Sunday, March 28, 2010


Hi guys ....we the students of Delhi have decided to reform the ways of our society .you will think we are mad but some of us have to come forward. Yesterday I and some of my creative friends went to Hazrat Nizamuddin and every where we looked around there where cheap romantic display spread on all walls of our favorite Indian heritage.”Vinod I love you", or "asha I’ll die without you” or Ritu and prakash forever and forever ", we all were disgusted and the irony was that in our country Renaissance never took a magical start or even ending. Renaissance was started in Italy and took the world on the glorifying and extraordinary heights but our country never understood how important our history is, we do not lack the poise or the creativity it’s just that we never understood the relativity of valuable past and present. How much time does it take to accomplish small things? ,there are wonders you can do with the power of unity .Hold a meet ,get this idea to your own student faculty and the arts department .Carry spray paints and the brushes and give 1 hour everyday to renovate everything which is around you .We cannot stop public from peeing everywhere but definitely we can start with all the educated lots to understand the concept of public loos and toilets .Do not use your pee power to create artifacts but do try to make people understand that’s these things are not cool and do not make us uplifting human beings .It may be funny at first but if you really want a change then you will have to start taking it seriously .It may be a news to you but if you see the poles of metro stations, all the young kids of 6 or 7 age have put paintings on wall ,if you ever have time please do notice .I am not saying to damage metro station but I am asking to clean places which are virtually damaged .take a look at this video and if you really love the country who made you what you are today then my words will work like magic .Remember it not only army who can protect our country, Its us who can step forward to achieve the impossible and protect all that is only left .chao

Sunday, March 7, 2010


We the people of India think we are most smartest creators of the universe and maybe that’s why it is so hard for us to understand the meaning of success .Yesterday while was on a chat which I absolutely disgust I happen to had a chance to talk to a old friend who wanted to know what’s going on In my life?, and so in a good deed I told him that I have started writing on which he pulled a sarcastic comment saying that I was academically brilliant and also added that he was not .Before I could even understand his rude comment I took it in a sweetest way and said thank you ,I know he must had a great laugh on it but what to do the trigger was pulled .So our conversation started and he pointed me with the fact that he didn’t like writers who don’t write for purpose ,adding on to it he also told me that he finded salaam Rushdie and Dan brown a good writer ,somehow I took it seriously and thought to myself that why people who don’t know what it takes to write 5000 words article has a power to condemn somebody of their knowledge .How can anybody give criticism on something they haven’t done .

Not that I am upset that it happened with me but I have had more issues .I m a girlfriend of a most brilliant army officer and he is the most generous and simple man I have come across, maybe you can say he is my idol .He taught me the value of small things in life ,he found what was good in me .Most of the times when I go out I meet people who tell me that fauji’s are unclear they don’t have mind just the body ,they like bloodshed, they are judgmental ,they don’t have heart .I was once asked by a dear friend “hope your man is not arrogant ,you know these fauji’s are terror ,they kill innocent people and don’t care about families …blah blah blah and so on, after 10 minutes I didn’t knew what came over me ,see the point is I am not good with speech I stumble with words but I have great acknowledgement of vocabulary when I jot down my thoughts on paper.

So when I started it came in most exclusive manner “listen sweetie, you stand here because my man and many others choose to give there younger years to sweat, rolling and difficult life, so that we can sleep safely in our beds .When you cleared your boards he was filling a form for NDA ,when you got the key for your car by your dad in honor of scoring 65%,he was sitting in a sad office for his SSB ,a young boy who was frightened but passionate to get into the force ,when you were sitting in cafĂ© house sipping coffee and eating sandwiches ,he was exhausted by the 10 km run and was eating biscuits because he was late for his dinner .

when your father was paying your donation for joining medical college ,he was sending money to his dad .when you were having candle light dinner with your second boyfriend ,he was sleeping with a picture of his girl wishing he could just hear her voice .When you were clubbing and having pinacolada listening to a rock song with your friends ,his place was under heavy bombardment , when you were sitting with popcorn in your hand watching another disgusting war movie and commenting on the peaceful earth ,he was sitting in the rain tired ,hungry ,with his rifle wondering will he see his mom again .

You see a young woman in white saree looking terrible and you make joke to your friends on how ugly she looks, c’mon guys she should be happy to get medal from the President, at least she should have wore something nice she is on television, and why is she is overreacting, isn’t why is husband joined army?, yeah he joined to save his country. Have you ever wondered how does it feel to wait for your man only to see him wrapped in a flag followed by men in uniform, he was suppose to come back for holidays but he choose to never come at all .She doesn’t want medal ,she just wants her husband back.

And about not caring for his woman ,well then how come he remembers every lock in my curls ,he knows about every scar in my body ,he walks in heavy rain and snowfall just to give me a call ,he buys a bike and put my name on the papers. He hides me when he see someone giving me dirty looks .He carries me in front of 100 men without shame when I have broken my sandals. He lets me wipe my nose when I have extensive cold without getting worried that he will ruin his new shirt. He stands outside waiting till I don’t come out of job interview with my heart broken .He kiss me and loves looking at me while I am asleep. He lets me win when he know that it will bring me happiness .He thinks I am beautiful when I have messy hairs and dirty cloths .He sends me a message when I least expect it , telling me how much he loves me .

After that I never heard from her, I was called snobbish and the news around was that I was ill-mannered, proud and dumb. This is the first time I am writing this article for purpose, to all those who thinks that army is all about money and fancy parties. It is not ,it is a family where we take care of each other in unit .Its about wives gossiping with each other, running to the senior lady for help when these husbands are not around .It is about running without slippers to the co-officers wife informing about his husband well being when the lines are cut off .Its about getting late up in night when there is a knock on the door and you see another lady holding two cups of coffee ,wanting to talk and you love it because it comforts to find out that you are not alone .Its about calling other to tie a saree for ladies meet. Moreover army is about being there for each other in thick and thin, it’s about team work. A saying that “we will always be there when you want us and we will watch your back buddy, nothing will happen when we are around”. It’s about you and me.

Friday, March 5, 2010


A very famous Punjabi marriage song was being played on high pitch near my ears and I was in severe headache wanted to run out but then my cream embroider dupatta was being pulled by a woman who was giving me the killing looks, exactly the ones where your eyes seems to pop out and you look scary and she was none other than my hell bent mom urging me to listen to another weary looking lady who was a mother of too much excited bride.

At a distance was sitting a bride all dressed in blood red lengha surrounded by all the loud friends who looked more cheerful than the bride herself as if they had find there own prospective men. Enjoying the enthusiasm of the too much decorated bride all the old women were humiliating the bride with the cheap first night humors. I on the other hand was devastated and shocked to even listen about the man genital part and how they were giving advices how to make the groom happy .Among one of them even tried telling me how good it will be when I will meet my dream man. I wanted to run or vomit on that irritated looking woman but I could only smile and wish that this night would end.

Suddenly they were excessive noise of all fat and thin women shrieking and pulling each other to dance on a number which was again some stupid bollywood song implying how the women went to sleep on a bed and got bitten by Scorpion. My mom was also too happy and doing the same old step which I have seen her doing for almost twenty years of my life and suddenly she realized to embarrass me so she shouted my name and every women present in the room was ready to revolve around me and threw me here and there.

After two hours of smiling idiotically and listening to my mom about her favorite topic of how imperfect I am, came another punch on my stomach when every mother of every girl present there came to tell my mother about the expertise of their daughters, one was telling how her daughter can wash 79 cloths in three hours and can speedily make 25 dishes in 1 hour. Other was telling my mom how her daughter has decorated her own dress and also can check blood pressure. Third was telling, my mom about her successful daughter who was working in some bank and earning big bucks and about the amount of gifts she gets by her brilliant daughter .I knew my mom temper was being inflated as she didn’t had anything to tell about her own daughter who was me and that I should be ready for another emotional ordeal once I reach home.

And then I couldn’t take it any more, without looking at my mom I like a 5 year old went and sat in a corner which was pretty relaxing as there was little noise and no mother to glare at me .Suddenly I had a realization about my own imperfections and I asked myself that would I give my life in exchange of getting hooked with some software engineer who was destined to leave to America in a month? Will I ever be happy on receiving the amount of gold sets and diamond given by the mother in law for sacrificing my own personal life? Will I ever be a good wife who never says no to her husband even when she see her self being sacrificed? Will I ever be able to carry expensive crockery without breaking it?, will I be comfortable on letting my husband go with male friends all the time leaving me at home ?will I be a good mom and will not make any mistakes ?will I be ok when I will not be me ?

NO, with every though I knew that I’ll never do or be what I was not …I am a woman who is ethically very strong ,who never had hurt anybody ,always tried though to learn things but was not perfect .I make mistakes but then I have a power to make many things right .I will burn my husbands breakfast ,will forget the bike keys ,will spill coffee on him and when I will be angry I will go to the best ice-cream parlor without informing my husband, will still meet my friends and will have fun .

And so it was time to make nishant aware of all the illusion he may have of me but I guess he knew .When I was consoling me on the phone while talking to him .He was smiling and reassuring me of how he is open to mess until one of them falls sick and have food poising and lefts no alternative but to eat soup and burnt bread but whatever happens we were partners for life who will make room for each other ,will select curtains together and if one of us doesn’t like it ,there will be room for arguments so the one of us get convinced. We will fight and I will be allowed to throw things at him at a deal that then I will have to give him TV remote if he gets hurt for a whole week. Even if too of us are too busy we will still manage to take a minute to stole a look at each other to smile and assure that we miss each other badly. We will have room for cheesy jokes and romance; we will have our laughter’s and pitfalls. We will have fights and our issues but we will always hold each other hands, even if one of us let it go the other one will still be holding it because marriages never makes us, its always us that makes marriages.