Aditi's Blog

Hold on! O'Mighty Sergeant, What you deserve is naught, The Death of a Coward, Nor should your tears become, Humorous affair among your subordinates..   The one who killed your son, Was naught your enemy personal, What drove him to the deed, Was the service towards his country. He too, Like you,Is a patriot; He too, Like you, Loves his children; He too, Like you, adores his wife; He too, Like any soldier, Fights to protect his motherland. Then, why should he be blamed; For the misdeed , That is considered an honour, In his own Country. When.. all that war gives To the petty soldier, Is the Barbarous bloodshed, Each one fighting in the battleground, Is bound to meet the same extremity. Have you naught been taught, To battle till the last breath , Have you naught been disciplined enough, To train your Heart to be as hard as a rock. Your duty is to fight, In harsh war rigors, Let the emotions naught dilute your ardour.

It is true, I may confess; With the ever-happening world of NET, I am obsessed. How many friends, How many likes; What have you in your kitty, For others' surprise:-o Check the comments, Count the shares; UPDATE your status, Else the virtual world will ignore!!!

"Madam, my mother won't come to work today. She's gone to village." Shocked; I tried to find the truth behind his blank face. " She could send her elder daughter." these were the only words that came out of my chocked throat. " She accompanied mother." Prompt came the well-expected reply. - - - I looked around the house. Loads of unfinished work mocked at me. It meant I'd have to sacrifice my beautiful day on washing and cleaning! " What about my well-filed, well-painted nails?" " " " " "What if I fail to reach the KITTY-PARTY in time??" " " " " "What if I couldn't get ready properly?" " " " " " What if other kitty-members notice flaws in my quickly applied make-up?" " " " What if?" "What if?" - - - TRIN-TRIN "Hello, Mrs Sharma! You know Mrs Khanna's brother-in-law's sister...

"What is so special about this story?" the editor screamed.        My heart began to sink.From where could I bring new stories everyday especially when "Politics" and "Crime" were not included in my job.    "Sir, a snake measuring six-feet appeared and drank the milk offered to him.Isn't it a breaking news?"    "What the hell is going on?A news on a snake ....... RUBBISH@%%@@.You should be FIRED."      "Sir,the snake emerged from the back of Lord SHIVA's idol."   "So what?"    "Sir,the temple where the idol is placed is an ancient temple.Our news shall read: LORD SHIVA's SNAKE DRINKS MILK IN THE ANCIENT TEMPLE"      The editor seemed to be impressed,"LET IT BE THE FRONT PAGE NEWS"

Mid of June. Exhausted from the long, cumbersome day's work, I was ready to embrace my beloved sleep. Everything seemed to be fine, until my AC suddenly came to a hault. This is the favourite time of electricity department to save electricity. Moving at the snail's speed, the fan offered no respite from heat. Tossing and turning on my heat-radiating bed, I was trying hard to sleep. - - - Buzz..........zzz. The temperature of the room was just apt for the insects to come out of their hiding places. Trying to ignore all the buzzing warnings, I shut my eyes to sleep. Ouch!  A pinch, or was that a bite ; I couldn't make out.  The war had begun. Mosquitoes had invited their relatives for the lavish dinner party. .. ..I checked the mosquito-repellent, covered my head with a white sheet and heaved a sigh of relief.    'twas my bad luck or their good luck, some of the mosquitoes, somehow, managed to enter my well-protected castle. I decided to sue all mosquito-rep...

She was already there. With apparent anxiety, her fingers were tangled in her dupatta. I could recognise her from a distance....And, five years were not enough for me to forget my Kannu. ......Kanak, er..Kannu had been living in my neighbourhood since we were kids. We'd play together. I used to pull her long braids. She would scream and ............. She had turned into a beautiful, young woman. I smiled. Standing in front of me, she was like, "You are a completely different stuff, Sanjay! I mean altogether changed; couldn't even recognise you at first glance."............ I couldn't take my eyes off her face. She was just the same; vibrant, chirpy and ...lovable. "Have I changed a lot?" I asked. "I mean now you speak less and observe more," she tried to make me feel comfortable,"I mean you've turned into a thorough gentleman,"and she burst into laughter, "I mean, more of a material, that should be taken seriously...

"And.......Where have you parked your car?".......... I looked at my mom and she, in turn ,looked at father with questioning eyes.   "Actually sir, we came by autorickshaw. We don't have a car." Father answered hesitantly. Mr Bhalla was shocked. How could a person without a CAR imagine to get his daughter married to the son of an Advocate of Mr Bhalla' s caliber? "I told you Mrs Bhalla, these people don't match our standards. You forced me to meet them. Look! they have come to 'see' my boy in an auto! What a shame!!" Something quivered inside me. My Father, who had always taught us to live with self- respect ,was in a miserable state. Poor,old father! His head was hung down because of me, his daughter, whom he wanted to get married off  to a rich man. All I wished was to disappear from the site. For once, my heart cried out,"Reject them before they reject you....!" I would have taken the extreme step but  for Mr Bhall...

Nothing can deprive me of my precious beauty sleep. I try to ignore any unwanted stress that comes my way....But even the science students have  to mention the exceptional case................. ............................................................................................ ..........OMGOSH!!! It was weird.What the hell was Ria doing outside my room at midnight! That too with bent knees....??             We had our solid state Physics exam the next day. Peeping from under the doors of the cubicles of her batchmates,she was checking out whether the lights were switched off or not; whether the girls were studying or not. It made me feel miserable.My sleepy eyes got wider and wider as I watched her going back to her room hurriedly.                         The fear of the examination gripped me. Already throu...

  She wanted to be a renowned dancer.When she danced,one would instantly be reminded of a peacock dancing during rainy season.She danced like a swan ;completely engrossed in the act. Anna happened to be a girl of strange ideals; atleast the people of the remote village of Malappuram thought so.The narrow- minded people couldn't understand the feelings of  Anna for whom sky was the limit.       It didn't last long.Unfortunately for Anna,dance was considered a taboo for girls in her backward village.Had she paid heed to the elders,the tragedy could have been averted.....   The village Panchayat asked her to stop dancing ; otherwise she'd have to face its repercussions........     Anna's parents forced her.They feared being abandoned by the society. But Anna was unstoppable.The dance,the music,the rhythm was her life...............................................................The parents succumbed to the pressure....................