Posts Tagged ‘Mistakes’

Dhundh Do Na Mujhe

Posted: June 20, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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ये क्या हो रहा है मुझको,,
क्या खबर भी है तुझको….???

रोता हूँ मगर आँसू गिरते नहीं….
हँसता हूँ मगर होठों पे हँसी सजते नहीं…???

कहाँ गयी वो मेरी खिलखिलाहट,
वो कोमल सी मेरी रूमानियत….??
कहाँ गयी वो मेरी हिम्मत..
वो हमेशा साथ रहने वाली नम्रत…??
कहाँ गयी वो मेरी बातें…
वो शांत सुन्दर रातें…
कहाँ गयी वो मेरी अपनी मुस्कराहट…
वो मेरी अपनी हिचकिचाहट….
करते है सब खुसफुसाहट….
कि बदल गया है रजत……
मगर क्या कभी
किसी ने मेरे नजदीक आकर
थोरा सा प्यार दिखलाकर..
थोरा मेरे माथे को सहलाकर.. 
थोरा मेरे कपोलो को छूकर…
थोरा प्यार से पूछा की क्यों………..?????

क्या यही सिला होता है सबसे प्यार करने का
सबसे खिलखिला के बात करने का???

अब तो साली मौत भी मुझसे रूठ गयी है..
क्यों मैं खुद को संभाल नहीं पा रहा हूँ..
क्यों मैं सभी को डाट दे रहा हूँ…
क्या मैं ऐसा ही था या अब हो रहा हूँ….
कोई बताओ मुझे….. कोई तो समझो मुझे और समझाओ मुझे…
मेरी आँखों का प्यार लौटाओ मुझे….
मेरी बातों की मिठास लौटाओ मुझे
उस रजत को लौटाओ ना मुझे….

मैंने खो दिया है खुद को… मुझे ढूंढ दो न कोई….
मुझे ढूंढ दो न कोई….
मैं खो दूंगा वरना अपना अस्तित्व…. ढूंढ दो न मुझे…..

Rajat Ranjan

NIFT Bhubaneswar

rajatr81@gmail.com

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Are we truly Independent?

Posted: June 11, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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Patriotism isn’t my cup of tea,
‘Cause I’m not blinded by the love for my country.
Blinded to see what’s going on,
Politics, corruption and what all has gone.

Independence means free from outside control,
Written in the constitution.. For India it was a major stroll.
15th August 1947 was a big day indeed,
When our freedom fighters sow on the world map another independent seed.
They thrusted on us the future of this seed,
To make it a big flowering tree.. Or an ordinary weed.

But after 66 years I wouldn’t hesitate to say,
Alas! We took the wrong way.
Years passed by and we aren’t truly independent,
Failed to carry the vision from our descendants..

Poverty is bottom of a pyramid in this country,
‘Coz everyone wants to fill their pockets.. Be it businessmen, trader or a corrupt selfish Mantri.
Safety is another hell of an controversy,
Which we often happen to over see.

Why are girls still penalised for what they have not done?
Why does everyone still want a son?
Why aren’t some people allowed to express their opinion?
Why are the prices so high of petrol and onion?

I fail to understand what the people of this country are happy about,
While the wall between the rich and the poor is quite stout.
There is a ray of light in the darkest of caves they say,
I hope a juncture will come when we’d truly say Happy Independence Day!

Abhishek Mantri

abhishekmantri9@gmail.com

Ascetic Rummage

Posted: June 10, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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With all of this world’s pace today, many of us feel left out. Even with all the money we make, even with all the privileges we get, we feel resentful by the time we go to sleep – a feeling which doesn’t satisfy the very purpose and existence of life. Why is it so? Why are the feelings of restlessness, emptiness, isolation, the fear of being abandoned is replaced be a belief of God?

So many people I personally know have taken onto asomatous apprenticeship that sometimes it makes me wonder, if at all we are able to elicit anything on our own. I’m not generalizing, nor throwing any bad light upon any spiritual bouquet but we have become very at home with running towards someone else for help, always.

Many organizations I know, have constantly stressed at one point – that we must start cultivating a habit of undoubting the omnipresence of The Lord. I’m not an atheist, nor am I a priest. I’m a human, who believes that if you practice well being, it will be reverberated back to you.

They headline the fact of God, into us, which is not something they’re supposed to do, because that relationship we have with Him is so pure and personal that the thought of even commercializing it, demeans the intimate receptivity between the two.

They cannot instill thoughts in us to like God, or believe in God because frankly that’s such a personal and privy decision. It’s unfair that it is those money seeking corporates who dictate our spiritual journey. It is flawed fundamentally to such a large extent that it’s not even funny.

I feel that, we must believe in His Infinite Spirit because we want to, and not because we must. And that feeling should come from within us, not from those traders of religion. I strongly give credence to the point that we all must be God Loving and not God Fearing. Because then it is, when we seek His nourishment.

You’re not happy because of God, you’re not sad because of God. You are feeling emotions, which are self-inflicted. Neither can we blame Him for our miseries, nor can we thank Him for our joys. We can just work towards bettering and believing in the relationship we have with that Absolute Being, not for any sort of reward or fruit, but for the sheer bliss and positivity it brings along with it.

Devesh Baheti

Institute Of Aeronautical Engineering

deveshbaheti84@gmail.com

Best Friends, not Forever!

Posted: April 30, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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ContestDo you think of going against your family just to be with the one you love or to talk some extra time with your best friend? To what extent can you go to make your best friend happy, to be accepted and to be happy? Do you get the same care and love from your best friend in return? Have you ever ditched someone? Or have you ever being ditched by someone? How does it make you feel when your best friend backstabs/ditches you? Do you have appropriate answers to all these questions? 

Well, Divya does…

A bold, beautiful and bindaas Mumbai girl is deprived of love, care and acceptance. She is full of life, adventurous sports junkie and is everyone’s friend. And she could kill anybody if he/she hurt her best friend, Sunita. Far from home, she now believes and respects her parents and family. 
Will Sunita accept her fault and apologize to Divya? Will she ever stop playing the blame games and feel guilty for ditching her own best friend? 
This is a story of a girl, Divya, who was ditched by her own best friend, Sunita. What went wrong between the two? Love, friendship, crazy arguments, betrayal and blame games – there’s everything in this story.
Do we really reap what we sow? 
Well, let’s find out…it’s about the time…

She’s a “behenji-type”!
She was my sister, my best friend, my family. I met her the first time at our warden’s house. She was sitting there on the last bed in the second row with other two girls. The first thought that came to my mind was: ‘she’s a behenji type’. And so she can never be friends with me. But I didn’t know that the Almighty had planned something for me. Days later, we started talking, chatting, giggling, and teasing others. And then, by the end of two months, we were good friends. The late night studies, late night talks, gossips, bitching, anything and everything! It just didn’t stop. Actually nobody could ever stop us. As the time passed by, people started calling us a couple; as in we were always together. Together in hostel, in college, canteen, bunker’s point, library, corridors; although we were in different classes, as she was IT department while I was in IC department. Slowly and steadily we grew close and turned into best friends. I could th en hardly imagine my life without her. We never noticed anybody when we were together. Together we used to do all the fun, pranks, teasing games, chit-chats, bitching and every damn thing. 

It was 8th September 2009, I along with 5-6 other friends of mine, we all shifted to the college hostel. We had no other option but to stay at the warden’s place as there was no vacancy in the college hostel. We all shifted to the first floor of the hostel. Hostel was always fun. We were a group of eight girls; me, Karishma, Sunita, Shweta, Mansi, Shobha, Naina and Bhavisha. We had lots of fun at the first floor, as there was nobody except us; and the rest of the girls (students) had their rooms on the ground floor. 
One day, there was a small sort of cat fight between Sunita and Mansi. Girls!! I tell you. Eventually, Sunita decided to shift to my room and it marked beginning of our strong friendship. Since that day, we were quite best friends. 

Our hostel was situated at sector-25, Gandhinagar. It was almost equidistant to many places where we normally used to hang out. So, it was a nice location. Going out on Sundays, for hangouts, shopping, window shopping, fun at chaat corner, gardens, Infocity, etc., had always been fun time. With the same fun, we didn’t realize the end of first year. It was our second semester exams. Oh, exams went rocking and so were our results. Except Mansi and Bhavisha, everybody had cleared the exams. Unfortunately, my best friend and now roommate Sunita had two backlogs. We say, in Engineering, if you don’t get backlogs, then it’s not engineering. One must always get atleast a backlog to understand the gravity of the university board and pain of the fellow engineers. Tears didn’t stop and she cried some more. Damn, I couldn’t see her cry. Her smile was important to me and so was she. I decided to help her in those subjects as I had already cleared them in first se mester. It was hot may in summer 2010.

And then, we became BFFs !

A beautiful friendship for me was the friendship I had with her, the bond that we shared. There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. “I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, and don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff right? Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. For me, she had that small beautiful world for me. She was my world. 

This is how it works. I love the people in my life, and I do for my friends whatever they need me to do for them, again and again, as many times as is necessary. For example, in this case she always forgot me and how much I had cared for her. So what I do for you as your friend is remind you who you are and tell you how much I love you. And this isn’t any kind of burden for me. Every time I remind you, which is my pleasure. We were getting closer. There was nothing in our lives that we didn’t share. From every bitching story to our dark secrets, and from our wild fantasise to our family problems, everything was shared. For, me she was the best thing ever happened to me after love. She was one of the greatest of all my friends till date. She was my best friend. Yes, best friend forever! Best friends are not whom you always hangout with. But they’re the ones, who, even if you don’t hang out with them, can still understand and care about you. She was my best friend, but maybe I wasn’t her best friend! She never fought for me with anybody the way I did when somebody just had scratched her in a game. Because for me, she was important. Her smile and her happiness were important. I was always there with her in all ups and downs, in every problem, even during exam results supporting her. But to my bad luck, she was never there for me. She was never there when I wanted her the most, when I wanted my best friend besides me, the most. Although she was there with me physically being my roommate, but she never understood me nor supported me when I wanted someone to hold onto, when I wanted a shoulder to cry on, when I wanted someone to stay with me in my bad times. I believed and trusted her blindly. And that was the biggest mistake that I’d done so far in my life. I now regret it. I now regret for trusting her so much and letting her break my heart while I was all into her, her friendship, our friendship. 

When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. “I am glad you are here with me, here at the end of all things”, I said after our first fight followed by an immediate patch up. I hated fighting with her and hated to say such things to her. It gave me strength to have somebody to fight for; I could never fight for myself, but, for others, I could think of doing something. For her, I could kill anybody. I was absolutely mad about her, mad at her, I think. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails. 

With age, the innocence of friendship fades away. The concept of best-friends-forever is purely imaginary. Although real in some cases. We grow, we change, and we make new friends, forget the old ones. The cycle repeats itself over again. And somewhere along the way, we find ourselves trapped among the fake people. Everyone has fake friends or are surrounded by fake people. People don’t love us for what we are, but for what they want out of us. Our parents are right when they say; it’s a selfish world out there. In those years, I never listened to them; never cared to give it a thought. But now it’s all true, was damn true because now I’ve realized and experienced it. But you simply cannot leave your friends and walk away, just because you know how fake they are. Now I greet and treat the people as they do. I don’t be nice to them either. I maintain distance. But I never let the bond die. Because I’m an emotional being and for me it’s a bit hard to break relations. I set my priorities and am with those who acknowledge me, those who have accepted me the way I am. I be with those who make me happy, be it just a handful of people. For life is too short to waste it on people who aren’t worth your time and emotions. 

For me, friendship is something different, something really beautiful, above all other relations. Friendship- my definition is built on two things- Respect and trust. Both elements have to be there. And it has to be mutual. You can have respect for someone, but if you don’t have trust, the friendship will crumble. Day by day, my friendship with Sunita grew stronger. The more the peoplsaid anything to either of us, or to our friendship, the more it grew stronger. The bond was just unbreakable and divine then. One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. She was the answer to my every question, to my prayers. She was someone that I really couldn’t afford to lose. I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing up something we must learn. She taught me the meaning of life and friendship. She taught me every lesson of friendship, whether it is trust or respect. When you’re mad after somebody and when you really care for the person, you will never want people to say anything about them; let yourself say anything. I had almost destroyed all those relations in my life, with whom she had a problem with. Because for me, she was far too important. I wanted her to be with me, then and forever. I just couldn’t imagine my life without her, without her smile, her laughter, her abuses, her sweet lies, her hugs. She was everything that I wanted, that I longed for, my sweet best friend.

THE POST EFFECT
Sometimes, it does happen in your life at some or the other point, that you can’t utter a word when you have so much to tell it to someone. And even if you do so, there’s nobody to listen and understand it; that you can’t write it down when you have it in mind; that you can’t sing when there’s music in your heart; that you can’t dance when there’s rhythm in the air. It happens with everybody. And that’s life!

It really hurts when someone you trusted so much all this time, backstab you or ditch you and just throw you away from their life as if you’re the culprit and without listening to you or any and without even thinking about the consequences. This is exactly what she did to me. Nobody could ever do anything like this to her only best friend, or undergo the way I had. I was broken and shattered. We were great friends back then, one and a half years ago. Hangouts and shopping on Sundays were moving in a fast pace and so was our friendship. I started trusting her. Actually, I trusted her blindly with no intentions and demands. A trust and faith without any second thought. I didn’t care what she said to others or how she behaved with others. I only knew that she was too sweet with me as sugar, as always. 

It was December 2011 when I broke up with her, with Sunita. I had lost one of my best friends or maybe one of those fake friends whom I considered my best friends. It’s almost been more than an year now that we aren’t talking. We are no more on talking terms. We are no more FRIENDS on facebook and other social networks. Even now I don’t understand that part, the part that made her do all this. I don’t understand why the hell I was held responsible. I don’t understand why others ignored me. I just can’t believe that she blamed me for stealing her belonging, her E-Commerce book (4th SEM), to be more precise. I was sure and confident that no matter what, she would stand by me always, holding my hand as a friend in bad times. But I was so wrong. 

It’s been exactly a year since that incident. It’s been one year since we are not talking, since we are not facing each other. It’s been a year full of mysteries, odds, problems, joys and even tears but it has made me strong now. Such situations in one’s life make oneself strong enough to face any such situation or challenge. And it has made me quite strong. Nobody can ever think or nobody can ever imagine what I had been through since last one year. Sometimes you become careless of the things or circumstances you face in life, if you have good friends or boyfriend/girlfriend or family. Because you have that support in your life, that can take you away from any problem or any bad situation. There lies a kind of backup assurance. You share things or happening with your near or dear ones. But sometimes, it so happens that you can never share anything with anybody for any matter. You don’t even share it with your best friends. There are certain things that you want to keep it to yourself. You don’t want to tell it to anyone. 

Looking back those years, those two and a half years of beautiful relation, the pure friendship, the times that we had spent together, I just get emotional. Yes, I’m an emotional creature and have this habit of being with the same people throughout. I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life goes on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. 

I was completely broken and shattered that day. It was 25th of December 2011. It took a very long time for me to get over it. In the earlier days, when I used to look at her, I missed her. Then a few months later, when I used to watch her giggling and enjoying with her other friends, I didn’t react. And now when if I happen to see her by any chance, I just don’t like her. I don’t want to see her face again. I hate her now more than anything else in the world. I don’t believe in trust and people like her. I don’t want such people any more in my life now. I have moved on. I had to. But nobody knows what all I’ve undergone in these one and a half years of my Engineering. I don’t trust anybody because it leads to pain and finally breaks heart. It was my entire fault. It was never her fault; it was mine for believing every word that she spoke and for trusting her so much. It was my fault that I trusted her blindly.

Well, I’m just looking into different perspectives of life, glancing at my past, talking on my present and in the end of the day, preparing best for my future. This is my life, this is ME!

I regret now, I reget today, for not letting people know what exactly had happened. I stayed numb because I believed that even if I do tell them they wouldn’t listem to me or even believe me for what I say or what I am. 
The incident changed my life. It had changed me. Now, I’ve something to look forward to when I return back home. Yes, it changed everything, people around me. It has changed my personality as well. I hope one day she just realizes her mistake and make an apology to me. I do hope you guys there, reading my story, will surely raise up voice in such times in your life, as by not raisng your voice, by not speaking up, you’re not helping anyone, rather you’re harming your own self! 

Fingers Crossed!

PS – I’m good without her, but let’s just hope she gets this message!

People, do comment and send your feedback.

Dixita Goyal

Ascetic Rummage

Posted: March 30, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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With all of this world’s pace today, many of us feel left out. Even with all the money we make, even with all the privileges we get, we feel resentful by the time we go to sleep – a feeling which doesn’t satisfy the very purpose and existence of life. Why is it so? Why are the feelings of restlessness, emptiness, isolation, the fear of being abandoned is replaced be a belief of God?

So many people I personally know have taken onto asomatous apprenticeship that sometimes it makes me wonder, if at all we are able to elicit anything on our own. I’m not generalizing, nor throwing any bad light upon any spiritual bouquet but we have become very at home with running towards someone else for help, always.

Many organizations I know, have constantly stressed at one point – that we must start cultivating a habit of undoubting the omnipresence of The Lord. I’m not an atheist, nor am I a priest. I’m a human, who believes that if you practice well being, it will be reverberated back to you.

They headline the fact of God, into us, which is not something they’re supposed to do, because that relationship we have with Him is so pure and personal that the thought of even commercializing it, demeans the intimate receptivity between the two.

They cannot instill thoughts in us to like God, or believe in God because frankly that’s such a personal and privy decision. It’s unfair that it is those money seeking corporates who dictate our spiritual journey. It is flawed fundamentally to such a large extent that it’s not even funny.

I feel that, we must believe in His Infinite Spirit because we want to, and not because we must. And that feeling should come from within us, not from those traders of religion. I strongly give credence to the point that we all must be God Loving and not God Fearing. Because then it is, when we seek His nourishment.

You’re not happy because of God, you’re not sad because of God. You are feeling emotions, which are self-inflicted. Neither can we blame Him for our miseries, nor can we thank Him for our joys. We can just work towards bettering and believing in the relationship we have with that Absolute Being, not for any sort of reward or fruit, but for the sheer bliss and positivity it brings along with it.

Devesh Baheti

Institute of Aeronautical Engineering

deveshbaheti84@gmail.com


She never thought that sex in real life was any different from what they showed in American sitcoms. The only problem, or so she used to think, was to find a willing partner. If one had a willing partner, all would fall into place, they would show each other a good time and depart with dreamy sighs. Reality, alas, turned out to be different. Sex was dirty and the only pleasure it gave came with a tremendous amount of guilt. A willing partner was not the end of it. Was he right for her? Was he considerate and sensitive enough? Would he take nude pictures of her or record them together and post it online for the viewing pleasure of thousands of men hiding in their dark rooms? Could she trust him to not break her heart? 

The emotional dangers crowded her mind so much that she forgot to worry about the more practical issues. She forgot about birth-control. 

Although, she had had only had oral sex with her last partner, the internet told her that she could in fact get pregnant from dry-humping. 

Her world shattered around her feet. What if she was pregnant? Where would she get the money to get an abortion? What if her parents found out? What if her friends found out? What if society found out? An unmarried, 18 year old, pregnant. 

She woke up and rushed to the pharmacy to buy an emergency pill. She had to get over her nervousness and ask for an i-pill. The men stared at her, perhaps imagining themselves in place of her partner. She felt dirty and worthless. 

A week later, all her fears were laid to rest and she decided to never take such a chance again. 

Three weeks later, she was punished with another nagging fear. Her aunt, a doctor, remarked in passing that she had herpes. She wasn’t displaying any visible symptoms but not a lot of people with this virus did. The test would not give her a conclusive answer. She felt betrayed and hurt. How could her aunt say something like this to her and then not bring it up again. As a doctor, didn’t she owe her an explanation. She had no knowledge of her sexual history and yet she had said something like this. Did she not think about the effect such a statement would have on her? 

And again, her life came to standstill. 

Sam S

‘WE’ak…

Posted: November 13, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Sometimes just love isn’t enough to hold things together. We weak humans need much more than that: trust, honesty, loyalty and what not.

We are weak.

You and I have no control over thinking about things that we don’t want to think about.

So weak that we do not have the power to erase any memory that haunts us and let the good things pass us by.

We even think twice before taking a crazy chance.

Our weakness is also evident when we believe that we know something is going to last forever but we are wrong.

Desperately we sometimes try to replace the things that we once thought was irreplaceable. We have always replaced apologies with blame games.

We have expectations and blame others for disappointing us.

Half the time we are emotional wrecks, having no control over what we feel for some one.

We are blinded by love, hatred and want.

We don’t understand the difference between our needs and wants.

We are always in need of something.

Now tell me…

Aren’t we weak?

Yes, very much.

Flawed, imperfect and messed up as well.

We are weak.

So weak that we need time to do all the healing for the brokenhearted, with its bittersweet medicines.

Maybe, just maybe, our weakness is our strength.

Or maybe not.

Sruthi Laya

AAT Media College

sruthi@me.com

Seclusion

Posted: October 29, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Things are getting murkier day by day.
Castigations and convictions have entrenched.
Unnecessarily lashes crippled the situation.
Narcissism further debilitated the already worsen situation.
The platitudes have truncated to the core.
Tapping in and showing strength in the eye of storm
will do no good either.
Words uttered ripped up the the last hopes of salvaging the bond.
Ample times basking in came to mind.
From where to initiate and for whom when there is no epiphany ?
Not even the good memories could remove the throes of present.
Agreed that it does take two to tango ,
But the already raging fire was fuelled.
Somebody sowed the seeds of hatred ,
That ultimately culminated into SECLUSION……
Seclusion not physical , but the one that shreds one’s soul.
Well played , well played

Nabila Khan

People’s Dental Academy

nabila.alikhan@yahoo.co.in

I am a Wo‘man’

Posted: October 19, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Many renowned philosophers have written impeccable thesis on how a woman is indeed a powerful creation of god. Thousands of poets and authors have done there bit in the past and are still working on proving that women are no less than men. Here I am trying to unfold a woman’s life through my eyes.

Woman the word itself says wo“man”. Only a woman holds the dual power to take the charge of being a woman as well as a man. Have you ever wondered why a girl is called “beta” (boy in Hindi) at times while the boy is always the “beta” and never the “beti” (Girl in Hindi)? That is because only a beti can be a beta for her family as and when required. 

From the moment the doctor cuts the umbilical cord and announces “It’s a baby girl” take it as a blessing of god because only a girl can be a boy when it comes to protecting her family, only a girl can be herself when it comes to making her parents proud, only a girl willingly supports her family even when she gets married. Hence, only she has the power to act as “he” as well. 

From high school she learns how her first relationship (which she thought was love) was just a trailer of the rough life ahead. She laughs out loud hiding her tears behind, learning to move on. Only she knows how it feels while taking the 7th phera, leaving all the memories behind and accepting her partner’s last name for the rest of her life. 

She has it all, from being a baby girl to a daughter, from being a wife to a mother, she has the power to keep the universe alive. She is the source of life and one can never underestimate her importance. This one is to all the beautiful women for being so patient and devoting all your life and to all the men who must value her for being an unconditional support throughout their life. 

Tanvi Mahajan

Kirori Mal College


He decided to buy it, and she was happy, because she always wanted it, but could never buy it. They researched around it day in and day out. After a lot of research he canned the plan of buying it at all. That made her sad, but never mind, she would convince him someday, she convinced herself.

One afternoon, suddenly he wanted to buy it again. She smiled to herself, she was successful. But she never knew there was a lot to come. The research started again, and this time she had to convince him to buy what she wanted to always buy, and yes yet again, she won.

It was bought, she was happy, he was happy too, finally something they both loved, wanted was theirs. He loved to click and she loved getting clicked. He clicked her with his newly bought camera. She was the first one to get clicked with his brand new camera and the happiness knew no bounds.

Some days back she wanted the camera, just, because she wanted to click, because she wanted to explore, because suddenly she felt like she could click, she asked him for it. He did not refuse, but forgot. He forgets a lot of things that she says, because there are other important things to remember, Or because he has a habit of forgetting things. She ignored.

One fine day, happiness was around the corner, both were busy with their smart phones and then she looked at the screen of his phone. He was talking to his best friend who is one of the most important parts of his life. And she realized that he is selling it off for another one.

He felt bad that he hadn’t told her, but he hadn’t told her because he wanted to surprise her with the new one. That is so sweet, and that made her happy from the inside, but what distressed her was that she was attached to the old one, she wanted to see it, touch it, yes he owned it, but wasn’t she equally a owner, or maybe not. She loved it, it was her first one, their first one, and she wished to see it. But he had a plan, a plan to surprise her, to see that smile on her face, is it right to ask him about this plan, was it right to ask him to get the old one back so that she could bid it a goodbye.

Whose mistake is it? Who has to compromise/understand/adjust? Who should let it go, and embrace the happiness for the other?

Ruchika Thakkar

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