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I was reading this news while watching Ocean’s Eleven! It was cool watching Clooney and Brad Pitt using their charms and wits to rob Casinos. Now watching a movie, where the Hero is performing such a heist is thrilling! C’mon we all agree that we will enjoy whatever the so-called “Heroes” do in the movie – be it a Dance, Romance scene, action, murder, theft anything. Period! They are the Hero – larger than life persona. Why else would a movie like Happy New Year, whose reviews I have been hearing are super bad(best being of Vigil guy’s) , but still the movie crossed 100 Cr mark making all those making the movie richer by god knows how many multiplications! Not just Happy New Year, but any movies in recent history and here I am talking only about Bollywood. Now this news also carried the headlines in many other news article mentioning, Bollywood style heist! You ask any movie makers and they will say they get inspired from real life incidents. So who got insp

As I sat in the balcony, sipping cup of tea, waiting for the dark clouds to open and shower with rains, With the hope to drown my worries, And have new hope inspired! I looked across the street Where the old lady struggling to sell flowers, And the auto driver tying to bargain with customer, And the watchman was sitting staring nowhere, And the maid was slowly walking back home. Do I have any bigger worries than any of them? Arose the question in my mind! Giving up on the rains I came in, Switching tv hoping to get distracted, But the plights of the innocent lives stranded in Gaza, And the anger of the loved ones of the aircraft mishaps , Crushed me more than anything! Switching it off and turning to the ever faithful smartphone, I stared at it wondering what to do, With the world around being so crazy, Except pen down my random thoughts, With the only hope to make myself feel better!

There are times when one gets so frustrated that all he/she sees is negative things around. One of those days results in all random rants! Well these were written in such days : * I used to wonder how girls/women used to cover their face completely while traveling especially in this hot sun, but now after I started riding my own 2-wheeler and circumstances forced me to cover my face completely, i have realized how useful it is, compared to getting all sweaty!     -  you don't have to bother about all those bikers who stop next to you during traffic signal and give those looks and at times comments, as they can't see your face now!     - you don't have to bother about all those peering eyes in bus and bus stops as they call all see is face covered girl with cooling glass!  But then I wonder why should I be scared and hide my face just because of some idiots who roam around with their only agenda in life is to make life of women helpless/worse! * In thi

Queen - Every girl is bought up as a princess/queen(hamari rajkumari/rani) in her parent's house, only to be given to some guy/family in the name of marriage - that's the only worthwhile work in her life!! As I was watching the movie Queen yesterday, somewhere I could relate to the 2 other movies - English Vinglish and The Lunchbox. These 3 movies show the reality of what women are face in this Society from all the facets of life. A Girl is taught not just how to eat, tidy up and then cooking, but also on how to behave(Wear Dupatta always, never shout at others, never tell lies etc) And ofcourse she has to take permission for anything and everything she wants to do(from wither parents, siblings,relatives or future-in-laws). She is taught that she has to be dependent on someone always in her life and not voice out her own opinions/likings unless asked to! She is made to feel guilty if she does anything that pleases her. Even if she can be a bit independent in her own house, wh

She looked at herself in the mirror after struggling to put on the wedding dress. Her eyes were moist. The door opened. He looked smiling at her with the same love he had when he had proposed to her. He carried her walking to the mandap. The accident had crippled her just before the wedding. P.S - another attempt at  55F :)

He was busy coding. One more hour of work and he would call it a day, actually night! He glanced at the clock - 7pm. Almost everyone had left for the day in his bay. As he was looking forward to the solitude hour, his intercom rang. He picked it up and even before he could say hello, a girl's voice - " Connect to the International bridge ". All he could this was - What a voice! Even before he could say anything, the girl again said(shouted) - "International Bridge, can you connect fast. Am late for the call". Without thinking, he routed her  number to the Operator and kept down the phone. He glanced at the computer screen but only the voice kept ringing in his mind! Finally her call got over. She had got late in her 1st call itself. Damn the Operator for taking so much time to dial the number. Already it was tough to handle the project work and finally she had got a chance to talk to Clients, that too on the day she reached home earlier(7pm). It was almost 2 we

He stared at the stars up in the sky very confused. This was not supposed to be like that! Was it? Lying in the mattress in the terrace of his friend's house, he could not understand why he was here instead of going down and talking to others. He turned and looked at his phone. The battery had to die now only! He closed his eyes and slowly started thinking. She was his friend, that's it. But then why did he miss her so much. It was just a weekend. Monday he would be back and they would meet as was their routine. Her smiling face kept popping in his head. They had met almost 2 years back through a common friend. Being in same company and location, gave them enough opportunities to meet and slowly they became close of friends. They had soon formed a close gang of friends, who regularly met which was sometimes daily if all were in same work place! The daily talks had continued with chats almost whole time and most weekends meetup with the gang. But then she was also a

He kept looking at the door wondering when she will be coming? He glanced at the watch and then at the door. It was already 3pm. She is normally in by this time. He had already bought his weekly groceries. The only thing he needed now was time before she came.  Just as he was losing his patience, she walked in to the store. His heart skipped a beat looking at her ever smiling face. She looked around and took the basket to do her shopping.  She was wearing pink top and jeans, his favorite! He tried to act as if he was shopping and went behind her. He knew her routine well by now. The order in which she picks up her groceries and then admires those chocolates and flowers in the entrance while the billing is being done. He never had the courage to talk to her. Many times she would have passed him. Each time he would freeze as if some one shot him! It was already 4 months since he saw her first, during one of the friend's party. The moment she had walked into the h