MODERN-DAY SURPANAKHA

Recently a politician remarked comparing badly dressed women to the mythological character Surpanakha. Who is Surpanakha? Surpanakha, a character from Valmiki’s Ramayana, a demoness in her literary portrayal, sister of the mighty Ravana. Personally, one of the greatest Shiva bhakts, demon-brahman, highly knowledgeable, and a great scholar, Ravana has always been an object of mystery…

Haunting of Heritage: FEAT- Golconda!

So, this started as a college trip. Hyderabad & conservation & city evolution study & what not; so basically a lot of energy, enthusiasm & of course hormones! [majority of our batch is girls & whiny guys, hence.] Graduation trips were always tourist kind & we literally took them for granted; [now we feel like…

WITHERED NIGHTS

IMAGE CREDITS: http://www.wpnature.com Its raining outside; I can see through that tiny sliver, that hole in the roof. Dim dull sky with a silver outline pouring its heart out. It feels like the world has come to a standstill & I am alone in my solitude. I hear it…Slow patter of the rain drops drumming…

DARK LUST – the other side…

IMAGE CREDITS: http://www.efictionindia.in I watched my world crumble & shatter in front of my eyes. The dream that I bore, the light of the future that seemed so bright, the spirit of love, all fell apart. One night, changed my life. I wish I could turn back the clock and bring the wheels of time to…

From the TINY window of LIFE !

AS I PEER THROUGH THE TINY WINDOW, I SEE SOME BARS BARING MY VISION, A LITTLE RUSTY & A LITTLE DIRTY, BUT THIS SEEMED TO BE THE ONLY WAY OUT…   GLANCING FROM ONE END TO ANOTHER, I TRIED TO LOOK BEYOND; A LITTLE FRAGRANT & A LITTLE FOUL, THE WORLD LAY BEYOND!   IF…

Journey from ‘just’ to ‘most’!

Every once in a while, Every now & then, There where the sun rises, The country side houses; Out set to walk, The little chicken, Last of its lot, Frizzy & faulty, Tumbled to fall. Left back alone, The little chick fell apart, Struggled to get up, But again, to fall; Down went the sun,…

“A note to the out-caste – A letter to myself”…

Image Credits – www.qudsiamall.files.wordpress.com   This is a letter, not to the past me or the future one but the present me who gets let down often by demotivating spirits haunting her enthusiasm. the me that tries to fit into the cube of the society despite being a cone. Everybody has the right to have opinions….

Light in the dark!

A woman on the local train, Tattered clothes & messed manes, Wiped an infant’s face with a torn dupatta, Discoloured of sweat & hard work, Son seemed a little reluctant, As she offered him a the boggie to play around, The little toddler jumped her way, On the seats she swayed with gay, The little…