The newspapers these days are crammed with horrible news of maniacs slaughtering innocent infants and children. what the heck!! And what's more alarming is that women ( if they can be called so) are the masterminds and in most cases the hands behind these despicably heinous crimes. How on earth can people kill such little babies without the slightest of weights on their conscience? what confers on human beings the right to take away lives when they can create none try as they might?

ALL RELATIONS ARE POWER-RELATIONS.

Am I Honest?

I take immense pride in calling myself honest. Till recently, for me honesty comprised only of- being truthful and never cheating during exams, minor or important. Now there’s something more to it. Honesty of thought. Honesty in action. Those are however not the issues I would like to deal with, now.
When I was quite young, during a minor class-test, I remember refusing to pen down an answer I already knew, because a friend next to me had spoken it out aloud. Most people would perhaps categorise this action of mine under juvenile-stupidity.. but I was proud of my honesty. Since childhood I have never once lied to gain something for myself, neither placated myself by some self-deceiving lies nor tried elevating my position by braggadocio. But a question that perturbs me no end is- how much of this drive for honesty is a part of my individuality? Perhaps this is a result of my upbringing, the immediate environment surrounding me and some ethics inculcated in me. Had I not been a well-cared-for daughter of a happy, economically unconstrained family, would I have been eligible to claim the ethical high-ground for myself as I am now doing? Had I hailed from an economically backward family, with the entire responsibility of the household to shoulder, would I have refused to take recourse to ‘unfair means’ during a crucial course-of-life determining exam? I have no answer to that. I have no answer to that riddle. Perhaps yes, perhaps no. and this brings me to the final question..am I really honest? Or is it just an effect of my surroundings on my mental constitution? After-all honesty, these days is nothing but a psychological imbalance.

Of love and losing

You, I swathe
With the warm darkness
In a shadowy grove
In my mind.
And with you contained by me
Smiling proudly at the world,
That would not let you die
Nor me,
Pronounce you dead.
But you, as always
must prove me wrong .
Ambush me and humiliate
Before the world to see
Reflected in my eyes
My truth and yours.
And like before
Like in the days
When we loved and lived
I lose and smile.

incorrect corrections.

Heh heh heh heh...this sure is funny. Microsoft-word has a hilarious way of suggesting corrections for a wrong word [they think]…especially when the supposed wrong word is an Indian name.
Below is a list of my friends’ names and their respective distortions... [Chuckle]

disclaimer: ppl mentioned below are my friends and so are the ones not mentioned below.

Sohini –shiny, shine Shin, shinny, shins.[I wonder why they didn’t suggest skinny?]
Sayani –saying, salami, satanic, saran, sean
Sayan –satan [hahahaha..how did they know?]sean, saran,saying, say an.
Pratiti – partite, partita, ratite, partition, patti. [he he prati I guess u do know what patti stands for in Tamil…or is it Malayalam? or even Telugu.]
Sanjana –santana.
Megha –Meghan, mega [acceptable]
Ujjayini –no spelling suggestions [see what i meant by hilarious!?]
Abhishek- banished [yay!!] banishes, banisher, Bishkek.
Arnab – Arab, arena, Arabs, Barnaby, Ana
Tanmoy –tammy, anomy, tango, tomboy, annoy [bulls eye]
Indranil –ingrain, Indiana, Indianola, ingrains, intranet.
Sayori –savory, saylor, savoir, savor, seri.
Shaona –shauna, sheena, shaun shone.
Debosree –debaser, debasers, debase,[huh??] depose, Debora.
Oindrila –india, conidial, Cinderella [hmmmm] indri.
Sreetama –streetman [hehe] streetlamp, retime, sesame, seedtime.
Tanusree –tonsure, tenure, tonsured ,tonsures, tenures.
Sandipan –sandi pan[ whoa!!]

Wow!! I have so many friends!! And I have not even named half of them…feels good.and the majority that i have not named...please do excuse me...its 2:53 in the morning.....[my sweetest possible heart-winning {i hope} smile]..i am so sorry.

on request. :)
Insiya –India Inseam Unisia Indian Insofar ...hehe.

Geometry of emotions

Circles of love
Entangled in triangles of greedy passion
Coupled inproportionately with
Deep rooted jealousy in ellipses
Make a hap-hazard multi-section
of the shapeless human heart
And
Give rise to cascading spirals of pain.
Sphere of rage engulfs the same sad heart.
Hyperbolic hubris dominates all affections of square nature
And distorts the shapeless human heart
Into a crooked inverted cone.

Pain

Pain left me not
I begged, I cried, forced and beseeched.
A fonder smile and fonder arms around me.
In that strong inexorable embrace
The world lost itself.
Melted into mellow madness
Or lost its rhyme in a whirlpool of time
I knew not which,
As I blew, I burnt, I flowed and I froze
Weeping and laughing
Awake and in dreams
Enraptured, enamoured, over-whelmed.


I still flow and I still blow
Screaming that I love him not
When in solitude or in a crowd
He comes back
Or ghost of his fond embrace,
And clings on to my body and soul,
Like a lover!
And yet after he vanishes,
Signs left back but in my heart
And on my tear-stained cheeks,
I call him fond names,
Wishing pain, my love, back again.