KhepiAri

I often wonder how do real mountain climbers feel, when they reach the peak of the mountain. I felt like Tenzing Norgay and Edmund Hillary after my little self created and self imposed adventure rather attempts to adventure. On 18th of these month, that's ten days back, we had our college field work for our subject Environmental Studies. The trip was to take place on 16th but due to bandh it was postponed. So on the appointed day the lazy me woke up at 6am. We were to reach Pink College by 9.30. my walking partner, the green page friend was there in front of my home by 9. We reached college and found  in this group we had  minority of girls compared to the second group which was all girls group. Three rickety buses were standing. Off course the boys grabbed the better two. My walking mate and me, were the first to climb the old bus, but as fate had it due to our greedy nature for window seat, we ended up in a seat with three people and far from window. We...

(Technically my first short story.... which was supposed to be  published in College Magazine but it never made it to the print. Please read and review,,,) The car enters through the newly painted Gates of the Complex.  Watchman Shivdas pays his regular respect with a salute… As the car passes he gets trapped in his dream and wonders “Will my son earn the perfect life they live?”. In the car, young girl with headphones penetrated to her ear drums and gazing  through fifty two years old Shivdas, a woman beautifully dressed in pink sari with a smile from lips , a man busy on his cell phone.. ; all driven by the driver….  Another pair of eyes fell on the car,,, the eyes belonged to thirty one years old Mrs. Dutta of flat 307-A.  The eyes looked at slightly wrinkled skin which was covered under the make up and ornaments.. Mrs. Dutta sighed “ A lucky woman she is,  mother of a well mannered girl, wife of a successful man, a house of her own...

(On 17th January, I was reading  Womensweb  when I chanced upon a book promotion post which was giving 15 review copies to readers for free. So I couldn't resist the temptation to try my luck, hence now I am holding my own copy. This is first time I am reviewing a book.) Book Name:- Tick-Tock We're 30 Writer- Milan Vohra Pages-402 Milan Vohra  is the first Indian Mills & Boon writer, this is her third book excluding her Mills & Boon novel. The book Tick-Tock we're 30 tells the tale of Lara, who is turning 30. She is the last one to turn 30 from her huge group and this marks the pact coming to full cycle. The pact of whole SN gang reuniting and her birthday marks the reunion of her with Nishad with whom she had a pact too, a pact to marry each other if both were single. To avoid the pact with Nishad she brings a hot aspiring Turkish Model cum bartender Perzaan as her boyfriend. Perzaan has to play a boring Banker.Soon things get heate...

Today is the Republic Day of our country, birth of our great constitution, I wanted to write an anger filled post on this special day. I began with prose, but before I knew it turned to poem. I know I am a pathetic poet, yet it spurned out. I had so many things to say. Today I finally realized I am a born Feminist, I cant be a silent spectator any more, when my country is turning hollow. I want change, I want safety, I want respect. Today my poem is dedicated to Nirbhaya the 23 year old Delhi rape victim, to the 11 year old rape victim fighting for life, the 5 year old rape victim in Karnataka, the 73 year old rape victim in USA, to every Syrian women and girl  who is abused, raped, molested, killed, to Laxmi Orang  stripped naked in our state capital, to every woman who face domestic violence,beaten, burned and killed for Dowry and to the unborn who are filtered out to be killed just because you are a girl and to every female to unite to make a change.. ...

So today President Obama took his oath for second term, I am so happy... I told my friends to watch the live oath taking ceremony and they asked " Why are you getting so excited over a foreign President?". Well  I never gave that thought 'why', I have been a fan of President Obama, rather an admirer since 2008. So lets try to explore why we ( the people around the world are happy about President Obama's win).      On the day of his win, my whole Facebook page was filled with the online news of the Historic Win. The Women's Right Page was on fire from the day the campaigning began. Huffington Post, The New Yorker, The Times, The Hindu, etc all were putting up the news since the beginning. So I had a close watch over the whole process. But I am a Indian why am I so happy? Some critic actually said  Obama's win is Loss to my country in terms of investments and job opportunities. Yes it might be bad for us in some cases. SO what?...

happy new year,  ( SORRY I AM LATE) to everyone who ever read my blog, to anyone who ever hated me, loved me and to everyone who have been an  integral part of my blog and me- my readers, family and friends... Well we have nothing special for me to share, but we have loads to see, so I have uploaded plenty many pictures for everyone.  Please don't be angry I could not stop myself from sharing those pictures. I spent almost a month in city of joy, and  my sister and brother-in-law tried their level best to make me stay longer and miss my college week. But alas! they failed. My trip in a nutshell  I went on 8th December, in train I met a talented musician named Sagar Paul, I spoke with him a lot and he has made me his sister. Its strange strangers can be good friends too. I went to City Of Joy with sole purpose to watch Twilight Breaking Dawn Part II. So this time my mission did not fail. I watched it and I was happy Kristen...