GETTING TO WIRITING A BLOG

Life changes fast and at every moment !  Ever since becoming an anchor and doing my own shows on national TV , ehh something i always wanted to do….writing for myself never really happened…its been more than four months i guess!! its funny how i was on the other side of the table a few days back….. i use to write my blog thinking & dreaming about scripting my own shows or books someday and today i wonder about getting all that free time and space & energy to write for my blog…Its just another ordinary day today…or perhaps not !!

spending my time doing daily chores…cooking for myself this realisation just happened to me & while chopping pineapple and seeing how almost 70% of the fruit goes to waste and yet we pay a lot of money for buying it i realsied how in life we run after things that probably aint worth it !!

Its nostalgic to be able to get back to writing and real writing indeed !! not just scripting mhy shows….it feels great to be able to let the thoughts flow & share them with many others….

haunted by the shadows from the past

September 13th, just as foreboding the date sounds comes alive the most haunting memories from recent past, I wouldn’t call it an unlucky evening where I was free of work and yet had to read a work related article that’s was soon going to have me contemplate the plight of Indian women, two years after the nirbhaya case Things haven’t really changed much have they? Her story gets lost somewhere in the stockpiles of fresh cases soon followed after but what still remains a big question “when will we get over the mentality that allows committing formidable crimes against women?

The incident doesn’t just highlight the objectionably slow judicial system but also the predominant psychology of the people. I wonder how conveniently we moved on it as a bad memory and how easily men can commit such demonic acts n walk away proud and guiltless. Just as I come across a blatant eve teasing act in the posh locality of Delhi, walking myself back home not in the odd late night hour but in pink of the setting sun, I thought of all that could go wrong no matter how safe the presence of personal security guards or people on the streets should have made me feel, the incident took a rebirth in my mind, haunting me again.. and questioned myself what if things had taken an ugly turn, what would I have done and with all these doubts n fear in my mind and an ever so eager urge to reach back to the safety of my house. Now that I am back in the comforting safety of the four walls , I am ever so afraid of going out after dark.

This is our city and our country; let’s celebrate them like we celebrate our women. We murder them, we rape them but we also call them sister /mother/wife/daughter. “So what if you raped a woman the Ganges is there to wash off your sin!