Deep Within Me

Though I stay in Mumbai, I have spent all the years of my life in a place where there was greenery all around, birds chirping happily, breeze flowing swiftly. Life has always been peaceful and tranquil, without the slightest noise or the traces of pollution in a heaven called I.C. Colony. All throughout the roadsides, the trees are shadowing the scorching heat. The cleanliness, civility and planning in organizing the colony reflects right at the moment you step. Keeping itself away from the nuisance of the city life, we live a life and not merely survive. This image of my colony, is something I have always cherished, admired and even flaunted at times. I simply love the place. But slowly and increasingly, this image is getting distorted as more and more builders are realizing this conducive environment. The number of buildings that are shooting up by ruthlessly cutting down the trees, boils my blood. I stay almost at the end of the road. Beyond my building, there is a jungle that exten...

‘Mumbai’, the city of dreams…. A place where people from all over India come to accomplish goals, fulfill their ambitions, a place full of opportunities for everyone and anyone. But when I think of Mumbai, I think it takes much more than what it gives... it takes away our sentiments, our space (not only physical but emotional too) our smiles, our peace, our work ethics as well as our time for loved ones. What we are left with, is probably some money that remains after the paying all kinds of bills and taxes. But what about the quality of life? We try to fit as many human bodies as possible in the train, bus and even in the house. Whole life we live poor to die rich. We get frustrated and angry at the slightest discontent. Is this LIFE? Happiness, Kally.

On 19th April, I ran as usual for the 8:15 BEST bus only to realize that the BEST were on strike . So all the people who missed the news last night( including me), had an “Oh Shit!” expression their face. The question “why” struck us much later. We were too busy searching for an alternative, but obviously could not find any at least for the next 10 minutes. So we started walking and reached quite ahead. As they say, ‘Every dog has his day’, today it was the Rickshaw walas’ day. The rickshaws are either filled or not halting in arrogance. Finally, one of my friends saw me on the road in distress and offered me a seat in her car. Along with me, another 3 females sat in the car. All throughout my way I was thinking (I hope not loudly….can’t remember as I was highly frustrated). The first thing that came to my mind is how socially irresponsible the BEST employees were! At our cost, they were trying to get their demands approved, that too before getting rejected! The 3 days strike that the...

You with me, living as one in this world Engrossed in each other, together cuddled; Away from everything, enjoying the lull This was the first phase of our nuptial Either you or me, are right in this world, Engrossed in a fight, feeling muddled Away from compromises, sounding rumbled This was the second phase of our nuptial You and me, in our respective worlds, Engrossed in our work, separately puzzled Away from each other, sensing the saddle This was the third phase of our nuptial Just you and me, left alone in the world Trying to engross, regretting the stumbles Why did we make our lives so difficult Is what we wondered in the fourth phase of nuptial. I was just thinking about ‘Marriage’. The oxford dictionary defines ‘Marriage’ as the formal union of a man and a woman, by which they become husband and wife. To a teenager, this bond sounds so very romantic, full of dreams and imaginations, wild ones mostly : ). But realizing its responsibilities, the cascading effects of every decis...

A woman’s struggle in a man ruled place, Freedom over fights, filled with grace, Here are the facts of an unresolved case, Pristine in nature, but still at the base. She is reduced to ashes in a monetary case, Forcibly seized by an unknown face, Mentally tortured in umpteen ways, Asked to sacrifice in every phase. The crime shrouded in mystery lays, Entangled in the web of injustice she stays. The shackles of mind increasingly raise, As vehement sorrows stealthily chase; Trepidation in her heart now harder plays, But masking her emotions she silently prays. Innumerable participants in this traumatic race, Were sent with a parole to control the pace. She is now surrounded by self-respect rays, Moulding her distress with financial clays, Leaving behind those awful days, “Deserve and you shall receive”, she says. She is undoubtedly now the family’s ace, As a woman of substance is her praise. P.S. --> I am not a feminist.

While walking down the memory lane, I gathered the sweetest time insane, When we lost our hearts and planned to gain, The joys and laughter in the showering rain. With hands in hands, we walked together, Came running to meet we could whenever, Didn’t feel the heat, didn’t see the weather, Life was so fine when we had each other. When a happy life we began to read, Distance started sowing its seed, Feeling helpless to its cry in greed, We now had different roads to lead. The undying love changed its attire, The staring eyes lost its desire, The promising lips ceased to admire, The sweet little story, turned to a satire. Now we are left with a heart to mend, Less things to agree than to defend, Be true to me and answer as a friend Will we ever see that perfect blend? Happiness, Kally

I want to lay with you in the sand, Where there are empty acres of land The moon and stars shining in the sky, Making our life seem grand. I want to bathe with u in the sea, And fly like a bird that’s boundlessly free Unlock the fearful locks of life Love being its only key. I want to sense the pangs of pain Of living in this world insane Only to realize that happiness means you While walking down the nostalgic lane. Happiness, Kally

I was stuck amongst hundreds of people crowding around from all direction, in such a manner that I could not only smell their body odour but also the oil that was applied on their hair. I could feel their sweat rolling down as if it was on my own body. The vibrating mobile gave me a jerk. It was a place where a slight body movement could cause hullabaloo or could even mean death to some. Apart from this diagrammatic layout, there were sound effects too. Children were crying, ladies were fighting, some singing songs, one screaming on the mobile…….. I was thankful to God for the 5.7 feet height that he gave that I could at least breathe. In short, all my sensory organs were given a platform to explore their potential to the fullest. Yes, I was traveling in a train to Andheri Station. And this is just the journey, my destination was still be reached. As the station was arriving, I felt like a kid who was just waiting for the school bell to ring. I had just begun to sense the pleasure, til...

The CORPORATE world seems very mysterious to me. Though I spent only 2 years here and might be novice to comment on anything concrete, I sense that the road is not as straight and transparent as it appears to be. There are some hidden agendas, some politics involved, some compromises made or asked to be made. All I can say right now is: ‘The smile on their face is the biggest disguise, The sophisticated society has its own price, Killing their emotions, trying to be wise, The human in them gradually dies.’ One thing I have realized is DON’T LOVE THE COMPANY you work in, LOVE YOUR JOB. Am I right people? Happiness, Kally

The innocence of a child, as a grown-up will mild; The sweetness of dreams will lead to schemes; The pleasure of the first rain will no longer remain; The excitement to express will make you more depress; Your faith in the truth will be crushed under the foot; If you ever expect, happiness will except; Every tear in your eye, will leak a secret to a spy; On experiencing pain, detachment you will gain; With these new facts of life, I feel more dead than alive! These are the facts that hurt me; this is what bothers me, this is I want to change This is what I feel “ DEEP WITHIN ME” We all need to understand that we have only one life to live, so we can’t die disappointed. So LET’S LIVE and not merely exist. With this note, I end my first blog. Happiness, Kally.