Delhi, Winter & Roadside Tea..

I came out from office at 6.30 pm. went to C.P (Connaught Place) from Gurgoun – spent time at the streets of Connaught Place, having tea at Central Park for hours…came back to saket in metro. Usually when I reach saket at such odd hours like 10 or say 11 p.m. I use to take an auto or cab…today I did not I thought to take a bus, A BUS which girls do not prefer to commute even during the day.

The picture above is the saket bus stand at 10.05 p.m Friday(6-3-15) – the other women  I saw in the street was the tea wali - who was about to close her shop – looking at me the cute lady made a fresh tea and said – “Beta etne der akele bus ka wait mat kiya karo – jaldi ghar jao” – I smiled and said – “fir aapke haath ka etna acha masala tea kese piti”

She too exchanged a smile and nodded…

Walter's House..

A shy person like me who never use to have food with Ma, Deuta and Ba….suddenly started having with 300+ in this magnificent hall – our mess “Miranda house mess” – I was concerned and than the statement ‘only change is permanent’ – turn my thoughts to a different direction…..direction of self-confidence, of sharing, than finally evolving into feminism, individualism, and towards an independent life….

Nights are no scarier to move out alone and have fun with my girls…

I can walk in my pyjamas to everywhere….

.........
I have an Identity!

After a long wait...

After a long wait, I've made my way in...

I knew ....the pain!

The precious time flew like water in vain...

So the one left do not let that go as same!

My intense desire cannot satiate the burning flame

Will you hold by hand to partake the Ephraim

Oh Lord! I was never a scapegoat if I were to refrain

So, why this blame of intense device, and flux of pain!

When I look into your eyes, you leave a trail of fire

Is it like the dawn or a removal of whole attire

With the crack of dawn commences a new day

Which ended my pain as after a long wait, I've made my way...

Cognitive Dissonance

Poverty I get,

Wealth I get,

but...

        the cognitive dissonance of the two in tandem is exhausting.

Friends

For everything men created, he tagged and priced, for the PRICELESS God created friends.

I may be wrong but the wind in the other side of the country is same

As the friendship between us went too deep

With no feather or fling….!

Khuda kya unke hai, hamare nahi….!!!

Aaj jarurat hai jiski wo paas nahi 

Baat karne ko, Shayad ab waqt nahi 

Ab kehne ko kuch nahi hai kyun ke mera dil ab khush nahi 

Khuda kya unke hai, hamare nahi….!!!

An author departs, he does not die!

Well, before coming to the direct topic I would like to go a step backward and share with you “Why I choose to be a part of writing world?”

It was in the year 2006 July, I was coming to Delhi from my hometown, a riot had broken out in Assam because of the debate over the issue of IMDT Act. (Illegal Migrant Determination by Tribunal Act) Wherein I closely got to observe the brutalities inflicted upon the general public in order to cash in political motives. I was greatly troubled and felt turbulent inside by this incident. This was the day when I decided to enter into the writing world to unveil the true nature of the society or give a voice to the unsaid and bring the unseen to the forefront.

My journey into a new world with a vision moved its first step when I joined my journalism classes in the prestigious Delhi University. On the first day, saw the tagline right above the classroom - An author departs, he does not die. - Dinah Maria Mulock.

Nine years from now as I perceive I could succeed with my mission to bring the unseen to the forefront …… “Writing for me is that weapon through which - I believe I can attempt to change the world to a better tomorrow!”

Writing is the communication or medium or we can say the best technique that one should possess and develop in order to feel him/her self as a part of the society and link with the outer world as well!