The wrong of right

In certain countries, people fought for years to obtain the right, to vote. We the people, of the biggest democracy in the world perceive the right for the liberty to evade from execution, if not all , at least a significant 'we'.

30-40% or less turn-out at the polling booths, is shocking, considering the populous wealth our country possesses. As much we might argue that there hardly is any consequence in our voting or otherwise, but evasion will nip the ounce of the prime opportunity at hand, to do our bit to correct the system.

Unfortunately, it takes voting to be made a  duty rather than right to get citizens out of their cozy beds on a paid holiday to lend their opinion on who should rule them.  Whatever it takes...

For once, I am impressed with this decision of Narendra Modi and his government. Quite a dynamic move, beyond doubt.
More on this can be read at http://www.deccanherald.com/content/42164/voting-mandatory-gujarat-local-polls.html

Between Ear-rings and the world

She pulled out the neatly starched and pressed pink salwar suit with crystal white dupatta, from the wardrobe. Held it against her in front of the mirror to see if suits her the way it always did. A mild grin came on her face when she recollected the compliments she got from her dear hubby every single time she wore it. It made her look thin, beautiful and gave a bright outlook. So, the decision was easy to make. She had chosen the dress for the occasion. The pearl necklace and bracelet to adorn her(Anniversaries help, don’t they? More so, the magical ones like 5th),there was no stopping her from looking gorgeous.

She relentlessly searches through the huge collection of ear-rings, in the drawers until she laid her hands on the pair she looked for.As she put them in place to hang through the holes in her ear-lobes, tear-drops that where crystal clear, almost washed her kajal away to draw the smudged lines on her once impeccably dressed face. The world before her collapsed. She sank.

Guilt killed her. What was she up to? To meet him who once gave her the ear-rings but never could come back to see her graced by them? To meet him who was jailed for violence.. of hitting a set of eve-teasers when she was targeted? To cheat on her dutiful husband? She didn't know. She sat still.

Sometimes, the most loved people are the ones you would never want to see again. For peace to prevail . For emotions to hibernate or die...

She sat still. Until the door bell rang. A splash of water to wipe the lines on her face that separated her worlds, of heart and reality. Ear-rings back to where they were, dumped to be never seen again.... or maybe, until a time she is never tempted to.

She ran to get the door. Her husband walked in. Planted a kiss on her fore-head. She smiled.. perhaps.

Secrets that got wings

My secrets are travelling overseas.. with the only person I might have shared them with. 

An extremely amicable person that she always has been,  never failed to put me into comfort zone and been there whenever I wanted.  There were so many things common between us (just that she is fair and I am dusky ;) ),  I hardly remember if we had objections to each others' thoughts. She has been my best friend, mentor and a lending ear. My agony aunt ( not an aunt, literally!), I could say.

I am not going to say, I wish she could stay here, for I know there are better bundles of joy awaiting her and no person could be as happy as me to see her joyful.

I thank God for having given me this experience of knowing a wonderful  and down-to-earth person in her. A great source of influence she is.

Wishing Kanchan the very best in life and  I really want this long distance relationship to work! Some compensation, God!

"Some people are born to leave a mark wherever they go and you sure did, my dear!"

Daddy's Gal

As a kid, I was dad's gal, big time. All my dad said was intellectual, meaningful and sensible. There was no way I would disagree or find fault. If he said yes, yes was my answer too and if no, so it was.

Over the years, in sportive spirit, we have had several arguments over differences of opinion. It meant, I started thinking otherwise of many opinions that I had inherited from my dad. Dad being a perfect gentleman, has always given scope for free thinking.Some still converge and some opinions diverge to a large extent and we leave it at that for every individual has an opinion and it has to be respected. As I mentioned in my previous post, I go-kart and I like Swift car too!
We do think different.

I find it funny to recollect that I always liked actors my father was a fan of and disliked the ones, he did. But now, I have a bunch of 'good' actors that are not in my father's list. Trust me , he doesn't like Hrithik Roshan and Akshay Kumar.

The one thing of some that was a yes then because my dad felt so and still is a yes for I feel so too, is that Aamir Khan is a supreme actor. Man! I saw some of the promos of "Three Idiots", and I must tell, he is all set to do the magic yet again.

I recollect another one, my dad always disliked Shahrukh Khan and I share that opinion till-date! Some things never change :)

Standing Instructions

Do not go-kart in front of your parents.

If I were sad that the four laps that were given to me got over in a flicker, someone out there was relieved for the same reason, that there were just 4 and it got over in a jiffy! My Father, you know.

To parents, kids remain so forever!

Fact is, kids grow, parents don't seem to ;).
Sometimes(when not go-karting, that is), that very fact is such a pleasure!

Festival of sorts

Yesterday, I announced to my husband that two incompatible entities were going to come together the next morning.
The "incompatible" tag is very much an opinion of his, with respect to him.  He hates them single as much as seeing them together. It was going to be incompatibility squared!! He wouldn't care if they were incompatible to eachother, but to him they sure are.

He: " I am going to be on leave tomorrow, for sure".

Me:  "Huh??!! Why? Monday Blues? "

He:   "Isn't there a food-festival happening at home!!?? How can I imagine going to office??!!"

Me"   "Grrrrr"

Well, it was the coming together of Chickpea and cabbage in the curry!!

I have decided to continue the celebrations, much to his dismay.Tomorrow, it is most certainly going to be beet-root's day out ( of the refrigerator)!!

I hate T.V

I declare that I hate T.V. These words take significance as they are coming out of the mouth of a person who was once a T.V buff.

Coming to the reason, well, not sure if it is because I watch so less of it or if the less that I watch is itself more than enough to bore me out!