Scribbles

Disclaimer : this piece is not the product of fiction. The characters in the piece are taken from real life .any resemblance to fantasy is purely intentional. Statutory warning : girls who use their boyfriends as drivers and guys who drive car begged from dowry my words may be injurious to your health, make up and masculinity respectively. These winters have seriously taken toll on the lucknow roads, here traffic is a natural phenomenon and nobody escapes this glorious event in any part of the day. Anyone driving through engineering college, tehri pulia ,munsi pulia and the great polytechnic . This is the natural phenomenon that is so integral, that when on Saturdays it’s not there, people feel incomplete. Though my father has suggested me to drive through kapporthala road which has less traffic, but I love to drive through this mess ,since I learnt my best life lessons while I got stuck in traffic, like being more patient, kind and down to road. This Thursday it was e

On January 10 ,as I entered the college campus ,the eerie silence echoed .I entered the class room which was soo- side .the door opened to emptiness   and vacant seats .it was not reminder that its holiday but a voice came “Niharika don’t look like moron ,the last semester has arrived. Fewer students and short college hours are reminder that everyone here is trying to wage the war against the last semester. Those who never turned up, I wonder were they always busy with their internships or so called eternal relationships. Since semester one blame game over the Jugadu College, boring teaching ways and much ado about our loved lab, that now I think has been removed from brochure as well. In me last semester has instilled fear, happiness and confusion, oh my lord all these things doing curd of my brain. The last semester for me is like that empty, dusty road in the woods from where destination is not visible because of the foggy weather. So anyone who would come down to me sar

While I was lying on bed with my all body parts in dormant state .these two were wide awake and none of them ever wanted to end and rest. Censor brain was lampooning me  “First time in the history of writing world Booker International awards its prestigious prize to a self –styled writer for to at least write manuscript and search for publishers. The announcement came, last night after the fraternity was tired of some loose dreams of the lady who resides by the river Gomti and thinks to be residing by The Thames. Aping the same gesture Pulitzer fraternity too announces Pulitzer prize 2014 to the same moron for at least go out and try some ground reporting.” Then artist brain took the charge “ Censor what’s wrong with you ,cant you think something creative ,there is always something destructive going on in your brain, you don’t know one day this lady and her pen would conquer the world” Censor brain imploded” what conquering her favorite overused word, don’t you see

December 31 st it rained cats and dogs. There was storm outside and inside Kavita who is maid by profession and destiny. Her life has been bruised along her aggressive masters and abusive partner. When on morning January 1, 2014, around 4:00 am she left her bed, she decided today would be real happy New Year for her. Her husband still laid in inebriated state as if his mother breastfed him with the beer. People’s life began after sun rise; however her life sets after the sun rise. She works from 4:00am to 10:000 pm today she was feeling devil inside her, she decided to revenge from the world that has always abused her. So when she was preparing the breakfast for her husband, she mixed craton tiglium (jamalgota ) in his meal .what she did was the thin edge of the wedge, deadlier things would follow soon. At      8:00 am she left for b1/454, a white bungalow .everyone still has last night hangover. They lay on their bed, it’s too cold outside and they are too fragile to do