Being a woman

I am a proud Hindu and I am sure you too are proud of your own religion. As a child (well still) I bow my head in from of Lord Jesus, Mother Mary, All Sikh Gurus and in all Dargahs. Because I see God in them. I see a Goddess in Mother Mary and my Lord in Jesus. I am sure all my Christians friends do not mind it because that is how I see God. Similarly, if any of my Christian friend visit a Temple, I don’t expect them to see God in any other form than their own. As a Child we had this understanding but as we grew up, I saw that changing. Well I thankfully did not change. I still expect the same. I have many friends like me who visit all the religious places with equal faith. I am nobody to decide if one religion is better than any other but for me, my religion is the best. When I visit a Church (well I do often so the mention), I try to follow all the rules. Because somewhere there down I do believe that it is a place of worship so it should be respected as a Mandir is respecte...

“I wish my wife was more like you” his remark should have made me feel good but I felt angry. “Why would be she like, she is her and I am sure she would be wonderful in her own way”   Men have a certain image of a perfect woman in their minds. Well in a way all of us have image of a good person, which includes certain qualities and at sometimes we fail to look beyond them. I have this lady in my neighborhood who appeared to be rude and arrogant. Her appearance made her repulsive and people restrained from talking to her. But I had my doubts because when I looked at her kids, their mannerism told me a different story. The story of a good upbringing. The lady would not talk to me at first but I befriended her and found a wonderful human who knew how she appeared to others and she felt sorry for that too. I realized that the hardships she had gone through had made her like that but slowly I saw a change. She started to smile more, stop for a chat here and there looked happier. ...

HIM My marriage is falling apart- Is it? I really do not have the answer. We were not this perfect couple but we were no less- we were so happy together. We would fight any Issue or hurdle. My wife was perfect for me. She was a good home maker and I felt she was accepted well. Everyone loved her. Yes, there were some Issues but there were no major ones. I guess I treated her well. ME I did not marry him for his good looks, charm or just anything. I married him because my heart said so. I thought I would adjust well. I did try well. I always looked at the positives but then one day I sat there thinking “Who am I?” and the answer scared me. I was a wife, daughter-in-law. I was everything but the person I wanted to become. I had one by one given up all my dreams for the dreams of my loved ones or the expectations from me. Yet people expected me to be happy. Is being loved and cared for enough. Can’t you see that I am not happy. I gave up everything for you all. Yes, you did not...

There was nothing special about me - born in a simple family. I mean by simple-my family was like any other ordinary family. And I was child who lived in her dreams and I always imagined myself as an actor – I was never real, well hardly. I had covered myself with the layers so that no one gets to see the real me. As I child I had very less friends or I changed them. And at times I wanted to be with a group but couldn’t because I felt I wasn’t like them or they would feel I am not like them. So, I used to be with people who did not have friends or those weak kids. I felt like a ‘Messiah’ and I used to take pride in that but deep down I wasn’t happy with them. I always wanted to be with my group of friends who were smarter and a better company but I was too scared to be accepted back – if only I would have tried, I would have known that I was living in fool’s paradise. Kids accept anyone. Those few thankfully are still my friends. I never really lost touch- we reconnected and we stil...

I read an article about how a female MP had advised to a rape victim. She was criticized for saying that the victim should not have gone into a vehicle where three people were already present. And I ask people what is wrong in that, the world around women has become so bad that we have to tread carefully because we are surrounded by wolves and one wrong step can lead us in trouble. Like when one is surrounded by wolves, we have to be careful about every step. We have to analyze, plan, look, keep our eyes and ears and nose and even our sixth sense awake, similarly we need to analyze the world around us. The world, the way it is going seems, will take a long while to grow civil. Stop objectifying a woman. It is Ok to judge clothes but it should not be an identification of character Like Short skirt-Slut Salwar suit-Behenji It should be just like whether the dress suits her or not and again, It is entirely her and only her choice what she wants to wear. Please treat it lik...

Being an extremely friendly and helpful person- this was the opinion I got from the people around me, I thought life would treat me differently. I made sure my Karmas were right, my conscience clear, and the people around me happy. I would go an extra mile to do this. But little did I know what was in-store for me was nothing less than what I thought only people with bad Karmas get. I always believed that if you do the things right- be polite, adjust and change – you would be able to change a rock into cotton. My own thoughts now amuse me, how puerile of me. Well I was a child when these thoughts stood true for me. As you grow up-as in grow up in the real sense, you realize how imprudent of me. Life ahead came as a hard slap; I was jolted back from my dreamy world into the real world. World that just doesn’t care how you have treated them and they only care about how they think they can treat you. People around me never saw the goodness in me, they only saw the gaffes. I trie...

I wasn’t the same after I met you. Well met would not be the right word. I don’t remember the first time I noticed you but I roughly remember meeting your eyes and holding them there. My life was that of a regular working married with kids’ woman whose life revolves round and round and round the office and home. In between these toggles, I noticed you noticing me. You were this cute young guy. Well handsome-no, I would not call you handsome but yes tall and cute. Well it has happened to me several times that I observe people staring but that is more embarrassing rather exciting. Well you feel you have crossed that age but with you it felt different. I liked the fact that you observe my movements. I often teased you by catching you unaware. I loved that slight smile of realizing. This continued for months. I often ignored you and looking through you and you sometimes stared back bluntly. But we never exchanged a word. I suddenly started taking care of how I dress up to offi...

Oh, I am Sorry I was looking somewhere else!!   I forgot to notice you Sometimes we forget to look at the right places at the right time and miss something really really important. A girl looking for mister perfect sometimes does not find him even after getting married because she did not look at the right place at the right moment, she missed those moments when she was really taken care of, those small moments that contribute to a lot. It may sound bookish but it is true that if concentrate only on the negativity of life, we miss noticing the positivity. We miss enjoying the moments of bliss and feel dejected. It is so very important to appreciate people who love us. It is true that only love does not make this life a success but with loved ones around, one can fight a lot many battles, the only thing is to recognize your positives. They could be people or even the circumstances. Self-pity is your greatest enemy and enemy are those who make you feel that way. People w...

It is said that love is pure but some loves are forbidden…. As I moved up in the elevator, I wanted to run away...a part of me was telling me to but another ..some deeper part just refused to. It had turned rebel. What was I doing? My thoughts took to my last meeting with robin. We were here for a conference and I met him...rather should I say our paths crossed again. We were friends in college and deep inside we both liked …but for me it was more than a liking ...and for him...Well I wasn’t sure. He married a girl from the gang. But he never really left me. He would keep an eye on me and at times noticed those things too that baffled me. But I left it like that because he was in love with someone and I never wanted to invade. We parted ways with the college ending. We never really lost touch because of his wife being a friend but at the same time we were not in touch. I left the college group too. Our paths took us to different parts of the world and I had never thought we would mee...

He was my escape route and I did not have the heart to tell him that. I could see that he was fully into me but I …I wasn't. I had grown into the habit of finding an escape route and he was just one of them.  It had started after I fell in love....like really fell in love. You love a lot of people in life but I believe that you just fall in love once...just once and at other times you just are searching for that one person in others. I knew our destinies would never meet or if they do, it would break many hearts and many relations. I  had to stay away.  Everyday was a challenge for me and I had to find a way out and then finally I found the escape route, a guy whom he detests and that guy had something for me.  I would hang with this other guy and my guy never bothered me really Though it was really tough but it some how worked for me. College ended and so did my escape route, we moved to different cities and continued to be friends till ‘we’ could and then it...

"It was Him…yes surely him…. I wasn’t ready to face him after so many years. Well I am overreacting. Things would have changed, time changes and fades everything." He was my first love. We used to hang around a lot and everyone knew about my feelings for him and also that he does not share the same feelings. He had eyes for someone else and that was the reason of our separation. He noticed me and his expression changed. He almost ran towards me. All the 20 years of separation vanished, my fear and apprehensions everything vanished. I don’t know how time flew, we stood there for hours, chatting. He told me that he was there was a week on some official task. And I was to leave the next day after a two-day conference. We decided to meet for dinner. I was alone so I did not mind. He must have convinced his colleagues. Well everyone has old friends so it did not feel awkward. I kept of thinking about him. Him- the person who had turned my life upside down. He had made my w...

There have been numerous discussions and debates on the male and female. How we should treat them equally ...feminism...and all that... I truly believe the two can never be the same. That were never meant to be. I feel we women are made up of an altogether different ingredient. We think differently, we act defiantly. We make even those sacrifices which are not expected out of us. And then feel sorry and then make life miserable. Why does a woman let other woman be happy because she cannot understand why the other woman did not have to make the sacrifices that she had made? Actually, all of us are living a false life. We pretend- We pretend to be happy, to be happy make those little or big sacrifices, pretend to be in love, pretend in sex, pretend to be happy in our husband’s happiness, pretend to be in control, pretend pretend pretend and just pretend. We hardly are the real we and when we are not pretending, we appear to be pretending. I often ask myself. Why are all sacrifices...