Eloquent Feelings

Fear is man's greatest enemy of all times. Not that the brave do not fear a thing but they tame it. Fear, like all other emotion is inevitable but not invincible. It can be defeated and conquered! But, if not tamed, fear will tame you and that's what precedes cascading failures in life. It is precarious for life. Imagine the spider which tried and tried and tried to mount a wall inspite of falling again and again; had it been a pusillanimous creature, we would not have had learnt the lesson of 'try, try and try again'. If it had given up then, we would have never known its story. The MountainDew ad rightly says that 'darr sabko lagta hai' and it very well shows the essence of facing it. You never know what lies on the other side of the wall of fear. Obviously I do not endorse drinking of a particular drink to tame fear but I insist everyone never to give up due to fear. Fear comes basically from two things- changing what exists since long, and, the other come

One more night of survival ends here. I just survived a day of hopelessness and I truly feel like congratulating myself. This is how 'growing up' turns out to be at one point of time, I suppose. Days turn to nights and nights to days, people and time change too but the constant feeling of "where am I going?" never changes. I long to see what's in store for tommorrow and all I carry inside me is the people who have become blurred but memorable lessons. We tend to adapt to the kind of feeling a person makes us feel and that feel runs through the blood like a magical drug and when it disappears after sometime, like every other thing does, we get insane. We have dreams and we work hard but suddenly we realise that hard work is not the only key to success, and, the toughest lesson of life is the acceptance of the fact that life is unfair, most of the times. Then, there is another lesson of learning the art of letting people go. This is the period when I forget that

Who says perfection is a myth? Mothers are perfect! They personify the term perfect; so tender, caring and most of all- sacrificing. From sacrificing her night’s sleep to sacrificing her share of scrumptious food, they always prioritized us. If you ask me about my siblings or friends, I can tell you about a lot of moments that were special but with my mother, every moment is special.  She is the only one who made me believe that love is unconditional and still exists. Healing to me is her soothing smell when I sleep on her lap. How can someone love so unconditionally and selflessly, may be this why whenever we say “MAA” an overwhelming feeling overpowers us. I don’t know what happiness actually means but to me it is the breeze of peace that hits me gently when I hug my mother. She always knew what ingredients were required for a perfect upbringing. She knew about the cruelty prevailing in the world we live in yet she dared to teach her daughter honesty. It happened when I was in firs

I stared straight into the eyes of the other me. Her eyes were narrating a similiar story. Lessons, solitude, traumas and pain- I know how she felt because I have been through the same! The world has its influence on me; I smile and laugh for the world to see. But when the darkness envelopes the sky, The haunts creep in with the pain soaring high. How come world's influence did not touch her? She is exhausted but she is a fighter. The other me is other than me; She looks torn apart and weary. The mirror shows me the strength in me, And tells me that I need to set my soul free. The other me, my soul, is the the reflection of me; Yet she is other-than-me.

With so many smartphones flooding the market, it is very important to check the features of a smartphone before buying. Different buyers will have different expectations from their smartphones; some will use it for gaming, some others for pictures, some others might use it for internet, etc. One phone cannot cater to the needs of all kinds of customers until and unless it is Zenfone 2. I strongly feel that Zenfone 2 is launched to redefine the smartphone experience, it is so because it is the first smartphone of the world with 4GB RAM. There are a lot more than this in the new Asus Zenfone 2. I would like to redefine my smartphone experience with Asus Zenfone 2 because of the following reasons: Battery: The main requirement is a long lasting battery. How can someone use a cell phone whose battery drains every now and then? Smartphones are used for doing multiple tasks at a time and several applications run simultaneously. In that case we need a phone that performs these tasks and us

That night was a no different night, with me submerging my conscience in music and giving up for the day, putting my weary fake smile aside after a long and exhaustive day. I was tired of doing nothing all the day, even breathing was a laborious task for me to do. I logged in to my facebook account as I knew that sleep was miles away for an insomniac like me. Scrolling up and down my news feed, I passed my time listening to music and yearning when I saw my stranger friend’s status that I vaguely remember now. All I remember now, he was mourning his friend’s death and tagged hiss mood as “depressed”. Suddenly, waves of compassion rose inside me hitting my conscience and I thought of pinging him. “Hi!” “Hi.” “Hi…” A few more ‘hi’s from the other end were left unopened and ignored by me. I wondered if he was going to seek vengeance on me by doing the same but this did not refrain me from pinging him. “Hello, How Are You?” I left a message for him. Within no time his messaged popped

There is a world under the blanket, There she lives alone. Submerged in the songs and lyrics, Only light comes from the cell phone. Where she feels waves of memories lapping, On the threshold of the conscience; She leads her mind to hibernation, And lets the waves stream down her eyes. There is no happiness but some peace; When the lyrics speak for what she feels. Slumber envelopes her, and; And the music heals.

Kellogg's cornflakes have been my favorite since childhood days. The love for cornflakes amplified with its availability in varied flavors. If its varied flavors are so yummy then I am sure that Guptaji’s family’s enticing cornflakes recipes would be very scrumptious. They got so many recipes for breakfast that anyone would be lured to visit Guptaji’s family for breakfast. Like others, I too am interested in visiting him for breakfast; especially for the walnut chocoballs. As they say, the “First Crush Wala Nashta” will give you a piece of heaven and being a chocolate lover I have this strong urge to get a piece of heaven. Healthy and yummy food is generally considered as a myth as healthy food is not yummy and the yummy ones are not that healthy. But Guptaji’s family has come up with exciting recipes where they have used cornflakes to prepare yummy dishes and we know it from our early childhood days that cornflakes are healthy. We grow up seeing our siblings, grandparents and

“I don’t know whether I will be back or not.” he said and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. Rubbing my sleepy eyes and taking things for granted, as I knew papa would be back, I did not take his words seriously and went back to my dreamland as soon as they left. FEW WEEKS LATER: I woke up to the ringing of my elder sister’s phone in the early morning and overheard her conversation. I could only understand that we were asked to reach for the airport and take the first flight to New Delhi. I knew he wasn’t well. I reached there and met my uncle who had come to receive us. I tried to read his eyes which were slightly red and he looked tired. Things were pretty normal; I sighed. Just when we were about to reach the hospital, my sister said to me, “He is no more.” “What?” I almost screamed in a shock. My uncle turned back to as what the matter was and we kept mum. No, I did not believe it and I, at least for once, expected and wished to meet him. As I reached the hospital, I saw

Some things just happen, they may or may not be destined to happen but you make them happen. Sometimes you need to rebel, sometimes you need to protest, Sometimes you have to be the hero, sometimes you need to wake up. I woke up to the rays of the sun kissing me and the birds' chirpings at my window. I rubbed my eyes which were filled with hopes for a new day, a new beginning. Stretched my hands and remained on bed, doing nothing, for a while before I finally moved out of bed. Like always, I was late for my class and it was my mid semester examination day. I hurried to take shower and got ready in next thirty minutes. In the next few minutes, I was in the bus stand to catch the first bus. The bus came and it was fully packed; having no other option left, I took the bus. Though it was fully packed, I managed to get a seat that was reserved for ladies. I took my bottle of water out and started to drink water. It was then when I felt a man leaning on my body taking advantag

Boys, it seems, have a natural inclination towards cars and bikes. The small boy in our home who cannot utter words clearly remains awestruck everytime we go for a long drive. He remains so occupied with cars that he does not wish to return home. We take the longest roads and travel few extra kilometers just to appease him and his love for cars. The dry diaper keeps him dry and happy which is amplified by the beauty of cars and bikes. As he is growing up, his mischievousness is growing too and it takes extra energy for him to remain active all the day.  Not only the nutritious food but also a dry good night’s sleep is necessary for him. How can he learn without making mistakes? We give him space to commit mistakes and learn from them. This liberty makes him smile everytime he breaks his favorite toy. The smile of serenity in the morning when he gets up can brighten up anyone’s day! It authenticates the fact that the dry diaper has provided a sound sleep to him and he is ready for

“Stay strong! ” How often people misinterpret these words! Whenever I was on the verge of breaking down, someone said, “Stay strong.” I thought it meant not to cry. I pulled my socks up and bounced back. Everytime I bounced back, I lost a part of myself to the cruel hands of past. Parts of me eroded as I started enduring the lessons from life. The lessons from life mostly compiled the people who left, wrong choices, forever good byes, etc ! Pain is bitter. It is a clingy lump in the throat that demands to be swallowed. As it travels inside you, it feels like sharp blades are ripping the wind pipe from inside. As soon as it is swallowed, the bitterness causes the eyes to get teary! It aches inside, engulfing everything you have within you and all you are advised to do is to “stay strong!” But, pain is the staple content of life; not because you need both ups and downs but because it is better than the nadir of despondency. I have walked on the shattered dreams of mine. With each ste

I saw a familiar figure coming in my direction like a ray of hope nearing me in a dark tunnel. “Fatso! What’s up??” I heard his voice from some distance which was faint but audible enough for me to recognize him.  I smiled, it was natural and inadvertent. He was like the rain after the drought that helped all the dust from the tragedy of the past to settle down on earth. It felt fresh and light when I smiled, after a long time. Something inside me reacted when he came closer and my brain reacted in a reflex, my hand lifted itself up to embrace a new beginning, or, to continue something that was left incomplete someday in the pages of my book that has been turned by me then. I embraced my past-before-the-latest-past in my arms where probably he embraced his temporary future in his arms. Whatever it was, nostalgia hit me hard and I melted into silent tears which I managed to hide from him. He was and still is real bad in learning my feelings from my eyes but I felt warm. It felt li

 “I am participating in the #TheWorldRemade activity at BlogAdda in association with India Today #Conclave15 “. I understand the fact that a Utopian world is a myth, yet if given a chance to be the creator, paint the beliefs and behavior in a new way and design a new world, I would make sure that the following persists in a new world where I can take pride and happiness in saying that “Here’s The World Remade!” No polarized sex: How does it even matter if a person is a male or a female? What change it will bring if I tick on the box for female in the admission form? If the upbringing of a guy teaches him that a girl is different from a guy, the seed of curiosity is being sowed in his mind. This reaps an inquisitiveness of devouring her body as puberty struck him. This curiosity is in the girl’s mind too. They will be taught that both are equal and every school and college will be a co-education institution regardless of gender. Girls and guys will be blessed with equal stre

Past is on And still haunts It is dark It is cold It is scary My dead soul is what I carry. All are dead Few awake I run I fall I crawl Trying to forget all. People are cruel For them I fail They push They stab They kill No more there is anything I feel.

I stay there mum and numb! Sitting with my chin on knees curled. The sky is about to shed tears- As it sees me wearing fears. The silence is getting too loud to bear; And the cold emptiness is making me shiver! The only thing living in my head is death; To the Almighty, I'm losing my faith! Darkness comes crawling and tickles my toe, The warmth in me is long gone, everyone is a foe. A black hole of struggle between death and life- Making my soul weak and curled inside. They call it strength as it doesn't show on my face, My soul is indeed succumbing to this weakness.

Our eyes met as soon as he came near me. I saw him catching glimpses of all the fellow passengers as if trying to read everyone he was travelling with. To be honest, I was doing the same. I was analysing and observing everyone my eyes fell upon as I was going to spend at least sixteen hours of my life with these people. I know very soon we all will embark on our journeys and depart without biding adieu to each other after this journey ends. Some will be going to funerals, some are returning back to their homes, some are going for new year celebration, probably the one I saw reading others was going to attend marriage with his family and extended family. Very soon, we all settled down and the journey begun. Though I have been on many journeys till date but this time it was different. A part of me was dead a long back and months before that I was buried under heaps of responsibilities. With these upheavals in life I have undergone a drastic change. This journey is the first journey for