The Dinosaur Family and the Cunning Anaconda

Once upon a time, in a deep jungle, there lived a family of Dinosaur - Mama Dino, Papa Dino and the Baby Dino. 

There were such a happy family having a great bonding and happy times in the jungle. Their routine revolved around roaming around and finding food, taking long strolls around their home, playing with their baby dino, exploring new areas in the jungle together. During one such jungle expedition, the dino family decided to take a route which was forbidden by other animals. Reason being that the rest of the animals in the jungle believed that there lived a long, wicked and dangerous Anaconda on the far side of the land, on the only little hilltop, at the very end of it. 

Being the adventurous and fearless family as they are known to be, the family decided to take a walk and see how much of truth lies in the famous jungle folklore belief about this piece of land. As they were walking into this neglected portion of the jungle, the dino family realized how rich the scenic beauty was, as they were dwelling deep into the land. They were awestruck with the lustrous beauty of many unknown grasses and trees which they were surrounded with. The baby dino was so ecstatic to see so much beauty in one place, that it kept itself ahead of its dad and mom and moved faster to catch the first glimpse of further beauty this land beholds. As the baby dino kept gazing here and there, it didn't notice the peril right ahead of him and the next moment it fell into a very deep and dark pit. 

The father and mother dino, were shocked to see their baby slipping into a deep abyss, but it was too late. By the time they realized what happened and ran to help their kid, the baby dino was already into the bottom of the deepest pit they have ever come across.. So scared by the darkness and eerie silence surrounding it, the baby dino was so scared that it was weeping in desperation and crying out for help. The Father and Mother Dino, could only faintly hear the frantic cries of their little one, but were too helpless to bring him out, as the pit size wasn't big enough for either of the parent dino to enter. They looked around for any help, but found no one around them. They tried binding all the veins of various trees around them to form a rope, to send it down for their kids help, but in vain. Those vains weren't stronger enough and kept snapping every time they tied it up together. 

As time passed, both the mother and father dino were loosing hope and didn't know what to do. Just as their hope was fading, they saw some movement at a distant bush. They noticed an old Fox approaching their way. When the fox came near them, the dino's narrated what happened and pleaded the fox for help. The old fox had no physical courage to help the dino, but it did show them a way. The fox said "Mr and Mrs. Dino, am sorry to hear about your kid. No animals come to this forbidden area of this Jungle. So the only way you can get your kid out is to approach the Anaconda residing on the hilltop at the far end of this land. But I warn you, The Anaconda is very cunning. She can be dangerous too. There is no guarantee that she may help. You can end up being her prey. So you may be risking your lives as well if you go approach her". Saying so, the fox left them alone and went back to his home inside the bush. 

Hearing this the Mother dino said with conviction, "Thanks to Mr. Fox, for letting us know there is a way to help my baby out. I am ready to face any danger to help him out. I will approach the Anaconda myself". Hearing her, father dino told her worriedly, "Mother Dino, I am not happy to hear this. From what Mr.Fox says, The Anaconda sounds very dangerous to me. You might get killed too. I am on the verge of loosing my son. Maybe this is our destiny. But because of him, I cannot loose you too. Please don't go". But the Mother dino was determined to get back her son, she asked the Father Dino to be there and keep talking to her son to give him confidence and then headed straight to the hilltop. 

On the top of the hill, amidst lots of bones and skeletons of many animals, which seem to have been demonically devoured, was laying the dark ominously looking Anaconda with his fangs put out, waiting greedily for another kill. Even though the Mother Anaconda was scared seeing such gigantic and menacing Anaconda, it put up a brave face and approached it and told the evil Snake. "Hello Mr. Anaconda, I am Mrs. Dino, I am here to ask you for an help. My little boy has fallen into that deep pit on the forbidden land and I understand only you are capable of saving him. Please help me and I shall give you whatever you ask for, in return". Looking at the unfazed Mother Dino, the Anaconda eyed her greedily and said "Oh! Mother Dino, hitherto no one has approached me for any favours, as every animal in this jungle is scared just at the sight of me. Since you are the first animal to ask my help, I will help you. But in return of your son's life, I need your life for me. I have tasted so many animals in this jungle, but never had a chance to relish a Dino. So you will be my first Dino treat. If you agree to that, I will save your son". 

Hearing what the Anaconda said, the Mother Dino was shocked first. She didn't expect her life in exchange of her son. Even though it was a sad thought to think that her son had to live the rest of his life without her, she was happy to think that at least he would be able to live. If she doesn't agree to this deal, she was sure that she will loose her son very soon. So she readily agreed and promised the Anaconda that the moment he gets her son out of the pit, she will willingly follow him to the hilltop to be his prey, leaving her family behind. The Anaconda was overjoyed to hear this and happily came with the mother dino to help her out.

Soon the Anaconda and the mother dino reached the pit. The Father Dino was so much relieved to see the ray of hope to save his son. He thought once their son is out, they can continue being the happy family again, not aware of the other tragedy laying ahead of him. Since the pit was so deep and only the Anaconda could reach the bottom of it, it started its descent into the ground. In no time, it touched the bottom and saw the scared and tired baby dino coiled at the corner, crying silently with all the hopes of being rescued gone. When the baby dino spotted the Anaconda, it got so scared first thinking that he is going to be killed by the deadly snake now. When the Anaconda told him that he has come down to save him as a request from his mother, the baby dino was elated. It couldn't believe its luck of being saved by the deadly Anaconda which all other animals dreaded in the jungle. The Anaconda asked the baby dino to mount on his back and started his ascend to the top.

The baby dino feeling very grateful, spoke to the Anaconda. "Mr Anaconda, am so grateful to you for this help. I never thought I can make it back to my family. Now I feel so relieved and happy. I can go back to my dad and mom. Live, play and be happy with them like I have been before. Thank you for this. Our family will never forget you and your help forever. Once I reach up, I will ask my mom, who is a great cook, to treat you with our special delicacies". Hearing this the Anaconda started laughing loudly.  Not understanding the baby dino asked what is so funny that made the Anaconda laugh so much. To that the Anaconda replied "On my naive boy! haven't you ever heard of my reputation in the jungle. Am I known to be that generous...NEVER.....I am helping you now, because I am going to be treated by your mom, not with delicacies, but by herself. She has agreed to be my Prey. Once you are up, I am going to devour her, she will be my first Dino meal. It's sad that you and your father need to live without her. But that is the deal, my little boy. Your mom saves your life giving hers..HA....so sacrificing....yah..yah.....the Motherhood thing....dingy".... 

Hearing what he said, the baby dino was sooo shocked. It didn't expect this kind of an answer. The cunning Anaconda had used this opportunity to claim its prey. As they were nearly the pit top, the baby dino, realized how close it is coming to loosing its mother. It didn't want a life without its mother and he decided that he would do anything to save his mother, like how his mother is willing to do anything to save his life. It's mind was racing on what to do to save its mom. Soon enough, the Anaconda reached the pit top and the Baby Dino could see its mother and father waiting near it, with anxious faces. No sooner as it reached the pit top, the Baby Dino jumped out of the Anaconda back to the ground, quickly turned around and with all its might, gave a strong kick on the Anaconda face. Totally unexpected, the Anaconda was jostled strongly by this attacked, and lost his grip and went down flying back to the pit bottom screaming. Realizing what was happening, both the mother and father dino and the Anaconda was shocked. 

Mother Dino yelled at the Baby Dino, "Baby, What have you done? you are hurting someone who just saved your life. This is an ungrateful act!". Hearing her, the baby dino said,"Mom, please no time for sermons. I know what the Anaconda is going to do to you. It is not fair. Dad and I need you. Saving me is meaningless at the cost of your life. Stop talking and just do as I say", saying this, the Baby Dino looked around. As this dense land was covered with many rocks and trees, the baby dino ran to the nearest rocks and started picking up few big stones on them and ran back to the pit and started dropping them one by one, very fastly. Initially startled, the father Dino understood what transpired between his wife and the Anaconda and saw his only chance of saving his wife was to join his son. So he too ran quickly and picked up big rocks and stones and started putting them inside the pit. The angry anaconda which was now very furious and insulted, started coming up with more anger and vengeance deciding to kill the entire family. As he was midway climbing up, he was surprised to see lots of stones descending on his head. Even though mightier, he was no match for the storm of stones and rocks being hurdled on him. With every stone hitting at him, he was slipping away and fell back to the bottom of the pit. He was screaming of pain and agony, slowly the screams mellowed down and the stone and rocks rubbles piled on him covering him up gradually and completely. 

The Mother Dino was stunned and was standing like a statue witnessing the scenes in front of her. It was only when she saw the pit completely covered with rocks and stones, that she came to her senses and realized that she is safe at last. Tears trickled down her face and she silently sobbed. The Father and Baby Dino came close to her and hugged her and the Father Dino said to her, "You are safe now. We will live happily as a family again". She opened her mouth to say something, but the father dino put his finger on her lips and said "Sssshhhh....Sometimes being unfair is fair, for the sake of family". The baby dino upon hearing this, nodded his head and hugged his mother. The Father too hugged the Mother dino. At that very moment, the mother dino felt that the father dino was right. She wiped her tears away and all three held their hands in  hand and walked away silently from the forbidden land vowing to themselves that they  will never come here again. 

The Old Fox from his bush, was watching  the dino's walking away silently and turned his gaze to the closed pit and for the first time in many years, smiled to himself, thinking that this place will not be forbidden anymore....

The Story of the Jingle Bells

Once upon a time, on a Christmas tree, there lived happily a family of Jingle Bells - Father Bell, Mother Bell, Brother Bell, Sister Bell and a Baby Bell. They were all soo happy to live together in a same tree and rejoiced each others company by making sweet and melodious noise and twinkling all the time.

One day, a naughty boy, named Jackie, visited the Christmas tree. He was fascinated by the grandeur of the Christmas Tree and was observing all the nice tinkling, twining and shining decorations on the tree. His attention suddenly went to the set of Jingle bells, looking alike, but varying in sizes. Being inquisitive and naughty by nature, Jackie was curious to see the bells and decided to look at them more closely. So he first picked up the Baby Jingle Bell.

The Baby Jingle Bell, who was basking under the comfort of this family side by side, when suddenly removed from the tree was taken aback. The brother, sister, mother and father jingle bells too were shocked to see the baby bell in the hands of a stranger, but were totally helpless as they could do nothing about it. Jackie kept throwing the Jingle bell up and down and tried shaking the baby bell to see what sound it makes. So upset with being separated from its family, the baby bells, refused to make any noise. So how much ever Jackie tried hard to shake and bring out the noise of the baby bell, the baby bell just didn't budge but kept quite. So bored to see the baby bell not making any noise, Jackie lost interest on it. So he kept the baby bell back on the tree and decided to test the brother bell and pulled it out. 

The Brother bell who was already upset seeing his baby brother taken away, was only more upset and shocked when it released that the naughty boy has replaced him for his brother in his hands. So helpless as his baby brother, the brother jingle bell too couldn't to do much but to stop making any sound when Jackie tried to shake him. Jackie was disappointed with this bell too, so he decided to replace him with the sister jingle bell. 

When the sister jingle bell was taken away from the tree, she too felt very miserable and behaved the same way as her brothers. Jackie this was quite irritated and disappointed to see that all the three jingle bells aren't making any noise. He was getting impatient too. Then he laid his eyes on the big Mother Jingle bell, bigger and more attractive in size, Jackie felt that she might at-least would make some noise. So kept the sister bell back and picked up the Mother Jingle bell.

The Mother Jingle bell was so emotional seeing her children being whisked away one after the other by the mischevious boy. Now when her turn came up, she was like a full emotional baggage ready to explode. So when Jackie picked her up and tried shaking her to see whether she is making any noise, the Mother Jell not just made a noise, but she made a big sobbing wail, which was so unbearable to hear. Jackie could not bear the terrible (crying) sound that the Mother Bell was making, so he kept back the Mother bell back to the tree. Now almost restless and still a bit of curiosity lingering in him, Jack thought he would finally check on the father Bell. 

The Father Jingle Bell, who was silently watching all the spectacle-- unfolding in front of him, was it a fit of rage and anger on Jackie for making each of his family member cry. He was waiting for the most opportune moment to reprimand Jackie for his misdeeds. So when Jackie picked him up after putting back Mother Jingle Bell back on the tree, the Father Jingle Bell was waiting for the moment when Jackie would shake him to hear his sound. When Jack did that, the Father Jingle Bell, it all his might, made huge thunderous noise that Jackie ears hurt a lot and out of the sheer rudeness in the bell sound, he dropped the bell from his hand. The Father Jingle bell, came down with all his might and dropped himself very hard on Jackie's feet. Crying in pain, Jackie picked up the heavy Father Jingle Bell and put him back on the tree and ran home, vowing not to come back to the Christmas tree at all.

Seeing Jackie running so fast to his home, all the jingle bells felt very happy to be united again in the tree and lived happily ever after without any interference. 

Kids Story Index

Phewwww..... Certain things seems easy said than done..

Few days back I have been thinking, that I should take my writings more serious and start dedicating time for it on a regular basis, but it doesn't seem that simple for me, as I have embroiled myself into the same routine of kids care-home care-kids care-home care.....into the same visious loop again.... but today I decided that I will break myself from that routine and sit to do something on what I committed myself to do few days ago... start writing, particularly, kids stories which I have been creating and telling my toddlers for numerous times. It's easier to pick up writing theme which is so familiar and easy for me than something that I have lost in touch, and might find difficult to start with (initial writing hiccups).

This is the place one can come to look for list of kids stories in my blog. This will be an Index page of kids stories, with their links and story name for easy access and navigation. 

So, here's for my readers, the list of Interesting and Silly Kids Stories, which would sure be a good time pass for everyone. Happy Reading fellas....

Kids Stories - Index:

1. The Story of Jingle Bells
2. Anaconda and Dinasour
3. The Misplaced Tiger Family
4. Baby Monkey and its Missing Tail
5. Over Eating Bunny
6. Strange Friends - Dog and Cat
7. Mighty Kong and the Fragile Rabbit 
8. Kungfu Panda - The Master
9. Disguised Zebra
10. Jim Jim Dog and the Old Lady

Is it End of my Sabbatical???

I can't believe its happening...I have come back to this space after many many many years....after a lonnnnngggggg Sabbatical. 

It seems to me now...today.....like its time for my Sabbatical from writing has come to an end, finally.... although I though it never would. It has been years...really many years, since I have forgotten about this space, which I had created (which seems like another bygone era) for the sake of pursuing my writing interests when it was at its peak, those many years ago...slowly, the mundane life routines and priorities took over, first office work pressure, and then family especially Motherhood- my kids (who consume all my time even now) and finally the biggest obstacle - loss of interest due to lack of time... all of these have made my passion for writing take the farthest back seat possible, even better, chased my passion away from my mind. 

Well, I can make umpteen excuses, blame many personal circumstances, for not pursuing what was once my dream, but those are all just a reason to convince myself that It's all OK for me to not pursue, let alone achieve, my dream, for the usual and monotonous way of life.  I have always fancied and admired those women who are achievers (in any small or big way - they have made a difference from all the others), have proved to the world, that your dreams can come true, if you really work for it. But admiring other achievers alone will not help you to reach out to the place where you want to be. There has  to be first vision, second dedication and commitment, above all hard work to achieve what you want in life. Not to mention, the many hurdles and challenges one has to endure on their way to Success. My passion (Writing) was always on something which was very much accessible for me, even amidst of my day to day life. To achieve it, I needn't sweat myself in the hot sun, I don't need to travel across the globe, I don't need to sacrifice family time in a big way, In fact I don't  need to do anything out of the ordinary. All it requires is few minutes or hours on a regular basis to just sit in one place and start writing. Regular routine and practice of writing, will definitely help me improve and pursue what I want. 

My dream to become an Author (at least start as an ameture Writer) has been thrawted by my own inabilities and inconsistencies. It's time to say Good bye to this Sabbatical where I have gone into a self lazy and self excuse mode for a long time. Over the years, I am able to see through clearly, running a family always takes our substantial time, but those achievers out there, too have had families and taken care of their little one's and at the same time, struggled and worked hard  PARALLELY to make their dreams come true. Time is in abundance for achievers, but an excuse for losers. This is what I feel offlate. I can probably spare minimum half an hour on a regular basis to sit and write whatever I have in mind. Need not be a meaningful post. Let's say Speaking my Mind Out through words. Some scribblings and ramblings can still contribute to my dream of writing , keep my passion of writing in tact. 

So, Now I have decided, its time to end my sabbatical from writing, and come back to work on what was once my dream. If writing again, can ignite and rekindle my passion more, then its worth starting the second innings, even though I have lost touch with it for a long time.. 

But this time,  I need to remind myself time and again , that this space is solely for the purpose of my self satisfaction and not for the endorsement of others to accept me and my writings. So I have decided to just write...write...write...regularly for my own self. It can be anything - a story, a review, senseless scribbling, random thoughts, sharing experience etc etc...and now that my world has so reduced to attending to my tiny tots all the time, the best area where I thought I can start off, comfortably, without the big break coming its way, to crumble my confidence to get back, would be to translate all the bed time stories, which I have been narrating to my kids, based on their random choices (My girls ask for weird combo stories like tell me story of a tiger & mongoose, Gorilla & Monster, Lion & Porcupine, Giraffe & Mouse and Bingo, within seconds I would have made a silly story out of the random combo and start my narration) . These extempore stories have always made them very happy upon hearing. So to begin with, starting to write story for kids, I think will make me feel more relaxed and free and hope to give me that confidence to write (which I feel I have lost completely). 

With a sense of euphoria, am happy to end this sabbatical from writing and start afresh again.... I am wishing myself loads to keep me going. 

Good luck to me... Good luck for lots of self motivation to me...Good luck for lots of Perseverene to me... 

The mantra am going to keep chanting and repeat to myself from now on would be... "Keep Going, Don't give up this time" :)

Bajrangi Bhaijaan - A Movie Review

Bhajrangi Bhaijaan (in short BB) , the latest Salman Khan & Kareena Kapoor movie directed by Kabir Khan, got released during Eid (17-Jul-2015) and has not only been running successfully but also making and breaking many box office records.

Well, I would say, this movie deserves all that credit what it has been raking at the box office. BB is one of the most different movie that has been released in the recent times, touching upon the India-Pakistan relationship in a very sensitive and sensible manner. It is this acceptance of this sensitivity by the audience on both the sides of the border that has made this movie a big success not only in Indian but in Pakistan too.

The story is not so out of the ordinary. Pawan aka Bhajrangi (Salman Khan) is a devout Hanuman Bakth and leads a very honest and sincere life. He encounters a mute 6 year old girl in Kurukshetra, whom he calls Munni, who had lost her way in India. Salman after initial attempts of trying to handover the girl to Police and Embassy authorities, and saving the girl from clutches of human traffickers, finally takes it upon himself to unite the lost girl with her parents. Initially Salman assumes that the girl is somewhere from India, but when the girl at one point, reveals through gestures that she is a Pakistani and her parents are in Pakistan, it comes as a shock not only for him, but for the family of his fiancée Rasika (Kareena kapoor), with whom he is staying, especially this news doesn't go well with Kareena father, who is a Hindu fanatic and disagrees to keep a Muslim Pakistani child in his house, when the truth is out. The post interval takes us through the desert and the borders, where the hero travels length and breadth, endures physical assault and verbal accusations, from authorities of the other side. He is suspected of being an Indian spy and that lands him in more trouble in Pakistan. The only ray of hope for Salman in his quest to reach his goal is a Pakistani Journalist, who also initially misunderstands Salman and the little girl to be a spy but later realizes the good intent with which Salman has entered his country and helps him in this lone journey. Whether Salman manages to re-unite the girl with her parents and able to return back to India or not, forms the crux of the climax.

What really makes this movie different is that, it doesn't fall pray to the commercial elements of Bollywood cinema, there are no unwanted item songs, no unwanted fights, no (salman) body showing and no heroism (rather Salmanism) anywhere in the screenplay. Even though this is a Salman movie, the director has mellowed down his character and made him very relatable to any common man, without larger than life projection of the hero. So, that makes Salman so apt and convincible for his role. My !!!! My !!!! Salman has to be credited for still looking hot even in such a de-glamorized role like this and still makes you drool over his looks. Salman, in this movie has the potential to lure his non-fans to his side :)  The actor has actually given some good performance after a long time and not just relayed on his mass appeal and exaggerated heroic gimmicks. That has helped Salman strike gold. Salman chemistry with the little girl is more loveable than his chemistry with Kareena in this movie.

Kareena, has no great scope of performance in this movie, so nothing much to comment on her. She is literally forgotten in the post interval scenes, as she hardly makes any appearence and like any typical hindi movie, the heroine re-appears at the climax and makes her presence in the movie remembered. All she has done in this movie to perfection is that - she comes dressed well in all scenes, done a bit of dancing, smiled, loved and cared for salman and the little girl with right emotions.

Another hero in the movie, who has given equal competition for critical acclaim is the Pakistani Journalist, Chand Nawab, played by Nawazuddin Siddiqui. His introduction scene, where he does some series of bloopers, while recording a news coverage for his channel, is just a peek into the actor's fine acting skills, which we can see throughout the movie. His light hearted humor while talking to the Inspector while travelling in the jeep or his witty tackling of his so-called father-in-law in front of the police officer are enough to showcase what a natural actor he is. He takes over the story on his shoulder from Salman as we near the climax and he has done it to perfection.

BB has numerous reasons for its success, the bigger one is to the rich star cast. Despite of the biggies of the bollywood presence in the movie, who actually steals the show and emerges as the real star in this movie, is the little mute pakistani girl played by Harshali Malhotra. Her innocence and fresh looks just melts the audience hearts. Being a mute girl, for her age, she had a tuff challenge to emote through expressions and body language, which she has done with aplomb. She stays in your heart for a long time, even after the movie is over. Her emotional attachment to salman in this movie is so realistic, that it does make sense for a character like Pawan to goto any length to make this little girl happy.

Last but not the least, the caption of the ship, the director, Kabir Khan, from whose stable this blockbuster film has been released, deserves a Salute for giving a good cinema, which bollywood audience have been missing for a long time now. A movie with a strong emotional connect, interlooped with, realistic performances and solid story, has really made BB a deserving win at the Box Office. Whether Salman in the movie or not, this movie still would have been a big success, as it had not heavily backed on the star but the story. Any director movie with uncompramising story value, ought to be a box office hit. Bhajrangi Bhaijaan is a good example of that.

So, those wanting to enjoy a good cinema, whether you are Salman khan fan or not, just go and enjoy Bhajrani Bhaijaan, for a sheer pleasure of enjoying a quality cinema.

Telling you my Dreams

God knows its been how many years since I last looked into this space.....once upon a time, my big passion, what I called "Creative Exploration", for which I had taken all interest to create this blog and put my own content, seem to have become extinct now, to the extent, that I have completely forgotten that such a site exists, my site password, the URL to type to enter into this blog !!!! My goodness......it seems so ridiculously silly for me to think that I am so capable of forgetting my interests & passion for the sake of a mundane and monotonous life.


Well, actually thinking of it, I do have my own capabilities....I have juggled many tasks, both in office and home and spent most part of my day in engaging activities. I am happy and proud that am capable of being both a home maker and a career women, without compromising each other.
But that is not all.


I always believed that there is something beyond our usual routine, an out-of-the-ordinary behaviour/ habit/ character, that really makes each one of us unique and special and most importantly different from the rest. There are plenty of talents each of us have, if you think about it, when young, we might have excelled in any specific area like music, dance, sports, media, cinema, photography, extempore speeches/write-up, aristic hands etc,  but in the sad race to lead in our professional and personal lives, we often forget & ignore the talents that we dearly held close to us, as we grow up. Also the social and family pressures often redefine our priorities, that we invariably end up leading a life so different from what we had dreamt of, when we were young. Hardly few have the guts to follow their dreams, many succumb to social pressure and give up on them. In our society, Sucess is always relative to money/power/lifestyle that we lead....But it is not so. A real success to anyone is when they achieve their dreams and live their dreams, regardless of whether it is small or big.


If I really think deep about my dream, well I too have a dream, sorry, dreams....


Dream 1:
I really can't tell when, but I have nurtured secretly this thought of becoming an Author.....hahaha, don't laugh..it sounds funny to me too but I MEAN IT......may be I got influenced or should I say inspired by many authors whose books I have read over the span of a decade, which drew me towards the art of writing...I have always envied and appreciated any writer, however big or small...putting your thoughts to paper and making an impact out of it for your readers is not easily conceivable to all. So I always feel the writers are a supreme class of people, who can effectively touch your heart and mind being so many miles away and totally unknown to you, with this simple genius method of writing. Whether it is a Shakesphere or Leo Tolstoy or Sideny Sheldon or JK Rowling, when we read their work, if there is a tragedy we cry, if there is a war we fear, if there is a happy ending we rejoice, if there is a revolution, we too rise. A simple magic of a pen and a paper just empowers you, such is the power of writing...am truly intrigued by this art.  So here I am, dreaming to join that band wagon sometime in the future.


Dream 2:
I am a avid reader and a collector of good books(right now restricted to fictions only, but hoping to expand to other genres soon). May be in another two to three decades, if I continue this habit of collecting books, I may possibly claim to have enough collections to start a mini library for the public (especially children) to access. In this era of internet, whatzapp, facebook and other virtual games, children especially have forgotten the good habit of reading books. You may argue that everything is available on the internet, then why physical books are needed, agreed...but there are always health hazards associated with too much computer exposure. Kids need to stop using the virtual world too much and somewhere get connected to the real physical world.  Flipping each and every page of a book and reading it from its cover to the last page, is a sheer pleasure, only those who have done it can relate to it. I want to share my books and make children good readers. Books are after all the best companion one can have. If it sounds like a silly dream, let it be....but it is capable of opening the world of knowledge to the young minds. Academics alone doesn't make up knowledge, there are other far and wide knowledge which our physics, chemistry or math's doesn't offer. We need to look beyond them to gain that wordily wisdom and knowledge, and for that this library helps.


Yessssss, I have confessed my dreams, but just having dreams alone will not help...I need to try achieving them......having a library is something that needs to wait for some more years. But becoming an author, can happen sooner than the other, if I really try. This blog is the stepping stone for that dream, this is space to experiment my writing abilities. Many drops makes up an ocean. So small small writings, whatever it is, can take me step by step to my final destination. All it needs is practice, interest and determination. So, I have decided to bring this blog alive again. Write any damn thing that my mind tells me to, in this process am going to improve my vocabulary, slowly develop the art of writing and get some amateur experience too. If anyone is stopping by this article, wish me luck and support me by reading my work. But don't step there, you need to honestly criticize my work too. Critics are soul of a writer, without them, a writer is nothing....a critic can appreciate or dissect or mock or ridicule your work, but nonetheless, they are the one's who shape you as a better writer.


Wishing this journey to reach my dream destination doesn't stop due to social hurdles, If there is a will there is always a way. I will try to stay focused as much as I can. Going forward, there are going to be many articles - social  and political discussions, book and movie reviews, mini stories, casual ramblings and sweet nothings that I am going to write...It feels good to be back to writing after such a long gap...hope this "feel good" feeling doesn't stop just with me, but spreads to my readers too...


Happy writing to me and happy reading to you. Ciao soon..

Women - Victimized enough!!!

India being a Country having a very rich cultural heritage and boasting importance and worshipping of many goddesses from mythological times to the present is unable to prevent or save the modern women from various assaults, manhandle and injustice caused from all sectors of society in the modern times.


The political and the judicial system in India, has more favors for men than women , which goes so much out of the way to prove their innocence or enforce justice to men, who are framed as culprits on various abuses and assaults against women.

Unlike the mythological times where women are highly respected and worshipped, in modern India, women’s fight for her survival starts the moment she is out of her mother’s womb. Female infanticide is practiced in so many parts of India. Girl child is looked upon as a curse/burden in the family and are immediately thrown away into dustbin or killed by their own kith and kin. Even if the girl baby overcomes her hurdle of survival just out of the womb, she is not spared as she grows, a girl child basic rights are deprived when she is very young and she lands as domestic worker slogging till her last ounce of energy leaves her body & not to mention her mental and physical abuses she receives from her employer. There is no safety for a teenage girl on the streets and even in her own house in India. The Media screams of scores and scores of incidents where young girls are molested by unknown/known men/gangs on their way to home, malls, colleges/offices etc. Then comes the worst ordeal a women endures during her marriage in the name of extravagant dowry paid for the groom side and after marriage in the name of more dowry harassment. Money and material is valued more than a women’s life so much so, a married women is torched to death for not getting what her husband exorbitantly demands from her parent’s side. The atrocities doesn’t end there, daughters and daughter-in-laws of many household become prey to the man of their own home , for the most unbearable low act of a inhuman beast’s selfish lust and passion.

With all the above injustice meted out to women of any age, there is no proper justice given to the victims. Even if few traumatized girls come up in the open to seek justice for them, the money and power beholds the jurors and they get away from their demonical crime.

Inspite of so many social outcries by various social and activist groups, why is history repeated over and over again. Where is the mistake happening, Why cannot we save our own women in the country, what causes repeated barbaric attacks to women.

It all happens because of the mentality of men involved, it happens because of the political power and money backing such person, it happens because of the inadequate laws to condemn and punish such wrongdoers, it all happens because of the helplessness , fear and the inability of those women to fight the injustice , it happens due to the “I don’t care so long it doesn’t affect me” attitude of the society that witness all these atrocities committed against women, it happens because “we - the public” are forget the fact that law and order are equal to both the gender and women are in par with men.

The change to end these relentless biases toward women, should come within every man inside the family, the change should come within every men in the society, the change should come in every man to remember to see women as what she is and respect her. With respect comes love, with love comes attitude, with attitude comes character, and with character comes dignity. Treat women with dignity. She deserves it. Respecting Women will bring the change which the society much needs and make the place safer for a woman to live in whichever part of the world she is.

Naanga - A Movie Review

Naanga is a long walk down the memory lane of few college students who have studied together about 2 decades ago and how their life takes lots of twist and turns over the years. The present and the past are juxtaposed in each one’s life and show the stark realities of how dreams of youth and fate of life don’t cross path in most of our lives.



The story begins with one of the primary character Devi who recovers from Coma after 25 long years from her college days (way backy in 1985) and how upon hearing the news, all her close classmates (group of boys and girls) plan a re-union to commemorate her recovery and give her a new lease of life which she was deprived in her primary youth.


The movie is very realistic as it pictures the actual youthfulness, aspirations, dreams and priorities of college goers in the by-gone era. All the actors casted in the movie are new faces and hence there are no expectations set on their performance and hence their portrayal of witty, playful, fitful characters as winners, loosers, anguished youths is very convincible to the audience and they keep you floored from beginning to end. Atleast you don’t suspect any bit of overacting on either of their performance, which itself is a good reason to make the movie very much watchable.


Life is not always bed of roses, this one doesn’t realize when young. Like a fiery wind, college student life is boundless, filled with lots of confidence, arrogance, determination and preconceived notion that they can get what they want. But reality is way different and not all they explore gives desirable results, which is very well shown. Couple of fairy-tale love affairs which looks so simple with boy seeing girl & falling in love and vice versa takes interesting twist and turns and ends up tragic for reasons which are even more meaningful than their love and makes them a victim of their own desire knowingly or unknowingly making them helpless to fight for their right to love. Ofcourse, not all the young couple in love turn unlucky, there are few who get lucky too. But we need to wait and watch to see who wins and who looses.


The songs in the movie are not so impressive, but in fact become more an hindrance when the screenplay and the story is going very interesting. The title song alone captures your attention.


Naanga is surely a good entertainer and very much relates to every college goers. It is a good youthful subject with lots of youthfulness and enthusiasm. It is certainly worth the watch to remind the viewers, the memories of their college life.

Boredom – Revival to the long lost Passion

I was trying to while away some time as there wasn’t much for me to do and honestly didn’t know what to do next when I am having free time!!!

Agreed, if there is time, you have ample opportunity to do ample things, but what is the use when those ample things don’t come to your mind when have the luxury of endless time at your disposal. Nothing as boring as that!!! All the while I had the misconception that free time is fun time, actually it is not true, and anyone who has walked my shoes will be able to tell that.

Having so much free time actually bores you, not because you don’t have much choice, it just that you are unable to pick up the right choice and make effective use of the time. One moment I find browsing entertaining, the other moment reading is more engaging, the very next minute gazing around seems fun, but all these quick successions of choices becomes very uninteresting no sooner than you pick the options. When I am illusioned that the other option is always better than my current one, I don’t find myself engaging in any productive activity. With no fixed mind and no fixed focus on what to do, the end result is I find whatever I am currently doing as the most uninteresting job and that gives way to boredom. Boredom has more psychological effects on me – it tends to make me slightly depressive, disillusioned, disoriented and what not. It makes me feel very low at times.

Best way to fight it out I feel is just stop it from taking control of me and just focus, focus on One Single thing (multi-tasking here is of no help) that could evade my thoughts from boredom, it could be anything, just reading a page from a book, or listening to meaningful music, writing anything that comes to my mind, closing my eyes and meditating, investing time on creativity etc etc. Concentrated focus of any one job seems to help tackling boredom a to a good extent.

Though this is a meaningless article, while writing am happy that am able to concentrate and pen down my thoughts of how I feel right now which makes me feel much better and happy that boredom actually helped me productively by commiting my thoughts to paper and finally make me write back again….writing now has brought back the same zeal of energy and enthusiasm which I felt (seems like) eons back, when I had this passion for writing which slowly sublimed due to various unacceptable lame excuses I gave myself from pursuing from the passion that I long held…….

Boredom in my case, acted like a stimulant kindling the long lost passion in me. Once in a while it is worth getting bored if it benefits me. Hoping this new journey on the path of creative writing which I deserted long time back, unleashes exciting experience and experiments which would develop me into a “better” ameateur writer.