I will list a few superstitions that are prevalent in India (my family included)

  1. Cutting nails and hair on Saturdays bring bad luck. Hence, mom used to cut my nails on Fridays because Saturday was a nail-check day in school.
  2. If a black cat crosses your path, then your tasks get delayed. Hence, whenever a poor cat who was just going somewhere, unaware of how unlucky it is considered by humans, crosses our path, we are supposed to take seven steps back and then again start moving.
  3. The curse of 8. If you’re ruled by the number 8, then you will face a lot of hardships in life. Aaaaand my birthday is on 8th August. Imagine my condition on my birthday in the year 2008. The date was 08-08-08. To add to my woes, the Hindi news channels were going nuts over how destructive this day can be along with their visual and sound effects. My mother didn’t let me out of the house that day *frustrated*

There are many other superstitions that people believe blindly. All these things never bothered me much until one stupid superstition affected me personally. My grandpa was on his deathbed. Though he couldn’t recognize anybody, I just wanted to see him once. I was in a different city. My whole family was with him. When I told them I was coming everybody gave all sorts of ‘valid’ reasons to prevent me from coming there. Eventually I agreed and din’t go. And he passed away. After his rites and rituals were over, I came to know that they didn’t let me come because I was recently engaged and I shouldn’t be coming to an ‘impure’ event. I was taken aback, I yelled at my family. But the fact was everything was over. I wished I hadn’t been engaged or even better, I wished my family had used some brains. Because of one useless, brainless belief, I couldn’t meet my grandpa for the last time.

Superstition is no more a belief, it has become a habit. It has crept up peoples’ minds and has found itself a permanent place there. You can try all you want to convince people but where there is fear, there will be superstition. Until you stop fearing you can’t get rid of this habit.

In response to The Daily Post: “Superstition

Through my eyes

I am someone whose mind never rests. I don’t remember a time where I had absolutely nothing on my mind. Not every thought of mine is useful or productive. Most of them are crazy or don’t exist. I am way too emotional and up to the extent that I get restless if somebody is hurt remotely due to me. And I do care about what people think of me. I seriously wish for moments when my head is clear and free of any sort of thoughts.

Writing is my way of venting my thoughts, my emotions and a trial at clearing my head. I like observing people. Random people I meet on my way. And weaving stories around their expressions. If I could just capture the emotions of every single person and write a story behind it, I would. I have traveled on buses from the starting station till the end just to observe people. Although it would be quite creepy if I get caught someday staring at random people. But till date I have been lucky.

I believe everyone has a different story to tell. We don’t know their perspective but what if we actually could know it.

The other day, I was with my friends enjoying my coffee break at work. Few of my friends were having puff pastries. After finishing, they jerked the remnants off their clothes. And then I saw this:

IMG_20160331_174445-001This crumble was of no worth to us but this ant surely had something to party. I was just imagining what would be like in his world. Maybe he will go and tell his friends “Yo dudes! Party at my place tonight” or “My girl is gonna be so happy. I will take her on a surprise date.”

When I told my friends about this, they had a pretty good laugh at me and I was deemed crazy but it doesn’t hurt to be fun, you see.

I am an amateur at writing and photography and the purpose of this blog is to improve at both.

P. S. My friend stamped on the poor ant’s food or else he would be having a hell of a party tonight!

The Daily Post: Discover Challenge: “PERSPECTIVE



In response to The Daily Post photo challenge “Half-light

IMG_20160212_180129818 I hate to be inside during evenings, particularly in between 5-7 pm. My office gets over at 5. Either I stay late and take up extra work or go out with friends. This particular day I had to return early. So I thought to take a stroll on the terrace and that’s when I captured the evening sun in a different view.

If she were mine..

“If she were mine, she wouldn’t be seeing this day”, said Akhil.

He sat beside the hospital bed holding Shaila’s hand, tears welling up in his eyes.

Anant was standing by the window, head hung in disappointment.

“I would have kept her like a princess all my life.” he continued “I was ready to take the commitment. But it was my ill fate that she chose you over me. How could you let this happen to her?”

“I was scared of the commitment”, said Anant in a feeble voice. “It was all of a sudden and I never thought that she would take such a step.”

Shaila was a quirky and bubbly girl. She and Anant were in love during their college days. But after college, they moved to different cities for their jobs. They grew apart and eventually broke up. Then she met Akhil. He was everything she had ever hoped for. They dated for a year.

Then one day, Akhil proposed. She looked puzzled and asked him if he was sure. Akhil knew everything about Anant and that she misses him sometimes. He smiled and said he couldn’t be surer about anything else. Shaila said yes. They got engaged.

Everything was going good but somewhere, her heart still yearned for Anant. She thought it was unfair to Akhil. After all he is such a great guy and he accepted her after everything. She decided she will confess.

Scared, she told Akhil everything that was in her mind. He was heart-broken. He mustered up courage and asked her if she wants to go back to him. She said she wants to give it a try. Akhil broke down and sobbed furiously. She hugged him for one last time and handed over the ring to him.

But Anant turned out to be a wretch. He plainly said no saying he doesn’t want to see her ever again. Unable to take the rejection, she locked herself in her room and slit her wrists. Her friends found her when a lot of blood had been lost.

“I can’t see her like this”, said Akhil. And he went out of the room.

After sometime, the doctor informed her family that she is out of danger and back to her senses. He said she wants to speak to Akhil and Anant. Both of them went inside the room. Seeing her, Akhil got emotional. He sat beside her.

Shaila held his hands and smiled at him. She looked at Anant and said,”It was the biggest mistake of my life that I even thought of going back to you. Well, it wasn’t your mistake wholly. I should have asked first but you could have been a little nicer. I guess you have better things to do. Please leave.” As Anant was turning towards the door, she called out to him,” And never.. ever.. show me your face again.” With a terrible look on his face, Anant left.

She slowly turned her face towards Akhil and said,”You know people sometimes do stupid things. And you know what should other people do with them?”

“What?” asked Akhil.

“Forgive them.”, she said with a smile. “I am really sorry I put you through this. Can I have my ring back please?”

With a crooked look, Akhil said,”Huh, do i have a choice?”





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“But it’s your dream job,” said my grandma “Don’t miss the interview. I will manage”

“No, I won’t leave his side until he is well and moving”, said my grandpa on seeing his son down with fever.

30 years later,

“Brother please come to see father or at least send some money”, said my aunt “We need to admit him.”

“Can’t you keep him on painkillers for just two months? My daughter’s board exams are approaching. I will be there after that.”

“But her exams are in 21 days. And you are in the same city. He needs an immediate surgery or the doctors say he won’t be able to walk ever again.”

My uncle said, “Try to understand, I don’t want any sort of disturbance for her. I am sure you all will manage.”

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