1st Hindi Sayari

Shikwa kya, kya hongi sikayatein
Sukriya khuda, sab teri neimatein
Zindagi mein na raha aur fariyaad koi
Jab se naseeb hui unki mohabbatein!

Bharat ki nadiyaan

Bharat ki nadiyaan

Kahin dur waadiyon se

Behti hai woh parbat ki rani

Sonkh, chanchal, madmast aadaon se

Bayan karti hai apni kahani

Unch parbat ke kandre se

Girti hai who sukhe zameen par

Bichane charon oor hariyali

Jaye jahan woh karwat badal kar

Kali ghane julfon si uski hiloren

Kabhi uchhalti, kabhi bahe dheere

Jhuk jaye woh jahan dekhe rukawate

Pal bhar baad phir woh beh chale

Mere desh bharat varsh ki

Nas-nas ke jaisi hai naadiyan

Ratna hai woh hindu sanskriti ki

Inhi ke sahare bitihein humari saadiyan

Dhumil ban chuki hai aaj woh

Gambhir ho gayi hai stithi uski

Yeh prashn hai saare samaj se

Ke raksha karega kaun uski?

Myths of Modern Relationships

Myths of Modern Relationships !!!!!

1. Relationships are selfless. - If one goes by the normal relationships statuses that exist around plentifully, then one can be sure that an emotional, financial and sexual barter still very much exist which we cleverly name to be relationships. 
2. Relationships are for forever. - Do I even need to detail it ? Like how much relationships even survive after school/college as the distance grows ? The people in a relationship only crave for physical proximity and financial assistance. If that's love then what you call a newly wedded wife who waits for his husband patiently as he serves his country for years?
3. Relationships means no infidelity. - Hardly any chance that your partner is not cheating on you. If he is too aloof, too silent or too loving, then its alarming !
4. Relationship means equality. - Who is that man who can tolerates his better half to be in a better work position, more earning or highly qualified than him. The answer is none !
5. Relationship means mutual respect. - Not in initial years though, but with course of time in any fight the men don't forget to drag the girl's family into the fight addressing with fowl words and make it uglier !
6. Relationship means forgiveness. - If a man sleeps around with other women and gets caught, he pleads and mostly the wife forgives if does not forget. But if a woman even gets friendly with another man, her husband does not miss to call her a slut at times !
7. Relationship means respecting the differences. - That hardly happens as in the new home, hew set up the girl has to give up her surname, life style forget individuality.
8. Relationship means mutual decisions. - When from a girl's saree, jeweleries to pregnancy is planned by her in laws, whats there is to take decisions upon. Its not that women don't decide things, they do -  like what to cook for today's lunch and when to go out to bring the kids home!
9. Relationships means monogamous orientation. - Men feel bored after few months and looks out for better options to get their hands on and zips down. And if the wife turns fat, wrinkled with grey hairs, God help their urge !
10. Relationships are on consent of partner. -  If so, then why 70% of women are legally raped by their husbands on the forth night itself?

There is much more to this delicate issue but unfortunately I am unable to cover them all.

Its not that I am against relationships. I am very much social and instilled with faith towards beauty of human relationships. As I am a woman, I have highlighted few segments where a woman suffers in relationships. I am sure, men would be having some issues too. My sole reason of writing this is for women to learn to say no to people they don't like to be in a relationship with, be it before marriage or post that. We need to respect ourselves and chose a good person to live with. After all its always told us to be with one who infuses more smiles in life than responsibilities. We should be with that person who is worth all the sacrifices we do !

- Elora

My Life, My Rules!

My Life : My Rules

Why can't I just think of leading my life, my way ?
Is it a crime or a suicidal attempt to live life on your own free will, on own freaking terms?
Am I hurting any one illegitimately in the process? NO!
Am I suppose to be the slave of the Society's irrational precept? Never !
Why the thinking and belief of my close ones are material enough to push my thoughts to one corner and accept whatever they say ? I don't understand !

This is how every free spirited woman think today.
But In my conservative place and with clearly orthodox people around me, I am nowhere left to cherish my solitary life.
I love being alone (by virtue not by choice of course!)
I love dancing wildly to the peppy chart-busters of Hindi movies !
I love singing aloud in wee hours of night when I don't know how to express my happiness or grief !
I wish to paint, click pictures, write my heart out and do what my instinct say !
Am I asking too much?
Why always this constant nagging and cribbing of age, wed-lock and so on and so forth !

Gosh !
I just have one life and loads to do !
Lots of plans and dreams to catch !
When will these people around me understand that their words may down me for a moment but I am way stronger to rise and shine above.

Sincere request to everyone not to poke their nose in my life, else I know very w

ell how to Punch hard !

- Elora

Gratitude

Gratitude

"Gratitude" - A word which carries the impressions of two beautiful words "Great" & "Attitude"

A person bearing a Great-Attitude is always recognized, rewarded and respected for being the way he is.

Every significant person that we see, who are sustaining on the top of their careers and lives for unending time is only because they are kind enough to give back the love that is bestowed upon them with equal enthusiasm.

Once I had come across a quote which I try to incorporate in my life almost always is that - 

"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend."

-Melody Beattie

Hence be grateful with all your heart to the people who loves you, who cares for you in anyway and the ones who thinks you are the center of their world.

Even if it's the vendor at the end of your lane, your housemaid or the stranger that smiled at you in the bus, be grateful to anyone who makes your life, your day, the moment more livable, lovable and better.

Hurting someone is easy, mending the loose strings in relationships is tougher than we assume ! If such a little effort can bring smiles to faces, why not !

Give it a try !


- Elora

A Day without you !

A Day without you !

Dedicated to someone who once meant life to me -

You were just like a breath of fresh air that rushed to my life unexpectedly carrying the fancy world of love, happiness, smiles, craziness, addiction, warmth, pamper, care, importance and many more along.

You showered me with all the love you had and I was walking on the air not knowing how to thank you enough for your stupidity, innocence and unceasing love that was making my life worth living for.

You taught me to trust you, to love you, to be pampered and protected, to be child like even when I was old enough to take decision on my own and for my country. (:P voting rights :P ;) )

Your arms were the safest place when you embraced me, your lips could suck all my sorrow when they touched mine, your gazes had the ultimate power to make me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth and your words had carried the genuine message that I mean something to you, something special.

But now that you are not with me, everything feels like a lie.

Every stare, every word, every hug, every caress of yours, when I remember them,  just feels like a beautifully crafted lie, a hoodwink !

Still you can never understand, whats it like - spending a day without YOU !

The last page of notebook !

The last page of notebook !

Yesterday I had classes of M.Phil and I was carrying a diary, like other students to note the points to be discussed by our professor on queries we have.

We are M. Phil students and matured enough to write in a diary and preserve the advantageous words of the professor which is going to be helpful in research work. But after the class when I was driving back to my place, the whole episode reminded of our school and college days classroom boredom and how the last pages of my rough note books became my life saver for years.

Gone were the days when the classes used to be lengthy which implied to be boring if you are not seated on the first few benches. That does not mean siting on the first bench makes class any better, but you are sharing the seat with nerds and you have to act attentive even when you are yawning and flatly sleepy. Me and my friends to avoid the discouraging gazes and bombardment of randomly picked questions by the class teacher/lecturer, always chose to seat somewhere, the faculty was paying lesser attention to.

Tearing the last page to half, we made chits,wrote funny comments and passed to our other friends seated at a distance. Calculation of love percentage, FLAMES, tic tac toe, the funny sketch of the professor, random designs, phone numbers, work-to-do list and many more things were scribbled in that last page. When somebody said something we needed to note, the last page turns out to be handy.

After reaching home, I searched for my old rough notes for about an hour and finally got hold of one. Excited, I turned to the last page and the memories flashed in a jiffy, making a slide show of the time I lived back. It was my graduation days rough note. The note made me nostalgic and a drop of tear rolled down from my left eye. It was an emotional moment.

I had the few handwritten lines by a friend, who is no more in this mortal world. The copy brought back the memories when he was around, always fighting, nagging and teasing me for being the most independently opinionated woman he ever saw.

Caressing his stupid message written about the pot bellied baldy faculty who was such pain to bear for more than fifteen minutes, but our class was of an hour and fifteen minutes, my lips curved into a smile.

Placing the notebook carefully in my cupboard I thought, how much emotions and memories just a last page of notebook  can carry ?

A maneuver to happy life !

A maneuver to happy life !

Life is a game -

A game of side changing omens !
A game of lost and found fortune !
A game of hide and seeking destiny !
A game of unrivaled survival !
A game of uninterrupted struggle !
A game of battling hardship !
A game of accepting the way it is, its rules, pros and cons !
A game of intellectual metamorphose !
A game of living a moment more !
A game of taking one more breath !

This silly game begins with our birth, few joins as our life time backer and admirer, few leaves us giving us the taste of failure and the lesson of a lifetime.

Few joins as extra players who comes in a flash and leave in the same way. Some stays till we are alive, some stay even after that.

The game never ceases. It just continues in forms, in parts and in fragments.

Life is a bitch. It never steps back to show its dark sides. Its jealous as well as kind. It changes. It adapts forms. It does not let any emotion persist longer than it should be. It just knows how to play its part, the harbinger of change. It is powerful. It challenges time. It paces with the destiny and sometime beat that too.

Life is uncertain, unpredictable, undefinable, unavoidable.
Life lets you run with the control in its hand.
It lets you go waste, do crazy things, be insane, be impulsive, be alone, be cheated, be broken then it also helps you to mend you soul, collect the scattered piece of your heart and stand straight to face the provocation, the challenge thrown, to create another chapter, to add on another history.

Life is so multivariate, multifaceted, so confusing yet so simple, yet so child like, yet so livable.

There is no rules to lead a happy life, everyone has their share of laughter as well as tears. Every human has to drink its own poison. No life is parallel, no life is same. No life is easy as we are part of the game. Loving in the moment is best to taste the essence of life. Just live it as it is your last day !

- Elora

Big Boss or Big Loss or Big Fuss ???

Big Boss or Big Loss or Big Fuss ???

Its the seventh season or session of the so called reality "Show" named BIG BOSS.

Indian adaptation of the famous show "BIG BROTHER" successfully completed its sixth and running the seventh season on Colors with more than 80 controversial participants entering to the show all these years and making their stay ever so memorable in their own way in the Big Boss house, filling the place with just incivility.

I find it ridiculous as the show how ever bagged some good reviews and piece of good criticism at the initial phase of its inception to the electronic media, but failed to keep the good record in the following years due to the insane urge of the makers to commercialize, scandalize and massacre the essence of the show which is you know the celebrities how they are and how human they are !

Yes ! It got good number of viewers, good TRP may be from them whose life are not so happening, so in peace, so insipid. Else who is ready to take the shit of others everyday ! Btw I don't watch Saas-Bahu type daily soaps much, so may be I am programmed that way ! :P (No offense)

I do not understand the basic idea behind locking a pretty considerable number of randomly picked people from different strata of life at a remote place without any means of serious entertainment, away from their social life and expecting them to stay under a roof without any disagreement, which is bound to happen. And the tasks given to them are so bizarre that a fight is bound to pop up. The slang, the temperament, the mindsets, the back biting and the offensive actions are just too detrimental to human psychology.

May be it had good effects, good learning, good practical examples but in order to know that the fire burns and its pains after that, we do not put our hands in fire. A sensible human does not need to learn everything in physicality or practicality.

We have failed in many such cases where publicity of certain impracticable things or the effect of negative practices, lead to more number of similar cases. Be it gang rape, porn or skin show, every obscure things lead to some more obscurity, some more problems, even bigger problems.

So guys its just my opinion on the show. I do not wish to war against the format of the show but all I need to say to them that be sensible in what you showing to the world. At least it should not create any radical change in people's mindset that as our celebrities live this way, we should lose our innocence to dumping yards and follow !

All the Best !

- Elora :)

I feel SORRY!

I feel SORRY !

Its not a story !
Its not exactly even a real life incident.
Its not a nightmare !
Its not also day dream !
Its nothing but reality that pinches me every now and then just to see me wincing in pain !

I live in a city swamped with small food joints and road side stalls.
As a pretty good number of colleges are booming in the small city, such food joints serves as the best mean to grab a quick snack in economic price in day to day affair. Students also find soothe to savor something way better than hostel food, let how tasty it be.

Every evening when the lights fill the darkness of the city links, the rabble swarms in the lanes and by lanes of the place to enjoy hot snacks and munch the warmth to beat the bitterness of winter nights.

I was no different. After office I too preferred to nibble on some hot and spicy food on my way back home almost everyday. Today I was all covered in my newly bought cardigan and also made sure that I am done up from head to toe to beat the cold winter breezes.

I was in mood for some "chaat" today. The saucy and spicy recipe is something that I simply can not ignore. Its just so tempting. It solaces my active taste buds. Its just the best when I want something to warm me up. As I am not much of a soup person, so chaat is something I find easily settling with.

As I ordered for a plate, the vendor shouted, "Chotu, clean the plates. Costumers are waiting. And do it properly". He smiled at me as he finished the line. I returned to my game of candy crush and geared up to complete the level as I had the last life.

Suddenly a sound came that just disturbed the ambiance and the people were looking at some direction. I lost the game and sliding the phone to my purse I looked at the same direction. There I saw reality, struggle and a murder.

A murder of innocence. There I saw chotu, a boy of 7-8 with picking up the plates scattered on the ground he was carrying to the vendor all wet after washing them. As he could not manage the heap of plates piled over his tiny hands, the plates just slipped and dropped on the road. The vendor angrily pulled his ears and he was drawing back in pain. As I stopped the vendor to do so, he let go of Chotu and asked him to do the cleaning again, carefully with a glare.

I could notice the boy was in pain. His body was shaking in fear and grimace. He was sobbing silently. Drinking your tears is not an easy task and that to at such a tender age. He was trembling in cold. His wet vest and half pant were dabbed in water. The cool breezes were not helping either. Somehow in between wiping his tears and listen to the curt words of his boss, he carried the plates to the vendor and then gave the plated food to the costumers.

As he walked up to me with a plateful of chaat, I smiled at him. He smiled in return. I could still trace the tears that died on his skin merely few seconds before. How I wished to naive like him. I thanked him holding the plate in my hand and he said, “You are welcome.” Almost instantly I smiled. I wanted to talk to him. I do not know why. I asked him to sit next to me and he sat. I asked about his family, how he ended up at this place, whether he is studying or not, why he had to work. All he answered was a little more tear that welled up at the corner of his eye and a helpless smile that indicated that he is just not allowed to talk that much with a customer.

He moved back to his work, but I could not do the same with my food. I asked the vendor to pack it as the clog in my throat was getting bigger with time. Handling the vendor the money, I looked at Chotu one more time. He was back to cleaning some more plates. I waved at him and he smiled back. Such a poor kid. I wish I could do something for him, to help him anyway. His forced smile was etching me inside. I could not take it anymore and rushed back home.

Reaching home, I looked at me in mirror who is unable to take a bath or wash her face without geyser, hot water this winter at the age of 24, and here is a kid who is battling and struggling to be paid off for his basic needs half naked, soaked, glared and bashed.

I feel Sorry.

- Elora

Being a Woman

Being a woman...

Certainly being a woman is not easy at all. I am not saying this because I am a woman myself, but when I see through the horizon of life, woman stood to be the one bearing duties and responsibilities till the last moment of her life. In this male chauvinistic society, women are stepped over every possible way !For the beginning, when they touch the earth, the very next moment faces fall seeing them just because they are girls. Some of them are not even fortunate enough to see life outside their mother's womb. They are murdered mercilessly inside the mother because they are female fetus, because they are just burdens to bear. At that point what kind of trauma a mother should be undergoing ? After all she is a woman too.When a girl is born, most often the rituals after the birth are not celebrated in a grand way. In some families the concept of women birthdays are non existent. Women are not that important you see. They are meant to be provided with old stuff of their elder siblings, they are forced to take part in household chores, they are pushed to be responsible, to be understanding from the age when boys just know how to play around with their new cricket bats and tricycles.Now a days men are such sick minded that they are not even stepping back from molesting and harassing young girls. Starting from cousins in family, to neighbors, school and tuition teachers, to strangers a naive girl falls prey to the carnal hunger of those beasts. And all the family knows to beat them and shut their mouth as it will bring a bad name to the family and girl, lest what kind of trauma she bears, what kind of pain she goes through without the support of family at that point.A brothers feels awkward to pillion her sister around as the society would name them differently and throw nasty looks. The girl always has to be a giver for life. She would be half feed as her brothers needs to taken care of in a better way as he would be the one who will look after parents in their old age and the girl is just a medium of financial expenditure in terms of her marriage, dowry and the aftermaths of the in-laws affairs.She remains as a bondage and debt to the parents. Since her birth they only think of saving for her marriage. She is forced to forget the one she ever loved for the sake of her family's reputation, for her parent's ailing health or just because nobody in her family likes him. She has to marry someone who she never intended to know. If the guy is earning good and from a good family, then no need look ahead as if these two conditions are only meant to be met in an alliance.She has to be doing all the works in her in laws place as if she is a permanent maid they got without having to pay ever. At an alien place, when someone needed love and care to adjust, women are loathed with duties, responsibilities and what not. They are prompted to produced babies as if they do it since birth, as if its a child's play. Nobody understands the mental state to be thrust into some additional responsibilities for a life time.They surrender. They go through a change of a life time to meet the demands of their in-laws. After babies the husband loses interest and moves out for better options in most cases if not all. She often bears the abuses and pummels of her in-laws but she has to patient and tolerate every nonsense as its said that women are epitome of forbearance.Children grow up and need a mother all the time. Let her be working or a house wife its her duty to look after them, their studies, their health and every little thing related to them. She would seamlessly keep working till her last breath without mouthing a complaint against anyone. Be it husbands leaving them for other women, In-laws try to harm, hurt or even killing them, Children abandoning them at their old age or want them to baby sit their child when they would be out partying. Many more of such instances occur about which we read or see, still women are always smiling behind the tears, laughing behind the fears and held responsible for everything.This is how life is ....Salute all the women whose sacrifices help our life nourish a bit more .....I never wish to be like one of them...Its such a monotonous life when one has to only give !!!

Daily Soaps aka TV serials

Daily Soaps - Give me a break !

It would seem to everyone that I am on the "Hating the Television" mode, but its not like that.
I am genuinely concerned about the regressive shows that we all watch everyday. I mean what are we feeding our minds everyday is not something worth the time we spend before the idiot box. These shows are nothing but exaggerated version of our daily life issues which should not be stretched but sorted asap.
We all are human, bound by relationships. But what we see on TV is more hate than love, more irrationality than what we see in real life. Just to spice up the fiction, no serial is left with normalcy that we expect out of life.

My problem is in 99% daily soaps there is no story. I don't know what the writers do to them. They just start with a concept that max to max goes on screen for a month then the regular, repetitive stuff happens.
One woman marries many, the past love becomes the vamp, the male protagonist will always have women swooning over him, the saas would be the toned down version of hitler and sasural would have many women dipped in make up, jewellary and designer sarees coiling their hair always with fingers, cursing people at heart, plotting against the innocent lead girl with leaky eyes.

I wonder who is such a person in real life? Who goes to sleep with make up on face? Who gets up with perfect hair? Is there a girl who worships almighty, then her in laws, then her husband all day? Should there be a girl who tolerates everything yet do her duties without saying word? Don't these serials promote male chauvinism in the name of ideal wife, ideal bahu, ideal mother, ideal woman as a whole? Aren't these shows making people believe that there exist an ideal woman, somewhere out there but sadly your daughter in law in not that woman? They show woman is not human but deities who may be are cursed so on earth and to redeem their old life, they have to cry and cry till the glycerin runs out of wholesale market stock!

All in all, these shows are ridiculous.
We need quality entertainment not recycled garbage!

Tell me what you think!

Life Unplugged

Life Unplugged - A hearty CONFESSION !

Now a days a trend of confession is setting in through the FB pages and I kind of like the idea when FB can actually play the role of the God father and without any revelation of identity, the person gets to know the view of the mass ( form of GOD ) regarding what they think and opine about the sin.

A little confession I too have to make - The list is long not a little one still it can be treated as small gesture of admitting the mistakes I had done -

1. I did not do anything to save my Mom from death. I was such a fool to believe miracles happen and someday a magic will spread its spell and my mom will be fine as before. But certainly it didn't and Mom went somewhere unknown. I wish to go back in time and spend some time with her the way my dad and brother did. I feel guilty of not being with her when she needed me as I never knew this could be dreadful incident which will last forever !
2. I don't support my Dad the way I should. When I should be more involved with the household chores and homely stuff, I spent my days lazily in pretense of tiredness of office work. I am a horrible daughter to count. At the age of sixty, when he does all the work without uttering a single word and with a smile on his face, it stirs me up inside thinking how he landed with a child like me? But all this feelings fades away when I am busy with nonsensical stuff !
3. I was never an up to the mark sibling. When I should be more giving, more loving towards my younger brother, all I know how to snatch his share (In food) and thrust all my tension upon him. He is such a darling to help me always but I should not be doing that almost every time. But yes, I do. 
4. I have never made great friends. I have very unpleasant mood swing disorder. I hate interacting much. I hate regular socializing. I love virtual word and invisible attention. Its not that I don't have friends but I don't think I can ever help them the way they do.
5. I loved someone who hardly knew what love is. And I loved him more than my self respect, my family and my life. In course of loving him, I changed myself, my thought process, my ambitions and sacrificed my dreams to fit into his life. But destiny played its trick and I turned out to be the victim of a foul play.
6. I failed at crucial stages of my career where people generally works harder and leaps ahead in life. I acted immaturely and red inked my career graph.
7. I gave up my creative skills in the chaos of life to grab an opportunity which can support me financially, whether I like it or not. I landed up in such a place where glass ceilings are all I could found and breathing is almost impossible.
8. I took up some adventurous activities to pacify my fluttering heart and myriads of negativity brooding inside. But I had never became the number one. It disheartened me to among a few not the shining one out.

Still I am in love with this life, its surprises and lessons. I will continue to do show and this year perhaps I will bring a change to myself so that a better person can see the lights of the day after.

- Elora
Unfolding Emotions !

SRT - The God of Cricket

Sachin Tendulkar - The GOD of Cricket

As the 24 years of an era, which defined Cricket that it is not only a game but a religion, a national pride, a bond that unites the whole country in one string, is over today.

Yes, I am talking about the Bharat Ratna - Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar

The man, from whom the players of all over the world get inspired of, whom the people of India treat as the God of Cricket, who has actually has temples where he is worshiped till today.

I could remember when I was a kid of 7-8, watching Cricket was my utmost passion. I would scream out when Sachin walks to the ground to bat. I would jump off my seat when he hits four or sixes. When he would be out, I was disheartened thinking that India is going to lose, as if the other players have no talent to win a game. When he would still be in pavilion and India would be having a poor run chase, I calmed myself saying Sachin is yet to come.

Be it test, one day or T20, he mastered all. That's why he is called the Master Blaster. With the little knowledge I had about Cricket, with my Dad and Bro at the time of match, all I knew is how to cheer for Sachin.

He is a living legend. The amount of gratitude, gentleness and down to earth-ness he has, is commendable. We studied about him in our course books. Isn't that just an outstanding achievement at the age of 30?

We love him because he never commercialized him as a person. He never endorsed Alcohol or any other obscure things that will put a wrong image of him. Because he knew people loved him to death and any wrong publicity could effect his fans and they would start practicing the same things in common.

Sachin broke every past record set in Cricket and is one of the finest player in the history of Cricket. Till the day Cricket will exist, So will be Sachin !

No more words to say as I can write a book about him in detail, if I get a chance. Its my small little way to say that-

No matter what, You will be Cricket for me till I am alive.

Long live the God of Cricket

- Ardent Fan

Philophobia

Philophobia

As per wikipedia -

Philophobia is defined as the abnormal, persistent and unwarranted fear of falling in love. This affects the quality of life and pushes a person away from commitment. It is most common in females compared to males since they are told not to pursue love and that people who pursue them will always be bad, no matter what, but instead are set up for arranged marriage and/or forced marriage by the family and/or community who says that the partner and spouse of one's choice isn't good enough for them and that they should marry who they choose for them since they are typically pressured to have good relationships and marriages. It also triggers various symptoms that may incorporate sweating, irregular heartbeat, shortness of breath, feelings of dread, nausea and feeling of restlessness. The worst aspect of fear of being in love and falling in love is that it keeps a person in solitude. It can also evolve out of religious and cultural beliefs that prohibit love.

If not extremely affected by the disease and displaying its severe syndromes, but yes I am philophobic and over-judgmental of people whom I want in my life. Why can't people (Read: Relatives, family and friends precisely) understand that every person has an unique and different perspective towards emotions such as love. The childhood, the past relationships and parental relationships as well affect a person the way he/she sees his prospective partner and also since a very small age we have subconsciously bullet-ed points of preferences. Hence when I think of marrying someone, I don't fear commitment or responsibilities as much as I get anxious about the person. If the person would not be same as I thought or perceived, if he would fall under the category of people whose presence I have never entertained in my life and chose to stay away of their shadows even, then what I would do? How can someone judge a person from several meets? How can small conversations be the pathway to a successful marriage? At the age of 25, I am still not able to get used to the fact that marriage is eventual and for me its around the corner. For me falling in love can not ever be a gradual. I can't fall in love with someone eventually after sharing the same room, same bed, same wardrobe or same washroom. That's called staying together not living together. May be I am wired differently in my head or something that welcoming a stranger in my life sound scary more than crazy for me. I am not against arranged marriage or a full-fledged supporter of love marriage. Either way, its about the person you are going to live with and I am apprehensive of the fact that if I will ever be able to love someone with flaws that I can not accept!

Compromising can never be a life long process. If yes, then either you are too accepting of fate or you are too submissive to raise a voice. I am part of neither of the groups. I can not ever live a pretentious life. So, yes I wish to live a life where unwanted tensions are not welcomed. I want peace. I need love. And I pray to be with someone who loves what I love and hates what I hate. As cliche as it may sound, but yes, I am looking for a soul-mate.

God bless me with my crazy wish.
Universe, are you listening to me?

you, me & us!

You, me and us !

For you sweetheart -

" In the avenue of autumn leaves and fresh air, my journey would have been lot better if you were there ! 

Just as I take steps ahead, the memories we shared play in my head ! 

The warmth of your embrace, cocooned me till I lose the trace, your caressing hands and protective arms were the safest place.

All is you I miss today, How do I live if you stay away !! "


- Elora
I miss you !

Epiphany of My Life!

Epiphany of my life

Believe it or not, my life was perfect.
Two dotting parents, one very affable younger sibling and a human-friendly atmosphere to live in. I was in the place close to heaven.

I got what I wished for, needed or wanted. I was wanted. I was pampered. More than anything I was not exposed to anything that distresses humans.

Though people crave for a metro-city living with perks of having malls, high end stores, extravagant food joints at a spitting distance, I was very satisfied living in the two-bedroom rented apartment in my small town. It was so peaceful to be away of unnecessary stuff that clutter your mind for no reason. I believe in living simple.

Life was simple. Get up - Do your chores - Pray - Eat - To school - Back from school - fresh - eat - play - pray - read - watch tv - dinner - sleep was my routine till I was 14. I was happy. I was in the top lot at school. Loved by all.

But the perfect never lasts a life time.
With passing of the mother, life took a sharp turn and almost prod me to be a more mature person than I was mentally.

That was my moment of epiphany when I had suddenly been exposed to the fact that I was all alone to live with my miseries.
No parent can be your shield all the time. No siblings can be a part of your agonies. No friends can bring you comfort every time you feel lost.

Complexities jumped over me as if I was the easiest, most vulnerable pray.
Unwanted things started to barge in.
Unimportant stuff began to make their presence felt.
Unbearable instances initiated themselves in my life.

Then I heard someone close say to me - "Life is not what we want but what is given. Life is not what we expect but get. No point in life is a end but a bend in the road. All you got to do is keep moving on - AHEAD"

And I smiled again. Embracing the fact that no one has the control over life. Hence why be sad for a thing that's out of our capacity? Rather jump into the chaos and see where it takes us!

Life is beautiful, just like a rose garden. Some perish, some blooms and spread fragrances. Its cycle. Its meant to happen. Just go with the flow and learn to live fullest. That's 'Epiphany of my life'.

Live-in Relationship

"Live-in Relationship" - A today's concept

Just came across an article in which a girl who was in a "Live-in relationship" for almost 7 years with a batch mate of hers, attempted suicide jumping from 4 storey building when the guy left her for reason unknown saying that the relationship has ended (Fiction). It's not the very first time that people attempt such kind of stunt when their beloved ones ditch them. But still the question is why we are turning "Commitment Phobic"? How one can throw someone away so easily like trash after spending a substantial amount time with the other, under the same roof, sharing the same stuff just because they are not bound by a piece of paper authorized by law? Are we really taking YOLO (You Only Live Once) too seriously to be intimate with as many people as possible for carnal pleasure and hunger to be satiated in the short span of human life? Are we slowly again turning into animals, again? Think.

We are humans, the best form developed in the living organisms. We have a brain to think, a heart to feel and a disciplined life instilled with values, beliefs that set us different from the rest. We follow a pattern to grow. We need a social life to exist. We want people to want us, love us and to be attached to us in any form of relationship that feels right. We don't mate with one and all. We are expected to be monogamous, being loyal to one partner but what we do? We lie, cheat and act normal as if it makes no impact on the lives that are involved with us. If not all, but many people ( male and female) are indulged in such processes without a slightest amount of guilt.

We are Indians. We have a life different than that of the people in west. We are raised in a different culture that is more conservative and orthodox.
Though with change of time, we are turning global but does that mean we should be aping whatever the people in the land faraway are doing for the sake of seeming modern, urban and cool ! Then why in the first place we have a culture? Why we follow certain rituals? why we have festivals of different kinds? Why we practice certain beliefs that holds good for everyone? We are land of ethics. We believe in respect. We think no human species is a commodity to be used or disfigured for the sake of pleasure. Our holy book, sacred hymns teach us to be like the kinds of RAM, the maryada purusottam. The one woman man. Or to be the kinds of SATI, who fought with Death Lord Yama, for her husband's life.

But the irony is... We are not those people anymore.

Why Indian Culture is too hollow to allow any other culture to affect and ruin it?
Are we really so dissatisfied with the way we are brought up or living or marrying?
Do we really want to come from homes of broken marriages or give our children the taste of it?
Will we be capable to see our parents being involved with people outside their marriage, sexually?
Is it okay to see your parents to be parents of other kids who has different set of parents (one parent who is not yours)?

If the answer is no, then why Live in relationship? Why not marriage? Why no commitment? why an open relationship? Why can't we just stay faithful to one?
I can't find any logic here.

Reality Shows!

Reality Shows - Are they REAL ?

For a decade, we are witnessing this new form of entertainment called "Reality shows".

The people who are unaware of what a reality show is, can google it or if I can briefly put it, It's an episodic telecast on a theme with a prize money involved that would be handed to the one winner chosen from the number of candidates who are real people, not any fictional characters.

So, this concept from the west hit the east and many reality shows having concept of relationship, survival, dating, road trip, dance, singing and many other started to telecast on various channels making the TRPs going up and how! Reality shows still create a great craze among people with their regular and periodic arrivals picking up seasons.

Though at first, these shows had audience attention, but after a while, things started to degrade in terms of standard and quality. People still watch them that to in a very large number but intellectual audience simply made their exit from them way back. The shows that established themselves as brands has now begun to introduce ridiculous concepts each new season making the low IQ audience go gaga over the show but pissing off people like me to a notch higher.

Reality shows today involve daily shop melodramas, slangs, unnecessary fights, violence, abuses, derogatory remarks and plain nonsense jabbers that simply irritates an audience who is looking for content. Though I am not any saint like human who believes all these above stuff are affecting the society especially teenagers in an awful way, which is to a large extent true because the kids these days have a different opinion all together about being cool but my point is different which says whatever comes organically, that must be shown whether people like it or not because that's what the candidates are in real but plotting scripts and planning screen plays for the participants and expect them to deliver real performances are anyways caught by us.

For the sake of money spinning returns, now television has opened its doors to reality shows more than any other programs because such shows have popular faces as judges, anchors who can make you laugh hysterically, participants having a troubled backstory, a talent show with a small span of one to three months, a dose of emotions involving pertinent yet complex issues of the particulars and every other nitty-gritties that makes it an entertainer for whole large set of audience. Reality shows are doing remarkably well in India specifically for tapping the roots of us, emotions. From shows like Roadies, Splits Villa, Big boss, Indian Idol, India's got talent, Nach Baliye, Jhalak Dikhla Jaa and many other, we derived nothing but masala entertainment, the ugly sides of people (Read - Television Personas) and the over dramatic judges and their stands and differences with the co-judges.

My question is -

Are we really this dumb not to be able to see how stupid these shows are?
Do you really need to know how nasty celebrities are in real whom we idolize?
Does my kid has/need to learn and know the whole "Slangs stuff" by the age of 10?
Why the small little things need to be spiced up well when presented in a reality show ?
Is it really something that enriches us, as its getting regular telecast and a large viewership?

I am not against REALITY shows as they give platforms to commoners to showcase their talent, but they should be more REAL than what they show.

What you all think???

Birthday

Birthday

Once in a year
it comes knocking
bringing in wishes
pouring in gifts
filling my heart
with much needed relief
that I am still wanted
it makes me believe.

This year too
it came on its time
when the clock hit 12
all sang in rhyme
blowing the candles out
I wished for a year
with smiles all around
without any fear.
  
Birthdays are special
to make one feel good
about how blessed they are
by people they connect to
thank you so much everyone
for making efforts so that I smile
will cherish every single wish and blessing
for yet another year till the next time.

- Elora