Through the Mirror

How many times have we been really passionate about something? How many times have we had the urge to follow our dreams but failed to do so? Reason you ask? Concern of people around, scared of failure, feeling of not getting enough recognition.  Well, there's this one girl who has risen above all such factors to successfully follow her passion of singing. Accepting her flaws and imperfection, she does not ask for anyone's appreciation. Amazingly, she believes her "haters to be her double fans". Still didn't get it? Youtube sensation, Dhinchak Pooja aka Pooja Jain, who took the internet by a storm by her raps and "self-composed songs".  If you are thinking that the article is a sarcasm to mock her, it's not! It's a small attempt to appreciate the great courage this girl possesses to follow her passion without getting affected by "log kya kahenge". She is a phenomenal example of a strong woman who embraces her self-worth an

Fairytales are weird. They always portray a happy and perfect ending. Well, that's not true in real life. Everything you pursue or every story of yours need not have a perfect ending in real life. We are told fairytales right from the beginning, right from childhood. And that's how we end up with the notion that every ending is going to be happy and perfect, just as we'd imagined it to be. But, when the truth surfaces itself in real life, that's when trouble begins. All our fairytales shatter like pieces of mirror when realities are faced. Because, let's face it, every path you trod upon, every chapter you begin to write in the book of your life, need not end well, need not end perfectly. If everything were to end exactly the way you'd imagined, there'd be no surprises, there'd be no adventure and life would be so monotonous. No excitement/fear for the future. And that's what describes life right? - the uncertainties, the lows, the ups, the lo

Let me tell you a story. There was this man in his thirties, happily married. A loving wife and a 6-digit salary job - what else could he have asked for!? Lately, he had been spending sleepless nights. Was he suffering from insomnia or depression? No. Quite a few things had changed in his behaviour. He had become extra caring towards his wife. Was this an attempt to conceal his extra marital affair? No. The changes in the rooms of his house, increasing responsibilities scared him. But, he knew every change was worth the result and was acceptable to him. He knew it at the very moment the little hand held his finger. " We would call her Angel.", he had said. That feeling of complete bliss left tears in the eyes of this "strong man". Well, atleast this time he didn't try that hard to stop them. Tears, are a strange thing, aren't they? They betray you always. They reveal the secrets you had been hiding from everyone, they reveal that part of you which yo

Raised eyebrows, protruding eyes, firmer grip of your device - some of the anticipated reactions after reading such a title. Virginity, as we know it, is the state of not having indulged in sexual intercourse. But, a deeper approach would relate this term to a woman's purity, her sanctity. Considering the second definition, most of us (girls) lose our virginity at a really tender age. Stunned? Read on. At the age of five, when the shorts that provided me comfort, the small pretty frocks that gave me the look of a fairy, the same dresses offered beautiful,naked legs to "educated adults" for staring. It is then that I felt impure for the first time, the first time I lost my sanctity, my virginity. With age increased the length of the dresses I wore. But, my purity was still adulterated each time I was catcalled. In a bus, a train or even a temple, they took advantage of the crowd to touch my breasts, squeeze my butts. The hormonal changes are supposed to be a natur

You felt ecstatic at my arrival. Who could tell from your sheen smile about the whole lot of trouble that I gave you in the past 9 months?! And in your happiness, you landed the first peck on my forehead!  You kept awake as I cried. My body was down with fever, you sweated. A singer at night and a story teller during day - you played every role perfectly. You never dressed up yourself but I was covered in pretty frocks. The warmth of your hands on my head was the saviour during nightmares. I got wounded, you cried. Are our heartbeats synchronized otherwise how did you feel my state of sadness without a word from me? You feel it even now.  Even now, when I hurt you, offend you. I raise my voice, your sweetness remains intact. I push you, you come bouncing back. I party outside, you keep checking your phone. I enter into relationships while you still work on ours. Rendering me all the latest brands, you still wear your obsolete clothes. It was your special day, you cooked.. You we