It has been sometime since I have written anything worth reading. Actually pretty long time. Life has kept me busy with stuff and thus I ended up not doing something which I really love to do. Strange are the ways of life, isn't it.

Then how did I get a chance and urge to write today? Well over a period of last couple of days I have been facing a little crisis in my life. In the large scheme of things this incident probably would not matter. However I seem to be obsessing about the turn of events so fervently that it is rendering me unable to focus on anything positive.

We make mistakes in life. And we have to live with the consequences of those mistakes. However our mind cannot help but think that things could have turned out different if that mistake was not made. This constant brooding of what-if scenarios constantly plays out in the subconscious and makes us restless and actively idle! Yes, your read right, we are super active in thought process - but not going anywhere, kind of like pushing the wall with all our strength, or accelerating a car with brakes on.

The irony always is that we know deep down in our hearts that this exercise is futile. Whatever has happened has happened and cannot be undone. But this becomes like a perennial itch and one just cannot stop!

I have been itching this nether in my mind for sometime. I have tried to resolve against it, tried to convince myself that whatever happens, happens for good - but I have again fallen into the same deep dark abyss of nowhere.

So I decided I will write about this. Writing they say is therapeutic. I need to purge myself of this self imposed agony.

But before I write off that, I must acknowledge that my mistake is a costly one. Quite possible, the path we were onto will no longer happen. Quite possible it is delayed. There are so many unknowns now in something which once was a sureshot road. All culminating down to that focal point when I was ignorant and impatient.

But this does not mean end of life. And this certainly does not mean that life will be devoid of fun and all the good things it has to offer. I must gather my pieces. I must start walking again. I must get hold of myself and take that next step.

I know that whatever happens, happens for good. The good may not be apparent now, but it will reveal itself, sometimes directly, and sometimes indirectly over the course of life. But good it shall be for.

I also know that I can choose to sit and continue brooding over what has happened. Or I can start taking steps again towards my life's path. One thing is certain. If I do nothing, nothing will happen.

I must walk. I must focus and do what I got to do. I cannot let my life slip away like this. It is not just my life. There are other precious life threads attached to mine and I have to do it for all of us.

Yes, it is not easy. I wish someone could come and tell me why it happened - and what will happen? The suspense is unnerving. But then, all things worthwhile are not easy to achieve. While I cannot see horizon - I cannot stop walking. The hope is a dangerous thing they say - it can keep one moving even when there is no ground. I must still cling to hope and keep walking. If I am not to get what I wanted - there must be something else, much better in store for me. Maybe this song was not mine. But there must be some other fulfilment, some other places to reach, some other songs to sing.

I am credibly sad. I do not feel like doing anything. Yet I cannot give up. I know in my heart that I can gather myself. It just seems incredibly hard. It used to be easier for me earlier to pick myself from dust. May be I was younger. May be I was a dreamer. But then it was same me. I have to get myself out of this on my own.

I hope I will be led by the same light which has kept me going all these years. I hope that this time, when I fall down, that light will carress me and inspire me to shake off the dust and keep moving forward. I hope that I will be able to walk inspite of all the heartache of failure. And I hope that the joy of moving will overcome the grief of past failures.

It happened because it was meant to be. I know it is not easy to accept this. But then it is the only universal truth. If something else was destined, it would have happened.

So, here I am. Let me start, one more time, all over again. Let me soar my broken wings and try rising again. Let me embrace the love of life and let it heal my soul. Let me sing that awkward rhyme, all over again. Who knows, I might be succesful this time? And if I fail, I at least would have enjoyed playing the game. There will be another one, again.

The pain is nothing but an illusion of my mind, I must be able to fight it. I am not alone. With my love and loved ones, I know I can soar the skies, once again. The pain is not my destiny. It is there to make me realize that life is not all bed of roses. It will keep me grounded. But it will not take my ability to move forward in life from me.

I can, and so I will.
I often wonder how wrong we can be in our self righteousness if we fail to stop, listen and see the perspective. Our inflated egos, our acquired myopia to anything which we "feel" is not right, our inability to empathize - all often puts us into situations where we tend to either brush away any contradictory opinion citing as frivolous or chose just to ignore it out of pure ignorance.

The new fad in the market is Feminism. It is impossible to live a day and not experience something where the urgency of gender equality is not shoved down our already strained senses.

I feel Woman has never been more conflicted than today. Yes, we "feel" have come a long way since the colonial days where the existence of a lady was determined by the family - and not by her own presence. In our self righteousness we claim that today's woman is self empowered and does not need anyone to define herself. We praise the working woman saying that today she has the opportunity to be what she truly wants to be. Our tea and coffee breaks are about how she was imprisoned and how she is breaking the shackles.

True.

Yet - I feel deeply saddened by the fact that in saying these things we are still discriminating against her.

I have seen many a brilliant ladies struggling with the image of the perfect woman as portrayed everywhere around us. Why does a man have liberty to dress shabbily, not cut hair, not shave and come to work dressed in chappals - yet we expect woman to look good and work good.

And then there is another dangerous phenomenon happening. Many a parents think that girl kids need more tenderness and the boy kids can be handled more roughly. That it is okay to hit a boy child, because they are strong. But that is where the seed of discrimination is sown. The boy child, beaten up in childhood will find it okay to hit another human being - and will one day become perpetrator of the same violence.

Somewhere in complimenting a lady on her looks we are totally disregarding her intellect. It somehow feels like a grand conspiracy of diverting her mind to everything else so as she does not realize that she is not being treated at par.

I read this so called whatstapp wisdom sometime back where a girl child asks a sage about differential treatment - and the response given is that a girl is like a jewel and needs to be preserved, boys are like iron, blah, blah.

What crap! This mindset makes me feel sick to the core. In the name of caller her a jewel we are in effect enslaving her intellect and herself forever - without her realizing that she has in reality become a puppet of society.

We are more than happy to share jokes about how much time a woman take to get ready and how quickly a man does get ready - but again in my opinion that is the part of the grand conspiracy. A woman has equal right to be shabby if she wants, be brilliant if she wants - and it should be no-one's business to judge another person man or woman.

But alas, we still sell fairness creams. And we still objectify a woman's body in everything. Because it sells.

It is this mentality which enslaves us to the core and while many of us respect her - get misguided by the stereotypes created by the society.

Why does man always need to be a savior to a woman - and not a friend or a companion where they enjoy the life for the love of it?


I respect woman. But no more or no less than I would respect a man or a child or an elderly person or any other living form. The respect should not be attached to the gender at all. As humans the respect should be for each others existence.


Till the time we keep commenting more on what she dresses than on what she does - we still will be a medievalist patriarchal society.

The ideal world is not where women are treated equal.

The ideal world is where equality is not a point.

On this women's day, let us make a pledge to look at each other beyond our genders and need not "celebrate" one day to remind our selves that we all are equal!

In the daily rigmarole of life our hearts always yearn for being free of the clutches and drudgery of day to day grind. Sometimes, taking rest is not enough. Sometimes, it is important to make that effort for that journey - planned or not, short or long, quick or slow, near or far - sometimes it is just the journey which is more important than anything else.

Ever since we returned from Bali after a fantastic escapade, we were already yearning to go someplace like Bali - tranquil, peaceful, beautiful and serene.

So when I got an email about promotional fares, I did not waste time in deliberating. I am usually a very elaborate planner. I like to have things under control, to know where I would be going, how I would be going - and so on. However this time I took the wild side of me take reins. And I am glad I did - I loved the adrenaline rush of the moment when I just booked my international flight o Malaysia here with no other plan in sight.

In the interest of choosing cheapest flights, I chose to fly out of Kochi as flight from Bangalore were much costlier. Kochi is very well connected by train, road and flights to Bangalore and I booked flights from Bangalore to Kochi as well. I also booked a hotel near airport for transit and it was a good decision as we got breaks in our long flight schedule. Still the overall cost was cheaper than if I had booked direct flight from Bangalore.

Now the flights were taken care, I spend some time figuring out places to stay. After careful research, reviews and deliberation I finally chose Hotel Istana in Kuala Lumpur for our Kuala Lumpur stay and The Datai & The Meritus Pelangi resorts for our Langkawi stay. I chose Hotel Istana for its location. It is located in prime shopping district of Malaysia Bukit Bintang and everything is a few minutes walk away. This was important to us as we wanted to walk as much as possible soaking in the Malaysian visuals and experiences along the way.

This choice of location helped us visit The Aquariaum & The Petronas Towers area on foot. We enjoyed our walks on good stretch of roads and pavement here. The skywalk connects the district and it was very useful.

In Langkawi we wanted to experience both the vibrancy of popular beaches and the quiet & exclusivity of nature and rain forests. Thus we decided to split our time in Langkawi between The Datai which is a beautiful property nestled amongst pre-historic rain forests with connectivity to a private beach and Meritus Pelangi resort which is located near to the shopping area.

Both properties were amazing in their own ways and we enjoyed our every bit of time spent here. Datai was a spectacular experience with staying almost in the middle of a forest. The property is done in eco-friendly way - for every tree cut - they planted more! The minimalist yet extremely elegant and beautiful decor adorned by wood and nature was a breathtaking stay. And whatever we say about the exclusive, extremely beautiful beach with a beach-side restaurant - will not be enough to express the joy and bliss once experiences by just being here. There are few places you can dream about. And then there are some where your dreams will fall short of reality - this is one of those!

Not to discount the other beautiful property we stayed - Meritus Pelangi which offers really huge swimming pool, water games for kids, fun areas and so on.

I guess for a family travel our choice of hotels turned out to be great. Our kiddo still talks about going to Malaysia - what more could we ask for?
Imitating others, wanting shiny things
Monkeys

Proud, powerful, arrogant, entitled
Lions

Meek, weak, fearful, soft
Rabbits

Melodious, sweet, harmony
Cuckoos

This world is indeed a Zoo!

This poem is my contribution to A to Z Challenge 2016.
Nothing is impossible
I can do anything
Colors new I can create
Sounds new I can invent
Dreams - what they are - for
I make them reality
Brash, arrogant, proud, energetic
Unstoppable, emotional
What a crazy stage Youth is!

This poem is my contribution to A to Z Challenge 2016.