Brevity, Write Ups

Fall

I fall for you all over again when you already know I ate your favourite vanilla ice cream and you still act suprised like you never knew and failing miserably . When you buy two pair of socks because I always steal yours . When you travel one extra mile just because I like Chinese from that particular restaurant around the corner . When you patiently explain all Urdu-hindi words of some shyri because I’m so bad at Hindi . When you eat my half cooked roti and make ugly faces and still eat it anyway . When you just hug me and don’t push me for things when I have a rough day . When you sing “let it go” repeatedly while I yell at you till I join you in our post fight singing concert . When you keep up with all my important dates and keep reminding me to complete my assignments . When you push me do my best .
Yes , I fell for all over again all-day everyday .

Quill, Write Ups

Wish

A women in her mid thirties from a well to do family was beaten and thrown out of her house in the middle of the night by her drunk husband with her autistic child. Barefooted she went to her friends house to seek help. Another women was beaten and pushed from 3rd floor of her building by her husband. On being asked why did he do this he replied that no other option was left.

These incidents that occurred in my neighbourhood in the last 2 weeks, disheartens me. I hear a deep scream of a women asking me when did ‘The Man Of The House’ snatched your right to breath? Even after hearing such painstaking words like, “I’ll kill you” “You deserve a life in the sewer” why were the women not able to leave the house that had no respect for her? Why were her parents not saying a word and watching the whole scenario unfold, couldn’t they sense their daughters pain, her sufferings? Why didn’t the women take a stand for herself and for the sake of her child?

And the answers to all these questions lie in how we raise our daughters, telling them at each step to be dependent on their brothers, father, husband. Instilling in her that her parents house is not hers and she will have to leave for another house that she might be able to call her own. Asking her to stay hushed, low gaze and to behave. WHAT WILL THE SOCIETY SAY? (insert mocking laugh)

And being a women, girl, daughter I wish for a world that has respect. A world where were are not dependent on anyone. I wish for a safer world



Poetry, Write Ups

Birth

I remember becoming a writer,
A winter of february,
In a dark quite room,
My body slumped like a limp,
Scars all over my soul,
Slipping in a marsh,
I knew I couldn’t get out of,
I felt words slipping out of lips,
But nothing came out,
As if , they’ve stopped functioning,
My mind trapped in storms,
Lights scared me,
As if , they were mocking me,
So I reached out,
Pulled the blinds, turned the lights off,
And on one dark hour,
Sobs burst out like a packed seed bag,
Scars healed me and words saved me,
And I couldn’t ask for better .

Quill, Write Ups

The Early New Year Wishes

Probably the earliest new year wishes, and before all the platforms start posting memes on how they wasted this year too. Let me tell you how I didn’t waste this year.

  1. There are some happy days, some days you feel low. Some days you feel things aren’t going how they are supposed to, dear, on these days you just need to go with the flow. Understand things eventually get better, always.
  2. A little note of well-being from an old friend literally makes your day
  3. In this ‘modern’ world where everyone is fed up with their monotonous life, and dark selves. Be the soul that radiates infinite happiness, good vibes. Make your presence a comforting one.
  4. Beauty is the way you carry yourselves, how you treat others with love. Beauty is your soul.
  5. A hearty laugh makes everything better.
  6. Face everyday with a new energy, Grab the opportunities, Seize the day.
  7. You ought to keep your fist down and your head high to fight for what is right. 

And here’s wishing you all a Happy New Year!!

Quill, Write Ups

Lost?

Do you ever feel lost ?
So lost that it feels like your lungs are on fire and it’s so hard to breathe . Like you’re on the top of Ferris wheel and while coming down , it feels like your inside will explode . Like that mini heart attack you get when you slips just below the top of the hill .
You know there’s this thing with people that when they leave , they leave with a vacant hollow space inside us , with stomach full of knots , eyes full of tears , mind full of twisted thoughts .
We get so habituated to their presence that after them , it’s just , it’s just darkness . They lingers everywhere , in the sheets , in the clothes , in our home , in our fingertips , in our mind . And god help you if you get that particular smell of cologne somewhere and you loose it completely , every bottled up thought comes crashing down and you couldn’t even cry . Because you’re so tired , not for sleep but for peace .

  • Blurry vision , sunset and cigarettes
Quill, Write Ups

Extra Limits???

Ola!!! Sorry for the late post guys… But, extremely dissatisfied by the LIMITS, I write this.

So what are limits? Why are we ‘The Middle Class’ always the ones who are show the limits? Who creates them? Why do we accept them?

Everyone wants to excel in life. Every parent wants their kid to excel. Or more prominently wants their kid to be financially stable or shall I venture to use the word Rich. 

But if we ask ourselves, how much are we doing to actually excel? What are we doing to excel? Are (for the parents) you believing in your kid? Are you giving 4-5 hours daily to sit and practice?

Do you think above the LIMITS? The limits which present forth us the Rich and Successful as godly figures, but the moment we start to think as them order us not to. For we, we can’t dream as them, we can’t think as them… Oh really!!! Then how do we expect to live as them.

We have to give in extra for everything… Extra passion, extra motivation, extra effort to counter the quotas, extra knowledge and indeed extra believe in our goals, in our views and ourselves at large.  

So when do you plan to start giving your extra???

Quill, Write Ups

The Girl On The Last Bench

Today I finally observed you, sitting on the last bench, totally engrossed in ‘The Pride and Prejudice’. You were probably oblivious to the boy sitting on the bench next to you or to the girls singing on top of their voices on the first bench. And just when I thought you were to preoccupied for the world outside, you smiled at the literary remark someone in the middle row made.

We never had a conversation except the one time you were my subject for the psychology project. You were  really slow to answer my tasteless questions. And dear you were cautious too, placing each of your words perfectly one after the another. I was in awe of the way you speak. You are just like me an avid reader.

Perhaps you have learned from Elizabeth Bennet, how not to make hasty decision and how to appreciate the difference between essential and superficial. Maybe like Alaska you too have a hurricane inside you, like Atticus Finch you too delete the adjectives to have your facts strong and solid. Like Katniss you have internal conflicts but you too know, just like her, hopes live on.   

Most likely I will keep on guessing things about you and never ask you anything,

-A girl just like you

p.s. Elizabeth Bennet is the protagonist in the book Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austin), Alaska in John Green’s book Looking for Alaska, Atticus Finch of To Kill a Mockingbird, Katniss of  The Hunger Games series.

Quill, Write Ups

Dear Almost

Dear Almost,

I was ninteen when I met you. We we’re like poles: North Pole and South Pole. I was chaos, you were calm. I was afternoon you were midnight, I was blizzard and you were that soft, slow snowfall. I was tides and you were waves.

We are different, we could have been sky. As if it was us. But we were ‘You’ and ‘I’, the sky and the clouds, close yet miles apart. You had always remind me how easy it is to fall for someone. But you just never count on me realising I was nothing more than a bad habbit and that you were always going to siphon what you could not give…

Quill, Write Ups

Ahoy! Yes YOU !!!

Excuse me… Yes youYou got a minute or so, just to slow down a bit of your scrolling speed and unfold the brilliant truth before yourself.

So now, since you’re here I’ve got something special to tell you. You see other than being homo sapiens and a set of some fundamental features, we’ve all got one more thing in common. 

Some refer to it as goals, some as dreams, a few call it ambitions too and a few also refer to it as targets. But, irrespective of the fact that they range from living an american dream, or running a corporation of your own, getting the job you always aspired of till the point of mastering your paint brush strokes, producing a bestseller or simply finding the true love of your life… they vary from everywhere to everywhere.

Now, you might be wondering what is so special about it, we all know it already… don’t we? But, oh my sweet friend, what you ought to know is the major difference which separates it from being an ambition forever or dream turned into reality. So brace yourselves up for that difference is.

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Exactly… that is the very difference which separates the fabrications from reality... Not getting it? 

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This hunger you had, to know more, the mindset of not throwing the towel in before you get to the answer, putting the extra effort and being consistent in it, even as small as scrolling for ten more seconds has indeed made the difference, the difference ninety nine percent of people fail to realize. The difference which separates the great from the good, champions from winners, achievers from even the toppers and indeed learners from skimmers.     

 

Art, Write Ups

Fire Flowers

Wishing all of you a happy and prosperous Diwali

May the lights guide you and brightness never leave your side.

May the colours of rangoli fill up your life with brightness and magic

And indeed, 
May you have a great time with your family, friends and all the loved ones.