reflections

Law and order : absent police : absent administration : absent government : absent HUMANITY : absent The  'jaat aarakshan' row recently in Haryana looked almost like a government school classroom! Five days of 'house arrest' with a lot of mental toil was what it meant for me and I'm sure a lot many people who witnessed the law and order system in Haryana getting slaughtered at the hands of a few anti - social elements. India stands proudly as the largest democracy in the world and every indian citizen thus bears the right and freedom of expression. Going by this, it was perfectly alright, when a community, feeling the need, peacefully sat down at places, voicing their demands for reservation, harmlessly. Some people took this, or rather exploited the scenario as an opportunity to cause unrest in the society, looting shops, showrooms, setting places ablaze - schools, hospitals, markets , killing other people, attacking residential areas and causing all kinds ...

Me, girl. An eclectic mind, an innocent heart. Random curiosity. An air of eccentricity. Dreams utopian, longings galore. Me, woman. A sceptic mind, an innocent heart. Worn out curiosity? An air of simplicity. Reality driven. Longings no more.

In this age of whatsapp texts which are just a 'bing' away or the time when the act of writing a letter is almost rudimentary and very rare with quite a chance of the humble "emotion carrier on paper" to be the next in line after the telegram and postcard, i took to writing one. Trust me it is so overwhelming a feeling to do so. I had always wanted to do it and it would have very well stayed a longing had i not touched upon it in a conversation with a friend staying in a hostel far away. I told him how much i had wanted to write to someone someday and the very next moment he was like "why don't you write to me?" and i went (with the broadest possible smile on my face) "great! text me your postal address and get the days counting!!" I just couldn't wait and there i was , right in front of the post office the very next day(i never knew it was minutes away from my college!) It was my first time. I had never been to a post office before, cal...

   November 2015 Noida sec 18, metro station, abuzz with activity all day through. Mornings are more like in a fast forward mode. Footsteps pacing up and down, autorikshaws flocked together like honeybees in a comb, little girls selling roses , pinks, reds and yellows , running after every alternate person. Rangoli colours on display, a whole rainbow heaped. The fluorescent ones are perhaps new arrivals. Diwali is around the corner. Amongst all the activity, all the stories , all the colours is one corner , grey, dark, with no activity, no colour, a story unheard, unnoticed. Wrinkled face, each line screaming out pain, deepened with time. Arms spread out. Her eyes sans hope, perhaps run out of tears in all these years. Only numbers have changed year after year , suffering remains a constant for her. As people pass by, hundreds and thousands of them, day and night, a few care to glance at her, a few others throw a coin or two, rest pass, just pass. Being ignored is a part ...