. But she would have paid a still higher price if she had repressed her natural exuberance. She would have been bitter, frustrated, always saying ‘I’ll just sort these things out, and then I’ll devote myself to my dream,’ always complaining ‘that the conditions are never quite right’.”

—Deirdre O’Neil, known as Edda in The Witch of Portobello

I won’t write much about the story as I would prefer that the readers buy a copy and discover Athena and themselves through the book itself.

I have by now read it at least ten times and each reading has made me connect to some aspect in me that was hidden till now.
It made me think about my life, my identity as a woman and my relationships.

“NO one can manipulate anyone else. In any relationship, both parties know what they are doing, even if one of them complains later on that they were used.”

-The Witch of Portobello

It gave me a new strength to follow my dreams and to realize them irrespective of everything.

“People who return from battle are either dead or stronger in spite of or because of their scars. It’s better that way; I’ve lived on a battlefield since I was born, but I’m still alive and I don’t need anyone to protect me.” – The Witch of Portobello

I discovered many finer aspects of life in general and about my own quest to justify my existence in the universe.

Those who wish to know more about the author Paulo Coelho can visit his blogs on Paulo Coelho’s blogs.

And follow him on twitter paulocoelho

In the end I would recommended ‘The Witch of Portobello’ to each one of you. I rate it as a perfect 10.

ek din zindagi ke naam..ek kahani

एक दिन ज़िन्दगी के नाम

दूर कहीं कोयल की कूक गोपी के कानों में पड़ी तो अपनी अलसाई अधखुली आँखों से , अंगडाई लेते हुए, उसने एक नज़र अपने चारों तरफ देखा और एक हलकी सी मुस्कराहट होंटों पे लिए चादर तान के फिर आँखें बंद कर लीं |

ठंडी हवा के झोके उसकी सर को सहलाते रहे और गोपी सपनों के पंख लगा मंद हवा के साथ एक अलग ही दुनिया में खो गया| आज उसे कोई जल्दी नहीं थी| ढाबे का मालिक एक दिन के लिए अपने घर गया था और आज का दिन केवल उसका था|

अचानक जैसे ही उसे ये ख्याल आया तो गोपी की सारी नींद हवा हो गयी.. पूरा दिन कोई काम नहीं ? ना बर्तन मांजना , ना लोगों को खाना परोसना , ना टेबल कुर्सियां पोंछना और ना गरम तंदूर और दहकते हुयी रसोई के साये में दिन बिताना | कुछ नहीं |

आखरी बार ऐसा कब हुआ था की उसके पास अपने लिए कुछ लम्हे थे ? शायद कई साल पहले जब बाबा और माँ जिंदा थे और वो पूरा दिन बाबा की गोदी में चढा रहता था या माँ के पास कंचे खेलता रहता था | शायद पॉँच बरस का था वो तब. फिर किस्मत ने करवट ली और सारा जीवन ही बदल गया| चचा उसे अपने साथ शहर ले आये और इस ढाबे वाले को बेच दिया | तीन सौ रूपए कीमत दी ढाबे के मालिक ने चचा को | लाडो का ब्याह जो करना था, एक एक पैसा जोड़ रहे थे वो फिर एक और बच्चे को कहाँ से खिलाते | चचा फिर कभी उसका हाल जानने नहीं आये |

गोपी ने कभी इस बात का दुःख नहीं मनाया की उसकी ज़िन्दगी को इतने सस्ते मी बेच दिया गया | हालाँकि यहाँ सुबह चार बजे से रात के दो बजे तक काम के सिवा कुछ नहीं था पर दो वक़्त की रोटी और सर पर छत तो थी |

एक लम्बी साँस लेकर गोपी ने चादर उतारी और झट से हैण्ड पम्प पर मुह धोने चला गया | थोडी ही देर में वो नहा धो कर तैयार था अपनी ज़िन्दगी का एक दिन अपनी ख़ुशी से जीने के लिए |

बटुए में से उसने कुछ पैसे निकाले और ठाठ से चाय वाले काका की दुकान पर चल दिया , आज उसने रसोई में ना घुसने की कसम खा ली थी | चाय नाश्ता करके उसने साहेब लोगों की तरह छोटू को एक रुपया थमाया और बोला ” रख ले तेरे लिए है “| छोटू ने भी हस्ते हुए दोस्त से रुपया लिया और अंटी में रख लिया

सारा दिन गोपी नदी किनारे और गन्ने के खेतों में घूमता रहा| हरीश बाबु के आम के बगीचे में से उसने कुछ आम तोडे और पूरी दोपहर आम के पेड़ के नीचे पैर पसार कर नीले आसमान को निहारता रहा|

कभी तितलियों के पीछे भागता तो कभी भूरी कुतिया के पिल्लों के साथ खेलता और वो भी एक नया दोस्त पाकर जैसे पगला से गए थे| गोपी ने जेब से पैसे निकाल कर गिने | कुछ दस रूपए थे , दौड़ कर वो फिर चाय की दुकान पर गया और एक थैली दूध और एक प्लेट ले आया और फिर खूब आनंद से सबको दूध पीते देखता रहा |

शाम ढलने लगी थी और चिडियाँ अपने घरों को लौटनी शुरू हो गयीं थी| चारों तरफ शोर ही शोर था | गोपी ने एक नज़र आम से लदे पेड़ों को देखा और धीरे धीरे वापस ढाबे की और चल पड़ा|

अचानक उसका मन् उदास हो गया | एक दिन जो उसने अपने ज़िन्दगी के नाम किया वो खोखला सा लगने लगा| सारे दिन पर नज़र डाली तो अपने जीवन के खालीपन का एहसास हुआ | एहसास हुआ उस अकेलेपन का जिसे वो ढाबे के शोर गुल और मालिक की गालियों के बीच भुला बैठा था | एहसास हुआ माँ और बाबा के ना होने का | यही सोचते सोचते उसकी आँखे और गला भर आये |

सुस्त क़दमों से अपने बोझिल मन् को लिए वो वापस ढाबे पर लौट आया| छोटू ने उसे मुह लटकाए आते देखा तो दूर से चिल्लाया ,” क्यूँ रे गोपी दिन भर कहाँ मस्ती मारता रहा और ऐसा सूजा मुह बना कर क्यूँ बैठा है? कोई मर गया क्या तेरा ?”

गोपी ने छोटू की हँसी और बात दोनों को अनसुना कर मुह फेर लिया और आँखों में भरे यादों के सागर को छलकने से रोकने का यतन करता रहा |

हाँ , उसने सोचा शायद कोई मर गया है | शायद मेरे अन्दर का वो बचपन मर गया है, शायद वो खुशियाँ जो मैंने अपने परिवार क साथ मनाईं थीं वो मर गयीं हैं, और शायद मेरे सारे सपने सारी उम्मीदें मर गयीं हैं |

ज़िन्दगी सिर्फ चूल्हे की आग में जलने के लिए बच गयी है| अब तो खुद के साथ समय बिताना भी कठिन हो गया है | शायद वो गोपी ही मर गया है और एक नए गोपी ने जन्म ले लिया है जिसका जीवन कोल्हू के बैल की तरह ढाबे की ज़िन्दगी के चारों तरफ घूमता है |

जेब से बचे पैसे निकाल गोपी ने वापस रख दिए| जितने उत्साह से वो इस दिन का इन्तेज़ार कर रहा था वो उसपर बहुत भारी पड़ने लगा था | अभी पूरी अँधेरी रात बाकी थी | सामने छाए की दुकान बंद हो गयो थी और छोटू अपने मालिक के साथ घर को निकल चुका था | कुछ दूर ,दुसरे ढाबे में आने जाने वालों का खूब शोर था और काम धड़ल्ले से हो रहा था|

गोपी ने कपडे बदले और सामने पेड के नीचे बिछी चारपाई पर लेट आसमान को देखता रहा | एक्का दुक्का तारे निकलने लगे थे | चाँद भी धीरे धीरे बादलों में से लिकल रहा था | ये भी मेरी तरह अकेला है गोपी ने सोचा| पूरी रात भटकता रहता है | पर खुद के दुख छुपा कर हम लोगों को कितना सूकून देता है | कल मालिक आ जायेगा , फिर लोग आयेंगे , ढाबे में रौनक छा जायेगी | शायद कोई ट्रक ड्राईवर फिर मेरे लिए कुछ सामान ले आये | फिर नए लोगों से मिलना होगा और ज़िन्दगी फिर पटरी पर चल पड़ेगी यही सोचते सोचते वो ना जाने कब सो गया |

ठंडी हवा ने मुस्कुराकर हलके से उसके सर को सहलाना शुरू कर दिया और चाँद मखमली बादलों में छिप गया ताकि वो आराम से सो सके | आखिर ये उसकी ज़िन्दगी की एक अकेली सुकून भरी रात थी , जहाँ केवल वो था , उसके सपने थे , उम्मीदें थीं और कुछ नहीं था |

What a night !!! …

There was a morgue like silence as we three ManU fans watched our heroes crumble in front of superb Barca players.

WE had been waiting eagerly for this night of UEFA champions league final and were sure that ManU will take the crown again but as the game progressed , it was clear who ruled the field.

It was a dream performance by Barcelona and a nightmare for ManU.

Kid 2, an ardent fan of ManU saw the disaster with moist eyes and Kid 1 left the room in search of peace and solace in the form of sleep.

I was just speechless as FC Barcelona were crowned European champions for a third time – and the second in four seasons defeating Man United 2-0.

Cristiano Ronaldo was brilliant in the first ten minutes and could have scored a couple of goals BUT IT WAS A DISASTER ALL RIGHT AFTER THAT. The team just did not perform. It wasn’t their day at all. The match ended then and there.

There was vibrant display of passes and moves and two awesome goals by Eto, and then Messi. The UEFA Champions League’s top scorer produced a fabulous header to lift the trophy.

Barca’s manager, Pep Guardiola, became the youngest manager ever to win the Champions League at the age of 38.

Though not a Barca fan, we had to admit they were brilliant on the field and displayed the best defense tactics ever.

The ManU fans were stunned into silence both in the stadium and here at home.

Barca also ended United’s record 25-match unbeaten run in the competition and gave them their first ever defeat in a European final.

(Image courtesy Yahoo sports)

It was a fabulous match with some awesome performance by stylish Barca players. United never really got into the game with Barcelona defending superbly nullifying the threats of Ronaldo and Rooney.

I still feel that ManU will be back next year, stronger and full of spirit.

As if this was not enough, the power went off just after the match for full three hours. Kid 1 WOKE UP TO FIND kid 2 and me engrossed in a serious talk about what went wrong where and gave us chilled water and wet towels to cool off. Much to the annoyance of Kid1 who was devastated.

We all sat in sweat and darkness till around 4 in the morn and then all the tired defeated soldiers went to sleep.. Sleep in a big healer and all was bright and sunny today till Kid 1 announced that we will watch the match again closely.

Well not again .. but an order is an order I am cutting short my post and going back to the TV room to face the ordeal once again.

I guess a hearty meal and an evening out will cheer up the lads and take their mind off it.

Nanhi kali(the tender bud)I too want to blossom:Female Infanticide

girl-child1The village was slowly waking up to yet another day. The birds had left their nest in search of the early worm and one could hear the bells in the temple on a distant hillock.

Very few people were out at this time. Two figures emerged from behind a cluster of houses and started walking hurriedly towards the thick fields full of wheat crop ready to cut.

They had a mission. They were going to commit a crime no one will know of. A little bundle slept peacefully in the arms of one of them.
On reaching a specific spot near the canal, they unwrapped the bundle and mercilessly held the little baby girl’s head under water till the helpless infant stopped struggling to breath.

They pulled it out and quickly buried her in the previously selected makeshift grave. This was the second girl they had buried in three years.

washing their sinful body in the silent canal water, they returned and vanished behind the rows and rows of houses.

Nothing stirred, even the air became still, as it witnessed this gruesome act of murder.

“Female infanticide is the intentional killing of baby girls due to the preference for male babies and from the low value associated with the birth of females.”

What we are up against is a deeply ingrained patriarchal attitude to which even the medical profession and the women, who in spite of being the victims, unthinkingly subscribe to.

What is the future of womanhood in the land where the girl child is killed using every possible means by her own family especially her own father, brother and in many cases even mother. Many a times they are simply not allowed to be born.

According to a report by the United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF) up to 50 million girls and women are missing from India’ s population as a result of systematic gender discrimination in India. In most countries in the world, there are approximately 105 female births for every 100 males.

In India, there are less than 93 women for every 100 men in the population. The accepted reason for such a disparity is the practice of female infanticide in India.

Five million girls were eliminated between 1986 and 2001 because of fetal sex determination done by unethical medical professionals. The rate of extermination continues to increase after census 2001.

The practice is taking an alarming proportions and is shockingly common in even rural areas where people do not normally have access to sex determination facilities.

The family waits until the mother gives birth, and when they find out that a daughter is born, they go ahead and kill the baby by adopting various means such as strangling the baby, giving her poison, dumping her in a garbage bin, drowning her, burying her alive, or suffocating her with pillows etc.

Many a times female foeticide is the easy and simple way out for those male child hungry couples. Sometimes Barbaric methods are used to kill the fetus, endangering even the mother’s life.

What is disturbing is that female infanticide is not considered a big crime and rarely do culprits get convicted. Surprisingly, Sex-selective abortion are not always forced upon by husbands and in-laws , they are often done in consensus by the mother.. Since she is the one who has given birth to the unwanted female, it is her who must do away with it. She is forced to do so at times, and willingly does so at others since she herself desires a male child for various age old reasons rooted in our society.

A research was conducted to analyze the patterns of female foeticide and infanticide in China, India, and other countries in Southeast Asia. ( I searched the net to discover this and I am quoting )

The report concludes:

“( The magnitude of the phenomena of female foeticide and girl infanticide in India, China and other parts of Asia has reached a critical level creating a worldwide demographic imbalance with, in turn, drastic economic and social consequences. Over 100 million women are now missing in Asia which will result in a 12 to 15 percent excess of young men in the next twenty years.


It will take generations to change people’s mindset but the situation worldwide is so dramatic that we cannot afford to wait any longer. It is imperative that the International community calls on the governments and all actors responsible for this human and demographic tragedy to enact laws and take urgent measures to fight these violence and discrimination which, by denying the first basic right of all – the right to life – denies all other human rights. )”

What are the causes of 10,000,000 female infants killed in the past 20 years in India.

1. We need a son to carry our family name , to ensure continuity of our family line.

2. A son is needed to perform the last rites so our souls will attain peace.

3. A girl means expense as we will have to pay dowry and get her married.

4. We need a son to take care of us in old age while a daughter goes away to another house after marriage.

5. I need a son to complete my family.

When I look at these reasons, which mainly people give for wanting a male child, I wonder what kind of family line they want to continue, with what value system. won’t it be better if it finished then and there. and if every one thought the way they do where is the DIL going to come to carry forward the esteemed family name?

How many sons take care of their old parents in reality is a question to ponder. Look at the old age homes where mothers and fathers spend their last few years trying to hide the vacant dreams in their eyes.

Why not educate the girl child and make her self sufficient. It is known that you educate a girl child , you educated a family.

Why not oppose the dowry system and take law seriously. For it is one of the main reasons for female foeticide and infanticide. We should stop programming the girl child from the moment it is born to accept the so called Indian values, customs and rituals. Is it not needed to end the need for dowry itself instead of finding shortcut solutions to this evil practice?

We should stop the discrimination at home where the girl is underfed and her share is snatched to feed the good for nothing brother. The girls are advised and taught to stay indoors, learn to cook and wash, clean and sew for they have to go to another house after marriage.

She is not sent to school as education is considered a taboo for her and of no use to her as she is that unpaid slave who has to just birth children and slog for her husband and other members of the family.

She is snubbed and frowned upon if she dares to talk of her dreams, aspirations or in some cases abuse from the hands of family males.

This is our country where women are seen as images of Goddess.

What hypocrites we are?

We invoke our scripts and religion when it suits us and do what is convenient for us when it suits us.

We do rituals and offerings, go on pilgrimage to various Devi temples and abuse the woman of our house, kill the unborn daughter, ill treat the one who survives and sell her to some good for nothing hand pecked boy .

For their entire life most of the women live chained in the hollow bonds of being a daughter, sister, wife, mother and die every moment fulfilling the demands of that relationship.

Somewhere their essence, their identity is lost and they mutely take on the wrath of the hypocrite society.

I think the time has come for a collective uprising against the murder of the very essence of womanhood. To bring the change and to be the change.

This is a NaBloPoMo post for today

(image courtesy Google. All credits to rightful owners )

Ek Chadar maili si

Apni zindagi me jhanka to beete huye salon se bhari huyi kitab ke panne bikharte chale gaye. vyaktigat sangharsh ke dauran apne ko kahin door chor diya aur rookne ka vaqt hi nahi mila. Khudko samjhne ka, sarahne ka aur khilne ka.

Aaj ek kasmasahat hai. Apne se sambandh toota hua lagta haiMann ki dehleez par kayi sapne , kayi vichar khade hain. Kuch purani pehchan hai unse.
Jivan ek tarfa sa ho gaya tha, mere andar ki kalakar, likhika, nari, nartaki, jayika aur ped, paudho se pyar karne wali malin, barish ki phuhar me sahaj hansnewali aurat aur sath hi aurat hone ka ehsas ,sabhi kuch ek purane kapdo ki gathari me bandh kar mann ke kisi kone me phenk diya tha. apni nayi seemayon me main aisi bandhi ki sare shringar choot gaye aur ek sookhepan ki chadar ordh lee.

Zimmedarion ki ye chadar ab ghisne lagi hai.
Ise uthar dena chahti hun.. ek rahat ,ek aazadi ka ehsas mehsoos karna chahti hun.. ek nayi chadar odhne ka..shayd aadat si ho gayi hai chadar odhne ki..ek suraksha ka ehsas milta tha, garmahat ka bhi. Chadar hi mera astitva ban kar reh gayi thi.. meri pehchan.

Kaun hai es chadar ke neeche, kiska jism hai, kaisa hai, kis rang kahai, kaisa dikhta hai ye jism ..sab bhool gayi thi main.
aaj phir wo jism chadar tale karvaten le raha hai ..khle aakash me pankh lagakar udna chahta hai .. khwab dekhna chahta hai, unhe sakar karna chahta hai.. chadar ki garmahat se nikal kar insani garmahat ko mehsoos karna chahta hai..

us naadi ki tarah behna chahta hai .jo apna rasta khud banati hai ..virodh me tod kar nikalna chahta ..talab ban kar thaharna nahi chahta ..bandhna nahi chahta .mukt hona chahta hai.
pane ko dekhna chahta hai paas se ..apne me sabko samana chahta hai.
Jana chahta hai us sansar ki aur jo usme hai ..mujhme hai.hawa, khushboo, samudra, badal sab banana chahta hai ..ek bhasha ek parivesh nahi ..sab kuch.

is maili si ghisi chadar ko utar aaj maine pehli bar khud se mulaqat ki ..apne andar ki sundar nari se do baaat ki ..
sab bandhan , sab zanjeeren tod de. aaj apne ko sahi mayne me muqt kiya ..

Ab main khud apni pehchan hun ..

samay aa gaya hai apne se judne ka… jeene ka .. apni abhivyaqtiyon ke dwar kholne ka.. jeevan me rang bharne ka .

Samay aa gaya hai  sadiyon se bari khamoshi ko todne ka ..apne sapno apne adhikaron ko aawaz dene ka..

First Spicy Saturday, now Tangy Tuesday: BlogAdda..YAY!!!


Life is truly delicious.. the right blend of spices and just a bit tangy 😉

This is awesome ..I mean being recognized twice now by BlogAdda is some achievement for me as a upcoming blogger.

Thanks guys 🙂 ..

First my Mother’s day entry was selected for Spicy Saturday Pick

and now my post on

Breast cancer

has been picked as Tangy Tuesday Pick .

Last few months have been awesome for me as a blogger and the kind of response I have got is simply superb .. I want to thank all my reader for showing faith in me.

10,000 plus hits on WP more than 8,000 on AC and 100 plus followers on twitter is gr8 😀 for a newcomer.

Thanks to Indiblogger and BlogAdda for giving me chance to showcase my writings.


Award For Me … A friend’s loving gesture


tagged me to her post and passed the award to me. It sometimes feels so overwhelming to find such loving friends.

I am supposed to write 10 things about me

1. I am a true Libran so 10 points are slightly insufficient for me to describe myself :0

2. A complete netaddict and compulsive blogger. I have this insatiable hunger for writing and unless I tweet, blog, scrap, mail , my life seems hollow. 😀

3. I love nature, travel and am very concerned about the current state of environment , flora and fauna in my country. Especially the poaching and decreasing number of big cats in our tiger reserves.

4. I am a hardcore foodie and die hard chocoholic. Give me some bars of dark bitter chocolate or any other for that matter and a some books to read and you can lock me in the room till the two last.

5. I am scared of flying. very scared 😦 …Now don’t laugh .. I know it’s stupid but I love planes and speed and all that but I go week in the knees when I have to be part of the game. Hope I am able to get over it soon.

6. There is an inner child in me which very very few people know about. I love to connect with it and let myself go to another world away from the madding crowd. We are the best friends.. inseparable till death do us part.

7. I am a big emo person and get affected by even the slightest things. Good or bad. It really causes me many a heartbreaks but still I can’t let it go.

8. My sons are the biggest gift from the creator to me. I love to see them grow into good human beings and feel that somewhere I have justified my existence on earth by giving them the right direction. It’s another matter that they may not follow it when they leave me..

9. I love snakes, big snakes, spiders, and all such creatures :D.. I think they are mostly sadly misunderstood and people need to be educated about them ..

10. Ghosts, spirits, vampires and all the so called dark creatures are my favorites and I love to read about them maybe do a little planchet sometime. Death does not scare me.. being handicap and dependent does..

Like I said I am still confused if I have done justice to this post may be I should have written more but let me tag a few friends now