Sunday, January 31, 2010


On 1st of February woke up to the shocking news of two 19 year olds committing suicides in two different places. They were both the only children of their parents.
Towards the end of article the reason was written. They had been in love for 8 years. The guy was a Muslim and the girl a Hindu. Obviously parents didn’t like it. So the easy solution was sought by two.
The guy had hung himself. The girl tried to hang herself on a tree at the college compound. Later she jumped from the building were the hostel staff found the body in the morning.
Falling in love is a big privilege, ask me. Having been in love for 8 years is an epic that too from the tender age of 11. When I was 11, I used to say ‘Yuck!!’ on hearing about girls ( I was a bit late in these kind of areas).
What is the point in separating souls who wanted to be together from their childhood? Is religion for propagating your beliefs through producing children from your own kind? If religion cannot make a man whole, what is the big point?
The insecurity and inexperience makes the matter worse for these young people. Children mature up sexually really fast nowadays (when I was a kid it was abnormal to see girls with good boobs. But nowadays girls as young as 12 and 13 can give you a sexual arousal). But emotional maturity is attained very late because all the decisions a kid has to take is made by somebody else.
I know people who remained unmarried for 40 years and the parents had to at last agree to the children’s wish. So suicide is not the only solution or method to rebel. Think big guys.
On a personal note I am not going to blame the parents or the suiciders. Life is not exactly black and white.
I am not lucky enough to have fallen in love. My mom has told me that if I ever fall in love it must be someone from my own religion. I don’t know what will I do if I am lucky enough to fall in love with a girl of a different religion.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Thank You

A small boy was playing by the riverside. He loved doing paper crafts. He was quite good at making ships, planes and other stuffs out of paper.
It was the season of rain and they had pretty good rain that year. There was a strong current in the river. His mom had allowed him to play by the river side only on a condition that he will stay by the river bank. There the river was shallow and it’s quite safe.
But the paper ships were not floating fast enough. He wanted the ships to tear through the water. For this he will have to move to the side of river with more action.
But the rocks there are going to be slippery. His mother had strictly warned him not to go there. But the spirit of adventure and bravery couldn’t hold him back. He was old and strong enough to stay on the rock without slipping. He had done this before when his mother was not around. Besides he was quite sure that he is strong enough to swim through these currents. His mother had gone back home to pick something. He carefully strode through the rocks and began his games.
He was quite immersed in the enjoyment. As expects his ships were floating fast. Suddenly he slipped and fell in the water. He tried to swim but the waves were too strong for him. Two or three gulps of water went in. He was starting to lose consciousness. The boy called out but there was no one around.
He floated listlessly for some distance.
A fisherman’s attention was caught by something floating. In these strong rains strange things will surely float down the river from up the hill. But he suspected it was someone who got caught in the current. Yes, he was right. He jumped into the river. There was no time to think about one’s life or chances of success and failure.
He was strong and experienced. With great difficulty the fisherman saved the boy. The boy had lost the consciousness. The fisherman had some difficulty in helping the boy regain consciousness. Thankfully he was not far from home and he had no injury.

Days later the boy went to the market with his mother. He saw the fisherman there. The boy ran to him. and held his hand. His mother followed the running boy out of curiosity and alarm. The boy introduced him to the fisherman.
‘Maa, this is the guy who risked his life for saving me from the river’
The mother, ‘Oh, so it was you. I was looking out for you. Where is the green cap my boy was wearing?’


This is going to my third blog... What the hell!! I don't know.

I want the posts to be short and powerful. The reader must be able to reflect himself.

The posts can be thoughts, incidents and anything that touched the writer's life... Anything that sparks the person in you!!

And I would not mind co-authors too!!!