Challenge Accepted..!!

I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face.


She is fair, a small mark on her right cheek, though not visible. But her fair skin is turning pink and slowly red; red with anger, red with rage.

She has a fluffy and sharp eyebrow. Just as it was suppose to be, giving her eyes a beautiful and lustrous look. Her eyes, big and wide, hazel brown in color; cute yet cunning, bold yet beautiful, shy yet audacious, talkative and yet tight lipped.

Her eyes speak a lot; tells me about her anger, about her grief. Slowly her eyes too have only one color and that is red. I see controlled tears in her eyes now.

She is a very strong girl. Despite everything she has tried to control her tears. But now they need to come out. Only then can she restart everything. She does not wipe, even a drop of tear, does not even utter a word, the only thing she does is grips onto her dress as if she augments strength from it.

There is no consolation to her. She does not even want anyone. There are three quarters of people in her life. One, that will not understand her. Two, with whom she cannot share everything, and three, with whom she wants to share everything but they are unavailable for her.

It has been an hour, but she is in the same position, upright, rigid, crying, but still silent. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks, but her mind is still wandering about the day’s tragedy, the insult, the talk, the challenge by her own people. She has become as rebellious as the sea. She will not calm down unless and until she proves herself and wins the accepted challenge, answers for her insult and has her own say.

She will not calm down now. I still see her in the mirror. I know mirror always reflects perfectly. Mirror makes no mistakes. She is rigid and rebellious, firm and forceful, stubborn and self willed. She will win the challenge.

But still she is crying. Tears have not stopped. But she is firm in her decisions. She is unmoved.

PS: Is it so much of a trouble for men/society to respect women?

Good Bye

She came to my house on my birthday. She surprised me with her presence and her brother’s and I was ecstatic, over powered. Her visit was a birthday present from my mother and I could not thank her enough.

Ever since her arrival I talked to her every single day telling her how my day was, what happened at work, what did I eat for dinner and even my silly fights with anyone. She seemed to enjoy my blabbers; I cannot say it for sure as she wouldn’t speak her mind in words for me. And honestly I did not mind it often, I was just happy there was someone who would listen to me at the end of the day, even when the lights went off and the noises seemed to sojourn. She was there, always.

Her brother is the naughty one and he is staying. We did not jell up well for from the moment he entered my house he was a pain for my dad and me. But anyhow I am pleased for there will be someone, instead of no one.

And so I bid adieu to Cecilia for we will never meet again. Cecilia, my fish has gone and I had to bid her adieu.



The Sunshine Blogger Award

I started blogging exactly 20 days ago and this is my second award nomination which only means that people here have been truly generous towards me and my blogs. A big thank you to PoeticW@rrior for nominating me in this one.

The Rules:

  1. Thank the person that nominated you.
  2. Answer the questions from your nominator.
  3. Nominate fellow bloggers you follow.
  4. Give them 10 questions to answer.

My Nominees

Answers to questions from my Nominees

  1. What do you prefer; Shopping or Movie?_____Movie
  2. Are you an extrovert or an introvert?_____ambivert
  3. You’ve won 1 million US-Dollars but can’t keep it for yourself – what would you do with it instead?______donate it to the women NGO
  4. If time-travels were possible, would you travel?______ NO
  5. Who brings smile on your face the moment you see them? (apart from parents, of course) _____The TV series F.R.I.E.N.D.S
  6. What kind of super-power would you like to have? (like invincibility, telepathy, flying e.t.c_ _______I know I cant have it so do not want any.
  7. Do you watch anime? If YES, Which one is your favourite one?
  8. If you could start your own TV Series – what would it be based on?_____Two best friends struggling with growing up
  9. What are your favourite pass time hobbies?_____Reading
  10. Do you have a secret crush on someone? Yes or No?____________No

Bonus Question; What is your message to the world?______________

Just live your life, big, small, happy, sad, rich poor, however just live it. Life is too small to have regrets.

I look forward to reading your answers, though you are under no obligation to accept this.

Questions for my readers:

  1. What made you start writing on wordpress?
  2. Where do you get your inspiration from?
  3. What would be your favourite TV show?
  4. hobby?
  5. Your favourite book of all time?
  6. Your favourite quote or saying or even a proverb?
  7. Life mantra?

Thanks again. looking forward for your answers.

PS: I have changed my blog address from iammiradh.wordpress to I hope there would be no further confusion regarding this.



What I think v/s what I say

My mind: oh my God, I am really in trouble. What am I going to do about my job, about my studies, about my life?

Me: oh! I am fine.

My mind: the world is so complex, if only I could understand its elements. That would be so nice. Has God really lived a life of human? Who was the first human being in the planet? How come no one else has any doubts about anything and I keep wondering stupid questions about earth and planet and stuff?

Me: oh no! It’s okay! Everything is simple; I know Adam and eve were the first humans on planet.

My mind (when reading a book): oh my! This character is so intense. She is always confused and falls in love with almost every other person. She is so strong that her words might just fashion holes in your heart. I am in love with this character; I wish I could be just like her. I could do anything to be like her. If only I would have the patience like this woman, oh well but I don’t. So is it possible that I remain single all my life unlike her? Oh no! That can’t be I will do all my best to be the best like her. I will be strong and adamant, confident and, and whatever she is, but I will not fail. Sure I will not.

Me: oh this character is so beautiful and strong, I wish I could be like her.

Well, I think you get what I am trying to say. Can any of you relate to this? Please tell me. Or is it only me that do things like these? I wish I could dredge up something more from my memory but I can’t. This is the most that I could remember and recall. But is it too difficult to remember everything? I mean every time I am in a fight I would ponder about saying things like this. !$#%$^Y^**&(^&^#$# but would end up saying something like <”?>. oh if only I could do something better.

Sometimes I would think of writing about something and in my mind there would be 10 thousand thoughts and judgments but what I’d end up writing would be a small and rudimentary article on the topic.

Oh dear, help me.

PS: I think this is some small joke played on us 😉

Image: google

Monday Morning

Beginning of the week and you already feel why did the Sunday go. So there we were the entire family thinking the same thing, even our guest that is my 14 year old cousin. My parents, my brother, our guest including me had made a small company for the delicious king size breakfast.

I was in no hurry; well they say I never am. I was busy gulping down my steaming coffee accompanied with delicious my-mother-made-waffles drizzled with chocolate syrup. I had just won a battle between eating waffles and frozen yogurt so there I was yet contemplating if I had made the right choice, of course the yogurt wouldn’t mind being eaten the next day.

My yummy thought process was shattered with the question, “What is the time?”

Before I could say anything my cousin spoke to my mother, “My phone is not working.”

My brother was the one informing and before anyone could say anything else my chattering cousin jumped up, “Who wears wrist watches these days? Ever since I know how to see the time it has been on cell phones.”

My brother just laughed it off but I couldn’t keep my sarcasm, “Wrist watches are not just an accessory, they are useful when your phone does not work and also it seems professional to wear one.”

And for the record he literally does not know how to look at the clock and tell the time. It is not his fault that he doesn’t know this but it is disturbing. He has never played in the garden, never known what it is to be all covered in mud and never known the other such trivial moments of the olden childhood.

So what is it? Is the technology taking over everything else? Have we forgotten to relish without them? Will future offices have a mini skirt and track pants for their dress code? Will we lose all the professionalism? Will we forget to write in pen and just remember to type?

I am not against laptops, western dresses or funky offices, rather it fascinates me too but this was just what I thought and had to share.

I know it was just a matter of ‘time’ and a ‘watch’ but this made me thinking and questioning myself. My mind just works that way and it overthinks most of the time.

Image: Google



I am least stunned reading this. If there are yet 20 million Indian uneducated girls then this just is just another piece of news which could have affected anyone.

Can you believe? There are villages where mobile phones are actually banned for girls for saving their morality.

Of course if a parent has to choose between a girl and a boy for education then mobile phones and internet are a far cry.

The irony is that even internet helps in educating a person these days with all the distance learning and open universities and yet it is a rarity for those who most need them.

PS: girls have equal rights too and it is high time that we start giving them what they deserve, if not giving them a higher priority than men.

Article: Times of Inida

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

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