Journey going ALRIGHT

A cute small boy playing everywhere he can, loved by one and all, cheeks pinched and kissed very often, asking smart questions to know the logic behind his curiosity and fast forward to 24 years, cheeks have now squeezed with two or three eruptions on them filled with active lava ready to explode anytime, eyes circled by black rings, asking questions to himself, logic has now been lost to teenage insecurities, unaware of the destination this cute little boy has now grown up to be a complete mess. This all has led him to ask a question what the hell is going on?

Everywhere you go, you can see someone judging you. It all starts either with your parents or relatives and then every other logical/illogical human being. Animals?? if only they could talk, they would have there judgements too. Why do we have to run ourselves based on what others think about us?

Insecurities everywhere. Be it related to life, money, marriage, love, office, u name it and he has it. There were times when a 5 Rs note was enough to make him all cheerful. This happiness is now absent even when thousands are credited in his account each month. if only, there comes a day when his needs are so small that a 5 Rs note is valid again. But this great world wont let that happen. Why? because if you are not dreaming BIG, you are a failure. There needs to be a high standard of living DUDE !!

and this brings me into a perfect time to listen to Manna Dey’s “Zindagi kaisi h paheli haaye, kabhi toh hasaaye kabhi ye rulaaye



What is wrong in the world? What’s right in it? We can never know. Dwelling between right and wrong has always been one of the most interesting puzzle of humankind.

Most of us goes by the book. We are being already told a definition and all we do is quote that definition into our lives, for some questioning the quotes of this book is how everything goes, some redefines the chores according to their wishes and rest are confused with whether to go by the rules or question them!

In midst of all this comes moments, moments of care, moments of happiness, moments of sadness, moments of achievement, moments of anger, moments of pride.  Moments when you feel like losing everything, moments you feel like achieving everything. Just like after every time of dawn there is a time of dusk. After every moment comes another with different character.

How we spend our moments, how we take them is what defines our life, our character. Every moment is connected. Every moment has its own repercussions that it brings with itself. Some say our life is scripted by a mighty force and we are mere ACTORS playing our roles. But how can all our moments be this much well encrypted? How can someone be decided by fate to be a billionaire and other to be a beggar, one be a Gandhi and other be a rapist, one be a saint and other a druggist? How can that force write a script that this person will commit suicide and if yes why he came into existence if suicide was destined?

We are more of a PLAYER, not an actor. Player who plays and scores everything according to his own wish and will. We decide our own moments, our own roles and these moments are the harbingers of our life. Living in the moment whether by following the book, counteracting it or briefing it is how our life comes into existence.

India’s Daughter, India’s RAPIST

Hey, did u read today’s newspaper? Asks a 17-year old inmate to the convicted juvenile.

Yes, I did, juvenile replies.

You are all over the news again, says inmate smiling.

Yes, I know, juvenile says whiningly.

By the way it’s been months, you haven’t told me hitherto what actually happened that all your partners in crime have been sentenced to death that too just for a rape. I mean rape are so common in our country along with the murders. You know, one girl was burned alive after being gang raped recently in Uttar Pradesh and it’s not like rape rarely happens. In India, a rape happens every 20 minute and you know something interesting, Number of rapes in America are far more than in India, says the inmate.

What?? Seriously!! In America, rape happens more often than in India, Juvenile asks surprisingly.

Yes, my friend, it’s true, says the inmate.

So, what’s your story my friend? Asks the inmate this time more firmly. And juvenile too after months of silence wanted to share his heroics with someone. OK, but promise me that you won’t tell anyone else until I’m out of this prison, says the juvenile.

Sure, inmate nods in agreement.

Actually what happened is my friends brought a new porn movie DVD along with a bottle of Desi Daaru (alcohol). We all drank a lot that night and finally decided to head towards GB road in New Delhi. GB road has the largest brothel of New Delhi so we decided to have some fun, says the juvenile.

Yes, I know GB road. Even I have been there many times. It was my second home until I ended up in jail, says the inmate and both starts laughing.

Well, now continue, says inmate again.

Yeah, so we headed towards GB road in our bus of which my friend was a driver.

Oh! The one who committed suicide? Asks inmate interrupting.

Yes, juvenile nods in affirmation

And then it all happened as you have read in the newspapers, juvenile says in continuation.

But, there was also written in newspapers that u inserted an iron rod inside her vagina, says the inmate.

No, it wasn’t a rod. It was actually my hand that I inserted inside her vagina out of curiosity and took out something white and soft from it. I think it was her intestine that I pulled, juvenile says casually.

And what did u do of it? Asks inmate astonishingly.

I actually got frightened seeing what I pulled from her vagina. So, after that we threw both of them nude out of the bus. I threw that thing which I pulled on the road after covering it in a cloth, Says the Juvenile heavily.

Oh! And then u all were arrested by police one after another, says the inmate.

Yeah, I never thought that they will be able to catch us. Nor did I thought that we might get a punishment so severe for our act, after all it was not this big a crime that we did. You know problem is in the system, there is no equality, says the juvenile showing his displeasure over the judiciary.

But shouldn’t u thank this inequality, It is because of this inequality that all your mates will be hanged till death but you will be living freely after eight more months, that too when you were the one who inserted your hand inside her vagina and are as much responsible for her death as are others or even more than them, says the inmate.

Yeah, I agree with what you are saying but it was all that girl’s fault. When being raped, she shouldn’t fight back. If she would have just allowed the rape silently, she would have been alive today. But she confronted dreaming as if she can match the power of a male, Juvenile giggles.

Yes, u are right. It was all her fault. You know even some politicians supported your act. One former chief minister rightly said that, ‘we are boys, we are bound to make some mistakes’, Says the inmate confidently

Yes, exactly, that’s what I want to say. It was not at all my fault and then too I am facing a severe punishment of 3 years in prison, says juvenile sadly.

Oh! Come on buddy cheer up. It’s just a matter of some months now and then u will be free, says the inmate.

Oh yes! Just waiting for that day, says the juvenile.

So, what are your plans after going out of the prison, asks inmate.

I will go to Mumbai and try my luck in acting. You know, there are many people who will want to make a story on my life and if they can cast a porn star in their movie then why can’t me? After all I am the RAPIST of India, says juvenile laughing heavily.

Yes, you are, says the inmate smiling and wishing his best wishes.

By the way why are you here in this prison? Asks the juvenile.

Oh, I am here for a year because of a murder that I did and will be out in some months, says the inmate and left.

Little did i Know

Today I was very happy, it was last day of our school and from tomorrow winter vacations were on their way. All my friends had a selfie session, I clicked a selfie of my own, uploaded it on Facebook and within seconds likes, and comments, complimenting me started flooding 🙂 . We all gossiped, I told them about a guy who proposed me some days back again and I declined to which all of them started chiding me. We all shared a good laugh. Sonali bragging how her boyfriend surprised her by sending a heart full of chocolates on her birthday, Prachi sobbing for her recent breakup, Ayesha exaggerating her dream to become a teacher and Sarika of her crush on our new biology teacher.

Finally the last bell rung and I started running like a tiger, not because their population has increased (of course) but because my mom and I have to go shopping today to bring new clothes for me. My brother is getting married coming week and how can I not look like a princess on his marriage, wait of 6 months was finally coming to an end. We all cousins have planned to do a lot of hubbub on his wedding. But little did I know of what was coming and how it will change my life.

As usual this guy who proposed me was standing with some of his friends outside our school door. I just took a glimpse of him and hurried my walk. On my way I was missing Mansi, my partner in crime a lot. We both are buddies, best buddies, neighbors and childhood friends. It’s been a week and this journey of 15 minutes from my school to home feels like an hour without our blabs. Plus to handle cheap comments and vulgar eyes of these roadside Romeos without her was really tough. But little did I know that these same eyes which are staring me to their level best will get frightened, next time they will watch me.

Five minutes were gone with just ten more to go to reach my home. With each step excitement and shopping plans were babbling in my head. And as just some more minutes passed a bike overtook me with 2 boys sitting on it, both of them masked. It was like as if they are going to rob someone. But instead of a gun or a knife as I have seen in movies their hands were having a bottle, a bottle with its cover open. I stepped back but till then a white liquid was all over my face and hands which came to my rescue in reflex.

Within seconds my mind went from all busy to dumb, not knowing what just happened or what is happening. It was a cooling sensation at first as if someone has poured mint on my body but soon from being cool, burning sensation started. People gathered but I was unable to ask for anyone’s help, Other than screaming it was tough to utter a word. Skin which was few minutes before glowing was now melting as if I have been put alive on a funeral pyre. It was dripping off like the wax of a candle which someone has just lit. People who encircled me were both amazed and shocked, some called police, some started whispering how it all happened and those who were present on the spot became their story tellers. Passersby were taking their way as soon as they were getting a glimpse. It was as if I was on an exhibition in a showroom, everyone looking, staring but no one took the onus of buying and in my case taking me to a hospital.

‘But little did I know, from being a girl whose beauty once everyone adored has now been converted into a new person seeing whom everyone gets terrified’, and soon I closed my eyes.

Sahil Varshney

Is there any end!!



As soon as I read that, “12 farmers commit suicide in Vidharbha(Maharashtra) during last 72 hours”. I switched on my television and readily started swapping news channels but to my dismay none of the news channel was interested in showing this news. After all they have more TRP drama to focus on. Bangalore blast has just took place, current furor over Bollywood film ‘PK’ is well known and also many extremist ideologies are in full roll. By the way who wants to see troubles of farmers? Come on, farmer’s suicides are so common now a days, why to waste our time over such rhetoric. Isn’t it?

So let’s get you know of some facts which I researched over internet and might expose your eyes towards the nudity of poverty with which these assiduous and deprived souls are suffering. And ironically these people don’t even have a transistor to cover this nudity like their contemporary ‘lagaan’ idol. 988 farmers in cotton producing Vidharbha region alone have committed suicide in 2014. 11,744 overall in 2013 and 11.2% of all suicides are done by farmers in India. After reading all these figures I was just wondering what’s going wrong with Indian farmers.

One of the 12 farmers, late Shrikrishna Kalamb who committed suicide was a poet and writes in one of his poem, “we are calves, dumb hungry calves. We tend to the cows, thieves walk away with milk and cream. We sweat and sweat on fields. We cultivate pearls, but our children remain hungry”.

Our pm is inviting people all around the globe to come and make in India but what about the people who are already making in India. Can’t we give them all what they need? They are the people who feeds us, clothes us, saves us from undernourishment and run Indian economy. Still, the conditions are so worst for them that these people have to commit suicide or live a life full of misery. An airline can run in India smoothly even after having crores of debt but a farmer who shed his blood can’t even get lakhs to live his life smoothly. For this many can say that there are loan waiver programs for them. But I think there is no point trusting them after RBI Governor recently raised questions over these programs and their genuineness. There are many schemes going on but none of them seems to work as much as they should.

Also, not even ‘we’ the people of this republic seems to be concerned about these problems. We simply are not interested in any of their sufferings. I haven’t seen any protest for our farmer’s suicide nor there a concern over these suicides. It seems like we are waiting for some more numbers because we don’t like to act until we are on the edge. But how more?  If these thousands seems to be too less, then what about lakhs who are still trapped in vicious cycle of poverty and are merely living their life.

But what to do, we are more interested in religious wars and cinematic stuff going on than in sufferings of our farmers. But what about the war that our farmers are fighting? Can there be a Nirbhaya like renaissance in our hearts for farmers? Will this vicious trap ever break? Is there be any end to it?

Well questions seems to be many but answers none.

When will my Santa come??

It was another common day. I was shivering with cold but I had to go. I looked at the sky but sun was angry and fog frowning. I picked my tools and headed for my destiny.

While going there were many fat people wearing red dress, all encircled by children accompanied by their parents or may be their well-wishers. This scene amazed me and I stopped. I was getting late for my work but I stopped. All of them were asking him what they want and this red person was fulfilling their wishes. Some were getting toys, other chocolates or toffees. Many others who were watching him were shouting Santa-Santa.

I too wanted to go to that red magician but I was afraid to. Because I was not well dressed like others surrounding him. But I wanted to fulfil my wishes as well. Time was passing and so was he. I was shy but finally I tried. I went to him and said my wish in his ear. He smiled and gave me a toffee and said ho-ho-ho…

But I did not ask for that. I did not ask for any toffee. I did not ask for any ho-ho-ho. Why did he do that? Why did he not give me what I asked from him? If he can fulfill everyone else’s demands, can’t he fulfill mine? Was he really unable to fulfill my wishes or he just ignored me!!! And if he was unable, is there no magician who can fulfill my dream?

For all that I asked was to give me a life like every other kid whose wishes he was fulfilling. I want to go to school. I want to learn. I want to look decent. I want to read books. I want to play, I want to be a doctor, I want to be an engineer, I want to be like TENDULKAR, I want to be next MADHURI, I want to be like KALAM.

Was it wrong to ask him for this? Are my wishes too unrealistic? And if they are… why my friends are getting it but I am not. If they can read books, why can’t I? If this red magician can fulfill their dreams why can’t he fulfill mine??

Is there no Santa who can fulfill my wishes and if there is…

When will my Santa come??

But I think there is no Santa for me. No one can help me because unlike you I have many destinies. I have many works. I am a bread earner for my family. I reflect child laborers of my society.


Just when i almost quit everything..

I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality…
I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with god
“God”, I asked, “Can you give me one good reason not to quit?”. His answer surprised me…
“Look around”, He said.
“Do you see the fern and the bamboo ?
“Yes”, I replied.
“When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light.I gave them water.The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor.Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said. “In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit.” He said. “Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant…But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.”

He asked me. “Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots”. “I would not quit on the bamboo.I will never quit on you.” “Don’t compare yourself to others.” He said.”The bamboo had a different Purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.””Your time will come”, God said to me. “You will rise high”.
“How high should I rise?” I asked. “How high will the bamboo rise?” He asked in return. “As high as it can?” I questioned.”Yes.” He said, “Give Me glory by rising as high as you can.” I left the forest and brought back this story.I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.Never, Never, Never, Give up. Don’t tell the Lord how big the problem is, tell the problem how Great the Lord is!

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