Scribbles

Life moved with hallow moments ailing togetherness ended in pain, As you moved to never come again; Memories we cherished are still the same, but you shut the doors to never open again. Cool headedness, prompt mind went insane as you silenced to never speak again. Empty roads an endless effort an ageless affection went in vain, as you turned on back to never face again. Free mind is fed with Thoughts so chained as you left to never be again. In gloomy darkness spread an eerie silence nothing showed except that half- burnt flame as you bid adieu to never greet again. All that was mine lost in simoom, nothing left to claim as you became stranger to never be intimate again. An untold fear, hidden hope narrates an incomplete tale , as we parted to never meet again... I am indeed where my heart is. Not where my mind takes me...

Young girl was molested in Guwahati.Folks entertained themselves as if it was a circus with chained deer being pilloried and played off. Was she wearing two pieces? Was she wandering naked? Even if she was who gave men right to molest an independent creature?? Sorry..Men are born with rights..They are born masters!! To quote Paulo Coelho “To a man it never really matters what women wears, because mentally he is undressing her.” If this a psyche how attire is relevant when the subject is eve teasing or sexual assault? When a child who is few days old is raped, can she be said to be provocative? She hardly possesses assets which men die for…. When old woman is raped, can we say she attired herself in obscene dress??She might have lost all her feminine traits of attracting or seducing male.. When sex is the common desire .for both male and female….then why we don’t see a woman whistling at a man who is in his underpants?? Why can’t men control their urge…it’s because i

Einstien,Twain,Edison were born out of class, before the text proceeds , I would like to say here 'class' doesn’t mean the structure with four walls, one door, two windows, one teacher, books and the pack of chained students. Here class is the niche of brilliance, freedom, discovery, imagination and invention. I wish to have education system that forges humans with brain and not machines with grades. As a student .I always wondered, how one can go about saying two plus two equals to four? Without anyone questioning why? Just because our course book said so. Why in history "dates and events” were asked? When no one taught us the resemblance to the days which we live in. Why for learning anything new, we need old books instead of new ideas? Why make notes in class, when the brain is blank and ink in copy left no hammer on thinking? Why teachers ask us to learn by heart, while it is the mind that is required to do so.? Even Winston Churchill had a dig at his tea

I don't mind waiting for you entire life... but does that mean;  you 'll keep me waiting entire life? I don't mind living without you.. but does that mean; you'll let me live alone? I don't mind saying 'I love you' first but does that mean; you'll not take that step first..? I don't mind you not confessing but does that mean; you'll never confess it at all..? I don't mind dying with your love but does that mean; you'll let me die without being loved.? I don't mind your absence but does that an opportunity for you to take away your presence from my life..? I don't mind dreaming and desiring you but does that mean; you 'll not give those dreams and desires a chance..? I don't mind standing alone but does that mean; you don't be an all time companion I waited for.........???? PS - I love you..

Earlier this month I heard inflation soaring,reaching its double digit figure.prices of even staple diets were sky rocketing.this left thousands of Indians hungry.But in my wedding ,inflation lost its clout.we defeated it. Irony of t he nation.spicy Indian wedding outshines every disaster.so let me tell how this all began. "Are the wedding cards ready"?asked my father. my mother said"they should be the best cards ever printed in the family","even if it costs you fortune".she told my father. I never understood when wedding cards'  final destination was rag man's shop,why we wasted our hard earned pennies . Through the eyes of my veil  saw my cousins,peers going for shopping,fetching themselves best pair of clothes,to get that so called  perfect look.even when I know when my wedding ground would be a cold war between wannabe brides.,who wouldn't look at each other .Not because they pretended to be beautiful but because if they see

Today in the morning my cucu alarm got late and i was woken by another one.braying sound near my vicinity .by the time sunshine reached its best,the quarrel got worst. Young couple were fighting because it was February 14th and none of them got each other gifts. Such a megalomaniac generation,just because it is February 14th ,you need gifts,you need love? seeing them i went down the memory lane and recollected my love moments 60 years ago.I don't know whether in that age saint valentine had his clout or not! Late Mr Mathur,my husband and i seemed to have valentine day,every time we were together. Every time i served him tea and newspaper it was a valentine moment, Every time he helped me in my household chores it was a valentine moment. May be life then was not that busy.Gadgets and gizmos didn't occupy much of our time.space.mind. Once i asked Mr Mathur "even when i am 60, would you still love me"? "Mrs Mathur " he said "No ,god sent me he