Vintage Point

 Raju, a boy of 4 th standard used to love eating halwa and would request her mother to make some of it everyday. Sadly, she would forget to make it everyday too! Likewise, Raju would skip studying for his upcoming exams and would wait for the fortnight of the exam to study. Irritated by this behaviour of his, his parents would ask him to study bit by bit everyday but all their suggestions would go in vein. Raju would always respond with a sense of pride that he would complete the entire syllabus in just one night before the exam. Seeing this pattern of behaviour which Raju exhibited, his mother came up with a solution. She made a huge amount of “ gajar ka halwa ” and gave it to Raju to eat, she even warned him about the quantities of it.  Belittled by the fact, he ignored what his mother saying and he started eating the desert. Midway, his health started to deteriorate but baffled by the smell and taste of the desert, he continued to eat it but by the end of it he started to suff

  Knowing of a person living nearby, who had just cracked being an actual Chartered Accountant made me proud as I saw her with a beam of pinaka smile on her face. Her parents had all the right reasons to cheer for her victories.   Among many other stories of all previously failed attempts stood out this one where to she actually cracked the exam with flying colours! There were also other stories being told by her parents while of the time she was going through this tough phase of her life. The one which caught most of my attention happened 2 years back.. At the age of 25, marriage proposals started coming for her and she started putting all of them down with utmost poise and grace giving the reason of becoming the C.A. she wanted to be first! Soon after her parents started doing the same thing, they turned down alliances stating the most obvious physical fact that their daughter dreamt of achieving more than being just a house wife. I liked this story in particular among the othe

Today as i was waiting for my vaccination turn to arrive outside the centre, seeing numerous vehicles passing by on the road. Mischarged by the heat and sleep deprived me was sitting in my car like a potato bag and cursing each and everything that had happend odd in my life since morning. only then i saw an old man trying to pull his cart full of tomatoes in the same scorching heat as me. Funnily enough, he was much more patient and calm than i was in my air conditioned car,  Though he looked so fragile to me and my mental reflex action was to help him push the cart. while i was jugling with the thought i saw him suddenly stop, turn towards his right and fold his hands in a namastey fashion. just then my eyes caught attention of the temple right infront of me which i had happen to miss out on because of my beautiful air conditioned miseries! At first i felt ashamed and then like a student, the student whose lesson was given to her by the tomato man. Just like me, there were several oth

As much crazy and stupid you are, My love for you grows by each passing minute and the process of it varies from extremities. Sometimes it’s your words that make me love you more, sometimes it’s your laugh that swipe away my carpet of senses below from the feet and makes me go gala over you. Sometimes it’s also my anger towards you which makes me realise how important you are for the life to be happily lived. An amalgamation of all my emotions are the witness of what you are to me! I don’t know yet why I am writing this to you, for you, maybe because I don’t have much to do right now or maybe because I am missing you right now. So much kilometres apart from you I can still smell the fragrance you have, the smell of you when your eyes shine, when your hands work or when your lips touch a cigarette. As much as I hate you when you smoke a cigarette it does turn me on when you do so.  Amongst the hate, love, urge to meet you, the respect, appreciation, understanding, trying to

Father loved me a lot, he is crying, there is blank spaces in his life now. All he wanted was me and I am not there. Mother is lifeless, she doesn’t know what to do next. She is blaming everyone that I died but not me, she loves me. She loves me dearly. All I could think was of my Family. The person I claimed to love didn’t cross my thoughts. Why? I am dead! And I don’t think about him. I didn’t wanted to be with him when I knew it was my last breath. All I could remember was, the family, their grief and how they would survive without me. Relatives would think I was a nice person, they cry too. I am lying just there, lifeless and I am no more. All the thoughts, pain and emptiness has come to an end. The body I have been fighting for since a child is gone. Nobody is there to listen, nobody is there to see. I am alone and of no existence to people; to the ones who gave me birth, to the ones who gave me Love. All these years the people I have been thinking about, they didn’t cross my m

Back in the days what ten year olds used to do was eat, play, climb the trees, run while having no sense of what to wear and how. What then was appreciable was a smile decorated on their souls. The simpler times, the “us” times.. not just “me or you” times. Why am I saying like that? A few days ago I was alone and bored at the Airport and desired to jog around the gate numbers solely for the entertainment purpose. I witnessed many brands side lined that costs you a bomb. While crossing a jewel shop I saw a bunch of small girls standing near the newspaper stand and whispering something to each other. I gave a quick smile to them, thought to myself “ kids, what an amazing life they have!..” and moved forward . Or should I say tried to move on because I was keen to know what childish talks they were clinging onto. And luck supported me as whole heartedly as the tassel of my stole got stuck among the jarring lines of the same stand. 5 Minutes or Close Later… I am moving