durga puja
NAVRATRI – The Dress Code
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
I rummage through my wardrobe, a yellow sari and a blue kurta. Uff, I’m done. Just the peacock green left, I sigh victoriously “Sari or
Still, monsoon arrives every year unfailingly with all her magic, soaking the asphalt-covered streets, the resonance of falling rain on tin sheds reminding one of the mellifluous notes of the Santoor and the urban poet is content in writing his name on the fogging glass facade of the airconditioned coffee shop.
How naive it was of me, when I dreamt of splashing waters and letting myself feel the rain, when someone, probably a few kilometres away, was struggling with an ounce of drinking water or some morsel of grains or a shelter to cover themselves!
Next time when you start humming a song, be observant if they tick any of the points listed above. If they do, I am not asking you to change the song, just think would you like to be the subject of the song though.
Crunch. You should remember what you built !!! Crunch.You should feel the texture of what you are eating!!
Hua na. Lagee bhook?
How much do parents know about their children before they hive off the child towards tuition?
We have become too comfortable with the jokes cracked on us or our families, we have adjusted too well to the momentary humiliations by grinning big. We have learnt hard to ignore many times. Did we pave the path for bullies by our prolonged resilience or silence? But for how long?
However, religion, if given too much importance, is subject to misinterpretation and misuse. For ages, it has been successfully used to divide us and continues to do so. What has kept us together despite that, is our faith. Let’s not use religion as a tool to judge people and like all relationships, let’s keep our relationship with God personal.
