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All the posts are filed under certain headers. Please check the following links for the continuity and reference or relevance..
Introduction
As I Am - My 1st Blog Post//Preface- Biopic Log
My Life Instances - Biography
Coffee Table Stories - Light Humor//Sarcasm//Day-to-day caricature
I, Me, Myself - Philosophy//Retrospection
Men and their Mannerisms - Humor//Sarcasm
On a Lighter Note - Fun//Humor//Sarcasm//Thoughts
Be My Guest - My Home Pics
*** Poetry/Dreams/Art- Work ***
My Previous Blog is now merged in my Biopic Log- here. Incase you experience any difficulty in navigation, please do notify of the same in the comment form of that post.
Epilogue - Celebrations//Epic//Thoughts
Erroneous Newspaper Reports - Inconsistency in Newspaper Reporting
Law and Dis- orders of the Society - The Obsolete Judiciary System
Medicinal Facts - Science//Research//Facts
Tag Archives: Social Issues
Misplaced Relationships (edit)
I have been wedded for a decade now. If only the said wedlock had held true even for a week. I haven’t been vocal about it. To gain what in turn? Some rude judgements? Negating opinions? More questions? My father … Continue reading
In attempt to charm the eternal charmer!
Only, I am not amused. The lyrics that I am filling in with really rude remarks of my own out of devout frustration are the ones those I had once sung when in school. Half a dozen songs were given … Continue reading
Death of a relationship
Firstly, I can’t take rejections, secondly, it stabs my heart to let go of people and then, if I am left to stay dumb… that’s a perfect recipe to whip me into a cryptic psychopath! If I say that this … Continue reading
Left out..
Just finished watching “Bol” Wish I could put up the same question as the lead actress, the narrator herself does in the movie, to my dad.. Ironically, he is still alive and I’m no better than dead. Why killing is … Continue reading
Leave Me alone
Dedication: This one is dedicated to all those incorrigible women who are “married respectfully” in the eye of society and take great honor in sharing the stinking details of their rotting relationship/wedlock! Listening to their stories, it feels as though … Continue reading
Men are indeed from Mars
Disclaimer: This post is a direct result of my experience with men. There, I said it! They are anything but even remotely connected to the women species. I guess the Project UFO should end here. It’s them invading our planet. … Continue reading
The Little Mermaid in Me
I guess it’s the Fairy Tales that have poisoned our minds with the so unrealistic and typical “happily ever afters”. I was much like the boring disciplined girl- never wanting to hear a bedtime story. Anytime I insisted upon hearing … Continue reading
Bunch of Moral-less Morons
I stay as a tenant on the 2nd floor of the 2 storey Cozy Homes that Ansals have built in Palam Vihar (Gurgaon). When I had shifted here in October- 2009, the ground floor backyard, as well as the front … Continue reading
Spelling my Liberation
It couldn’t have been any better! There’s so much to share about today. I hope that I remember all of it till I write it down here. I am walking through a newer dimension of discovering my ownself every day. … Continue reading
The New Awakened Me
I have become child- like. Exactly how I was in my teens. I just didn’t realize when I had; unless I had become a recluse. Anytime I sit and think about that “when”, I get to read my life book … Continue reading
My 1st lone Train Travel- III
I had not eaten as much as a morsel throughout the day. I had stepped out to treat myself some Kachoris (stuffed deep fried savory) and tea. What the heck. I was to leave Rajasthan and not tasted a single … Continue reading
My 1st lone Train Travel- II
In Continuation to My fate was waiting for me at the 4th counter. The counter guy was equally rude. It didn’t matter to him even if someone was to mention that it was her 1st travel! Anyways, I had already … Continue reading
My 1st lone Train Travel- I
It’s been over 10 days, since I underwent that adventure. I would call it as that! Life certainly has its own way of making me go through things. In the manner most “not” anticipated. The best part of it still … Continue reading
I’m Leaving..
Not on a jet- plane yet. Seems it’s time I would soon enough! For now, I am travelling to Alwar- Rajasthan, to attend my friend’s wedding! We had worked together for about a couple of months before my phases had … Continue reading
Brewing Inquietude- II
No sooner Shelly had left, the arena had come alive. All 4 of us were sat in the Living Room, when I had once again suggested hiring a maid for atleast sweeping and swabbing; I was curtly quieted. Inturn, Lady P … Continue reading
Tale of 2 brothers
Disclaimer: Please proceed reading this post at your own risk. The contents of this post maybe distasteful and invoke depression. This post about what happened in 1998; also connects me to my present day. I have restrained my choice of … Continue reading
Invoking the Goddess’s Divinity in Me
Introduction: Mahishashura Mardini (Annihilation of Mahisasura), a collection of verses and songs broadcast by All India Radio, Calcutta (now Kolkata) at 4 am, in the dawn of Mahalaya. Birendra Krishna Bhadra (1905 – 1991) was an Indian broadcaster, playwright, actor and theatre director from Kolkata, … Continue reading
Getting Prepared and Stepping Out
To help me out and assist, Ruby had involved everyone- from herself to her boyfriend. Sanjay had prepared my CV at his home Computer. The xerox of my 10th standard certificate was done at his place of work. It was a … Continue reading
My Life working with Jaypee Hotels
My Life was soon to turn towards a peculiar incident. All that fun was about to end. As if I had known how that was about to change my course of Life; I had freaked out as much as possible. … Continue reading
My Life, while working in Hotel Siddharth
The time I have spent working with Siddharth Hotel wasn’t all that bad either. I have made some good memories too. ~*~*~ Once I had made 15 sales in a month. Thats when I had taken home a salary of … Continue reading
My First Job, of friends and foes- II
While I was settling down into my new Life, Blotch was as if getting sucked out of my days- automatically. He would keep telling me that he would soon find out where I worked. And so..? Create nuisance there too- … Continue reading
My First Job, of friends and foes- I
I had found my Life back. Atleast the realization that I could, had very well set my mind up. Ruby had managed to made me live my Life again. Those few days that I had spent with her, she had spent … Continue reading
LIC needs an Insurance themselves
LIC stands for Life Insurance Corporation of India I could have spent time writing my biography. Instead, I am typing this post out. I am a LIC policy holder for the past 3 years. It so happened that the agent … Continue reading
"Relationship" re- Defined
Being involved sexually with someone doesn’t make that a relationship. There has to be atleast some amount of emotional attachment too. Actually a great amount. Some say it to be Love (or whatever) A great sense of inter- dependence, unfailing understanding … Continue reading
Gurgaon Police landline disconnected due to non- payment
Read below the article published in Hindustan Times- 5th August, 2010. My boss had called Ahuja up and he had assured a callback. The callback didn’t happen; however, this article has. The printed version did not return any Google Links … Continue reading
Palam Vihar, Gurgaon Police- Does Not Exist
Police station- Palam Vihar has shifted from C-I block to Sec- 22/23, next to Rotary Public School; which is in a much bigger place. The old place has now been converted to Police Post. The Telephone Number of the Police Station … Continue reading
Happening of My friend for Life
I was enrolled for tuition classes in 10th. Our teacher was a South Indian Muslim. Sorry, I have erased his name from my mind on purpose. He stayed in Uttranchal- next to my society. Ashish studied in Modern School and … Continue reading
Census: House- wife = Beggars
Read below an article in HT about the discrimination “awarded” to Indian housewives- HOMEMAKERS. No wonder the Census survey was so biased about women. It seems we still are in 18th century and completely immersed in Ignorance. I fail to … Continue reading
Change- over..
Of my school, residence, locality, friends.. wait, were there any? When in 6th, our school was to perform in National School for Scouts and Guides on 12th August- only a day after my birthday. In 7th standard; that happened to … Continue reading
Void Blossoming on Me
8th June, 1988- Wedneday. Evening: Dad had already carried his violin and his few other belongings with him, a few days back. The Green and Yellow double- sided bedsheet, a small knife and his clothes. He had called me and enquired … Continue reading
Vacuum growing in Me..
Doorbell rang, Dad had been missing for weeks now; Masi and Mesho had appeared instead. I was sent out of the house just then. I had kept standing with Mona at the Park for 4 hours. I could as if understand … Continue reading
My early childhood memories
Previous- Shaping up my Mind- III You wouldn’t believe that I still do remember my early childhood days spent in Lakshmi Nagar. That was before I started going to school.. What was my age then?? Often sitting at the entrance of … Continue reading
Shaping of my Mind- II
Previous- Shaping up my Mind- I B-4/F-2 Mom had felt uncomfortable staying at the 3rd floor. It hurt her. She felt unfit even after 5 years of her cesarean operation. We had shifted to a 1st floor in the next … Continue reading
Shaping up my Mind- I
Previous- Scars of Early Mishaps- II B-3/T-1 Our Weston B/W TV was bought in 1982; The Godrej refrigerator too. Sumeet Mixer was also bought. I had only reached home when mom had made the Engineer give the Instructions again; she had … Continue reading
Amputated finally- Homeless Again!!
Previous- Fresh stabs on my bleeding wounds I had grown severely tired of constantly being criticized over every possible thing. My eating of cream biscuits or Maggi or even rice; all of those were looked down upon. Anytime I had bought … Continue reading
Blessed state of the PV Residents
Palam Vihar, Gurgaon Electricity Department To call and ask for the untimely power-cuts that is so usual, call- up at: +91 7827288906 till 9 SatNarayan- Supervisor- +91 95609 94105 Head/Incharge- Mr. Saxena- +91 9810370448 All through summers, Palam Vihar have … Continue reading
Fresh stabs on my bleeding wounds
Previous- Brewing Inquietude I had planned to go over to Ruby’s place for my Birthday celebrations; since, I had not wanted any show- down like my 1st Anniversary. Week- off had coincided with my birthday. Incidentally, we had gone out for … Continue reading
Mismatched Mannerisms of my Marital Abode
Previous- Life after My Marriage It’s without any pun that I have addressed her as Lady P; even though, all she had ever talked about was Periods and Pregnancy. We were invited for lunch, after our wedding, at Pink Town Houses- … Continue reading
Brewing Inquietude- I
Previous- My open wounds At work; I had earned a decent incentive. I had spent my salary buying gifts for everyone at home. Crockery, Grocery and a few suit lengths for aunty P, alongwith a wrist watch for uncle and a … Continue reading
My open wounds
Previous- My 1st Marriage Anniversary We were to board the bus to Jammu from Connaught Hotel at CP. We may have boarded an auto; don’t remember any of that travel. My mind was too occupied. Reaching the Hotel; boarding the … Continue reading
My 1st Wedding Anniversary
Previous- Next 6 months of my Marriage During the 1st year of my marriage, I had tried being- as much “good” as I could. I had celebrated uncle’s birthday in August, Aunty P’s birthday in November, their anniversary in May and … Continue reading
Next 6 months of my Marriage
Previous- Mismatched Mannerisms of my Marital Abode After resigning from Hutch, I utilized my spare time in making handi- crafts. I was branded as Kiddish. One such day when I was upstairs; I heard a knock on my door. Aunty P … Continue reading
CENSUS "preaching" on Woman's Deliverable
I had been blissfully moving around my house doing great jobs (read: nothing). The church- bell rang (my doorbell) and two “localites” stood at the ground floor building gate, wanting to come and fill up my personal details. A groggy … Continue reading
Life after My Marriage
Previous- My Wedding Day I was somewhat upset. There was this ritual in their family of celebrating the daughter-in-laws’s first cooking venture at her in-laws. They had skipped that. Reasons- I had already taken an initiative to cook since P aunty … Continue reading
My Wedding Day
Previous- Wedding Planner Hemant and his mom- dad had comeover to talk to Ruby’s family, a few weeks before the D-day. They had so wanted to speak with my “elders” to arrange my Wedding. His mother had worn a sulking look … Continue reading
Wedding Planner
Previous: My Pre- Bridal Makeover Two days were all that I had to myself in Rohini, before I would burn my fate while whirling around that holy- fire!! Sarita didi had come over to spend some time with her maternal … Continue reading
Who is smirking now..??
It was on 16th May, 2010 that this Gang War took place- I said Gang War. I had so wanted to call that as a Perfect Weekend; and had almost. The mother of voyeurism had spoiled it so bad, that … Continue reading
My Pre- Bridal Makeover
Previous- My Ganshu Darling I stayed at a rented accommodation on 2nd floor in Malviya Nagar, E- Block then. I owned the whole of the floor. They were one of the very nice Landlords’ that I have come across. Ajay … Continue reading
End of My Affair
This one’s the 1st of the series of My Wedding Part II It had now been 3 years of our affair; or relationship that it actually was. I had completely given up on him. I had stopped seeing him, as … Continue reading
Solitude- Boon or Bane?
I live in a country where a Single Woman is equivalent to “available for all” and an Independent Woman is a shelled wh*re. And one like me- Single and Independent staying on my own; well, the less I speak- the … Continue reading
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