Happy Diwali?

Well, most of you know that we celebrate Diwali for the arrival of Lord Ram, Laxman and Sita from a 14 year long exile back to Ayodhya. I have been celebrating Diwali for all these years merrily, lighting diyas, burning crackers despite all the environmental hazards. But this year something is bothering me. I am sorry if I do not put this clearly as I am myself unclear about what and how I am going to say this.

So my question is we celebrate the come back of the Lords to their palace but has anyone ever thought that just after their return Lord Ram disowns his wife on a pretext of a common man who thinks Sita was not pure enough to be a Queen. Has it never occurred to anyone that it is more of a celebration of an denigration of a woman. I mean how can anyone define purity of a woman? How could a man disown his wife? How could he do it when she was pregnant with his children? How were the rules and powers of a king suddenly more important than the promises to a wife? So suddenly all the love vanishes and the authority of being a king comes in power?

I am sorry to have bothered you with these questions and also if I have spoiled your Diwali with such questions but I had to speak this out, somewhere!

Despite all of these I do not intend to damage the fun so here’s to everyone who is reading this – A very happy Diwali and a prosperous year ahead. May the coming years do not have such actions which make people question them. May the future do not put down the integrity of any human being male or female. May all our lives be as bright as it could be.

PS: Even if I am a bit clear to anyone I’d be glad.

PPS: This post would mean something to you only if You believe in God and if you don’t; Well, a happy diwali to you too. 🙂

Phenomenal women


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.


I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.


Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can’t see,

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style,

I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.


Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

The plam of my hand,

The need of my care,

‘Cause I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

-Maya Angelou


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A Mesmerizing Night!

It was 2 in the morning and we had just returned to our cottage after performing for a show. Everyone was drenched with tiredness and cravings for the bed were too tempting to resist and yet I was there deprived of sleep, restless and wanting to go out into the open air. I was choked with people and all I wanted was to breathe in isolation. (Too many people in a single room is not my cup of tea)

So there I was silently treading into the hallway. My shushed steps and the fortunately hinged door did not awake anyone but there he was sitting on the stairway listening to music, as if he was there waiting only for me.

Instantly, he put off his earphones and gave me the most beautiful smile that I had seen in a really long time. There were no words and as if it was already assumed, I sat there across him tugging at my scarf.

It was dark. The whole cottage was dark and the only possible light was the moonlight. Honestly, I am not exaggerating any bit of it. The light was barely enough to know who the person is and yet it was more than enough for me. And no, it was not a full moon night 😉

We started talking and we talked and only talked the entire night. We laughed, we made fun of people, we shared our stories and suddenly I could see his face more clearly smiling at me. Well, it wasn’t radiance that came abruptly; it was the sun!

We talked till sunrise and even after that. None of us moved, none of us wanted to leave, at least I think of it that ways and we chattered even more till we expected people to wake up and notice us.

Somehow all the grogginess of the previous day did not matter, what our friends were doing did not matter; all it mattered was the present where I was smiling and making the most of it. I was happy.

I do not know what it was. It wasn’t any bit romantic but after a long time there was someone who made me realise I am not that bad a person, even I could be easy going, even I could be a person with whom someone could share his feelings, that I could be a friend too.

I am glad to have him as a friend and scared too for losing him since I have always lost people that I have cared for. And so with a heavy heart I stood up from there not wanting to leave. But I knew that I had to walk away. The sun had risen. The night was over and it was time to return to the reality.

PS: If only I could tell this to him, all I want is to thank him for being there that night and for being there as my friend when most of the people I know think of me as a selfish and self-centred person. I am super bad at expressing myself to others so I am doing it here.

Dear friend, Thank you from the bottom of my heart and I love you for this, also I hope this is not some random friendship for you as it really means something to me.


“I have faith in God!

I have faith in my guardian angel who brought me here and who stays here with me.”


I do not remember where I read this but this has stayed with me stuck on a post it, above my study for a few years now. And when I am down this sure pulls me up. It’s difficult to always have that faith but once I try and believe in it I just leave everything on I don’t know, destiny?

Cogito Ergo Sum. ["I think Therefore I am"]

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