Hypocrisy- isn't it?

The Delhi rape case.. and everyone is enraged or so it seems. What makes me say so?
Well read this. What are people doing exactly. Sitting at home, updating their facebook status and liking the ones updated by others regarding the same.
And when you ask  them to join the movement, you get replies like- I am busy, My mom doesn't allow me, I am going out for a boy's night out, and last but not the least I've a job. The maximum we do is to update our profile pictures to a black dot and say we are against rape. Oh Sure you are..! You sit at home, snuggled up in blanket and abuse rapists. Yes, yes that will help the society.
Yes, protest is not a solution but it is the only option near to the solution.So India wake up, rise. It would never look like a big deal to you until it happens with you. Make your country a secure place for women.
I  heard another story of a man drugging and raping a 3rd year old (Read again 3 year old) in west Delhi. Isn't it a shame?

Moreover I would like to thank Honey Singh for objectifying women. Speaks volumes of the society we live in.             

Get your asses up from your comfort zones before it is too late.        

I want this.. I want that.. What do I want..?? SOLITUDE..!

Jammu is freezing today. I haven't seen the sun since quite a while and here I sit, nested cozily inside my blanket (well my mom still keeps an eye if I am staying warm or not, lest i should catch cold.. MOMs will be MOMs and I love my mom :)). I, being a good girl, am obeying my mom and keeping my body warm, yet I feel cold, cold inside. My skin maybe warm but under this skin I feel nothing. I feel damp and wet. I am not really a melancholic but at times stuffs happen and I start to lament. Perhaps, December does this to me. The cold me inside competes with the cold outside.Whoa hold on, this in noway means that I have lost that living spirit. That's still inside but everyone has these days and I am having one too.

So what landed me here, in this condition? I was as usual working on my college selection process when suddenly a thought struck me,not thought but more of a childhood dream that was lost somewhere all this time, maybe not just lost but intentionally hidden for I had to focus on the reality rather. It was like one of those movies where the story goes into the flashback and everything appears clearly in front of your eyes.I realized later this is something I still want and here it goes;

I *wish* to live in a city where I am a total stranger, where there is no one who knows me. I would roam the streets, may be Times square, or streets of London or Notre dame or Great Canal, Venice, anywhere with my CAMERA all time, clicking pictures of the changing seasons, random people, capturing various moods arbitrarily, the anger, the innocence, the love, the hatred.Mornings I would go to a biology lab and research and the evenings I would dress up in a warm jacket and long boots, and walk over the freshly fallen snow and click the bewitching beauty of nature. Maybe roaming around the streets of London and watching everyone dressed up whole in black (like in old movies) will do! A place where I would return home without anyone to question me, and then I would sit down and write and write, a place where I would have to keep no one happy but me. It would be all about Me and just Me.

So as the flashback ceased, I felt a li'l suffocated.I couldn't breathe for a while. I realized this is something I still want. I want a life like this.I need some solitude. I looked out of my window and it had grown dark, very dark. It was pitch black with some lights lit far away.I could relate to it,maybe for now its dark in here but still there are some lights lightening the path or maybe I can use the light inside my heart to guide me through this. Its only a matter of taking a step to my dreams. After all there is a light at the end of every tunnel and its only in the darkest of the night that we see the brightest of the stars. :) I wish for the day when I upload a post saying I am living my dream.

"Solitude is the place of purification."

Babiessssss..... NOooo wayy...

Yes, the above illustration represents me aptly. Every time when someone asks me to hold me a baby, I panic just the same, thinking I might hurt the li'l life. Ok, yes, I stop being nice here. There are many other reasons like;

1. Tears accompanied by loud noise: Yes I mean the CRYING babies:

I mean seriously, these babies can cry for hours altogether and turn down all sorts of pampering and love showered upon them. Its like they say 'I am bored, so I'll cry'.

2. That creepy stare

I was once travelling in a metro and this child sitting exactly opposite to me, wouldn't stop staring me with those big round eyes. Scary much.!! His stare was like, "I don't know who you are and where you live but will find you and kill you." I tried to smile to ease the tension but the baby just wouldn't stop and I de-boarded my metro. (oh because I reached my station, C'mon) :D

3.We can do whatever we want with you:

One place where I feel incapacitated. You would relate if you have ever been with a baby messing up with your perfectly tied hair and just because everyone is smiling and laughing at the not-so-true fact that how cutely naughty the child is, you become one helpless person. All that you can do is to smile.

4. Last but not least... We can poop wherever we want, on whosoever we want:

Needless to say.. This annoys me the most....

* The end*

P.s I don't hate babies but I just don't like them that much.. :|

To travel is to live..!!

Once the travel bug bites, there is no known antidote and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life...

Oh how I wish I could leave this place and travel to the lands far, far away.. Explore the cities,  deserts, hills... Ah..!! a dream I am living for.. a dream that I'll turn to reality.... soon very soon..!!
I am curious, curious about just every other thing, curious about nature, the far away lands, the diverse flora and fauna, different cultures, customs and traditions and lifestyles of people. The more I think, the more exciting it gets.

I  can't live a monotonic life. I just have to get up and see new things and new place. I love travelling and I 

Yes, I am one of those travelers who would pack their bag up without knowing where to go. I don't want to know where I have been to and I don't want to know where I am going to.I just want to travel to far away lands drinking the soulfulness of this cosmos, absorbing the freshness of nature, and capturing its ultimate beauty in my heart.
The withered flowers, the broken roads, the ancient monuments, the new skyscrapers, the green fields, the snow covered hills, the dried ponds, coral reefs, colorful seas, the unending deserts, the naked mountains, the freezing lands.. I want to see them all.. I want to live them all.
Travelling is talking with those of  the gone centuries.Travelling is finding yourself at a distant place. No matter why or where you travel, there is always something wonderfully new to be found..

And this is my motto.......... Lets Go everywhere....!!!! :D :D

and I hope I meet you during one such journey of mine:)

Do it now...!!

You wanna do it..??
Do it now... :)