I don’t think nationalism was ever about hatred, exclusion, or xenophobia. In a critical time like this I thought of revisiting my thoughts and ideas about what a nation means to me.
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The Imperfect Being
In a society demanding you to be perfect, have the courage to be the imperfect you!
Finding my Strength
Living away from home for the past six years changed the whole perspective of “home”. It became a place where I used to live. When I’d visit home for a week or so during semester breaks or festival holidays, then it would always mean a place to relax. The home was a place to savour…
Do Humans Understand Each Other
On September 28, 2015, a Muslim man was accused of stealing and slaughtering a calf for Eid. A mob gathered and entered his house. The meat curry in his fridge was taken as proof of beef. He was dragged out and beaten with rods and bricks until he died. Beef is banned in many parts…
The Indian Parenting
Is Indian parenting flawless? What are the root problems which are giving rise to disappointed and helpless youths?
The Retrospection- I
How do things change with time? You can only realise that by taking a walk to your memories down the lane and introspect and retrospect!
Being Free And Singing After The Storm
Can we be really free as a bird? Why, and why not? And what is freedom?
Oh, Time!
A humble tribute to TIME for being generous, for healing through the ups and downs, for saving my footprints on its way to eternity!!
A day… And a night too…
So I had a lazy start to my day, as usual, because I’m not the morning person. Gulping the BournVita milk and stuffing that delicious bread-jam-butter in my mouth and carrying my messy hairs which are in urgent need of some oil and comb were still happy in remaining intangled after finding the golden sunlight…
Over the Night
One midnight, In a café, sitting around table and sipping some coffee, Few memories sprouted, Which were lost in the hustle & bustle of something called LIFE. And over the night they flourished- Just how bamboos grow, First slowly and then all of a sudden, And got imprinted forever. As if it was just yesterday…
Not Always
It’s not always that something poetic is going on in my mind and it’s also not still that I can frame those little electrical interactions in words. Most of the times I’m just lost in nothingness and letting my existence flow through the course of nature and exploring whatever falls on the way as well…
Unmaturing
At times, maturity is so boring,Where I understand what you meanAnd you know what I want to say.I miss the collision and the fight,Where I misinterpret and you get angry,Where you freak out and I convince you,Where you bring roses from the garden,Hiding from your mother.And I gift you my precious stone,Rag-picked from the roadside.Where…
Speechless #BengaluruMassMolestation
Yes, you render me speechless when you made my body the source of your joy and pleasure when we were celebrating a new beginning together. Yes, you render me speechless when you tear my clothes off in public and assault me because you are more in number and I’m alone. Yes, you render me speechless…
What’s the difference?
10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Sky is set on fire with colourful lights and sparks of fireworks, sleepers are awaked with the BOOM and BANG of crackers to let them know that the year has passed, soul is devoted to dance freely in the loud…
NIRBHAYA
It has been four years since NIRBHAYA happened. Lots of revoking, emotional outbursts, slogans, candle marches, new rules for women’s safety and a lot more. The question is where we are now? How far have we succeeded in providing safety to half of our population from the rest of the population? It was in the news today…
Parallel Lines
There are times when words remain unsaid, And dreams are left in the eyes. Winter showers its fog in chilled breeze, And warm hugs become the best memories. Someday the hearts fell in each other’s way, And though they lost in a storm of time, but some parts remain intact, And are still lying on…
Flower
It is strange that we keep on running behind that Immortal as our own mortality gives way to His mortality and we keep on asking for things which again are ephemeral, like us, trying to pretend what we are not and cannot disclose who we are, reaching high in this world of illusion and going…
Just Me 