Saturday, 29 July 2017

Ever since I woke up, I have been judged...

Ever since I woke up, I have been judged...

For the wake up timing, for the mumbled whining...
For the pimple on nose, for buying my own rose...
For taking shower late, for smiling at person on gate...
For the compliment I received, for the cleavage that peeped...

For the bonus I bagged, for the joke I cracked...
For partying with friends, for wearing the trends...
For being good in shape, for sexy saari I drape...
For saying no to liquor, for leaving party quicker...

For driving my car, for the one damn dent so far...
For balanced equation, for sweet sophistication...
For burping after meal, for 5 inch heel...
For making first move, for saying I disapprove...

For travelling in night, for loving twilight...
For watching game of throne, for paying my loan...
For jeans and short skirt, for reciprocating the flirt...
Phew...NO it's not gonna stop...

Ever since I woke up, I have been judged...

But neither you know me, nor do I thee...
You don't know my present or my history...
You haven't seen my struggle, a childhood full of null...
How I quenched my thirst, when the prices surged...

I ain't need permission, or prolonged discussion...
Your illogical taunt, or ridiculous flaunt...
There will be a day, you'll judge me for breathing...
I'll be the same, this promise I'm keeping...

Give me a magic wand, I'll alter the misconception...
Put you in my shoe and show you my perception..
But I'll let you do your job, get mature and grew...
I guess that's the only option and exactly what I am suppose to do...


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Sunday, 18 September 2016

Let's start over

She opened a blank notebook…

Again...

She started writing journal when she was 12 and decided that she will only write experiences that makes her happy. It was her believe that journals are another way to remember good things. As per her plan, when she will be old, she will read all her journal and will only smile. Nothing saddening. Nothing melancholy. What could possible go wrong in her life when she has a loving family, couple of extremely good friends and a wonderful life.

But life has other plans, which were not so parallel with hers’.

Her fight with her bestest friend, was the first awful thing she mentioned in it. For next two days, she did not write. When she opened it back, she ripped down all the previous pages. But promised that now nothing will go wrong.

“Bhagwaan ji, only happy memories please. Let’s start over.”

She opened her blank notebook and started again.

Second was when her father lost his job and she couldn’t apply for good colleges despite of good percentage. She was furious, not with anyone but with God. She slashed the pages again and started over with a blank notebook.

Third was when her college sports’ teacher called her to his office after school.

She started over.

Forth was when her childhood love, her best friend, left her.

She started over.

Fifth was when she was told that her performance was not good in last quarter which diminished her chances of promotion. She knew it’s not her performance but her straight forward ‘NO’.

She started over.

Sixth, when she found out that her husband is seeing someone else.

She started over.

Seventh, when her son, her only child, whom she raised alone, died in a road accident.

She started over.

Today, exactly after a year, she is diagnosed with last stage of leukemia. She again gathered herself and opened her blank notebook.

Date: 18 Sep 2016
Time: 10:25 PM
Place: Room No:4, Ward- F, Shijeevan Hospital, Noida.

Dear Life,

Let’s start over, like it’s a brand new life. With no miseries and no worries. I’m grateful to everything you have offered me.  All these experiences made me who I am and I’m proud of myself :) 

Best part about you is that you always moved on, and took me forward with you.

Let’s do this again.

Love
Neeti

Author's note: Always remember, the life you are living is also a dream of millions. You may have thousands of issues, so does everyone else. 

So never judge.  
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.

And keep smiling, cause whatever comes it always goes on.


‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Sunday, 4 September 2016

Worshipping the Omnipresent

"Guys guys, Ganesh Chaturthi is coming. Now wherever I'll go, people will worship me. They will offer me bananas. They will vow in front of me and will ask me for blessings." Triumphed the mighty elephant.

"Chill dude! Soon after they will put you in chains. No offence dude, but you are too big. They will sit on you and will ask you to salute." commented the monkey king sardonically.

"O com'on you chip munk, can't you let me be happy with this?"

"He is not wrong and you know it." Consoled the cow. "Human does this with all of us. They consider me as the holy animal. But once I'll stop giving them milk, they will left me to starve. Only thing left for us to feed upon is rotten stuff that too packed in polythene bags."

"True. I'm telling you, these humans cannot be loyal to anyone. I am their close relative. If you don't believe me, you can match faces. Only teeny tiny difference. Look! With me they are even worse. In temples they will worship me as Hanuman and outside, they will laugh at me. Throw stuff at me. Keep us hungry for the road show."

"Can you even do anything except jumping here and there?" mocked the snake.

"Huh! Like you can juggle and jump through fire rings."

"I give them my venom to make medicines." Announced snake proudly.

"And what they do is keep you thirsty for Naagpanchmi and make you dance on that silly been."

"Well..." snake meekly curled inside it's pit.

Conversation which started on a jolly note is now turned into a monotonous chat that let them all feel pity for themselves. "Can I say something?" asked the great banyan tree hesitantly.

Everyone turned toward him with a nod.

"There is no difference in how they treat us. First they shoveled us impulsively. The research says 15.3 billion trees are chopped down every year. It also estimates that 46% of the world's trees have been cleared over the past 12,000 years. Do you think it's respect? Burning some oil lamps and tying some thread around us does not pamper us. Our life is completely dedicated for their well being, yet after 6000 years of human civilization, we are grappling for our existence."

"Now when they realized what a huge mistake they have made, they are forcing us to grow anywhere they wish. Sure we can grow wherever we find land and water, but vegetables are no longer healthy, fruits are not that much tasty and even flowers have shun their aroma. Don't take me wrong, we have not done this on our will. It's the outcome of their own chemicals they are feeding us for years."

"They did the same with my river sister. She is the source of life on this planet and look what they have done to her."

"These humans need everyone to be multitasking bro." Interrupted money king sarcastically. "She was giving them pure water to survive, to thrive, but that is not enough for them. They used her for sanitation, washing clothes, dumping garbage and now for running clean river acts. Stupid creatures. Aren't they?"

"Brother banyan, we understand your grief. But don't be angry at these ignorant creatures. They need to be pitted. They don't know what they have already lost."

"That's true. Sure they are trying to revive, but can things get better now?"

"Let's hope things get better before it's too late."

"Let's hope. This time they find 'Godliness in Greenery' and worship what exactly deserve their devotion."

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We as Indians are extremely bad at future plannings. We get carried away in emotions and heat of the moment and do stuff which requires a long planning.

A small example is our street roads. In a normal Indian town, they will build the road, then after a month or two they will dig it out to put some cables. After few months they will dig it again for water line repair, then we have to wait for next government to put another layer of tar on the existing one. 

Same we do on our festivals. We get so sentimental that we forget how much we are hampering the nature. Along with dumping non-biodegradable waste in our water bodies, such celebrations also promotes rough use of our energy resources. Promotes industries such as cracker and chemicals. 

Happy Ganesh Chaturthi
We forget that God is omnipresent. I'm not saying avoid putting pandals. But invest as much is required. If you truly wants him to listen to your prayers, worship the nature, respects the greenery it offers. Love it's creatures and consider everyone equal.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’