KhepiAri

Does the month of February feel inferior because she has twenty eight days? Does she feel insulted when every four year she gets an extra day under wings yapping Leap year! Leap year! The essential question that everyone asks in their childhood would be why dear February has only twenty eight days in her kitty. Some of us know the Roman Version where one from the Ceaser clan snatched days from her and added it to the month named after him. Some know the mythical version where February became self sacrificing to save another month from vanishing.  In childhood it was a short month that was too short before the impending month that brought exams. March its successor has his domain of fear, where he terrorises kids with Exam and adults with tax. In the end poor February becomes the sweet victim of post-new year nostalgia and pre-exam stress. Again being second also equivalent to being invisible, never the first always the second, it’s such a hurting position. In blink of...

Three days back on the path to grab seats in bus, my sister, brother-in-law and I, we saw a guy rush to a girl yelling at top of his voice. From the cacophony we could make out the girl’s cell phone was switched off and the guy was worried. So in his worried mind he began yelling and shouting at the girl who by now we know was his girlfriend. By the time we were sitting in the bus I was witnessing what the Bongs of this State call as 'Scene'. The guy in his red kurta embroidered with golden thread, white trousers, nerdy glasses and tall physique could win many heart had his mouth been shut. While the girl was is regular brown shirt, black jeans, mojari shoes and her curly hair made into a bun was worth a glance. This good looking couple were fighting and my family and I with rest of the passengers were watching a lovers’ quarrel minus the fluffy and romantic aspect of it. The genuine reaction of the ingrained female dignity in me wanted to slap the guy behalf o...

How would we describe a perfect day?  For some snuggling under the blanket sipping coffee with a book in hand is perfect day. For another walking with the loved one under rain is perfect. Well three years before I had given my unripe idea of perfect here. Do I still stick to it? More or less, yes. Though I feel Christmas all year the New Year is already old and festivities are over. Let’s come back to idea of perfect day, last year on second January I had a perfect day. My friends and sister by complex relation had a great day exploring a bird sanctuary with no birds in it. I have a collection of perfect days in my life. Some happen when I just sit in some rickety diner and help a pretty girl find direction. Other happened when I get in old lanes to find some hidden curio shop under mango trees. My year began with home cooked food and company of internet. Not perfect beginning for a perfectionist like me, than we all know the joke, each year will be same as other....

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...