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“Paneer tikka!” she said in pure excitement. Nivedita was a foodie and loved our great Indian cuisine,she was asked by her husband about what she would want to eat on a Sunday. 20 mintues later she came up with this reply.Her husband asked her to order the same from the app present in her mobile phone. After a disappointed look and a brush through her hair,she picked up the phone and opened a online food app. The order was placed for two. The couple was hungry at first,but became “Hangry“ which is apparently a new slag for Angry plus Hungry,when they were handed the package by the delivery boy. Nivedita went furious and shouted on the delivery boy quite brutally. Though she was not a person who would do that but seeing her Paneer tikka’s in this condition made her fuming in anger for the same. The parcel was not in a good condition,she picked up the phone and dialled the number of the restaurant. She told them she wanted the refund,they asked her if she would accep

Shishir always had a liking towards Bharatnatyam and had left his CA studies for the same.He came from a very orthodox family and decision was not much appreciated in his family.Apart from all the odds,he thought to himself he would not give up upon the artform. He wanted to move out from Gwalior,a much smaller city in comparison with the metropolitan city. He decided to open a dance academy of his own,short on investment he found a place that was originality the old garage of his house which was of no use since ages.People,friends,neighbours and family everybody would mock at his idea of belief.However,Shishir was very adamant in what he wanted from life. He sold of his scooty in order to have a fund for his classes and pamphlets of the same. On the days that followed,he would stand outside schools and distribute the pamphlets to them,some would take them others would not even look at him. Sometimes he did it outside parks,the mall and gardens too. One day,he was called

At the times of Mahabharata Shikandi was given prime importance in the battlefield of Kurukshetra. Being a eunuch,she was chosen for the important task of turning fate of events.She was the one and only who was responsible for the Bhishma pitamah Devrath to succumb to death that to on a bed of arrows.Shikandi was respected by everyone and was the choice of Lord Krishna himself for this tedious task. We as humans have crossed Era’s since that time and have evolved from bow and arrow to pistols and guns but what we are misleading at is the respect Shikandi was given at the battlefield. As times have changed,we see ourselves being distant from what our ancestors had taught us. Today,the tansgenders in our country are fighting for a basic right to live and survive in their own motherland. They need to prove themselves at every counter that offer them any support in return. How are they so different from what we are? I know what you must be thinking but that’s not being a m

Just like any other day, I was sitting on the sofa at in my living room and watching a video on Youtube, then another and another in a row until a point when I found a video that was related to finance. My first thought was "why am I watching this?" And the second thought was " what's the harm ?" Maybe I get to learn something. After about 3.56 seconds, I heard a line of the speaker and it fascinated me to the point that I want to write it in my diary. The video was in our national language, so I began to write it in Hindi. And I soon realized that I don't know how to write "financial" in Hindi. I was confused about the spelling. I wrote it on  a piece of paper that was kept simultaneous to my diary on the blue table. But I was still not sure. I paused the video and tried to right Hindi 'varnamaala' just to test my vocab in the language I fumbled after the third 'vyanjan'. I got a bit skeptical if it was "gha" or &qu

Maybe she was missing the caressing of people in the city or maybe she was the only one who had the time to think about the loneliness too much. Some of the colleagues also tried to take her to café’s,pubs and human libraries.She enjoyed initially but wasn’t able to find the connect she had lost in the train to Mumbai in the long run. This very thought came to her mind and she determined herself to finally take a leave from work and visit the holy place..her home. Sitting in the train of Banaras she felt more and further more relaxed. It was midnight when an old lady entered her coach and settled on the berth opposite of hers.She had a Murakami book in her hand which got our girl interested in exchanging words with her. She-hie,you read Murakami? Her-yes,very much.The odds in his books make me intrigued to read them. She-I used to love reading murakami back in the days,now I don’t get enough time from work. Her-o!where do you work?you hail from Mumbai itself? She

The fact that she could not get out of the cab and dance in the rains made her miss her home in Banaras. A small city full of holy river and unholy people but sweet people. The place Pandit and Murari took birth and continue to live till eternity,where the pujari of the temples were itself considered god and their ashirwaad was equal to of the ones residing inside the mandir. Choti was very much happy in her small world in banaras but destiny took her away from the place and placed her in a agony of Mumbai,where she happened to be an intern in a magazine publishing company. Her original plan was to get her Msc done and get setteled soon but her love for photography took her someone else. Everybody in the dismay city of lights have a journey of their own.Some have it quick some have it late but there is a sure fruit of struggle on everyone’s lap the day you take a chance to stand up on the platform of Churchgate. Back in banaras,she had the privilege of cleaning up the

Long gone are the days when marriages used to come with a range of certain terms and conditions. Recently,someone in my building got married and the bride was welcomed very warmly into her new house. Day before yesterday everybody from our building was present in the wedding.She was the kind of bride who danced the most on her wedding and probably ate the most too! She was a very happy chirpy bride,just like every other bride in todays age should be! And today morning,I saw her going to the office in a beautiful white and red saree with her husband casually dressed in black and green checked shirt,she was handed over the tiffins by her Mom-in-law just like her mother would used to do a decade ago. She very cordially hugged her new mom and then touched her feet.The mom kissed her left cheek and bid bye to her. The husband was now jealous about the love being shared. With long springy feet she moved towards the bike,hopped on it and went to work with dear hubby. W

You know you need a change in things,people,perspectives,situations,solutions..when the end result is not happiness,when it comes with an insight of questions that you develop after a particular thing is done. I remember when I was in 10 th and had my   board exams ahead of me,in the month of January I attended a wedding party and met couple of people. Some of them being uncles of different shapes and sizes.I happened to sit in the room they were settled in for a bit and after a casual conversation they began talking about boards.One of them said he was passed by giving black money to the institution the other one said he was caught cheating,was taken to another room and despite he was the culprit and should have been punished he was allowed to openly cheat in that room. Some were boasting about their high marks and the quotes responsible. And soon there was a huge ruckus about the whole situation of board exams and its results.Also putting a light onto the authencity of th

She was 15 minutes late for the audition,she thought to herself as she looked at the door.She had to”push”in order to get in.There were 16 girls sitting in a row straight,some of them were very dressy,the other ones were trying to be one.Nidhi went ahead and sat next to one of the girls who was eating a chip chocolate biscuit and her lipstick was embarked on the half of it.Casual hi,hello’s took place between them and Nidhi was back to looking into the compact mirror she had in her left hand.This was the nth number of times when she was asked “you are a lefty?”.She wanted to give a sarcastic reply but she smiled instead. Soon,a tall guy with multiple wire like things around his neck came upto them and started distributing a series of pages to all of the 16 girls. Those were the lines they had to act upon. Nidhi was given the lines of a murderer in the scene,yes the murderer..a pity soul who kills people. She was practicing her lines while brushing her hairs and she got so ang

“vasing” Tushar wrote on his notebook, according to him washing soda was not “washing “soda but “vasing soda”,he was in class 10 th but his mind was stopped as if he was in class 3 rd .The only thing preceding was his height and attitude. Nobody in the class not even the teachers now bothered to register if he was present in class or not. The parking guard was still considerate though because of the 10 rupees he would get to park his bike. The only reason people used to tolerate him was because of his performances in inter school matches and regional ones.He was fairly well in sports specially football. Kicking an entity was his beloved hobby,everybody found him to be arrogant rude and misbehaving who would never bother about his studies. That’s because nobody knew he would misbehave with people because he wanted an ego boost,an ego boost for satisfying his sadness within and ignorance he felt at home. Only son of a businessman had paid a lot for when his mother left th

Want a cup of coffee? Asked his colleague looking at him from over the laptop.He reacted by saying “no”,looking again at the screen where he was trying to watch the balance sheets of the company he worked for. He looked very robotic and almost like out of emotions,like a non human! This 9 to 5 job which was practically 8 to 7 sometimes 7:30,thanks to the Bangalore traffic,was taking a toll on him. The account being credited with x number of amount each month had taken away almost everything from him.He would often think about quitting his job but food on his table daily would stop him from doing so.What would he do?if he quits?Read?Write? Where can he find a place that would provide him with money to do so? He never did any such learning in order to write something professional nor was he aware that he is exceptionally good in it until one day he was appreciated by one of his teacherin college and then his friends.It was the last year of college and switching career was no

Komal looked at her face in the mirror,tears started to appear into the sides of her eyes.Her burnt cheeks were the representation of her burnt desires.On the day of her ring ceremony she was attacked   by the fire crackers mercilessly.The mother,brother and Komal,the family of three were now tensed about the outcomes that may follow.It was a proper arrange marriage set up and it had a probable possibility that the groom would take his steps back from the association or Komal would be criticized by the in-laws.She was taken immediately to the hospital and was treated.Back on the same day,they had no clue what was proposed to happen and all were celebrating,dancing and enjoying the occasion that’s when a fellow cousins son demanded to burn crackers.Firstly it was a “no” from her mothers side but people around them convinced her as he was a harmless child of 7 years and had an innocent request. Everything was pretty until the rocket decided to go and meet his co-mates and direc

After several attempts I could I was terrible in maths in high school and had to join a coaching classes. The classes were near my house so walking for that much distance was ok for me. My maths however did not improve but I was made famous in the coaching by the vision of several students. One day I was late for class and was scolded by Sir very harshly. Throughout that particular class I was numb and couldn’t concentrate on any of the numericals being solved on the screen. However,once the class was over and students started to leave I was held back by my teacher and he told me very politely that wishes to see me everyday in alter condition he doesn’t feel the push to teach the students as I bring a wave of fresh air in the class. Now, I was horridly confused if he was actually praising my work because that my answer test sheets wouldn’t suggest or he was just comparing me to a commodity that help pleasant up a room! That day I did not say anything, gave him a quick smil

This one time he was asked by his classmate about his girlfriend,Karuna was the name he could think of.Flashes of the times he spent with her started surrounding him in his loneliness.He remembered how she used to be angry on him when he used to misplace the caps of pens,how she cared for him when he got a cold.He had it that day too.After the class, he decided to call her but was surprised when someone else picked up the call. He asked him"Who is this? " "Who r u!? "Came the response. "Karuna kaha hai!? "She is busy with some stuff" "And you? " "M her boyfriend". Ankit just hung up the call abruptly,anger and sadness crept onto his heart suddenly. He thought to himself"She should have told me atleast!!" And he erased her number from the phone diary. Later that day, Karuna called him and they had a huge fight regarding the other guy. "Tum bata nahi sakti thi mujhe? " "But he lied to you, he is

On day, as they were warming up in the park Karuna saw two men pacing towards them. Unsure of the intention she signalled Ankit,he too was clueless.Soon the guys came and stood near Ankit. Before Ankit could say a word tgey started to bash him,confused and shocked Karuna took a step back only to pounce on them the moment later. He grabbed the elder one's collar and gave him a tight punch on his face.Ankit stood there dumbstruck. The other one, took a back step himself and started shouting "Isi ne kaha tha To fight with him because of a dare. " Karuna pushed him on the floor and began beating him up until he confessed that he liked Karuna and wanted to sue Ankit in order to get hold of her. She was more upset of the fact that they tried to harm Ankit and she angrily spoke"How dare you thought of doing any such thing with him!? Do you know who he is!? He is..." And there was silence. She didn't leave him until he was apologetic of his misdeed. The f

With a Jerk,he woke up and looked outside the window Bangalore the board stated. He got up,picked up his rucksack and managed to get out of the train. As soon as he kept his foot onto the floor,he slipped and the bag fell from his left shoulder.What a welcome!he thought to himself,he already started to miss his hometown "Agra",city of love.Just 2 days prior he got his offer letter from the company and was thinking of his independent life now away from home.Brushing his thoughts aside he bent down to pick up his bag and heard a familiar voice "koi nayi novel kyu nahi rakhte ho bhaiya aap!? " He picked up his bag and turned. There she was standing near a book stall holding a book in her hands,Bangalore winds were responsible for her free flowing hair and her dupatta was slipping of her shoulders again and again.She finally gave in,took the dupatta,draped it around her waist and tied a knot. She then,grabbed her hair made a bun of it and secured it with a rubber