Complicated thoughts in a simple mind

We all have been through the phase in life where we were taught to pen down our thoughts. We must have wanted a pretty diary and a super smooth pen, waiting to give words to our imagination. Diary entry was a part of the curriculum, portrayed beautifully in movies and Anne Frank was for sure, an inspiration for many of us. The major thing missing across all the platforms was, to maintain privacy. Well, we all knew diary was a secret affair, yet, we never knew the consequences of the cat being out of the bag !!! I started writing diary in 2006. A teenager, dealing with all the teenage issues, the diary was my route to another world where I penned down all my fantasies, painted beautifully, along with the harsh realities of life. Exam tension, differences with parents, irritating sibling, all these made a daily entry, along with my infatuation for a long-lost classmate. 😋Things went on smoothly for 6 months, yes 6 months without anyone noticing what I was doing, till one summer after

48 years earlier, our beloved Gulzar had penned a poem. A satire on the country's situation back then. Salil Choudhary converted it into a  musical with a great team effort with Mukesh and Kishore Kumar. Vinod Khanna supported a bunch of supporting actors to visually represent it. Among all the names mentioned above, we only have Gulzar in between us today and I am sure, he must be flabbergasted, seeing the relevance of his poem even after almost half a century and so must be others, if they are somewhere in heaven or hell 😉 Song: Haal Chaal Theek Thaak Hai Film : Mere Apne Singer : Mukesh and Kishore Kumar Lyricist : Gulzar Music : Salil Choudhary हाल चाल ठीक ठाक है,   सब कुछ ठीक ठाक है बी. ए.किया है, एम.ए.किया, लगता है वो भी ऐवै किया काम नहीं है वरना यहाँ  आप की दुआ से  सब ठीक ठाक है आब-ओ-हवा देश की बहुत साफ़ है कायदा है, कानून है, इनसाफ़ है अल्लाह मियाँ जाने कोई जिये या मरे आदमी को खून वून सब माफ़ है और क्या कहूँ छोटी मोटी चोरी, रिश्वत

I have grown up with a high dose of nationalism. Feeling goosebumps at every flag hoisting ceremony, and eyes welling up with every patriotic song played at any time of the year, I could connect with each and every word of each and every song. Independence Day and Republic Day were the most awaited time of the year, not because of the sale, but, you know, a patriotic Indian. I was joyful and untouched in my own bubble for a long period of time and then LIFE HAPPENED. I read. I watched videos. I saw the situation around me. Today, everything seems hollow. I cannot seem to connect with anything I used to be fond of, back when I was naive. It seems nationalism has changed its definition for me. There has been one particular song that would make me cry every single time I heard it. It made me swell with pride. Today, it holds altogether a different meaning for me and  "I AM NOT EVEN SORRY" Song : है प्रीत जहां की रीत सदा  Film : Poorab Aur Paschim Starring : Our Very Own

10th Aug '19 1:15 AM Its windy and drizzling. I si t on my balcony with a mug full of Nescafe Classic, writing this while I watch the lights in the apartments around and hear the leaves rustle.. Perfect ambience :) Now the ones who know me, also know well that I am not a nocturnal animal. I have rarely been awake for midnight celebrations even. So you must be wondering what's the occasion today ... It might sound stupid, but a romantic movie just around my sleeping time has somehow awaken the dormant lover inside me. Lover in the sense, the cliched one, and I am glad it happened... Years of Bollywood dose had made me a die hard romantic, a mushy one. Rains, candles, balloons, streamers, flowers, surprises.. the list could go on and on. However, with time and maturity, I changed. Or I thought I had. .Being more practical and reasonable, I had closed myself from all sides, all the feelings buried deep inside, thinking and acting very sensibly and lady like that I had

I write this while watching my husband sleeping. On a video call.. From past one hour... We have been married for four years and eight months today and like literally, every day, I talked about some day when we would be physically apart. We always tried doing stuffs on our own saying who would do it when we weren't around. Both of us had known all this time that someday, I would be away on some foreign deputation or higher studies, or may be some unforeseen situation might arise which would cause us living separate for a certain period of time.Never even once, did we think, it would be so difficult,living away from each other because we had not prepared ourselves emotionally for a physical separation.. We don't look forward to go home now, for there would be no one around. We don't look forward to a weekend, for we'll have to spend it without each other. We don't look forward to a day to end because time flies during the day while we are at work, but evenings s

Lately, I have been apprehensive about keeping myself updated with the current affairs. Every time that I try accessing any source of information, I come across a lot of crap. There is one basic issue and n number of people beating around the bush. With every "Faking News" being treated as a true incident, I don't think there's anything more left for Indians to become the stupidest that they could be. Today, Every person connects himself with some cult and blames the other for not following his ideologies. There had been a lot of hue and cry some years back when Aamir Khan had said that India was growing intolerant. I had not seen any flaw in his statement then, I don't see any flaw in his statement now. If I utter a single statement against the ongoing system of our society, I am questioned on my patriotism and made to see Pakistan and Middle East countries dealing with anarchy and how people are not given freedom to do anything. I am made to realize how blessed

The title of the post itself reflects its content. Looking at a five years younger me, I had never thought back then, there would be a day when I actually question Bollywood gyaan on love and romance. Being fed the staple diet of Yash Raj Films, Dharma Productions and Rajshree Productions to name a few, all my life for 25 damn years, all the formula of romance was kind of programmed into me.. I also wonder how did  I unprogramme myself. Well, I guess, a dose of reality was sufficient for that. Today, I feel sick of even thinking how my brain had been designed to imagine the illusion and create a masterpiece romantic out of me.. When I had a brush with the reality, I realized : There's no "happily ever after" funda in life : Life is a sinusoidal curve. You get to live the ups and downs of every emotion everyday. You might love a person to the extreme at one moment, but that doesn't guarantee that you would not have negative emotions for him Saavan Barse Ghab