Revenge

No, I don’t have the right to feel bad

Be sad and mad at the happy lad

It was my own choice

I preferred not to rejoice

Merrily they went

Covered with sweet scent

The same I was

at a corner in the class

I had no reason to repent

to shout and to vent

I had done the same to him

Over and over I had repeated the sin

Left him alone each time

So that I could dance, dine and wine

Now it was his turn

He showed me how I had left him to mourn

He had the right to feel bad

and his chance now to be glad

I have neither any regrets

nor any plan to take wickets !

My friend

Sleepy as ever
I put my head down for better

Feeling lazy like never before
I decided to have a nap at four

My friend was calling
and again mailing

Two texts she had sent
I couldn't get what she meant

Knew we had to meet
To talk and to sit

She was coming after a long time
to see me and mine

We had planned to chat whole night
which would continue till eight

I had to wake up and dress up
as we were going to meet up

But my eyes refused to open
Stubborn to get up for no men

My bestie was coming
I should be dancing and singing

I saw dream after dream
and imagined putting cream

Lipstick, liner and mascara
all ready to attend the opera

My gown was of pink and blue
getting compliments without giving a clue

Slim and fair and pretty
I looked being in my twenty

Ah! It hurt
I had fallen from the cot

Gone was the dream
and also the cream

My friend was standing
staring and shouting

as to why I didn't reach
although discipline I used to preach

So sorry I was
luckily not in front of mass

The Ring

And the ring came out

Then I said ouch

There lied the golden beauty

Shining on my table sweety

As my eyes stared there

I got lost somewhere

Beautiful were those days

I was happier in many ways

I rose to see him today

and slept to see him another day

Romantic seemed the weather

I didn’t care if I mattered for neither

So was I

All smiling and shy

  

New people we met

New stories we wrote

However what mattered

Was that I was shattered

As the ring lay on the table

I thought of where to hide and cuddle

                                             

Searching happiness

My life took a turn

There was only to mourn                         

No dance, no play, no song, no joy

I felt like a toy

Days passed by

People said bye

Only memories to treasure

No happiness to measure

Sleeping felt no good

It had spoilt my mood

In the darkness of dawn

I found none

Lost in my own thoughts

with many I fought

Thinking of my past

I hoped it would last

But,

my life had taken a turn

and there was only to mourn

I thought what was I

having all senses such as eye

Yes, I look normal

then why can't I impress them all?

Is there a way to delight?

Please show me some light

Rediscovering yourself

When the world leaves you alone
and you need motivation to summon


When you sit lonely and sad
thinking if you will go mad


When there is no one to ask
and you wonder if they were wearing a mask


When you think you will fail
and then you go pale


When everyone rejoice
but you get no choice


When your own don't care
and you fear to dare


Its time to trust thyself
and forget other selves


You discover something new
and you tell that to few


Its a new you
Be proud of you!

Be You!

Run run run Mary
because life is in a hurry

Look here, there and everywhere
Everybody wants to reach there

Edwin, Marvin and Peter
each of them wants to be the winner

What is so exciting ?
What is so appealing ?

That the whole world runs
and whoever remaining follows

Don't be lost in thoughts Mary
you won't achieve by being in worry

Let the crazy go in one path
You chose yours and take an oath

Come what may
Be original in your way!

What's in a nose!

What do you prefer? A small nose, a big nose, a blunt nose, a sharp nose or no nose? Do you think I am kidding? Of course not!!

When I was born, my grandmother announced outside the ward that the baby doesn't have a nose. Imagine was I born without a nose and how did she conclude so. Apparently, the friendly doctor had jokingly said that to my grand mom when she inquired about my looks. She took it seriously. Though later on she realized that I do have a nose – a small nose. Are you thinking as to why I am creating an issue out of this and that too writing a blog about nose. No I am not crazy. I just found it worth a write!

People prefer different kinds of noses. It’s a known phenomena that we often crave for what we don't have not realizing the value of what we have. Generally people in East India either have blunt noses or small noses and obviously they do crave for big noses or sharp noses like people have in the North. I too thought that the North Indians must be really proud of their noses until I came to know that one of my North Indian friend actually liked small nose and admired it. I love Soha Ali Khan's nose but was surprised to know that most of my friends from the North disliked her because of her nose.

So, I say what's in a nose and beauty is skin deep. It all depends on people's perception. Sense of beauty varies from individual to individual. 

Depression

                                                                Depression

We say 'I am under depression'. What does this word ‘depression’ mean? Is it something very serious or is it something which can be ignored? Is it permanent or is it just a temporary phase? Well, it can vary from person to person. Depression is often used in place of feeling sad, glum, and unhappy or even getting bored. All these words may sound very petty and are often disregarded. When someone says that he/she is under depression, his/hers very own family members and close friends prefer to brush aside the matter thinking it to very minute.

However, such issues need immediate attention especially from the loved ones. In many cases just some love and extra care from the near and dear ones can make things better. Many people advise to visit therapists, counsellors and call suicide help lines but they rarely are of any help. Our own people do not understand our problems and the already depressed person becomes even more depressed.

Anjali was an engineer and lived respectably. But life gives you both joy and sorrow. So how could Anjali be happy and cheerful all the time? She was very ambitious and her independence was of high value to her even though she came from a very well-to-do family. She dreamt of working in a huge firm which specialized in her career path and one fine day she joined her dream company. To her dismay, her life turned into a night mare. She took a major decision by quitting work in her dream company due to harassment at work place. She had never imagined that she would face such a situation in her life. Her dream company would become her nightmare.  After being supported by her family and being pacified by her friends, she felt better.

Everyone and she herself thought she can get a new job in a week’s time. However things didn’t happen the way she thought. It’s been 6 months now and she is without a job, extremely lonely, has become very touchy and is under heights of depression. She is contemplating suicide and thinking over which form of suicide  would be the best option. Her best friend does not understand her and she is all the more demoralized. We hope she doesn’t take an extreme step. I know most of us will say what a stupid girl she is. It is always easy to say things and laugh at others when we have never faced the situation.

Don’t you think a little more love and care would have made her life better? After all it’s not her fault. She was harassed.