Reflections

“You really are such a bitch!” You wake up in the morning, hoping against hope that it will be a great day. Your eyes are still aching with the pain of last night’s crying. As you open your eyes, the faint memory of last night’s dilemma crosses your mind. You think over it again, and try to remember what you had resolved right before you had closed your eyes the previous night. As all those dreadful thoughts cross your mind again, there is a silent tear that rolls down your cheek, unable to resist.   You had left it all behind you the previous night, or so you thought! Now, rolled comfortably in your blanket you realize how one thought had led to another, like one path leading to another. You had journeyed through a whole world of thoughts. The world that was round, ending where it all started. You had landed in the same place, the same dilemma, with maybe a little more clarity! You had been running away from this one thing, one person, and one word. Running like crazy, before you re

Lean and lanky, he sat at his badly lit study table. He had spent most part of his youth and his entire old age in the same place, in front of the same bundle of papers, which would have once been blank, but now were a confused mess of mathematical symbols and philosophical meanderings. The batteries of his table lamp had long ago given up, but too busy to change them, he chose to carry on, letting the lamp shade accumulate dirt and his spectacles, a higher power. The cushion of his chair had sunk deep inside by the unmoving weight of his body. His fatigued mind could not remember the date of when it all started but his objective was still as crystal clear to him, as it had been then. He had embarked on the search for a separate identity, trying to defy the mathematical theorem of “Uniqueness of Identity”. “There is only one identity which is unique”. There has to be a way to finding another identity, a separate identity. Or so he thought. The Indo- Pak war, the Canadian War, the ne

A very recent visit to the various shopping Markets in Delhi triggered quite an unusual line of thoughts, which I shall present before you now! If the caption wasn’t explained well by the previous sentence, let me tell you. “We” here, refers to the breed of people called women/girls (and all the others who belong to the genre called Female) Rest of the caption, am sure makes sense now! No, I will not try to answer why women love to shop? Or What women love to shop? I shall “enlighten” you with the phases that occur when women do the “thing” they love- Shop! Phase 1 : The “Nah! Not-so-Good” Phase This is the very first phase, which begins right from the first shop they barge into and although carries on till the last shop, it is most active till they cover one-fourth of the market. General Characteristics - One after another clothes/accessories/foot wears are picked up from the shelves and are piled on to the display table, the same sentence is ranted out while looking at each of them