Naam Me Kya Rakha Hai?

                                      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 w...

                 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...

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 kap...

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

Monsoon is a season which is loved by some and some crib about it not because it’s bad, but because of the after effects that it comes with. One of the most relevant after-effects of the rain is water-logging. Rain also brings with it freshness in the nature. Flowers, trees etc seems as if they had a bath like us and now all cleansed without any dirt on their leafs. Nature offers so much to us. All that we need, to live a healthy and comfortable life comes from nature. But question yourself how much actually we respect nature’s giving and give her back something worth? We now hardly get to see a road or a colony that has beautiful greenery around, all we see is GREY FOREST i.e. an area or city or even a street is just surrounded with huge buildings and roads to travel on. We all are left with only one motive in life, which is to gain all the materialistic things that can get us fame and name in the world. We all are running in same direction, ignoring what we are doing to the thi...

Everyone says behave like a grown up But for me they are so screwed up. They can’t express freely Nor they love smiling a lot They just run after money And wish they have some jackpot. For them being emotional is stupid But for me it is being human For them being practical is way of living But for it is a way of escapism. They call themselves mature But even about relationship, they aren’t sure. They call me a kid, not realizing A kid is free to do everything. Why every grown up have such a thought That their childhood and kid in them has just gone, Why they fail to understand Kid is in your heart and mind If you want you can set yourself free And feel how being a kid feels to be. You will realize being kid is real fun All the frustration that you might have being a grownup, has gone Even now I love being a kid and I have never felt weird in feeling young.