Random Thoughts

Behind the mask, the beautiful face casts its radiant smile, blinding and scorching the very essence of the bearer and causing a shudder to the observer. Yet, the beauty enchants and forces the embrace that turns into shackles that cannot be broken by mere whim or by the force of iron, for the shackles are not physical restraints but rather the ramifications of the imaginary locks on the thoughts of the mind. Pray, tell, how can one fight this? Should one endure this pain? Need not, it is just a simple solution of making oneself happy – like the “Expecto patronum!” charm against the dementors. Yet, it is so difficult to be happy, when one chooses to wallow in the never ending pits of one’s own selfishness and other’s self-centredness! Night grows into a day. As the hidden masks wear off and the light scatters the darkness around, few lives are stumbled into the darkness, those that spring to life in the darkest hour of the day. In the closed walls of the house, the demons of the lust e...

Is there a truth to bliss in relationships? When people from different worlds meet and walk along together a certain road, a bond is formed. That is true, with everyone. We form bonds with people we study with, work with, share a roof with. Are those bonds really strong or will they blow away after a certain time? isn’t it true, that most of the friends we had in school are a distant past, a few who come and go in intervals to say a “hi” or wish on a birthday? And same goes to college friends too, the occasional phone call, the occasional birthday wish and perhaps an occasional anniversary message or perhaps an occasional movie together or a luncheon together or a group dinner, etc. The same with ex-colleagues, despite spending more than twelve straight hours in office, the moment we leave the company, they are nothing but mirages on the road. And what about colleagues we work with? The people we spend considerable amount of time, the people with whom we have conversations that last lo...

“Why should I cook? It is a girl’s job!” I heard my brother stating vehemently. And the feminist in me took that as a sure sign of conflict, which triggered an age old debate of “Girl Job” and “Guy Job”. Boy, was I irked at that insolent tone or what! Define “girl job” for me please… just because a girl takes the responsibility of keeping a hot meal on the table twice a day, can that be labelled a girl’s job? I can show you a few hundred girls who do not know how to cook and I can show you a few hundred guys who do a grand job of putting a meal together. And the topic went on and on about the usual “paycheck is earned by men” “how difficult is it to cook a meal?” “Men do all the hardwork in the family and girls just cook and sleep” etc etc etc… I don’t even want to humble the questions with counter points. Seriously, I was surprised about the chauvinist attitude that I told him as such – to stop being such an MCP. Shudder! I was wondering, however, what good is all that manliness if he...