Naam Me Kya Rakha Hai?

Introduction: We all, or should I say most of us, have fell for wrong people in life at some point of time, thinking that maybe he/she is our first love, and the love that stays forever. But many of us, get to know soon, that our thoughts were, unfortunately, wrong. On one hand, where a lot of people give numerous tries to get that one soul-mate, a lot of us do not sum up their courage to fall in love again. This story is about the one, who has never loosed hope and faith in finding the one soul-mate of life, in spite of the boomerangs of bad relationships. Phase 1(School life, 12 years - 14 years):  I was 12 years old, and saw him for the first time in front of my eyes. No boy, till that point of my life, was as attractive for me as he was. I was naïve, had no clue that he was a trouble for me. All that I wanted was his attention, anyhow, and I remember how each day that passed by without being noticed by him used to be a bad one. How I wish, I could get a

                                       Everyone in this world loves to be loved, and the feelings are doubled when they are mutual. Sneha, 21 years old, fair and beautiful, remembers how she used to wait for February 14 th , since she entered the teenage, for something romantic and special to happen.  But eventually nothing used to happen, and the day used to be either normal or really bad. The kind of person she is, she always loves to imagine, to dream, to fascinate about everything that seems to be romantic. Every time she watched some romantic movie, she would imagine all the goody part to be happening with her, in her life. She imagined very often, how a guy would approach her, be around her, make her feel special, send gifts, stare from distance, leave short messages as a clue of his emotions and so on. She always had songs on her playlist that expressed how she used to feel. She remembers when she had her first crush and he said something really nice about her, she

  The candles have lighted-up my house but my heart, is still in dark. No one to hold on to, no way to go, I just keep traveling into past. The broken windows that I see in dreams, Are not windows but my heart. That has been broken not once, but by millions, who are now apart. That what I seem to be, is what I am, but still there is a constant struggle in me, to find what I lost. I sum-up strength every day, thinking whatever may come, I will NOT change myself, but I feel that being myself hurts a lot. Photo courtesy: Google

“I am falling for him” says Maya, jumping with all excitement. “Maya, Are you mad?” says Naina, angrily. “Why! What’s wrong?!” says Maya. “You just got out of a relationship a month back, Dude!” says Naina. “I know that Naina, but how does it matter?” says Maya, swinging her arms in air. “OH GOD! Nothing” says Naina, rolling her eyes. Naina leaves with a frown face, and Maya have no clue what has happened. Maya, 17years old, is NOT one of those, who think over what she is doing. She is free-spirit, down to earth, very friendly, and catchy for every eye that passes by her. For her no person is bad, and nothing is bad until she doesn’t feel so. Things are simple for her and she doesn’t mind when people around her say “she always stays in her dream-land”, to which Maya replies “That’s what makes me.” On other hand, Naina, who is of same age of Maya, is like exactly those who think before doing anything. She never does anything against her RULES. F

                                                                            While travelling through metro today, I saw this lady who was a north-eastern, standing with huge bag on her back and loads of money in her pocket. She was in her night dress, in metro with her sister or a friend, I don’t know. I managed to get a seat and was busy in untangling my ear phones which always messes up. As soon as, I untangled and got busy in listen to songs, my sight goes on this lady’s wrist. And I was horrified. What I looked at, wasn’t what I see rarely, but still I was like “what the heck!” Now you all must be wondering “aisa bhi kya dekha”, so this lady, about whom I am talking since last 10 lines, had huge cuts of knife, starting from her elbow and ending on her wrist. No single place was vacant on her wrist. It was all cuts and bruises. The first thought that came to my mind was, what could be the reason behind this torcher she made herself go through? A lot of us go thro

                                   “Bachelorette of India – mere khayalo ki mallika” is a show, which has started being aired from 7 th October, 2013. The basic concept behind this show is “Swayamvar” which was a tradition in times of Ramayana, and became active once again on television since a long time now.  Started up with “The Drama Queen”, Rakhi Sawant, now it is Mallika Sherawat, who desires perfect match for herself. She said “The world of Glitz, Glamour etc. I belong to, is a make-believe world. Now I want to come back to the world of reality”, to the host of the show, Rohit Roy, when asked if publicity stunt is the reason behind getting married on screen. Finding love through swayamvar, Mallika Sherawat boldly talks about how people fail to understand the difference between personality ‘on screen and off screen’ and how often people look down at actor’s who show skin. Participants came from all around the world. And the surprise and amazing factor of

All these years I started feeling and believing that the reason behind, why my mother kept taking all this shits in her life, was me. If I would have been a boy, things would have been different. I could never call police to arrest my father whenever he attempted crime of domestic violence because at the end, he was my father and he has a reputation. But with looking at all these things since a long now, I thought that I would not let this happen with me when I will have a married life of my own. My three years of college went by just like the wind; I didn’t even realize that I am going to work now. And this made me a little happier from inside because at last I could provide help to my mother as soon as I will join a job. I started searching job for myself and soon I got a job in a call center. It wasn’t as good as I thought but I needed money so I didn’t care about satisfaction. After 6 months of my job, I met a guy, who was working with me in same call center.

A lot of people believe that everything in India walks the wrong way (like the cars on road). When asked about few things like sex, relationship, love an Indian would probably 99.9% say that love comes first then comes relationship then marriage, that too if they feel connected, and for a lot of people, over the time, connection is on basis of their compatibility on bed. For girls/women, losing their virginity is a big THING. India is still living in an Era, where women are still afraid of losing virginity because they are “THE IZZAT OF FAMILY” and also because of rumors that it can be known if a girl is virgin or not. The question that rises in my mind, while thinking about this is how does it matter? Can you know if a guy is virgin or not, if he does not confess himself? What is wrong in it, if you lose your virginity with someone you love, No matter what happens later in life? Why is it that in our society virginity is HUGEEEEEE THING, whereas a heart is broken every now an

Why he is still in my mind? Why I still dream of him? Why can’t I cancel him from heart, like I cancel a phone call? Why I just can’t kick him out my life like a ball? I wish he could know how I feel, I wish he could wait a little longer. Yes his efforts were not enough to take out my anger, Yes his patience was not enough stronger. His embrace, felt like a jail, A look of him, use to turn me pale. I regret the time I wanted to be his fiancée, Now I just know that there is absolutely no chance. I miss nothing but myself all the time, I found myself looking for something that I can never find. Wasted my time all these years on him, Never knew my future with him, was so dim. I feel somewhere, I just can’t move on There is still a thin string attached to him, though the feelings are gone. I wish soon I be free from his thoughts, disturbing my mind, And I stop thinking of him; in all those songs that reminds me of the time, Wh

Standing there all alone, I saw a man lost in himself and on his own Wondering about who he might be, I stayed quiet, and sat alone. He looked at me, with his soulful eyes, He has a personality that affected my mind. He looked at me again, and wished me luck, And I stood there with his words stuck. Nothing it is, neither love nor affection I will just call it a mere attraction. But it happens at every step to everyone, So even I  didn't  cared about it much. Later, I saw him again in front of me, The old and similar curiosity raised in me, To know about him more and more, Every time I saw him I felt, he is sea water and I am the shore. He is like a huge mystery, unsolved. His heart is deep well, in which I don’t want to fall. But seems that every day I am moving a little closer to him, Though, I have tried to stay away, a lot. Soon, we were friends and then a close one. But I realized he  wasn't  the one. Still  couldn't

                                      Whether it is Delhi, UP, Gurgaon or Noida, the scenario regarding the safety of women is almost same. Every girl whether working or house maker or school going children or college student are prone to sexual assault, sometimes even in day time. Not much has changed after the brutal rape case of 16 th December, rapes are still happening and people are still turning more animal. “Animals also take mercy and do not do such cruel things” says a girl who doesn’t want to be named, when asked about how she feels when she hears about such cases. A few days back there was news about  4 years  old girl being raped, long time back about 7 months pregnant woman being raped and also 82years old woman being raped etc. now such cases makes difficult to understand whether the man is normal or not. As per the facts, the 6 fast tracks courts that were set up to tackle sexual assault case after the 16 th December case, has been able to solve only 380

                 As years passed, the number of bruises on my mother’s body increased. More than the physical pain, it was mental torture taking over her. At times, me too. Things were getting worse day by day. My dad’s shop was under debts because over years he cultivated habits of gambling and lost almost what he had collected in past while working. My mom had to give away her jewelry to make me something in life. Yes, like you all, even I had thought the same that “ye toh poori bollywood story hai”. But then this was a truth I was facing. School somehow became the place of escapism for me. As soon as I enter school I am a different person, I forget my worries, but then school was just a part of life, it was not life. Soon my school life was to get over as I had my board exams for 12 th , almost on my head. Remembering the moments when, with my own eyes, I saw my dad abusing my mom, throwing the plate filled with food on her face just because the salt was insufficient or r

It was 7:30am in morning, I just woke up for my school, went to washroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I walked towards my wardrobe and started looking for my uniform that we have to wear on Thursdays. I couldn’t find it, so I called my mother. My mother, Mrs.Ridhi kapoor, is 42 years old and a house-maker, an amazing mother and OBIDIENT wife. She is thin, fair and 24/7 busy working at home, and wears sari. In short, she is perfect thing on earth with life time guarantee.  As soon as she enters, and bends over to look for my uniform I saw bruises on her back. “Mom, What are these bruises mark on your back!? “Nothing, I just hit the dining table yesterday, that’s it.” “Do not lie to me!” “Shut up! I found your uniform, get ready, you are getting late.” I had an idea what could it be, but questioning my mom is sometimes more harder than chasing a hen and I never had a good conversation with my dad, to talk to him about this. My dad, Major Amit kapoor,

The moment one would have seen this heading, one would have thought – well the writer is probably going to tell us about some baby, some would predict may be it is about baby of underprivileged one in our country, but to everyone’s surprise this article talks about the baby of an artist. Many among us would be wondering who baby of the artist? The simple answer for this is, no one would have thought, for every artist his baby is the work that he produces. For example articles for writers, story for editors, painting for the painters, songs for the lyricist and so on. Every piece of art that they produce is a new born baby for them. When it’s about a human baby, we compare our babies with other babies to check what is that they have and we don’t and vice-versa. It is always very easy to find flaw with other babies but hard to digest if it’s our baby who is been criticized or punished. Same happens with artists, every artist compares their work with the other to know what he/she is

I never realized I was walking this road alone never knew that it was just me now, and you were gone way back, you promised to me that you will never go away now all that I have with me is pain and despair. Never knew I was alone, in word like "we" never knew that you were unable to see that I was dreaming of future together and hope to love, be loved forever. So speechless I was when you said "I am sorry" I went back to times when you said " I am with you, don't worry" were those words just a phrase for you? I never got what went wrong between me and you.. Now I am so broken, with all my dreams dead left with no tears, in me, to shed someday if we cross our way please let me know though I loved you so much, what made you go?. Photo Courtesy - Google