Scribbles

Dressing is optics of illusion. It does nothing but to give colorful cover to body. Some industries just bask on this optics. Mornings in hostel particularly on week days are welcomed with yawning faces, unkempt hair, lazy and hasty movements .Sleepy face looking at the washbasin mirror with one of the hands holding the toothbrush with uneven toothpaste spread over it is another sight into hostel morning. Some girls rush to the bathroom and washroom respectively .For some girls envy is the usual alarm which helps them leave the bed even they are not willing .They want to be the first to conquer the washroom or bathroom. For the conquest of the bathroom they have their daily idiom that they will get late if did not go first, their office is pretty strict about the timings. Today is yet another the morning of weekdays where the same routine is followed. Sameera wakes up to the hustle bustle outside her room. She comes out of her room dressed in her green dotted maxi; she

Yesterday my three friends and I went to Jantar Mantar for the protest against appointment of Mr Gajendra Chauhan as the director of the Film and Televison Institute of India(FTII). Leaving our classes midway we joined them at Jantar Mantar, the police had still not allowed them to pass by and go ahead, they group was stopped by the yellow barricades. Students were singing and sloganeering for their cause. Then a small group of students started walking towards the Central Secretariat, we were also asked to join, thus we followed them wondering what would happen next. No sooner we reached CS, than the policemen warned us not to go ahead of the footpath, they asked us to stand there with our posters and mouth closed. No placards no sloganeering. We followed what they said as we were in small number, while we were still sitting and talking how to proceed, a photographer from news organization clicked us with different angles to get the right shot. In next few minutes to our shock a po