Dilemmas of today

   It's 10 in the evening, I'm chilling out with my friends and my phone rings. Even before I slide my hand into my pocket and take out my mobile phone, I know it's who. It's my mom calling because it's her daily routine. She might forget to watch her daily soaps but she will always remember to check on me, whether I'm in college or wandering with my pals. Her questions are fixed. Where are you? With whom? When are you returning home? Have you had something to eat? and there are endless of these questions to which I only answer in yes or no. And God forbid you tell her I'm coming at 'x' time then the whole menu card of dishes is repeated in that call and if I don't come at that exact time I said to her, she will call me a minute later and ask where I was. To which I always reply chill mom I'm on my way. She doesn't have food until I'm back so we can together dine. Sometimes I get angry at her, sometimes it embarrasses me but when I lo...

    Before reading this look into the mirror and try to understand the emotion that you are feeling at the very moment. You might be happy, you may be sad, you could be tired of the hectic day or just outright frustrated or you might feel a combination of many emotions. It's very difficult to fathom the emotions, the feelings. These things cannot be articulated, they can neither be measured. But then look at an infant you can easily determine what emotion he/she is having. Either the baby may be crying or laughing with joy. That is because the child doesn't have to deal with the tyranny of the world that we live in. A child behaves in a similar way both with elders or with children his own age unless he is taught to behave in a certain manner. Till this point the child is innocent but once a child goes to school he starts to realise that I must respect my elders, my teachers even though he likes or not that's when he first learns to wear a mask, a face. Wearing faces me...

   After hard hitting last couple of blogs I am taking a breather with this one. This one seemed to be an easy topic at first but gave a tough time to finish. Yes, it's my birthday week. But I don't know whether to be happy celebrating my 21st birthday or to be sad at loosing my innocent ages too soon. I don't know whether this happens with everyone or not but leading to my birthday each year my family, especially my mom, aunts and grandmothers discuss about me all day. How naughty I was in my childhood, where and when was I born, how I used to cry at night and not let anybody sleep, how I used to throw everything away preferably on my neighbour's roof, how I used to never walk and needed someone to pick me up. I get completely amazed as I can't obviously remember my naughtiness, I blush when my relatives tell me that you've changed drastically.      Well, this year was all the same. The same relatives visiting, me chilling out with my friends, 12'o clock ...