May 2016 – @Lifeoholic

playing days

Rain. Football. Wet legs, wetter grass. Dirty shoes. Hot tea. Don’t go home. Get wet. Complete package.

The verdict is unanimous. Motherhood is the most valuable, cherished and celebrated role a woman can ever adore. But, are we only talking about emotions or emotions that perk their way out amidst growing impotency and manufactured behaviour? Difficult questions but of late, the insurgency amongst the growing existence of surrogate mothers brings us toContinue reading “ghosts of surrogacy”

perfection lives through ignorance

Perfection does not lead you to oblivion, it gets you closer to it. Doesn’t matter how long you practiced it, you will fall short as long as excellence chases you. It isn’t naïve to believe am not perfect, no one is. When people say ‘I am Perfect’, it means the individual is good at somethingContinue reading “perfection lives through ignorance”

being posthumous

‘Celebrate people when they are alive, gives us a reason to believe why they deserved it’. @msksmiles It’s time we push ourselves to a notch higher were people and their achievements are acknowledged on time. My anguish is pretty much in terms of our award system, be it in/for excellence in any field. I wouldContinue reading “being posthumous”

‘Mother’ of all happiness

You do have many names – Mom, Amma, Ma. But all of them get equated to the same level of dignified poise that you continue to epitomise throughout our lives. We were born, we grew up, we told you we love you and we hate you, we still grew up, we finished school and college,Continue reading “‘Mother’ of all happiness”

the pious piece

One of my most worshipped places. The goddess of ultimate victory, the sound of lashing waves through the holy Ganga, the colossal view of Bally, the shrine where the famous dialogue took place, perhaps a monologue of a saint is the brimming moment of truth.