My favourite one among the few poems i have ever written.......

WISH COULD FLY

I remember all the times when i prayed "I could fly"
Standing on roadside and looking at the sky.

I was four, dad got me a balloon,
I loved those colors, Red and Blue.

It slipped from my hand and went into the sky,
with tears in my eyes I said, "I wish I could fly"

Looking at a butterfly, I was counting its colors,
At the age of nine, i thought it was something unique that I discovered.

A blow of wind came and there was no butterfly,
with tears in my eyes I said, "I wish I could fly."

It was Christmas and I wrote a letter for Mr.Clause,
mentioning things that i wanted with high hopes.

I was thirteen of age and couldn't convince postman uncle to make a try.
with tears in my eyes I said, "I wish up to the North Pole I could fly"

I am a grown up and have faced a lot today.
Now I realize life is not a child's play

Though i have learnt a lot from life and everything has changed.
Still the WISH, from those childhood days is same.

Have tears in my eyes, but today i can't cry,
Standing alone on the roadside, I pray "I could fly."

Even after kajol, Bipasha and Mallika???

A matrimonial ad, “ Beautiful girl with fair complexion needed for a doctor guy, caste no bar”

“Fair Complexion”, every parent dreams of getting a fair and beautiful girl for their son. I wonder if these two words are really interrelated. I myself has dusky complexion and feels like killing those people who tell me names of fairness creams. I don’t know why they worry this much about my complexion, when this is entirely and solely my property. And when I, myself, love my complexion. As far as I know our country is known for brown complexion only. I remember last time I was standing near the window of a low floor DTC bus in Delhi when a guy on scooter just passed through me and commented something on my complexion. Though he himself was very dark, but I guess girls are supposed to be fair only.

This reminds me of an incident in school. Once we had hemoglobin test in our school. I got the highest among girls, 13 that was even more than a few boys in our class. Our class teacher who herself got 11, made a conclusion that people with dark or dusky complexion got higher level of hemoglobin. I don’t know if that was scientifically proved or not, but I found that really irritating at that point and quite funny later.

I don’t understand these people who have risen above the boundaries of caste, in a country like ours, but still looks for a fair complexion girl. Even when the film industry, where glamour and looks are everything, welcome the dusky and blacks gladly. I don’t know how to teach these people. I know there are so many people who have started looking beyond complexion and compliments like black beauty and lovely complexion are quite flattering, but I guess still we need a bigger change. I wonder do we really need tv soaps like “Saath phere” and “Bidaai” to make people understand? But I think these soaps shows the dark complexion people in an ugly way when we all know it well that a dusky person has his/her own charm and beauty. We have examples of Kajol, Bipasha, Mallika, Konkana and all. And I guess when a person as handsome as John Abraham finds a dusky girl gorgeous; there is no point of doubting the thoughts.

So guys just a piece of advice, that we Indians are famous for giving, open the boxes of mind and start looking at the beauty beyond complexion.

WRITING A BLOG BECAUSE I LIED TO MY DAD

Ohk, this is the first time that I am writing a blog. I always wondered how people do this. Writing something that holds the interest of reader till the end is not an easy task, no? That’s what kept me encouraging to take the challenge. The same reason made me wait this long to make an attempt, I was scared what if no one read or liked it? I had almost dropped the idea of writing a blog till 2 months back, when my friend told me that he is writing blogs and it’s interesting. The thought process started again, but when I read his blog, all those thoughts were completely shattered. No, it wasn’t that bad, actually it was too good that being a person with less confidence, I couldn’t think of writing even close to that. So, the account that I was planning to make since so long, remained a plan only. But a few days back, dad came to me asking why I spend too much time on Orkut and FB. I didn’t had any answer, I mean what could I tell him, “Coz I need to talk with my online friends” or “because I own a farm on FB and taking care of plants and animals that I own there, is much more important than my CAT preparations.” I found a better way to escape, to Lie. Though I am pretty bad at lying but my college friends have given me a great practical learning over that topic in last 3 years. So the answer was, “dad it’s neither orkut nor FB, I write blogs.” I thought it would be easier this way to get out of it but it was like hitting the axe on my own foot. The next question was, “since when? Can I read them?” Now was the real brainstorming session, I had to cook a story on the spot to save my a**. I knew he doesn’t use net much so I told him that they have some problem with blog links and every time you click it, it ends with a new virus in your system. I told him it’ll be over within 2-3 days and guess what? He seriously believed this story. So I got a time of 2 days to write a few pages. And hence here I am, on the “Orientation Ceremony” of my own blog. Though I could find some good reasons earlier but I chose the most weird and quite funny one,

“WRITING A BLOG BECAUSE I LIED TO MY DAD”