UNDERSTANDING... IS IT INCLUDED IN LOVE?

Its a saying that if you love a man.. love him less and understand him more and if you love a woman.. love her more and don't understand her... Its never so love is a happy mixture of caring sharing and understanding if any one is lacking then its not love exactly.. so weather a man or a woman both need the feeling of being cared and they both needs to be understood.. if these simple feelings are shared life becomes beautiful...

THINGS THAT ARE BOUND TO HAPPEN

I have always seen and face them regularly.. 

1. when my hands are covered in grease my nose will itch.

2. right after I have cleaned my car a bird will shit on it

3. when your car has broken down your mobile stops working or you are standing at a place where your server stops working...

4. when ever I wear white I end up spoiling it... so I hardly wear them 

5. when ever I think of eating something specific I never find it so I end up eating something I dislike..

6. traveled odd 70 km to meet my friend and in the eve find out my car keys are in the car..

7. worlds most important and urgent calls come when I am in the bathroom... and when am in need I never find one...

8. the best of all I NEVER FIND THE REMOTE CONTROL OF THE TV WHEN A CONDOM ADVERTISEMENT IS GOING ON AND MY NANI IS SITTING WITH ME... GOD THE SIDE LONG LOOKS MY NANI GIVES ARE LIKE X-RAY GOING RIGHT THROUGH ME... god somewhere am a human being... I do forget where I kept it :P lolzzzz

HAPPY WOMENS DAY

What are we... at one time we are sweet another time we are naughty.. at one time we are courageous and at other time we are cowards.. we are strong yet we are weak.. we hate to be tamed but still love to be tamed.. we remember everything yet we forget important things.. our smiles can sweep a man of his feet.. we make heads turn for us.. our touches can make some ones life worth living.. our preying lips cure many diseases.. we are determined in achieving our goals but we can let go of that goal when some one needs us.. we are understanding.. we are soft natured.. but strong willed.. we are mothers, daughters, sisters, friends, wives every day we play various roles.. we are there in the corporate world at par with men.. yet at home we are humble.. sometimes we are Durga sometimes Kali some times Saraswati and definitely we are Laxmi.. we are powerful yet we are controlled... we are WOMEN... HAPPY WOMENS DAY TO ALL THE WOMEN ON THIS EARTH...

SAVE OUR PLANET...SO THAT IT ALLOWS US TO LIVE

We sometimes forget how minute we are how insignificant we are in front of the world and its natural powers we are so busy proving ourselves our worth and powers.. in building things for destructing our own kinds or in grasping land from others that we forget that the world or mother earth is more powerful than us. Daily we destroy her either by cutting down trees or bombing on her every day we disrobe her and we forget her powers.. But she.. after so many tortures replies back.. then our best of the best powers are good for nothing.. Like the recent Tsunami at Japan.. Japan which was growing at a very fast rate was considered to the next world power was totally destroyed with just a shake of this earth.. where was its powers then... when Tsunami attacked our coastal regions what could our people do... we should remember that we are not powerful in front of her and if we destroy her she will revert back and with full aggression.. It wont take her days or months to destroy the human kind it will take only few seconds and we are finished... Its very important to respect her and love her then only we can survive.. Please SAVE OUR PLANET..  

WHAT IS THE REAL MEANING OF FREEDOM...

what is the real meaning of freedom.. being yourself.. do what you feel like.. go where ever you want to.. or is it some thing else... I have been searching for this answer for so many years and have met and asked people to define freedom and got these answers.. but am still confused because we are what we are and we do what we want to do, we go to place where our hearts want us to be... then what is freedom... for this I guess I need to ask a soldier to define the real meaning of it.. then may be they will say the fresh air that you breath without being scared... the everyday laughs you share with your friends ... to be close to your near and dear ones without being scared of loosing any one... most important the land where you walk you can call it yours... thats freedom... hats off to the soldier who give their lives to keep us safe and unharmed... warm in our mothers cozy arms...

AAHHH THE HUMAN PSYCHOLOGY

God this human psychology.. why don't we think straight.. why do we always see a situation in a modified way and through a microscope.. why do small problems turn out to be big if discussed.. why we say "suppose" to the other person and don't allow them to suppose and answer.. why do we say "don't worry everything will be fine" when we are biting our nails.. why do we say "I understand you" when we are totally confused of what they just said.. hmmmm due to all these reasons may be I feel that EVE DID THE WORST MISTAKE BY BITING THE APPLE OF KNOWLEDGE.. POOR ADAM HE STILL COULD NOT GULP IT DOWN FULLY..

DAD'S TOO HAVE FEELINGS....

We always say that mom is the epitome of love, affection and care but we usually forget that DAD is also important... Dad is a person who works all day and sometimes all night just to keep the family comfortable and happy.. he hardly shows his feelings... like when the children cry they too feel like crying but they cannot as, if they do then the whole family will fall apart.. when a child is happy the dad too feels happy but has to remain stern so that the child can keep performing well... when ever we need money we run to him taking him as our ATM or Bank Account and he happily gives money but still says SAVE SOME THING.... we need guidance for profession we run to him for any big decision we go to him only.. when a problem falls on the family he only behaves like an umbrella and a rock.. he too has emotions love care and soft feelings its just this that in the daily life he never shows it to anyone... but if you look deep in his eyes you can see the real soft spirit he has....   

ME N MY SHADOW...

whenever I sit alone and I look around the only thing that i find closest to me is my shadow... shadow, its such a strange thing.. its been there with us since our inception its the nearest things to us.. it knows so many things that others don’t know...it has seen so many things as I moved on in my life. its been there with me when I was left behind.. strangely it never complains it never says anything.. but its stays with me.. so many people have trampled over it... so many times I have walked over it but still it stays with me.. as my best friend.. sometimes I ask it "oh my shadow do you ever feel angry with me don’t you feel frustrated that you are bound to be with me only.. there are so many people in this world you can easily leave me and go to them".. but no it stares at me intensely and then laughs at me and says "you fool am there as your eternal partner.. and I am there till death do us part"... so it is truly me n my shadow...

THE TOMATO GARDEN

An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad, as I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa

A few days later he received a letter from his son: Dear Pop, Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie At 4 a.m.

The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son. Dear Pop, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances. Love you, Vinnie.

I AM ALIVE... STORY OF A TREE...

I have been standing here for so many years. So many things I have seen I have seen many functions and many people. I have seen the people around me growing old and retiring. The gardner too he became old in front of me and now his son is here.. such a handsome boy he is and he really loves me... every after noon he comes under me and takes rest talks to me and in the evening he leaves for the day for gearing up for the next tomorrow... That day too he came under my shade but was very busy in cleaning up the area.. There was supposed to be a huge function that day.. the tents were on and people decorating the otherwise slumber garden... by evening people gathered there.. the Hi-Tea was on when suddenly.. suddenly someone shouted FIRE... FIRE... and people ran here and there.. I saw my friends they tried to save themselves but poor us we had to be there only when I suddenly saw I AM BURNING... without much thinking I took that fire on me so that I can save those many people I see running... I too shouted in pain but no one could hear me I burned till I fainted.. then I don't remember anything... the next morning i woke up I saw my charred body... it rained last night and that helped to douse the fire but i was surprised that I don't have any feeling and I realized am dead I cried and I cried went up to my friends but they could not see me but they were talking about me and my sad ending... I saw few people coming near my dead body with an axe.. but the gardener he stopped them he shouted at them and said "no you cannot cut it down it will come back to life I know it will..." those people gave some days time and said I don't come back to life they will remove me from there.. with a heavy heart I looked up to god and asked "what can I do now.. only you can help me" He smiled and said you go back and see what happens in few days time... with some doubts I came back looked at my body an enter it ... few days passed by nothing happened and I lost my hope when suddenly I noticed from the corner of my eye... something green yes it was green.. there were some new leaves I WAS ALIVE.. I CAME BACK TO LIFE... I looked at my friends and shouted I am alive and they were overjoyed to see me coming back to life... a bird flew up to me and sat on my branch and merrily sang and said soon you'll be green again and see life in and around you.. soon our nests will decorate your branches and our children will chirp merrily here... 

"I" "ME" THE EGO

What is "I" is it just a word or it defines something.. whenever this thing comes in my mind I feel what to do cause this "I" actually defines what I am for the world and what I am for myself..  this word "I" is very strong it actually connects both the self to create one thats me but how can one define "I"... what I feel that when the two world that is the external and the internal world come together and unites at a point that where the word "I" is born "I" that defines what I am for the human eye and "I" that defines what I am for my eyes.. there is a part of me that I show to the world and that is what I want them to see.. the part which I am comfortable to share with others that is the external ME... now the rest half which I keep to myself comes out when I am with myself... this internal self is someone that tries to hide from everyone it is shy may be still a baby that need to be born or may be I dont want it to come out... but still its a part of me that helps me to be ME... what I feel that there should be a communication between the inner "I" and the outer "I" and this can happen only when I bring all my thoughts together and sit and concentrate to understand myself.. thats when I meditate to feel what I am and what I should be that is when I meet "I" "ME" n my EGO..

IN A DILEMMA !!!!!!!!

Of late so many things have happened and they happened so quickly that I still don't believe that they are reality. I am still in a strange dilemma as to what ever decisions taken were they correct or not.. now a new dilemma began. I just happen to come across an old friend of mine with whom I used to study in school and it was obvious that a grand conversation began between us over a cup of cappuccino.. we were meeting after 6 years she had been out of Delhi for long. I was definitely startled as to what brought her here as she only informed me that she wont be returning to Delhi any more. Then she told me certain things that really startled me more and I thought  are our hearts that week that it falls in love easily with anything or any one.. how is it possible that we cannot control our hearts.. why do we have to suffer hearts aches or hearts breaks.. why cant we stop our hearts to make the same mistakes again.. 

I guess heart is a fool, it is a jolly old fool that can never differentiate between the wrong and the right.. it makes the same mistakes again as it is innocent and doesn't want to know why it made those mistakes.. I too had heart breaks and they ached a lot and then I decided not to fall in love again but that silly old fool it fell in the trap again.. strange, when will it will realize that its better to give up rather than giving in and face the worst again.. but as soon as some one says that situations chance from time to time the foolish heart feels happy and starts walking on the same path...

There had been certain pasts in my own life which hardly few know and that did make me weak at times and it did bring me down to my knees and cry why it happened to me and when will I be free of these bondage's.. now as I am free and leading a fresh new life these memories come back and haunts at times and a tear trickles down my cheek which makes me feel that I still have emotions left in me I am not a stone..  but now I have made sure that I will not make the same old mistakes I have made in life.. rather now my brain will do the main talking.. heart it wont stop beating for sure but it will surely stop talking as I will not allow my tears to come out of my eyes I know my heart is weak and gives in easily but my brain is strong and it will not I am sure I'll be happy now... emotions will be there in me love will be there in me I'll still remain humane but the only difference will be my heart will talk less.... 

WHERE DO THE SOULS DEPART

where do our loved ones go when they die.. do they go to heaven or to hell or do they stay in between and watch over us.. why do our grandparents say that they become stars and if they become stars why we cannot point out which one is the one I love.. when I lost boogie my world came crumbling down on me as she was my strength and my love and my life.. everyone said stop crying and the reason they gave was "think of boogie's soul how can it rest in peace" but still I kept crying how could I live peacefully when the one I loved madly was not there for me.. what can I do if she is not there.. then everyone said "let her go" but she is gone and I just could not stop her from leaving me I just could not hold her back and fight with god to give her back to me so where am I holding her.. then people said "she can see you crying and she is crying too and she is not happy to leave you if you want her to live in peace after life then dont cry.." but can she really see me then why cant I see her why cant I feel her again... I pray to god to let her come to me once only once so that I can see her baby face and can feel her warmth and love again wish she would come and lick my face and wag her tail for me.. BOOGIE I MISS YOU BADLY.. before I close my eyes I want to see her again she was my mascot.. still the question remains where do our loved ones go after they die.. heaven, hell or in-between.. can anyone has the answer can anyone say what is heaven or hell or can anyone say that those who have done good deeds will go to heaven only.. can anyone describe heaven or hell.. why did people say that she is a star now... but which one is my boogie

ALLOWING MY DREAMS TO FLY

Its been sometime since I wrote something. It was mainly because my mind was confused as so many things happened so soon that I hardly found time to relax and breath. But now as I have found time I for me I am writing what is in my mind..

Today by a co-incidence I have read on my friend's profile a status that read that we do not live our dreams as we have fear in us and this fear doesn't allows us to live upto it. it is quite true that we hardly live up to our expectations. Actually we always keep a marking in our lives and once we achieve it that level goes up. Take for example a simple thing in life that we keep searching is happiness. We are constantly in search for happiness and we try out various modes to find it.. Well there is no harm in taking a mode to be happy but we should not be putting conditions to it, like "Once U reach the position of Manager I'll be happy" or "when I'll pass this exam I'll be happy". Once you have drawn a line of condition in your happiness then you can never be happy as every time we reach that level our exception from us only rises and we forget to celebrate what we have achieved. The more we keep these marking happiness will never touch us. It asks for simple things actually. It is true that happiness is every where you just have to keep your hands open and allow it to hug you. I have been trying to be happy with simple things now like spending sometime with myself trying to discover a new side of me. Having a cup of hot coffee and sit comfortably and read a book. Just walk around aimlessly who knows where I'll go.. I am trying my best to run ahead of my fears so that I can hold the hands of my happiness and hold it tight.. I am just allowing my dreams to fly like birds. I am just trying to be me to allow my happiness to come to me and kiss my forehead.. and it has kissed me..  

FEW HOURS AT THE ROAD TEA STALL

It was a beautiful foggy winter morning.. the sun may shine or it may just take a break and remain behind the clouds.. at home I was not feeling to stay in for long.. for how long can you be in the bed and watch television.. so got up changed and was ready to move out.. leashed my dog as she too wagged for the ride.. as we hit the roads we were welcomed by the white blanket of fog.. slowly we inched further.. had to roll down the widow as my doggy wanted to look outside don't know where but she was having her time.. after about an hour spotted a small tea stall and stopped by.. we both got down and I ordered for a glass of tea and some biscuits for my pooch.. the tea stall owner was an old man, white hair, shivering in this weather.. sat on the stool that was there and started having conversation with him.. he being a villager started talking about his village and his family.. his land and the vegetation and in between asked me about me and my visits to any village.. in those conversation I don't know how many times I drank tea and forgot the time too.. until I realized that my mobile was in the car.. went up to it and saw 3 missed calls luckily not from home.. but by this time I had realized that it is time to pack ourselves up and continue our journey.. went to person and asked how much I had to pay and he just touched my head and said "apne baccho se paise nahi liye jate hai bus duyaye diye jate hai..." and he didn't accept even a penny.. I packed my pooch and my self in and hit the ignition waved at him and continued with our journey.. but not for home..

SEEING YOU AGAIN IN THE CROWD

Last night I saw you again.. you came near to me and in that crowd we both felt we are alone with each other.. so many things I wanted to share with you and so many things you wanted to say.. but dont know why we both kept silent.. the only thing that came out was "hi".. we both tried to find out why this huge space has come between us.. we both wanted to feel each other again but could not take a step.. I kept looking at you.. when I heard someone calling from a distance turned around and saw my man standing with a smiling face.. I smiled at him and turned back at you with tears in my eyes trying to figure you at the same place where my man was standing and where you stood before.. and I turned around and ran into my man's arms as he held me tight and safe.. but still I could not stop my self from looking at you..  you stood there with your head down I don't know why I felt you were crying.. I felt I could see your tears rolling down.. as I walked on with my man.. 

THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS...OUR CAREFREE DAYS

Last December as I sat with couple of my school friends we started discussing about summer holidays in our schools.. This topic came up when one of us complained of not getting any leave and we all agreed on this plight that we are facing.. and the conversation started..

The last day of April.. morning prayers are on.. me and my friends anxiously waiting for the prayer to get over and to hear the news.. but some how the watch must have stopped.. we kept checking when finally the prayer was over and Principal came near the podium.. our heart beats rose and he started announcing all sorts of things except the thing that we want to hear.. after waiting for another 5 minutes and somehow absorbing Principals lectures he finally announced "SUMMER HOLIDAYS BEGINNING FROM TOMORROW AND WILL CONTINUE TILL JUNE".. wow what an announcement I looked at my friend she was elated and the only thing that came in our minds were home, mom, hot food, games and no worries.. once going back home we just  threw our bags and shoes and in our uniform only took out all the games that we had and started playing.. the next day of the holiday we all were out for the whole day playing here and there, collecting marbles, riding our cycles.. food was never a hindrance we could go on like this for the whole day until mom called and say 'now if you don't come home I'll come down and take you by your ear'.. going to nani's place and spend the day with her asking her to cook for me good things.. going up to the chocolate shop and buy toffees.. doing hell lot of mischiefs.. climbing trees.. jumping in water.. steeling guavas wow that was fun until the dog came out in the barn.. music of 80's and shaking madly with it.. going to friends place and spending night there.. oh the days were so simple, sunny and gay.. no worries at all.. oh how can I forget the home works hmmm that did give trouble but not what we face now..

now as I sit in my office and think of those days the only thing I see is happiness, fun filled days, nearness of friends.. I am not saying they have drifted apart they are still with me but those days were different those days were our days.. wish I could go back to enjoy some more summer holidays some more carefree days.. 

FINDING GHALIB IN OLD DELHI

That day I don't know what came upon me I just went for the streets of Old Delhi.. it was mainly the food of Old Delhi that pulled me there.. the parathas of the famous parathe wali gali and definitely the house of Ghalib the famous poet.. these always intrigued me to visit there.. so that day was the perfect day to celebrate the old Delhi with me walking.. the streets as always crowded with people.. sellers trying to sell their items starting from T-Shirts to Turtle doves and bidders bidding... the cycle walas and the rickshaw wala making their way through the thin gullis making sounds of whistle to let the passer by know about their existence.. the beautifully decorated shops.. smiling faces.. old ladies sitting on the streets with their small chair basking in the sun and having peanuts.. that did make the roads thinner and slimmer chances of you not bumping into another person or a cycle but they were just not bothered about the chaos.. the food stalls mmmm the lovely smell of freshly cooked 'chole bhature' which definitely watered my mouth plenty of times.. but at that time I had just one thing in my mind finding the Kothi where Ghalib lived.. while walking looked up at the sky and could see the blue through the mesh of wires hanging precariously.. small windows, balconies, flower pots and even people standing on the balcony overlooking the crowd.. they all looked so wonderful.. suddenly a thought came in my mind.. how did these gullis look when Ghalib walked here.. hopefully it was not this chaotic.. I just kept walking from one gully to another.. asking people for directions towards the house of Ghalib.. I dont know for how long I walked but I felt tired and felt that I wont be able to find what I am searching for.. and I stopped in front of a temple.. and for the last time thought to give it a try and asked a passer by about the house.. he looked at me and smiled.. his eyes soft and happy and he in his heavy voice said "follow me".. with little surprises which was definitely visible on my face I started following him.. he guided me through thin a thin gully and I felt that he could guess what was going on in my mind.. he stopped and looked at me and said "madam ji bharosa karo humpe hum aapke dushman nahi hai.. aap Ghalib ki haveli dekhna chahti hai to hum aap ko vahi le jayenge.." and he smiled and dont know why even with all the curiosity in my mind about this man I smiled back at him.. we started our walk again and at one time he turned towards a place which had broken walls and some construction work going on.. he stooped in front of that house and looked at me and said "aiye ye hi hai Ghalib ki Haveli".. finally I was standing in front of what I was searching for.. in no time I felt I was a part of it.. a strange feeling engulfed me.. and my guide.. my guide!!!!! he just vanished into thin air.. and I could feel the presence of Ghalib everywhere.. 

CAMERA DIARIES: SEEING HER IN PADDY FIELDS

It was a beautiful cloudy morning with thunder rolling in the skies.. I was driving my pick-up Gypsy down the paddy fields when I stopped to take some photographs.. I took out my camera and clicked some when I suddenly focused on a beautiful lady in the midst of the paddy fields.. dark gazelle eyed, beautiful dark brows.. dusky petit beauty stood out in the greens and the grey.. she had a surprised look in her eyes.. I focussed her even closer.. she tried to look away.. her beautiful face gleamed and beamed as I kept focusing and took few shots.. her hair fell on her face gently kissing her lips.. her long black hair swept back with the winds.. then she again looked at me.. her bare shoulder her slender hands.. her eyes so full of life.. she had a sickle in her hand and some paddy grass too.. as the thunder rolled again she looked up at the sky and smiled.. a smile that I can never forget.. and it started to rain.. I hurried back in my car leaving her to her blissful enjoyment.. "Meghla dine dekhechilem mathey.. kalo meye kalo horin chokh.. ghomta mathaye chilona tar motey.. mukto beni pether pory lotey.. kalo.. ta shey jotoyi kalo hok.. dekhechi taar kalo horin chokh.. Krishkoli Ami Tarye Boli "

CAN MONEY BUY MARRIAGE AND HAPPINESS

What ever you'll read is solely what I feel. It is solely my view of seeing the things. While reading if any person feels hurt then please for that I am sorry. But it is solely what I have felt and written.

Everyday many people walk into our lives, some stay behind and some move on without leaving footprints, knowingly or unknowingly they all play various roles in shaping our lives. Our parents, the ones who play a pivotal role in shaping our present and future, they leave the deepest footprints as we are judged by our education, not the bookish education but the education we get since our birth. But then there are people whose roles are important but it is more visible when they are not there. As an example the maid who works in our house. We get so used to with her that we don't see, rather I guess we deliberately overlook, their roles as important because we take them for granted. But the day they don't come the sky falls on our heads. But the people I have discussed here till now are not the ones I will be discussing. The main thing to discuss here is the one person whom we consider to be the life partner.

Life Partner: A person who stands by you, is with you and is around you. A person who becomes a dairy for our lives, a person who judges us as a friend, as a philosopher and as a guide. In short a person who becomes a witness of our lives so that what ever we have done till date should be known to at-least one person who is considered to be the closest.

But these days the meaning of life partner has changed considerably. They are no more the ones who can be seen as 'the one'. What went wrong and why this sort of a change in the mentality of people? Why the society is taking marriage as a way to earn? Why marriage is considered to be a thing where money and grander can be shown? The whole meaning has changed even the people have changed. These days the marriage market is considered to be safe-haven for the corrupt minds. The woman is considered as the golden goose laying golden eggs. But why this change?

This change is of-course is not sudden, this is a thing that was hibernating in us since ages. Any girl child when born they are told that they are 'parai dhaan' so they have to leave their nests and be with someone else. The husband, irrespective of his behavior, is considered as the 'pati parameshwar' "the god all mighty". Due to these stark differences the society gets divided in two groups. The girls family is considered as the weaker section of the society as they are taken as the ones who are giving away their daughter. Have we become so numb that we cannot change these practices that has been going on since ages? Are the boys of our society not that well to do that they need to beg in front of their in-laws for money and everything? Why can't the boys stand up against it?

A girl when she gets married she carries with her lots of dreams and hopes that she wants to fulfill with her man. She wants to be with him in his every step. But all these dreams and hopes get shattered when the man whom she epitomized as 'the man' changes his behavior towards her. When he tortures her over trivial issues and slowly discloses that the ones seen as trivial is the major issue where the lady is asked to be the golden goose. What has happened to our men? Why they are carrying such low contrived thinking? Lots of questions but one answer Stand - Up against dowry. 

A woman is educated by her family and she learns to stand on her feet. She can do everything for herself. She can even live alone without being married or even as a divorcee. She can do anything to earn her freedom. Then why is she again pushed to lead a life which is worth not living? What I feel that the moment the word society comes in our minds we feel scared, 'log kya kahenge, log kya sochenge, agar tum vo ghar chor ke aa gayi to log hum pe hansenge'. But who are these people and what is this society that doest allow a woman to lift her head. The people who taken into consideration are never bothered about our  existence then why should the woman take them into consideration when she is fighting for her rights. This society can never do anything to the ones who stand firm with their decision and parents should know that they were the ones who took care of her, who gave her education, the society only provided a place where they can live and can be called as civilized, though society is full on uncultured brutes. 

People are changing and their mentality towards women as commodity is slowly changing. Though this change is not that considerable but this change is visible. Men are slowly coming out of the bondage os this societies norms and are standing by their counterparts and are fighting against the evils of this society. It will take some more time to completely eradicate the evil of dowry but the change has started. I am sure that very soon people specially the men in our society will understand that taking dowry is just like taking bribe. If bribe is considered as bad then dowry is worst. 

A DEBATE THAT I LOST AND I AM HAPPY WITH IT...

The first time when I heard about human psychology been described with photographs and that too black and white photographs that show the play of light and shade I had a doubt in my mind as to what I might come across. I knew that the human psychology is complex. Mere description with words can hardly bring justice to this subject. Human psychology itself brings in various topics to talk on. But can this subject be described with photographs?  Can photographs speak on behalf of this huge topic? It was of-course a debatable subject for me.

‘Life On The Edge’ a black and white collection of photographs clicked by one of my friends tries to bring this subject on canvas.  The camera catches the various shades and moods of light trying to depict the human mind. Everyday we come across people, places and situations and we react to them differently. All these reactions are related to our daily experiences. These reactions include anger, love, care, friendship and many more. These reactions brand us and give us our identity. I was mesmerised with what was showasted in front of me.

The photographs taken by my friend give these situations a wide spectrum. Through these photographs we can gather the human nature and its behaviour. He describes them as something that can stimulate a person’s thought process and allows them to see the thin lines that layer our minds which are nearly indistinguishable. He captures this manifested subject through his lens.

WAR

There was peace at last. Till yesterday I could hear the guns been fired, men getting deployed at various sites, till yesterday we were hungry we were tired and suffering from sleeplessness. Our brains numb with all that was happening. Suddenly there was complete silence. Strange this silence was so loud that my ear drums were giving its way. I looked at my partner who was resting by my side. He too was silent and was looking blindly at a distance. After some time he said "peace at last but this peace is like the coma, the punctuation mark, so it is just few minutes of silence". I made myself comfortable and relaxed my bruised tired body on the bark of a tree and kept thinking what he said. I felt that it was true. What is war? It is a source to torture other people a freedom to kill. When we are at war we are fighting for our country it is true and we do return like a hero and get all the heros welcome but inside we are broken souls and we know we come back with blood in our hands. All the bloodshed that we saw and all the blood that we have spilled who will remove them beyond trace? Our hands are covered with dry blood and it is so deep in our roots now that we cant remove them. I can remove the traces of those whom I have slayed.

I walked up-to the stream which had clean water once and now it is covered with blood and was flowing gently with its head hung in shame of what it saw. Stood there looking at it and then dipped my hands in it. The water was cold. i started scrubbing my hands ferociously just to remove the smell and the traces of every thing but it was of no good even after repetitive trials. I could not take any more I broke down I lay there on the banks full of moist leaves and cried like a baby who has lost some one dear..

Pallavi Moita

03/08/2012

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