Ishithaa

Break the connection. Kill the emotion. That is what I chant, that is what my aim is for now, for you. Maybe it will be impossible for me; maybe I will breakdown in the process. But since this is what you truly want, this is what you will be happy with; I will give it to you. No matter what the consequences are. All the times we sat beside each other in class, you kept repeating not to get close to you as you were just a guy with no real emotions or feelings of warmth towards anyone in general. All the time, though I listened to you with a calm expression and admiration on my face, I was hoping fervently that maybe I am the one who will bring the change in you, I am the one whom you will refer to as a friend, I am the one you will have some warm feelings towards. Sadly, I realize it now. All the time you said those harsh words to me, you were telling me the truth and preparing me for this pain that was certain to come. That one day would come when we would certainly part ways,

Vicky and I are getting married this weekend, finally. Our journey towards tying the nuptial knot was longer and harder than it was for most of you reading this post. We are not too young to get married, yet our love was classified as infatuation and God knows with what other adjectives. Always looked upon with dirty eyes, the mothers we met on the roads shielded their children’s eyes so they wouldn’t see us and be ‘influenced’. Our own mothers never understood and moved away from us. Ours might be an unconventional love story, but I see nothing wrong in it, for we were made this way, by the same Gods who made you. We are not born of a lesser god, we are born of the very same Gods you exalt and try to please everyday with the numerous amounts of bhajans and keerthans and the agarbathis .  Maybe the reason he doesn’t listen to your prayers is that you lack what makes us different from you. You lack Love, Love like God meant it to be. Though hated by you, the society we were bor

Considering I’m a 27 year old working woman, living a cozy life surrounded by friends, warm and caring neighbours, aesthetically chosen potted plants in the breezy penthouse in the upper middle class locale of the metro, my life is easy. When you add to it that I have a drool-worthy boyfriend ‘K’, who is not only loving, sensible and intelligent, but shares a lot of my passions too. The chemistry we strike up is irresistible and we often have to deal with envious glances that stare and wonder at the amazing relationship we have. Today is the 25 th of my favourite month, January. January marks the beginning of a new year – a new era, a time when people take resolutions and work their best to follow them with utmost sincerity; there are enough and more reasons to like the first month of the year. My reason however is different. It’s K’s birth month, and 25 th is his birthday. We will celebrate his birthday tonight in my penthouse over an intimate dinner cooked entirely by the lo

Growing up as an only child of parents who had eloped from home and tied ‘the knot’, I grew up mostly alone, not knowing the bonding and the friendly fist fights with my siblings, not knowing what it felt like to piggy-ride my uncles, not knowing the pleasure of sleeping in a granny’s lap her lullaby paving the way to my dreams. Walking home from school, the water bottle dangling on my neck, talking to every plant on the way, kicking every stone on the road, the 5 minute path for any normal kid took me more than double the time to reach my home. That day, walking home on a similar fashion, I saw an old man sitting on one of the shop verandahs eating groundnuts. In love with hot groundnuts and curious about old people with wrinkled skin, I went closer to examine the man’s face and he offered me a handful of groundnuts. This small exchange developed into a strong friendship, as the days passed, our relationship too got stronger. I knew not where he lived or who he was, he never as

It is fascinating to think of Krishna as someone from history, rather than as a mythological character. Various theories of the actual existence of the lost city of Dwaraka, of the Brahmastra being the metaphor for a nuclear blast are all very intriguing. Sanghi’s use of Sanskrit, the various shlokas from the Vedas and Upanishads, the theory of Big Bang, the similarity in the Shiv Ling and the nuke reactors, make for a very curiosity generating read. The similarities Ashwin Sanghi’s Krishna Key holds to Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons are too many to ignore. ü   A central character who is an academician, ü   An ancient secret rooted in history & mythology, ü   Death of friends/eminent personalities in the same/related field , ü   A female ‘sidekick’ ü   Religious symbolism, ancient codes and puzzles that need to be solved, ü   A psychopathic killer, ü   Twist ending, on who the villain is. Belonging to a family

 I was really worried when the famous ‘Message in a Bottle’ by Nicholas  Sparks  failed to move me much. Of course it was good, I almost had tears  at one point when I was mid way through the whole book, but then again, I might have been expecting a wee bit more from the author of ‘A Walk to Remember’, that movie I loved the first time I saw it.  The fact the 400 odd page affair was done within a matter of a few hours, is not what left me surprised…even shocked and sad to some extent. The sad part was that I expected more RQ from this… romance quotient that is, and for a moment, it had me worried.  Had I really grown up and grown beyond the gushy mushy feelings a romance could bring in me? Would the skipped heart beats and the fluttering butterflies remain a thing of my glorious (maybe not so very glorious…he he) past?! Had the world really taken over me and extinguished that crazy spark of romance that I’d been guarding so very closely since the first chick flick I’d read?