Why we cannot RIP..

We cannot rest in peace..

A precious life has been lost.

This cannot and should not be the end.

She cannot be forgotten, we cannot move on with life as usual.

Lets question, Lets challenge, Lets Protest.

Why are our laws not strong enough to prevent this.

Why are women unsafe on streets, why are they expected to take measures to keep themselves safe, why cant they feel protected, safe.

Is it only the streets, incidents have happened at home, perpetrators being close “family” and “friends”

Do we not need special squads that will be dedicated to protect women..

Sqauds that will not be wasted on “bandobast”, protecting people who dont need protection?

Do we need a change of mindsets.. who is going to protect women from their own “family” and friends”

They cannot be told what to wear, they cannot be asked not to step out of their houses, they cannot be told they are responsible.

No, we cannot RIP

Those who ignore the past are condemned to repeat it, we cannot afford this to be repeated.

No we cannot RIP, lets not RIP


In love with a Super Blogger-my entry to the GetPublished contest

He had decided to attend the IndiBlogger meet for one thing and one thing only, he had come here only for Priya, to hear her speak. He had been amazed by what she had become, an internet sensation!.

Her followers on Twitter numbered in the tens of thousands, her blogs one of the most read. People waited eagerly for her posts, “liking” them almost as soon as she published them.

She didn’t comment on trending topics, topics she commented on became trends.

Leading brands queued up for her, hoping she would write about their products, some hoping that even the merest mention on her blogs would make their products overnight hits.

Even at this IndiBlogger meet she was to be the star speaker, her speech was to be the highlight of this event. The book she had written on her experiences as a blogger had been a runaway hit. The online persona she had built, the followers she had earned, the success she had achieved online was what most bloggers dreamt of.

Yet that was not the Priya he had known just a few years back, that was not the Priya that he and his friends had been so cruel to. The Priya he had known had been a very different person.

After having tried to look for her all these years, he had bumped into her quite accidentally online and been amazed and even proud of what she had achieved.

Back then he hadn’t realized how precious she was, he hadn’t known he was in love with her, he hadn’t even known what love was, he had been too stupid and naive. He knew he had been wrong. He had hurt her; he had given into peer pressure.

He knew he and his stupid friends had destroyed something beautiful.

He had lived with the guilt of what he had done all these years. He had wanted to say sorry, but her family had moved out of their small town almost right after that incident and he had lost track of her.

Today he had gathered enough courage, he wanted to stand in front of her and say he was sorry; he wanted to say he had been stupid; and lastly if she would listen long enough, he wanted to say that he loved her.
He had loved her then and was hopelessly in love with her today.
How had he hurt her?
Should she forgive him?
Will she be able to forgive him?
What will he have to do to convince her that both his regret and his love were really genuine?

This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India


Happy Birthday Dad.. Why I hadn’t said anything..

On his birthday I had posted a picture of the small little cake that we’d got him (he would have obviously frowned on anything bigger..). He’d made his internet debut with that on his 76th birthday.

Happy Birthday Dad..

I happened to show it to him the other day..

In what is the characteristic super eloquence that Father’s normally reserve for their sons, looking up from his reading with just the faintest of nod’s he managed a “oh good”, looked at it for a few seconds and then went back to his reading.

In turn with the characteristic eloquence and show of “cool” that normally son’s reserve for their father’s, I managed a “yup” with a shrug of my shoulders.

I quite suspect he had wanted to say a lot more than that..

I definitely had a lot more to say than what I had managed..

I wanted to tell him that cake actually stood for all the goodness that he had blessed us with all throughout, the abundance he had striven to provide for us all his life.

The beauty and sweetness he had filled our lives with.. the many birthday’s he made sure we celebrated with everything we wished for..

Those candles standing for how he’d led his life, himself burning, sacrificing, making sure darkness never touched our lives.

That was my way of saying thank you to him, telling him I was proud…

But am I actually going to say all this to him.. have him read this post even?

Naaah.. because then he’d be embarrassed, and then Id be embarrassed, and everything would be a little awkward and then we wouldn’t know what to do..

I guess some thing’s are best left unsaid..

They are best, just felt!


My son.. the beach bum!

Dad, I want to go to the beach!!

This is what he said when he called me at work the other day, and I couldn’t help smiling..

Nothing else does it for him; it has to be the beach!

I clearly remember the first time we took him to a beach, he’s been a different person ever since…

Every holiday ever since has had to have a trip to the beach, and there’s just no way I can say no to…..




Here’s how our typical “sessions” at the beach begin.. we are almost always the first ones to hit the beach, hurrying like the blazes.. Like the sea might run out of water any minute now..

And we are always the last ones to head back.. always a difficult conversation..

He is always at his creative best..

He loves building castles on the sand … and in the air.. he one day wants a house close to the beach!!

The sea also brings out his adventurous best..

The closest beach is a good 3-4 hour drive..

but the pure joy on his face always makes it worthwhile!!

So there it is.. he has decided, another trip to the beach is imminent..

And to be fair to him..I am just as big a beach bum as he is.. At the time of going to press, both of us are working on strategies to convince his mother 🙂

If you too are a beach bum (hopefully its apparent by now.. I use the term with utmost affection), please do leave behind information about your favorite beach (and here’s a hint: these don’t have to be on some top 20 list beaches..The best beaches somehow always seem to be those hidden gems, tucked faraway from the maddening crowds.. where its just you, the sun the sand and the waves)

I am hoping my son reads this blog one day and finds this list of beaches you would have so kindly left behind..

I am hoping he might visit all these beaches..

And then I hope he starts a blog of his own..

sharing his thoughts on why being a beach bum.. might actually be a good thing!