Indelible Musings

Okay. This post took me quite a while to write. Not just the regular editing, re-writing, re-phrasing, beautifying (not much), etc etc but also feeding, playing, chatting with my baby kept me away from writing this blog. My previous post had mentioned how keen I was to pen down my thoughts. This post too is somewhat going flashback. No, I am not revisiting all the nine months of my pregnancy rather sharing an observation that I made during those nine months. This is one observation that I had long back but it just got better in the past few months. It’s about the people around me- Family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances, “Facebook” friends etc. January 4th, 2014 was when I came to Delhi with my mother. Yes, I had quit my job. Not many knew of this except a few close friends, who met me in Delhi and of course, my colleagues and family. In fact, many would get to know through this blog post that I have been jobless since January :-D But like I have always been, I kept myself occup...

I have been itching to write this blog. Not just because I love to write but because the last two months have been quite tiring for me physically, mentally as well as emotionally. Somehow I felt, writing might give my mind a break from all the disturbances. Things had been wandering in my mind since long but I was unable to find the time to put them down into words. While I do not wish to delve much into detail about the overall emotional balance of my mind, I do wish to share something that I underwent while my stint at the hospital, where I delivered my baby. Like they say, “in the history of so and so..” for me too, the birth of my child coincided with a historical change that our country witnessed on the day. I gave birth to a baby boy on May 26th, on the very day, when India swore in its 15th Prime Minister, Narendra Modi. Everyone was excited about the fact that the birth of my child will coincide with NaMo’s new birth. But this blog post is not about this coincidence either....

This blog post had been running in my mind since long; especially, after I watched the movie, ‘2 States.’ Though, I thought that I should write a review, but then, it would have been the same as any other review. Hence, I decided to delve into another angle, which I pondered upon while watching the movie. The movie, which is an adaptation of a novel, ‘2 States- The story of my marriage,’ by Chetan Bhagat, does not need any introduction or conclusion. It very succinctly reflects the basic idea of a love marriage in India. Love marriage, that too, between two people belonging to two different states. As Chetan Bhagat mentioned in the book, and like Arjun Kapoor says in the movie, [What is most important in a marriage?- Love. But In India, marriage is a slightly longer process. It is not only about love between a guy and a girl. But also, the guy’s family has to love the girl; the girl’s family has to love the guy. The guy’s family has to love the girl’s family and vice versa. And, in b...

Disclaimer: This post was written for a website, however, since I did not get any revert with respect to the post; I decided to upload it on my blog. These are my personal views. They might be different from others. So, please read it keeping an open mind :-) "To Love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something but to be loved by the one you love is everything"- Paulo Coelho Indeed, love is not a thing but a feeling that is felt by each one of us. Often this love culminates into a beautiful relationship giving birth to marriage. But as time elapses, this beautiful relationship turns into something that we are alien to. Why does it happen? Don’t you feel like celebrating the 25th 50th or 75th many such jubilees with your better half? Of course, you do. Let us observe what makes a marriage successful. For any marriage, be it love or arranged, the first and most important thing is to build trust. Once you are married to someone, that person not only becomes...

To whomsoever has been a part of my life in some or the other way After a long overhaul, I thought its time for me to say thank you to you for being so kind and generous in sharing with me your emotions. I know, I am your true companion in every sense. You must be wondering how? Of course, I am. After all, I know what you wear everyday, what do you eat everyday, what do you to impress the guys or girls you meet in your office/college/public place. I know every moment of your life. I think I know more than even your parents would. However, I have seen the after-effects of what happens when your parents read what you have shared with me. How can i forget that "why-didn't-you-share-this-with-us-first" look. Sorry, Am I rude? Oh , I didn't mean to! But hey, come on! Think of it. Things that are dear to you. Things that you would not want to share with any third person. Things that even if you shared, you would want to keep some of the secrets to yourself. For ever...

It takes a lot of effort to type out what you really feel, in a blog post. Moreover, with no space constraint, you are free to write as much as you want or you like. Just like I do. Not that I am a regular blogger. However, off late, reading many blog posts by friends, some known and some unknown, I am forced to stretch my imagination. Not that I am going to write some fiction, non fiction, poetry, article, opinion etc etc but I know by the end of this post, you readers will get something to read. And, who knows? May be after reading the post, you might feel why did I waste my time in writing this? or may go wow and exclaim "That's something I have never written.." Jokes apart, I don't think I am the lone person, who gets ideas, words, expressions after reading and reading and some more reading. By reading, I don't wish to restrict myself or you to a mere newspaper reading. To each his own. I like to read blogs and books, sometimes magazines and surf websites as...

This post is a response to what Mr Abhijit Mukherjee, (sadly) son of the President of India, said today about the protesters in Delhi. So, Mr Mukherjee thinks that the protesters were all "dented and painted" women and not any students. I wonder what made Mr Mukherjee vent out such a remark in an interview to a vernacular news channel. His words- "Those who are coming in the name of students in the rallies, sundori, sundori mahila (beautiful women), highly dented and painted." show what sort of mentality or rather what goes on in the mind of this fellow all the time. Mr Mukherjee, an MP from Jangipur seat which Pranab Mukherjee had vacated before his election to the post of President, had surely overlooked the fact that an interview to a vernacular news channel will not remain within the confines of that particular news channel or rather that state boundary. Considering the kind of media hype surrounding the recent protests in Delhi, this remark was definitely not g...

How many times have you been stuck in the middle of somewhere? Unable to decide, which way to go? What to choose? If chosen, whether the decision was correct in all aspects or was it merely an answer to the millions of questions popping in your head. Guess, everyone has their own way of looking at things. What might be an easier decision for you, might turn out to be a difficult one for someone close or related to you. Often, while deciding on these choices, we tend to forget the things that we are surrounded with. We forget that had it not been for the decisions we have been taking till now, our present wouldn't have looked the way it is. Our present looms under the shadows of the past thereby affecting the future. As the saying goes, "Karmanye Waadhika Raste Maa Faleshu Kadachana" , to translate in English, Keep working hard without worrying about the result. There can be no short cut to hard-work. If you work hard, results will automatically appear and well enough....

You don't need anyone to tell you to write. But more often than not, there is something in the mind that pops up and we end up writing about it. It can be anything. From a poetry, to a travel writing, to a book review, to opinions and comments, and so and so forth. There have been times when I have read a piece, a news, an article, a book, and have felt writing what I personally feel about the topics written or discussed in the read matter. But, there is something that resists me from writing that down! With the social media becoming so advanced that an 400 word article can be posted in merely two or three lines as a Facebook status or Tweet, the days when you actually sat down by the window side, sipped through a cuppa coffee and poured your heart out in a diary or a laptop, seem long gone. May be not for many. Off late, I have been reading a few blogs where the author has written about what s/he feels about something that is bothering him/her personally. By reading those blogs,...

I finished reading an article today in India Today magazine on how the Rural India was fairing better than the Urban India in all aspects. Several aspects were taken into account in the article that showed how the Rural India faired well and why. From GDP and per capita income to all the sectors that have contributed towards the growth of Rural India, everything had been presented well in the article with statistics. The three major reasons found to be the cause of this change were: spread of telecom network, good rural road network and lastly, the improvements in communications and transport. The article also had profiles of some of the change-makers who played a major role in their small ways to help better a village, a community or even a small fraction of the population in some remote corner of India. To take for instance, a 31-year-old man from Manipur invented a machine that could withstand electric shock- an electric shock-proof converter. Don’t think this man is some great en...

My blogs earlier used to be either poetry or my comments on something related to what's happening around the world. But now I have realised, after seeing other blogs as well that I should write on anything and everything under the sun! Till the time, they are my own, what's the big deal about it! This post I dedicate towards 'Happiness." Many of you who will read this post might wonder what's wrong with this writer, why is she writing about something many people would have already written, re-written, shared about! But that's what my blog is all about. I don't care if someone has already written about the post I write today. For what I care is, I will write something. I have always wondered about that one moment when a person feels 'happy to the core." Happiness can come from anything and everything. We just need to look around and see. We can be happy when we are home. We can be happy when we are at work. We can be happy when with family and f...

So after a long wait, i take to writing this blog post. I don't know what took me so long to write. Writing is something which I always wanted to do and loved doing it. However, off late, I have become 'lazy' to even sign into my blog accounts to write something. I open the laptop, open the MS Word doc and then close it again without 'saving' anything in the document. Why? I do not know. Never before had I taken aversion to writing. It is not that I do not want to write. But it is this laziness that has struck big time and hard. I had so many things to write. So many things to share. However never took the courage to pen down anything. Everything became a 'tweet' or a 'Facebook' status! I still ask myself what is it that is stopping me from writing. I know, if i wish to, I can write and that too very well. However, if I take a long sabbatical from writing, my ideas will fade through just like my memories. And, I do not want that. For fading away...

The usual afternoon it was. After a nice lunch, consisting of, maacher jhol bhaat, I stretched my legs on the bed and was watching TV. Out of habit, I took my cell phone in hand and first thing first, logged into my Twitter account via mobile. My Twitter account was flooded with tweets about Tsunami alerts announced in India. For a moment, I was taken aback. Tsunami? Why? Suddenly? Then scrolling down Twitter, I realised that it all began with an 8.9 measuring earthquake that hit Indonesia which had an impact on cities in India as well, including Chennai, Kolkata, Delhi, to name a few. I was amazed. I was shocked more to see the name of the city, where I reside presently, in the name of tremor-felt zones. I wondered where the hell was I? In dreams? No, I was busy enjoying my meal with my husband on a hot and sultry afternoon at home. Discussing about everything, from office to car to traffic, but not once did we realise that amidst all those discussions, we missed out the tremors tha...

Childhood has always had a special place in our hearts. It is the time when there are no bindings on us on how to do what. It is the time when we just let ourselves be the way want to be. Nothing to bother about, except going to school, coming back, studying a little bit, playing games etc; on holidays, the freedom to step out wherever we wish to. Childhood is so not like the times that we face when we are out of schools, suddenly surrounded by responsibilities that have to be met in a positive manner. Once we step out of the boundary that exists between school–life and college-life, we come to face the realities that are far from what we imagined in our earlier days. The competition to get into the best college of the lot, the zeal to survive the years of graduation, the confusion over whether to complete post graduation or settle for a professional course, one out of all this mess, the main responsibility to get into that “dream” job pops up. How often we feel like stepping back ...

I was reading an article that was published in the magazine supplement of  The Indian Express,  called "eye" last Sunday. The article was about how the world of "Toys" have transformed the childhood by introducing the children to the adult world at a very nascent stage.    The article made me ponder over the fact that it is not the just the toys that have explicitly made children groom themselves like the toys but it is also the Cartoon characters that we get to see on television nowadays. The Cartoons are no longer a means of entertainment for the Children; they have been full of such high-voltage action that the children try to imitate in the normal life.   The likes of Mickey, Donald, Goofy are long gone and have taken the shape of Dragon Ball Z, Power Rangers, Ben10 etc. What baffles me all the more is that now the children are more attracted towards such action packed cartoons and do not associate themselves with cartoons ending with moral lessons anymore.   In...