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Thought for TODAY:26th Feb 2012

For every single reason you have to love someone you have enough reasons to hate too.  The only difference is love is stronger than hate.  The day that equation changes that's when you realize it is difficult to survive together.

Main [ Me] - A poem

बेटियां तो होती है पराया धन, बचपन से ये  सुन सुन कर थक गया था मेरा मन. ससुराल जाके पता चला ये  घर भी नहीं था मेरा अपना, और टूट गया मेरा वो  एक सपना. कौन हु मैं? क्या है मेरा वजूद?क्या आपके पास है मेरे इन सवालो का जवाब मौजूद? " अबला नारी " - नहीं है पह्चान हमारी. अबला वोह है जो खुद बलवान बन्ने के लिए हमे अबला बुलाते है;  और फिर हमे न जाने क्या क्या सुनते है. मत भूलो वो नारी ही थी जो यमराज से लड़कर अपने पति को वापस ले आई थी ; और वह मीरा जिसकी भक्ति निराली थी.  जीवन के हर कदम पे नारी अलग अलग रूप मैं  साथ चली है ;  कभी माँ तो कभी प्रेयसी ;  कभी पत्नी तो कभी बहन ; कभी बेटी बनके तो कभी दोस्त .. कई दुखो को सहने की है क्षमता ; बदले मैं देती है सिर्फ प्यार और ममता. जन्मदाता है यह इनकी तरक्की न सही तबाही तो न दो.  P.S: This poem has been published in Kaleidoscope ezine's May 2012 issue.  

Samjhota [ Compromise ]- A poem

आज तक हमेशा सिखाया गया  - नारी का दूजा नाम समझोता. कभी माता पिता की खातिर, या कभी समाज से डरकर, समझोता, समझोता, समझोता. क्या बस यही जिंदगी है? क्यों बनू मैं समझोते का पुतला? क्यों करू मैं जो मेरा मन न माने?  क्या यह मेरी गलती है जो मैं पैदा हुई औरत बनकर? या फिर इस बड़े संसार मैं जगह नहीं मेरे सपनो की? न मांगू चाँद, न मांगू तारे - बस करना चाहू वही जो करो तुम सारे. सुना है नामुमकिन कुछ भी नहीं; पर मैं तो करना चाहू वोही जो मुमकिन है. क्या मैं बिना समझोते के छू सकती हु वोह सफलता क आसमान? ?  Translation: Till today I have always been taught to accommodate. Sometimes for parents or sometimes for the fear of society. Accommodate, accommodate, accommodate. Why should I become a puppet depicting accommodation? Why should I do something which my heart does not agree to? Is it my fault I was born as a woman? Or does this big world does not have place for my dreams? I am not asking for stars or the moon. I just want to do what everyone does. I have heard nothing is

Book Review : Down the road - 28 Campus Tales by 16 authors

Introduction "Down the road" by Grey Oak publishers, priced at Rs.195/- is an interesting medley of short stories.  Behind the Book ' An exciting and eclectic collection of short stories that brings out all those memories - unforgettable, warm, thrilling and at times embarrassing - of life & time in school and college campuses .' About the authors & publishers The publishing house had previously launched a book called Urban Shots having almost the same authors with short stories set in the backdrop of urban cities. This book coming from them, having the same names definitely raised the bar of expectations for the readers. 'Me' Thinks Standing true to it's name this book manages to take you on a trip down the memory lane to the school/ college days of your lives. With an eye-catching cover this book makes a light and enjoyable read. Every emotion that you can associate with it ranging from heartbreaks, first crushe

Book Review : Tea for two and a peice of cake - Preeti Shenoy

Introduction Author Preeti Shenoy's third book " Tea for two and a piece of cake " is published by Random House India priced at Rs. 125/- Behind the Book Tea for two and a piece of cake is an unusual, a heart warming and gripping love story between two people who have so much to lose by getting into a relationship with each other, yet so much to gain. About the Author Preeti Shenoy is an author and an artist, with two national bestseller.s Her interests are as multifarious and diverse as her several academic degrees, which include an internationally recognized from UK in portraiture. She loves yoga, travelling, nature, creating stuff, photography, blogging and basketball. 'Me' Thinks " At the end of it all, only love wins....... " These words ring in my mind long after I have finished reading author Preeti Shenoy's third book " Tea for two and a piece of cake " published by Random House India. This book comes