And so i Thought and Said

(With Love to all those who are leaving home and embarking upon a new venture) July end and August start marks the bloom of the “bye-bye” season. The cynical ones; PLEASE!! I definitely don’t mean that it’s the peak time for road accidents because of the monsoons. It’s the time that marks the college reopening (1 st semester start would give the best {actually saddest} feeling) and the all so exciting job beginnings. Having just completed my college and already into a job I know what it feels like for the latter and with my little sister to join her college soon, I have an in depth fresh feel of the former too. Now believe me, I have passed through them both and I know how much it hurts. Its like your “old world” coming to an end all of a sudden, what intrigues me more is that this sorrow is much much heavier when the “new world” is on the other side. All those cute and loving messages start pouring in. You know that something exciting is in store for future but somehow, th...

(This tell all tale begins with the road construction to its ruthless, yes RUTHLESS demolition) This story is the truth about majority of roads in India and why we never get to have a happily memorable road travel. I do not blame the workers and the material suppliers but yes! I do blame those “smart asses” at the top who plan so well that we never get to enjoy what we rightfully deserve. The thought struck me while I was on the threshold of driving my car alone and just to test my instructor asked me to drive through a really “not for novice” area. Ok never mind I was confident enough but a series of shakes brought me out of my euphoric trance. I thought it was some “you are not using the clutch-gear properly” problem but it was actually the “well built about two months ago” road that was now under “STOP!! Sewage work going ahead”. This is one of the many situations that we esp. in India encounter quiet frequently. Generally it’s the sewage people (not like the mango people...

(This piece is written in honour of  the great men of this world who love to thin everything dishonourable for girls. Dear Men: thankew) {PS: Any reference to men here is for the men whose atypical quality has been notified above} The lascivious ogling eyes that can make any women on this planet shudder, I salute you. The unpleasant irritating gestures that make us women uncomfit, I salute you. The lewd remarks that are so remarkably passed, I salute you. The soul shattering blows and pushes we get while walking freely on the road, I salute you. All these actions that I just saluted defile the very existence of women by shattering her self-respect, then why do I salute them. The answer is simple, they made me immune to them and now I know how to react to them. Agreed, the instances of crimes against women are increasing by the day but countless are the instances where these are prevented just because the women in question reacted in time. I know how initially any...

(This is an ode to all the MACHO souls who have this chimerical attitude of driving a truck/car while on a bike) Oh dear souls, its been quiet a time since I wrote. May be I was experiencing “writer’s block” all over again. Never mind though because my friends whom I really do not know gave me a thought intriguing enough. It all started when I started hitting the road for a long drive frequently for reaching my office. It was day3 and I was inexplicably happy when suddenly a “truck” honked close; but before I could even react, a motorcycle overtook me. Now where was the truck??? Nowhere. It is a highway that I ride through every day and so I was expecting trucks when there was a gentle beep which off course according to any sensible conjecture should be a “motorcycle” but NO!!!! A gigantic Tata Safari it was! Given the reaction time that my fellow riders allow me to have, my sense of recognizing their type of vehicle plays an important part. I say so because the honk is th...