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Why?

There are too many things going on in my head. I want to say a lot of things. No actually, there is a lot to write about. But for now I want to discuss to two things.

The first is the case of incest-rape that has rocked the city. We all hooo’d and haa’d about the Fritzl case last year. And as usual most of us thought something like this cannot happen here.

But it did. The father and this so called tantrik raped the elder daughter for nine years and then turned on to the younger daughter. The mother kept mum and was ok about all this because apparently her husband allowed her to have an affair with the Tantrik. Then the tantrik goes on to say that he will get the younger one married to his son and not the older one because she has been used too many times? WTF!

What is going on? Were they thinking at all? So now we are not safe in our own houses and around our parents? It is a horrid thought. Unfortunately even though they are arrested, they can hire lawyers. Why? Isn’t it enough what the…

SCM

[More tales for Anachronism and all us SCM Dollies!]The very mention of Shilpa Shetty floods my head with memories of my journalism classes at SCM.  One could say we expected to learn a lot and pass out as journalists or at least someone who would strive to make a difference.  Well nothing of that sort has happened yet!!!  And ‘can it happen’ is a big question!
Our faculty list consisted of crème de la crème of the journalism world.  Or at least we thought so.  We had S P, P.J and K.S [Note: the names have been changed for my own safety].
I remember that S P had just won the Magsaysay award and our HOD was going gaga over him. He is and was big. Plus he sure is good at what he does. His classes were not meant to be bunked. People from different departments came to attend the class and listen to him. I, like everyone else in class was in awe of him.
We sat like bright eyed girls who tried to take in every little bit of what he had to say.  It began with rural India, moved to Lakme Fashion…

Confessions of the heart broken...

Is it time yet?No. Wait.Wait, for I have Still to hold your hand.To feel the warmth,To connect toMy soul again.My soul seethesWith desire.A desire, soStrong.ToHold you close.To smell theFragrance of yourHair.

Nothing....

'Ignorance is bliss'-- this is such a contradictory statement. Most of the times I would say 'rubbish!'. But now I feel I should have stayed away.
So many questions arise in my mind. How will I tackle this? What should I do? Nothing. I can do nothing about this. Worst of all I always knew it would never stop. How can I trust someone? Can Ieven do that? I am at a stage in life where I have stability. My love life is wonderful. Work is stressful but at least I have one. Things at home are good too.
Then why did this have to happen when I thought, finally things are going to be ok. No more pretence. It will be what it is. No lies. Just being normal. But now this seems like the norm.
I know I can't do much. So I wont. I wish I can just stay away in future.

Bathtub

[confessions of a derelict mind]
I sit at the edge to watch the once empty tub being filled. The water seems to have a mind of its own, seeping into every little cranny. It seems to keep me waiting. And waiting some more. The levels rise slowly. Slowly spreading all over to cover every little space inside the tub. 
The tub is sparkling white, ceramic and cold. Every ripple is visible. The dent caused by the gushing tap is visible. The subtle yellow of the light bulb is visible. But my reflection seems to be lost. The sound of the water drown my weeping heart. Vapours rise. They rise above the tub to permeate in the chill of the bathroom. I step into the hot, almost scalding water. I sit first and rest my face on my knees as the chill within me thaws. The gushing stops as the tap is shut. 
I stretch my legs and lower myself into the water. The mirror on the wall is foggy. My reflection has walked out on me. The water is lies still and me too. I can see it running over my body to cover eve…

reghquhgngjgn....

I am tired. I am always tired these days. My sleep debt is way too much. I don't feel fresh or happy at all. I want a break. I seem to want a break always. I want to travel. I want to see places. DAMN! I am not sure what I am doing right now. I have tonnes of work and can't seem to get much done. I have deadlines to catch up to too!


I hate my job right now but need the paychecks. I want to write more and more. But that is not happening either. I am not sure why I am saying all this. I am stuck in a pathetic situation. Everyone I met yesterday at the fest have finally planned to do what they want to. What stopping me now I have no clue. I just hope I see a light soon.

Ignore me if you like!