Whispering Loud!

Nursing a hideous capillary burst in my left eye, I was rather struggling to monitor every activity in the examination hall when I noticed a girl fiddling with her hands in a doubtful manner. I walked toward her quietly and found a piece of crumbled paper under her answer book. Before I could ask, ‘How in the world can you read this illegible text?’ she spoke. ‘Ma’am, meri Maa mar gayi hai.’ Clenching the fist of my right hand, I wanted to knock her off and in my head I was already standing in a Bruce Lee pose. I could make at least one of her eyes look worse than my left one but an examiner is supposed to show restraint so, I didn’t punch her. Moreover, in these times, of all good deeds, self-defence is the most righteous one and therefore I decided to do myself a favour and reported the case to higher ups. However, I spent the rest of the time thinking; will we ever stop making excuses for our wrongdoings? Not in the near future, perhaps. This was Day 1 but definitely not the only ...

{Met a distressed lady recently and I wanted to sing her a song. Came home and wrote this. It is a modified version of a song 'Colours of Life', I wrote to myself last year. Modified it because, I think we all deserve a song and we should often sing it to ourselves.} You are a rainbow, don’t dress up dull Not gloomy grey, nor dark and glum. Splash some red, add a dash of blue Kiss some peach, drape a violet hue.  Be you, come rain or shine and live it bright Sway in pink chiffon and lit up the night. Be a rose a day; a tulip, another Scatter the smiles like a scent of lavender. They want you to live black and white But you are a woman, a crimson delight. You’re born a spirit of all tones and touches Break free, the heart craves velvet blushes. Your soul is not bare but decked gold Your essence is beyond price, young or old. Bear in mind, you’re the womb of life  If a shade is striped, misery be foretold A woman is when she is all her colours She will o...

Taaf yemi harduk kum pahn prazlan  Poonpirov roas chhi Bombar nazaan Hanah zard pahan yemi Bodwun yi boon’i pun Torun ti Khaam Har yi yaad paawan Syel karan zyiph gayus, wavun tulith  neu retikol Yeus sawan  laliwan oass, tem searni jigar zol Hangal, Chirr ti Kotar eass dobraan rodd Swanher ti Sabz poshun hund mondukh byol  Jodd karith zyejikh yii varasat syeen Makhmyel vaaren kuchh zaav, kongposho lidrar tsyoon Kukilyo ti Katijyo bolbosh trov, gatiryeni haba tsoong rov Tsendir ti asi rooshith beuth, asmanun  chhot rang hov Hekiah Myenith kanh seenn yi kreeth vath? Saruph ti Gonsi twopan zaagan, bathen ti baalun peth Gumun thhan, zachen tyeb dizh ti wadaan wadaan oss Zalurov zaal trov, Kashur korukh eech gaashi ros. Tsok ti tyoth tsalith, Kashir mah chi  patsh travmiz Treshi daadi dazith, nazar Das(t)gerus chus thavmiz Meyt ti gaatil iikivati watho, deen poshun manz Kasheer valov Poh pati Harich aash thavith, ...

                                                                                                                               October 21, 2016 Today, a concerned and extremely worried friend sent me a message on Facebook writing, ‘Hey, it is not over. They are searching for 40 more employees for violating service rules, please remove the posts, if any’. ‘If any?’, I wrote back. ‘There must be plenty’, I thought to myself and wrote to her too. I may not be able to answer if asked, which section of our constitution they fall in but I know the service rules and also the penalties of breaking them. However, a ‘govt. employee’ is not all I am. I am a human being, I have a p...