KhepiAri

Once upon a time I was foodie. I loved food, I dreamt about food, I worshiped anything that was digestible.I loved munching day and night and proudly grew in width. With thirty six inch waist line and flabby body I was happy. I could practically eat anything and collect it into my body as souvenir. My closet had all large and baggy clothes to beautify me. All this changed when fat consciousness sipped in. I cut down food, went on well balanced diet, it took me five years to attain my hour glass figure of 34-28-34. Now I get fit into dresses I desire, if luck favors I can just enjoy the S marked dress on the mannequin. The first question that we bongs ask each other when meeting or talking over phone is about food. My mother would ask me if I have tummy filled, my father would ask the same. We love rating a place on its food quality. We simply are the descendants of Food God. Food makes us happy and smile. We love eating and make people eat, we can do an assassination wi...

Humanity’s biggest achievement lies in its discovery of wheel and its use. Often at moments a desires and thought rises in the mind- to travel back to that significant moment and eradicate the existence of wheel and dissolve its idea. For a traveler this thought will be blasphemous, wheels have given our movements a direction and destination. Vehicles are our backbone to economy, railways or pizza delivering bikes we need the wheels. The constant rotation on tracks is lullaby to passengers while the road-roller scares us. Even our time is measured with the help of a wheel. Attachments to vehicles have been our greatest statement to justify our materialistic mind- a comment my teacher would pinch me with. Growing up watching a fierce girl on eco-friendly two wheeler injuring creatures around her was enough to decide for me, the eco-friendly two-wheeler came to my life early and I became the careful law abiding rider.  Learning to paddle and balance is an experience n...

Family is the basic unit of society- is something we learn in four walls of classroom and understand in our homes.  A single human with help of her family and friends grows bonds in to wide network of connections. Of all societal terms the most complex term in the world is 'Relationship'. A word that gains lots of prefixes and adjectives and gets more layers with time. An average human life has numerous bonds with living organisms and non living things. Plenty get married, some marry their work, some worship their cell phones. Few have affair with god, thousands become parents while other stick to pets. We create an intrinsic network where we balance our life between alive and lifeless. The constant linchpin is our motion of life that keeps lifeless and life-filled engaged.  Today we complete three years of our blog, like many of us know the purpose of this blog was vague. My only aim to write this blog was to complain about life. Only promise I made to this ...

I peep through the plastic curtain that protects me from clear drops splattering on the grey path. Rickshaw rattles smoothly and I see a herd of black hoofs gracing the same grey. Each black pair  hoofer's away to the nearest shelter to keep the drops at bay. The stem of grass gets cleaned and I see the blades’ shining as every drop runs  down its neck to crimson earth. More I peep out the brighter the world grows on my mind. Sleeve of my blouse gets socked to turn a shade darker as I force open the curtain by another three inches. The darker green in my trouser slowly climbs up and chills my legs. Droplets flood my glasses and my rickshaw puller asks me to duck my head in.  A girl wearing orange earrings warps her magenta dupatta around her body earns my glance. Her blue rubber slippers paddles past me. For next few moments I am in love with her. School children in blue and white giggle and cross the road. My rickshaw puller begs me to go under the polythe...

picture belongs to rightful owner Ever wonder how would our modern human life be without words? Let’s just imagine we wake up one day to find our word formulating capacity is gone. Our telephone, cell-phones, laptops, tablet etc become useless, we can’t utter or type but think only. We are bereft of expressing but our mind is processing thoughts and ideas without a break. Our world would become all action and no expression. The only thought that rises in mind- it will be Frustrating. For human beings who love talking it will be a death blow. The more world is getting amplified the meaning of communication is changing. When tykes talk in class they are asked to talk less work more. The more we grow up communication becomes the essence of projection. From personal to group adda to watsapp, the connection is same words modified to emocation and short form. Irony of world is we pay people to listen to us. Its universal truth our brain makes us different from rest of...

 Might seem I have been neglecting this blog past few months. To make it clear I have no such intentions and I don't aspire to stop writing here ever. Things have been hectic, entrance exams began after finals and since you must have read my frustration post you may know I was not in the right mind. Well, three things happened this month which I can't stop sharing. I turned twenty one which calls for free imaginary drinks to my reader friends. Secondly, I graduated the day after my birthday and surprise surprise I topped my department. The girl who never saw the glory of rank above thirty in her early school years topped. Thirdly I achieved my target to crack three entrance examination for Post Graduation in English. (Seems perfect picture right? Trust me we have a long twisted story behind each) Tonight I don't have anything, in particular, to share with anyone. Today is mother's birthday and I wish her a long life and I promise her that I will make her pro...

(After writing for almost three years every month I feel really happy to present the 100th blogpost.  I am not a very well versed or smart blogger here yet to have found readers and becoming good friends with them matters a lot to me. Every experience or event that has happened in last three years has found its place in my blog. Like all the experiences I have shared and the twisted misadventures or ramblings have found place here. To all my reader friends the final part of the travel series comes in words) Everyone has a desire, a wish and a dream to look out for. Whenever my friends spoke about their summer vacation trips I would often bite my lips as I had no story to tell. Four of my summer vacations were spent cooped up in a rickety building which is an insult to architecture in city of joy. When my best friends would happily chant about their trip to Goa or Puri I would imagine them in the calm blue playing with foam of sea. Every time I retraced the old albums I wo...