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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Alone with a dream, in a city

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जिसे तूने  रब-सा पाया था,
जो सदा से तेरा हमसाया था।
जिसे खो के भी खो  सकेगा तू,
तुझमे वो तेरा अभिमान हूँ मैं...

I wrote them years ago. Times were different then. Well they always are. And the lines mean more deeply to me, than then.

There is this something which is troubling me since past few days. I wish to resolve it. 

I  bid adieu to New delhi, few days back. And here I am in one of the most beautiful cities of India, Chandigarh. Delhi made me a different person. I would rather say, it transformed me from a kid to a young woman, a thinking and questioning woman. I learned. I failed. I rose. I lost. I found. Yes, Delhi I remember everything you gave me, and I'm thankful to you. I'll come back one day I promise.


I am on my way to something, and I do not know if I'd get it or not. People make choices, sometimes sacrifices. Sometimes life itself is taking away from you, some sacrifices, without even your knowledge. That is how they say, the balance is maintained, Isostasy, you see. 


People come and people go. Moments appear and moments depart. Cities, villages, towns, all so different and yet full of similar people become a part of our lives, and so do their stories. We're all heading somewhere. And we don't know whether we'll get there or not. But let this not stop us from living life as it comes, cherishing it, growing old with it, wiser and evolved. We are humans after all. We can think, question, complicate, and resolve. For its all in our heads. For even animals can feel. But we can channelise our feelings, derive energy from them.


Living alone in a new city, teaches you a lot of things. Yes you're alone and that pinches you often. But, you know you have a purpose. And you have somewhere started to trust your efforts. Believe me, don't trust anyone else, but them.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

A heartfelt truth

just felt like sharing it. I can feel its every word.

Mom and Dad, You’re Not Invited to my Wedding

http://indiaopines.com/sexist-indian-wedding-rituals/


.....Mom and Dad, do not come to my wedding. I love you and refuse to see you bow down, plead and bribe someone to marry your daughter, whom you have taught to be independent all your lives. I cannot forget your lessons in the blink of an eye. Hence, you are not invited.
By: Jui Mukherjee