Life's A Learning Experience

It's been a routine since childhood that we go out for a stroll after dinner. Everyday. And not just us whosoever lives in the colony has this routine. This is also an indication how much at peace they are. They relax and enjoy every moment of their day unlike us who crave for a proper night's sleep, leave alone going for a walk after dinner. We have hurried breakfasts, quick lunches and something in between dinner and breakfast at night. That term is yet to be coded. Okay, so I've spent good 5-6 days at home this time. Luckily enough I was in time for Diwali. Yeah yeah we also like Diwali. Who doesn't? As a kid we used to blast more crackers than our neighbors. We had more fun than others and we sucked our Abba's blood more than other kids to get us crackers. It was sheer nostalgia to see those houses light up again this Diwali. While strolling down the streets we try to judge which house is looking the best and also which had been using the same lights every...

Monday morning. I reach office with swollen eyes and hell bad body pain.. yet with every muscle move I remembered what a crazy weekend it had been. It's kinda ritual in the office that everyone asks you about how your weekend was and I was just waiting for that one person to ask me how was mine. Friday. I was shaken up at 3 in the morning by my roommate. Startled I got up. I had just slept. She asked" Rishikesh chalogi ?" "Hell yes!" I said. I never say "No" to going out, even when you wake me up from my slumber. I quickly packed everything that I could get my hands on. The plan was to leave the next day at 12 in the night.. 'Oh What would I do till then?' I hate to waste my weekend. So I decided to join my friends partying at Cyber. We had fun and I forgot about the time. Just then I received a call from my roomie and she shrieked over the phone.. such an angry sikhni that she is..I love her when she displays her fluency over all the punja...

For the entire time that I lived in Delhi the only thing that brought my senses to life was the last ride that I took with my Love on his very adorable Avenger bike. The sky was turning from blue to grey.. the stars were finding their way out to peep from the dark skies and what added to the beauty were tower touching airplanes that flew right over us. Finally I was experiencing the rawness that I was used to. Although we were out for a specific purpose I didn't want us to go there. Rather I wanted the ride to never end. I clenched him closer to me as if to make sure he's all mine. He had been very supportive all throughout my stay in Delhi. Took me to places I'd never seen let alone visiting and if it weren't him I never would have. Everywhere we went I saw his eyes chasing me. It held my breath. I wanted to kill myself for not being able to show the same madness for him but only I know how much pleasure it gave me just to stare at the eyes only meant to see me. I don...

I took a long break from writing, but that didn't stop me from finding an inspiration for my new blog. Last month I went to Nainital with my cousins. It was an all cousin trip no parent allowed. We planned the trip and distributed the expenses. It's a lovely place but with limited resources. People have adapted themselves to the scarcity and that doesn't stop them from enjoying life. We, the tourist, on the other hand have so much want for luxury that fail to notice the basic reason why we took the vacation for in the first place. People wanted the same kind of comfort as they get at their native place.. toh aae kyu phir huh..?? Me, mai toh bht adjusting type ki hu .. . In fact it's mentioned in the Qur'an that you must learn to live life with limited resources. The way you would have lived had you moved to Delhi from Lucknow. Live your life the way you would have lived in Delhi..you're getting my point? Right. This means that the world is just a tem...

I request you all to kindly read this article to get your terms right. I met many people who say that Islam oppresses women and doesn't librate them. Individual acts are often confused with Islam as a religion. A person's act cannot justify Islam. I shall appreciate if you go through this article and realize that it's only a myth and not the truth that women are oppressed in Islam. http://www.islamcan.com/women-in-islam/status-of-women-in-islam.shtml#.VYMTYNDrYwg

Don't leave the house after dark Don't go alone, take your brother along Behave like a girl Girls don't speak the way you do You can't go out with friends, papa won't like it .... Sounds familiar? Well, it does to me. I am the elder child of the family. I feel I have got responsibilities too. Being a girl doesn't make me feel less important for my family. In fact I have always played the role of an elder son. Doing odd chores of the house, bringing monthly rashan on my scooty, whether official or household I have done it all. I am well versed with the streets and crowd of Lucknow. It's because of this that I have inhibited some of the characteristics of males. The way they think, walk, talk and roam about fearlessly. In fact I get along with the male crowd more freely. I have the ability to punch a guy right in the face or to raise my voice against any wrongdoing. I loved being the elder child and sharing responsibilities but from time to time I'...