musings

Summers this year arrived with a vengeance..In full anger as if desiring to blaze everything that comes in its way..I always hated summers.Everything seems so dry and passionless.Trees loose their green lustre, the lush green grass of winter converts into hay. The same happens to us, sweating all the time,totally dehydrated,we look like a dry tree with all the leaves shredded,at least i do.I feel baked. Come summers and we are flooded with ads on television selling so many methods to beat the heat.Magazines and news papers with columns dedicated to how to be chilled and look cool in the sweltering heat. For years i have been trying different talcs, anticipating, that one of them may turn the trickling ,sticky sweat into ice flakes and flowers would be showered from above.Or have been trying various shampoos to regain the lost lustre of my hair, swallowed by the perspiration.But all in vain.No amount of toner,cucumber juice ,or rose water, can stop my open pores from  gaping at...

There is a plethora of divorce these days,in couples who are in their middle age,whose marriages are not less than twenty or more years old.This is a generation which was born in the 60s and 70s, a generation which is considered to be the last bearer of age old ethics,of traditional family values. Then how come they are breaking the shackles?Daring to negate the fear of "log kya kahenge" syndrome. I too, belong to this generation.We grew up watching our parents trying to keep their marriage intact,no matter what happened.As kids,it was really soothing,when our parents made up after their fights.Maybe the young age,the vulnerability , made us unable to see that one of the two must have given in,one of them must have compromised to keep the marriage going. But was it right?Is compromising  being escapist?.These questions keep popping up in my mind now and then. Is it right to keep the family intact at the cost of giving up one's individuality?.I have a successful marri...