Is it our lives which has become so fickle or is it our frivilously predictable mindsets ?

While sitting to write down this blog after a very long time, makes me reminisce about so many events and incidents that has made me the person that I am today, it’s not that I am not evolving as a human being now, but it’s different in a way because now I am not surrounded by unwanted people, I am with myself only and that is a story in itself! I remember being seated in one of those renowned preparatory classes, among those elite students, all having dreams of getting an admission in one of the best medical college in the city. During one of the session, a tutor asked everyone, who lives in a rented house? and I was the only one who raised her hand, in fact I was the only pupil among those rich elite kids around me who used to reach for the session in a three wheeler, and I could see their facial expressions judging me or now I can surely say that I was judging them, and was getting succumb to the inferior complexity that developed in my head at that point of time. Do ...

Is it cockroaches, lizards or that extra flab on your body, or your dusky dark skin, or your short/tall stature, or your inability to speak in a certain language, or not having to afford branded clothes, watches, business class travel trips or the most exquisite car? I mean, aren’t we all afraid of losing out on those materialistic desires than losing ourselves in this banal struggle of proving to others, that oh look at my extravagant lifestyle but talk shit about me behind my back, because I am only about flaunting my materialistic gains, but I am nothing about my virtues and my character. In this day and age we are crazy about selfies and showing off our privileges to others, to get likes and comments but are too afraid to show others the real us. So much so, that our family and co-workers or even our close mates have no idea, what battles we are fighting within and vice versa. It’s all been taught to us that: ‘the thing which we fear the most we should do it more often’, ‘...

It’s about 5:00am in the morning; the pet dog of the house wakes up from his deep sleep, not groggy at all, instead up and charged for his morning stroll in the garden downstairs, for that he needs to wake up his owner with his drools and licks. But she anyway would have woken up, like she had been waking up for past 25 years to make breakfast for every member of the house diligently, just like an army rule at sharp 7:00am, nicely done, hot breakfast is always ready to be served on the table. Arzu was the middle child, in the family of 4 siblings living with their parents and a grandmother. She was born premature at the time of birth, had congenital myopia and possibly infected with bacterial meningitis. Whatever happened she was unable to obtain any formal education and always remained that timid, introverted home bound individual who anyway had to learn house chores to survive, as her other two sisters somehow managed to finish their high school and completed their p...