Poem
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Think global, act local
The issue of racism abounds in our society. Though we Indians come in all shades “Fair is superior/beautiful, dark is inferior/ugly” mantra has been sung and wrongly believed since ages. I have never encountered racism until the time came for me, to search for a spouse. Then I tasted it’s most vile form. In the concept of arranged marriage/proposals set up by families, one of the initial questions asked is ‘What is her complexion?’ The minute it is known I am dusky/wheatish/dark/tanned (You see, Indians have a colourful vocabulary!), it negates all my achievements, educational qualifications, qualities and goodness of heart (if any!). How much more shallow can we be?…
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Generation gap
The generation before me did not grow up using Google for their school projects. The generation after mine would not have used Encyclopaedia Britannica for the same. We used both ! The generation before mine did not know what it was to listen to one’s favourite music over and over again. The generation after mine would probably not know what a Sony Walkman /MP3 is. We know both ! The generation before mine was not familiar with X-box and PSP during their childhood. The generation after mine donot spend their time playing ‘Hide and Seek’ and ‘Tag’. We played it all ! The generation before mine typed on their typewriter.…
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Scotland dreams
After graduating with Bachelor’s of Dental Surgery, the options available for an Indian dentist are : 1) Work in a Private/Government hospital or go into private practice. 2) Clear the Post Graduate Entrance Examinations. 3) Post Graduation abroad. Clear the required Qualifying exams of the country. While searching for option 3, I came across an exciting degree in a reputed college in a beautiful place. I am referring to Master’s in Public Health (MPH) from the University of Edinburgh in Scotland, UK. I was quite thrilled on coming across it since it fulfilled all my criteria. My eventual goal is to get in to the Public Health Sector, hence…
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In her shoes
I have been having a strained relationship with my mom for a week now. Hence, when I saw the DPChallenge, I thought why not write a post from her shoes, on why I am being a difficult child suddenly! ” I donot understand why. Why is she hurting me so much? I have always looked out for her good. Now she tells, it is because of me her life is messed up. What did I do? I can see the pain and confusion she is going through, yet to take it out all on me is not justifiable. She tells I am no good, I forced her to…
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A word of praise.
While at the College food court, the cashier on seeing my ink-splattered hands, gave me paper napkins to wipe with, even before I thought of asking for it. I got excited and ran to my friend, ‘Guess what?! He gave me these without me asking for them !’ (Looking back at it now, it looks like a very silly reason to get excited about!) My friend replied, “Oh dear, I love it how you find joy in the simplest of things!” I was startled by the comment. Finding joy in the simple things – Such a phrase had not entered in my thought process until then. I was…
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Amna
You are our biggest blessing in the tiniest package. You are our heartfelt prayers answered. Your soft baby voice is our antidote to sadness. Your distress cries breaks our heart. Your firsts – smile, step, word are eagerly awaited. Your antics are our daily dose of laughter. You epitomise the meaning of your name – safety*. You make us feel at peace – forgetful of our worries. You teach us to be patient and compassionate. You make us reflect on God’s infinite miracles. Your reaction on recognising your mother, melt hearts. Your squeal when your father returns – joyous. Your smile lights up every room in the house. Your pain…
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Sharing their laughter
As her breakfast was turning cold, she was frantically searching for her dentures. Holding a newspaper, he screamed out from the living room, “Have you seen my glasses?”. Quietly assessing their situation he gives out a loud chuckle only to be met by a quizzical and angry look from his wife. “We just became two of the Three (Gandhi’s) Monkeys “, he explained his laughter. Humour was the powerful ingredient that kept their love strong, for the past 55 years. (This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda – Write an entry having only 5 sentences, with the theme, Love) Edit : This post…
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Unique in His uniqueness
Every leaf that flutters. Every branch that sways. Every foliage that has changed it shade to the autumn yellow. Every dew drop on every petal of every colour – red or purple, magenta or white. Every secret of the blue sky. Every sunset that bursts with the brilliant chroma of orange. Every land that looks brown, white or green from the plane window. Every object of every colour seen – indigo, violet, pink or grey. Every thought of every human being. Every cell-size of every being that breathes. Every duration of every creation that has been created. By His knowledge. Infinite. He is Al Aleem – The All Knowing. (Daily…
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Soulmate
For 25 years, I have lived away from you. I dont recall the first time I felt the sorrow of being separated from you. I dont know your name or your likes. Heck, I dont know even know when and where we will eventually meet. I am passionately awaiting your return, yet I am not mindlessly pining for it, without getting my work done. In the loneliness of being separated from you, I have leaned closer to God. Loneliness was my nudge to get on to the path. My push to prolong my Sajdah (prostration). My lesson to rely solely upon Him. I make dua to Him for you, every…
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Happiness – Different definitions
At the age of 7, happiness meant having a set of Faber Castell colour pencils. At age 10, it meant procuring a Tamagotchi. At 12, it meant securing the highest grades in school. At the age of 16, I thought happiness would evade me, have I not had a mobile phone.At 18, I thought getting in to the top ranked university would make me happy. At age 20, ‘trim down’ was on top of the list-of-things that would make me happy. At the age of 23, when I became a doctor, I presumed I conquered happiness. At the age of 24, I thought a man would make me happy. How…
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She.
She gets excited when she notices I am wearing a new dress. She rubs her thumb with the index finger when she is bored. She is scared of the cat, yet she makes sure her mom has not forgotten to keep food on a plate, near the back door. She loves making knots with small ropes. She collects colourful paper bits, post-it notes and stickers. Rumbled bed sheets will be straightened out by her, immediately. Crowds of people distress her. For 24 years, she has not spoken a word. She is my little sister (cousin). Sans words, she teaches us life. (This is written for Write Tribe’s 100 words on Saturday…
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Hello world!
Hello ! Assalamualaikum. Stepping into the world of WordPress – one dizzy foot at a time. I have been on the blogosphere since 2008. To be precise, a personal blog on blogspot. I intend to explore a different genre of writing, on a different platform, hence the frog jump. Writing has been my outlet for untold emotions, unsaid words, unheard regrets and unfulfilled dreams. My goal for 2014 is to participate in Writing Prompts and engage myself more in creative writing. The theme of the posts in this blog will mostly revolve around faith, spirituality and books. I seek to find through this vast interconnected blog world, like minded people…
