Opinion

I am so angry right now I can barely keep my finger away from the caps lock button! The culprit- shopkeeper who sold me a coke for 55Rs instead of the 50 it said on the bottle. And he tries to pass it off as something that happens everywhere... really uncle? that's not even a creative excuse, "haan aap dekhengi sab jagah aise hi hai, alag se tax lagta hai" translation- I think you are an idiot and since you lack the social skills for this confrontation I’m going to steal from you, by saying something which sounds technical but is essentially BS.  I hate it when shopkeepers do this, MRP's are the maximum allowable price on the product according to the manufacturer and even if the amount is as small as 5Rs it is wrong and dishonest, you bucket of belched slugs (its gonna take a lot of cold water to cure that burn). I know there are shopkeepers that charge you lesser than the printed price, I feel my heart grow a size when someone does that. But if he/she doesn’t c...

Kuch choti si baatein thodi si unban ek uun ka gola khula aur kahin kuch kho gaya phir ek sham socha jo bikhra hai samet loon uljha hai jo suljha loon goom raha hai jo uska raasta mod doon issi khoj mai nikli thi kal dhoondte dhoondhte thak kar beth gayi jab mile mujhe woh khoye tukde phaelle hue the sunsaan sheher mein kabhi kissi kitab mein mille kissi gaane ki dhun se aaye toh kabhi kissi ki baaton ke boliyon se aaye woh shor mein, ayye woh khamoshi mei samet kar unko dhoondh kar khech kar badh liya hai maine patli si shakh hai, hawa ke jhoke se bhi ab darr hai simtein hui kone mere nami mei doobi hue khoj rahe the ek dusre ko shayad mil jayenge ya shayad jo adhoora hai kuch behtar hi ban jayega -shievani singh (#romanhindi #hindipoetry)

I am a child left free in a carefully articulated garden of bulbs and bees Green grass flowers beneath my back Amid yellow marigolds and white lilies My eyes are pillowed in golden ratios and knotted conscious wills The sound of my carefree laugh travels the world, echoing in silent corners. It fills  Empty rooms, locked cupboards and boxed dreams like a gentle sigh caressing old forgotten wounds I am a person Small and lost in a huge crowd A hub of words, opinions and feelings Preoccupied with finding something Which is real, wonderful and mine A pursuit of everlasting happiness In this entangled reality I feel an echo a whisper of a smile A flash, a memory of colours; golden petals and emerald leaves And a gift of a moment lived in perfect peace. i am circled, part of a pattern something wonderful, real, mine and unseen.

Where do I start from? I guess from Easter morning. I had gone over to my friends place over the Good Friday weekend and she is a Christian. That introduction should be enough. Right then diving into the story- so at 4am Sunday morning, we marched to their church. The ambiance was set by the wind, the trucks, the rising sun and the chirping cawing birds, as we sang hymns and discussed breakfast plans. Now the ceremony was mostly a blur. But then father started talking about the crucification of Christ. Jesus Christ had stones hurled at him, his followers forsake him in fear, nails were driven through his hands and feet, a crown of thorns was placed on his head and on his last breath he said 'forgive them father'. That is so powerful. I mean can you imagine that strength that love. To understand the contrast here is an example- at that moment I was making faces at the kid who shoved me aside to light his candle first (he was making them back too). There is s...

What is this obsession with noise? Everything has to be loud, loud music, loud horns, loud bikes, the #$@*ing bikes with the murdered silencer; I will throw a brick in your bikes face the next time I hear that ungodly sound (breathing heavily)… oh right the list - firecrackers, marriages with their band, dj, patake; I mean I get it, fits your happy day encouraging ecstatic-ism, but why do you want to make the ears, of your entire city bleed (very little exaggeration). I am not even going to get into how bad all that noise is for our cognitive functioning and our emotional states (or how bad the music is). I’m just going to point out a behavior which is a result of this cacophony. The nonstop talking; you know the people that just won’t stop talking; they could give a 23 minute speech on brushing their teeth that morning. It’s as if being quite gives them a sense of failure like it scares them. Their boggart would turn into their own images with gags o...

My best friend told me she is moving permanently to the other side of the world for education and job purposes What I felt:- NOOOOOOO!!! Why? What’s the need? Why can’t she do whatever it is she wants to do here? Why wasn’t I informed when this plan was in the making so I could sabotage it? Why are u leaving me? Does she know how cold it is out there and there are bears in that part of the world its effing dangerous... what if there is an avalanche? *so much crying on the inside. What was happening:- Her- so that’s why I think it would be a great opportunity Me-...... Her- my mother, father, and brother will all move there in august Me- !!!!!! Her- I’m really excited and nervous could you help me prepare Me-..... sure ..... Her- oh thank god! I was worried about how u would respond Me- hum hahaha (nervously laughing cause has no response) Her- ok then we will talk later, bye. Me- baa baa black sheep have u any wool   Phooo that was heavy...

  This aspect of social interaction is hard for me. My heart just starts to pound really loud when I have to tell someone I'm angry or upset. Putting aside the many phone calls that need to be made to Dr. Phil, this is actually about a specific incident. So what happened is that recently someone shouted at me for something and I after giving myself 5 motivational speeches and introspecting endlessly pushed myself to go tell that person that I did not appreciate their  behavior . Here are some observations on what happened :- 1. Whatever you planned to say, be certain it will not be what you end up saying. You think It will go from A to B in this logical sequence. What happens however is you go from A to T then D and then she/he says something in between and you think oh right “B C” *wink wink 2. The scenario you have imagined in your head will do a 180 degree flip in the real life situation For instance I imagined a real fight; curses flying back and forth,...

Did you know that if you have missed your flight, you're not allowed to leave the terminal till someone from the airline signs you out and if they are not available well you can sit there and introspect on how you finally reached this milestone. To clarify-I had 2 flights on the same day and because of crazy incidents with the first, I couldn't make the second. All I have to say is that people are annoying just very annoying. This person took my bag from the baggage claim and left before realizing it wasn't theirs. In that space of one hour When i couldn't find my bag my mind was playing every cheesy sad song it could remember *jag suna suna lage, yahi ant ki shuruat hai, why this kolaveri di. A playlist i didn't know existed in my brain. My reaction to this entire incident was- dread, panic, and anger basically no evolved actualization moments at all. This is what i was introspecting when there was no staff at the terminal to escort me out. why am i so unbal...