There will be home coming

I will be back,hopefully soon.
When I have words,thoughts,action and stories.
I will be back soon.

Sleeping in the library

Friend:So how's padhai going.
Me:Yewah,okay.What about you?
Friend:Hmmm same here.
(nonchalance everywhere I tell you!)
Me:So what's it like in the Capital(She is preparing in Delhi)?Do people study a lot there?
Friend:Well,one of my friend even sleeps in the libaray!!Doesn't talk to anyone and is completely shut off from the world!
Me:**Dies and  goes to hell**

There was no reason to not believe what she just told me.I for once did not have even an iota of doubt to what she had stated.This was no exaggeration.It's a maniacal frenzy and I want to be mad too!

Words are all I have

That's what I like about blogging.

There are no rules.

There are no set parameters.

There is no format.

There is no compulsion.

No word limit.

No dictatorship.

No editorial hassles(hmm fine,you might want to work on that one for your own good).

You can write when you please and then take a LOOOOOOOOONG break.

No answerability,no accountibility.

It's FREE!!

It could be anything from an online journal,to a travel diary,a food guide perhaps?Or a space to vent out.Scratch the soul.Political opinions.

Thank God for the wonderful technology.

You could even let it pass when you want to write but have nothing significant to write about.No big deal.

Posts like these also work!

Kundli mile na mile,blood group zarur milna chahiye

We are going to call her Mrs.Housewife(abbreviated to mhw)because well,yes she is!A friend of mine since teenage.It's been almost a decade and we are touch wood,quite thick still.We talk on the phone,share our concerns and problems and meet up whenever she is in town.I,for one, always had(have) an immense respect for housewives so you see calling her mhw is in no way belittling her existence.But this post isn't about a housewife(though I admit I might straggle in that zone too) or about our friendship(which I absolutely heart),it's about a disease that she had called me up to ask about-a heamoglobinopathy to be exact which loosely explained is a disorder afflicting the RBC and making them less useful for their function.Depending upon the degree of ill-health a patient could lead his life from anywhere normal to requiring blood transfusion every month and suffering from hoards of infections.

Apparently,someone in her family had beta-thalassemia,thankfully,though a minor form.I couldn't resist asking her if someone else had the same disease.And yes,like I had expected others too suffered the same pathos,two of them being a couple and so,their child had thallesemia major with a need for blood transfusion every month!This was the first time I realized how not matching of blood groups before marriage can lead to such gory consequences later as my Zoology teacher would put in during coaching,"Kundli mile na mile,blood group zaroor milna chahiye".Being fed on a diet of pure conventions,I didn't honour the pearls of wisdom much then although years of colleging did change that.I agonised that whilst matching horoscopes might be imperative,blood matching couldn't be overemphasized either in the welfare of the would-be mother and the child who would sometime in future eventually enter the world.


Remember that scene from the movie Salaam Namaste where the female protagonist, Priety Zinta requests Saif Ali Khan to undergo a blood test in order to ensure that he is negative for thalassemia failing which their child could have thalassemia major as the heroine herself had minor form of the disease,exactly what I mean!Pardon me dear reader,writing the entire pathophysiology of the disease would be a little out of scope but you could check it here.Hey and doesn't this post makes total sense in lieu of all the hype over the movie What's your rashee these days(I am yet to watch it but I gather that it's all about astrological compatibility).Talk of perfect timings *chuckles*!

Hhhhhhhhh.....

Honestly,I didn't hate you as such but then I didn't love you either.I saw no reason why girls should swoon over you like a mad gushing bunch.You physique never really quivered me.You meant nothing.Your existence was of no standing value to me.Apparently,you were just a blue eyed poster boy.Till today.Till a few minutes back.Now,I am in love with you.You gave me that motivation amidst all the pulling back,all the lows.You just inspired me.There is nothing called impossible,you reinstigated that belief in me,for,somewhere it was all becoming fuzzy and forgotten.Shortcomings had taken over the strengths.They were almost on their way to victory defeating the will.But you showed me the way out.

You stammered,you still do you admitted.A disability not life hampering in an exceedingly large way but causing enough mental anguish nevertheless.I can't imagine what a difficult childhood you must have had.Oh!the boys at school would snigger and you would flunk the orals.Could you participate in the elocution and read fluently the chapters in class.Not a chance.You would walk with your head down and became painfully shy.

We only see what you are today,we didn't know you practice for an hour each day so you wouldn't falter under our scanning eyes.And I almost forgot about that back problem of yours-scoliosis.I feel a little backache today and I sat all day long pilling on muscle relaxants.You made me forget the little ache which I think was too much for me.Scoliosis, really?If you could manage that what is my pain!!With that gangly matchstick body,a mammoth effort to even utter words and a physical pain you triumphed.You did it!!With all those larger-than-life roles,speaking impeccable Urdu in long sentences you won our hearts!You are a Hero,thank you Mr.Hritik Roshan(and I am amazed how unmanageable it must have been to even speak your own name,an important part of your identity,like you told us you stammer most with the silent alphabets like "H" and other explosive words like "P").Hats off to you.

I am not a great fan of Celebrity Talk Shows usually but  Tere Mere Beech Mein by Farah Khan is OUTSTANDING!Go watch it to understand the power of today's episodes.

Takhliya

It would still kill

The glass was broken

It slipped off hand 

There were consolations and assauges

They didn't help

Because,ultimately 

The glass lay on the floor shattered

The pieces would injure and cause to bleed 

 And no amount of commiserations would ever help that.

The Weakest Link

Status:Ranting 

I often fail to realize why do some people criticize so much,not about the system,amenities or such worldly pursuits but people.Constant chiding leads to a complete break down of a person's confidence and the ever vulnerable self-esteem.A little unfavourable judgment can be bearable and constructive but when it is not balanced with some sort of appreciation and acceptance,it can be disastrous!This is not to say of the mortals who are born just for this job and would never let go of an opportunity to say negative things about anyone but of those who matter to us and to whom we mean something as well.And since their opinion counts if it is disconfirming all the time it zaps us of all the goodwill we thought we possessed.It pushes us deep in that dungeon of guilt like we didn't have enough baggages already. 

I don't say that impressions must never be expressed.They should be,nothing must ever bottle up.But yes,if something unpalatable has been spoken of a person and the soul in consideration accepts his mistake it shouldn't be the only thing ever told.Little appreciation when not in foul mood can wipe off most distraught accusations made in a fit of rage or so I believe.Why is it always so difficult to speak positively?Why do we unremittingly feel the urge to say that which is evil but think our minds can be scanned for what good we feel in our hearts?And to quote Carrie Bradshaw "Why is it is easy to believe the bad reviews and not the good ones"?