Before I begin with the article I wish to draw your attention towards the disclaimer:
The present article isn’t inspired from the Uber’s Case, any Open Letter or the sensitive video on ‘Indian Women Deserve to Get Raped’ and not even the recent acid attack on a woman doctor by another fellow doctor who was her best friend, huh! The article is an expression of my thought that has been haunting me for a long time now, in a local bus, crowded street, Jogger’s Park, railway coaches, while some emotional and agonizing read on women assault, leisure walk and during encounters with real incidents. I had wanted to find a space and some time to pour out my heart on how it feels to be an Indian Woman and finally I could make some time for it. Therefore, the article mustn’t be considered as a ‘Season’s Post’.
At times we take such reckless decisions in life that we simply cannot help it anymore, none can. We can’t retreat, amend or take lessons from it. Life does not always bring memories or experiences. It may just cut off the thread to all of it. It’s just over forever…. Life does not have retakes. It’s just once and for all. One who does not love life gets the same in return. It’s one such scoundrel who does not comply with you ever, but with all oddities, Life’s Good!! Continue reading
Do not remember me for my looks, not even for my knowledge or expertise, forget me please if I was only a name for you, never mention me in your conversation if the only thing you remember about me is my lip colour, eye make up, nail paint, dresses, accessories, handbags, or sandals…. If you really want to keep me with yourself then please do but for my good deeds, for my kind gestures towards you, talk about me if I was of any help to you, ever. I want you to remember me for what I have been to you, the kind of person I am to you and definitely not what I am for myself!
The blog post is penned only for fun. It has no venomous intentions of any kind.. It is a fact, if not everywhere but at least in my homeland, India, that the moment a baby is born, parents start harbouring plans of marriage of the apple of their eyes. Nothing wrong with it, but at times it gets too much. To me, it often seems MARRIAGES are the ‘be all’ and ‘end all’ and yes truthfully I detest it… So here I am, with my funny analogies and perspective over marriages: Love and Arranged
Statutory Warning: You are done for life after marriages, whether LOVE or ARRANGED.
The worst cheating of all is when you cheat yourself by stacking desires that will never be fulfilled, by spinning emotions that shan’t come true, by knitting hope that can only moist your eyes and by bagging trust that you don’t have faith on..
Be the protagonist of your life. Don’t let other characters rule the pages of your life. Yes, they may influence your story but ultimately everyone would wish to read you through your pen. The day you flavour your life with only YOU, I bet you’d be the bestseller!!
At times life makes you come across such unavoidable circumstances that you ponder.. Is my life without a purpose??.. Is it worthless and am I aimless?? At that point of time…. Hold on…