Are men more talented than women?

Today, I am not giving my opinion but asking for yours. Because it has been long since this question kept throbbing my head.

It’s true women do equally well, but somewhere don’t you feel men are more talented.


The wish on a Halloween, did it go bad?

images (1).jpgI strolled near the groove.Nearly cursing everything my eyes graciously set foot on. Had a foul day? Perhaps worse. My boyfriend broke up with me to hook up with my friend.I don’t feel any sensible nor felt like grieving myself and lamenting. A cold sense of revenge barricaded my other feelings.The frustration that now transfigured into some sort of wrath overwhelmed me.

The whole town was decorated in Halloween cheer but me I felt pathetic .i have always loved Halloween more than Christmas but now everything has gone haywire. My life is screwed I now kind of hate Halloween

A lovely lady in her late twenties  walked near me.She moreover appeared like being transplanted from 19th century novel. Those blonde curls,that perfect eyes never would you have set your eyes on such an alluring charm before. She had a regal look around her but something in her aura gave me a scare.  She gave me a toothy grin.I smiled back more like a reflex action as my years of socialising this is one quality I got in a jiffy.

She now moved towards as me her long fingers brushed the strands of my hair. Emilia,you like me don’t you.

Yes, I nodded. Perhaps analogous to a kitten purring over the mistress. Her superiority of perfect commandness,the canopy of authority made me flinch. Don’t be scared dear, pretty hard emotions at a Halloween night. Suddenly my eyes teared up. She stared at me intently with her eyes imploring. “it is pretty hard dear, you must have your revenge”

I nodded with tears splurting out ,my boyfriend dumped me I blurted. I know she consoled. Time to have some fun right….. Some revenge.

Come with me,she took my hands on hers,a piercing sensation of fear mixed with thrill entralled me. I turn around to find myself in my boyfriends flat. I know she must be with him.I can hear their voices,but with the lady nearby I felt invincible.

There they lay on bed fast asleep when I strolled around in middle of the night unable to sleep like a lunatic.” I want her to feel the pain I felt” I cried.

She handed me a knife and said “Stab her she will know the pain but even a drop of blood will not fall off her body. I nearly hugged the lady in happiness. She can hear your words but cannot see you,make sure you don’t give her a clue who you are.If you do the things will be complicated .

I went towards the girl who betrayed me and stole my boyfriend. I sank the blade through her skin she shrieked and cried in pain but my boyfriend still didn’t seem to notice. He was fast asleep. I sank it further cutting her flesh she cried, I laughed in mirth. So did the lady next to me. Every cut I declared her “you cheat”,”you must die”.

The lady replied “yes she must die”.We laughed as blade cut through her flesh and she wriggled in pain. I declared “how dare you steal him from me”

“laura”she cried… I was startled so was the lady. “I told you not to”said the lady. She took an other blade and placing it on my hand told me rip her throat.

No I cried, I can’t, I cant

I can’t kill anyone. She would die.i cried

She betrayed you Laura. The lady advocated

No I can’t my lady I answered.

“You must” this was an order

When I refused I felt a strange pain in my stomach.

Laura please rip off her throat before you hurt yourself.

I still denied.

Her eyes grew red…. Kill her Laura

I denied I can’t you can’t make me do it.

I ran away, the farer I went the lady stood in front of me.I ran until my legs could no longer adhere…. The streets looked dark and empty. I dashed away aimlessly. I hid like a kid behind a trash can. What am I doing?? I cried.

Why did I believe a stranger.who is she a lunatic or a serial killer.

I am neither, you summoned me Laura my dear. Now let me help you

She dragged me placing the knife in my hand and ripping the throat of my ex-friend, the sharp knife made a small cut in my hand in the process.

I can see the blood gushing through the cut on her throat her blood drenched me. My hands wet in blood…. I felt impure, stained and guilty.i cried and cried ….what did I do

What did I do I sobbed into my bloody hands.

You did the right thing she said kissing me on forehead.

I woke up with a start, sweating furiously. It was all a nightmare I consoled myself. I sighed in relief .The fact it was all a dream I was not a murderer made me tranquil.

But suddenly my phone rang.

Rina was on line”laura ,teenu ripped her throat and killed herself. ”

“what”i cried.

Several minutes later.I didn’t kill her. I was fast asleep. I can’t be doing it.I look at my entry in flat it was by eight but teenu ripped her throat by 1 a.m.

So I am no suspect. But as I wash my hand I find a small cut on my hand similar to one made yesterday by knife. It left me dumbstruck perhaps startled


Later that day

In office.

“hiiii laura”said someone

I turn around.

There smiles the lady.

“happy Halloween 🎃 ”




Tell me you are alright

Tell me you are alright,

For my heart tatters when you are not

Tell me you are okay

Or else my consciousness go astray.


Please be alright

Or else I’ll perish upright

Please keep smiling

Coz your tears devours my spiling


Tell me you are alright

For your gaiety is all I desire

Please be healthy

For you mean a lot to me


Please be strong

For you are my vehemence on whole

Tell me you are alright

Coz you are all I live for


Tell me you are safe

For that is all I crave

Tell me you are alright

For you are the love of my life.


Unbounded 22

After the awkward lunch, everything seemed to fall into place, if we exclude the mild headache provided by old rusted apparatus, dusty laboratory and two girls caught up on wheezing spree, the day was quite uneventful.

My bag screeched in dismay, as my stuffs were gorged in.

“For Loreal’s party. Coming, aren’t you? “Rae enquired.

“Maybe an another day” my foot traced away fast before they grasp the fact I wasn’t invited in first place.

Bus halted after tedious waiting for an hour.A lady or two nearly squeezed out of the bus. Crowded buses give me a trance but leaving this bus is not much of an option because only a bus or two pass this alley.

I reached out for my purse, just to find it missing. My dishevelled bag lay on the pavement, with me on top it searching for my purse. Must have left it in the cupboard.I dashed towards the laboratory, sighed in relief when I find my purple beauty snoring in the dusty cupboard.

The euphoria of relief didn’t last long, soon I found myself locked inside the laboratory. I squealed and shrieked for help but I can’t help but wonder if the laboratory was sound proof, nobody seemed to hear my pleas for assistance.

My hands turned numb out of tapping on the door. My mobile refused to pick on range. The laboratory gave me goosebumps ,the last time I was locked up, things really turned out worse. I squandered around, my mobile hollered above me.At last a a small streak appeared.I clutched the opportunity and called Abhi.

“I am busy Amy, some other time”his voice appeared tense.

Enraged by his attitude, but still I requested “Sorry to disturb you, I am locked up in laboratory, can you ask someone to open the door?”.

‘”Foolish girl,I’ll ask someone to let you out” he replied cutting the call short. Knowing Abhi well, this doesn’t bother me much. When it comes to work Abhi doesn’t care about anything else.

Soon I found the security personal opening the door. I thanked him and trailed off towards the bus stand. He resumed sleeping on his chair.

It was pretty dark, the alley appeared deserted, the street lights flickered. I must have called Ted, but the thought of disturbing Ted made me strike out the idea. I glanced at my watch it was half past eight.

A strange sense of fear overcame me. I felt someone following me. I increased the pace of my steps, but the footsteps behind me too quickened. I turned around, to find no one but being a cops daughter has provided me a keen sense of sight. I found a shadow masking near the tree. I knew danger was lurking behind me.

As I resumed walking, the person emerged from his hideout behind the trees and pursued behind me. Suddenly, I felt the presence behind me. I walked briskly, nearly broke into a run.Snow clad roads made running harder. The person behind me started chasing me. My legs started grumbling. He was gaining over me. I mustered up strength propelling myself forward. Howbeit tripped on a stone and fell on the road. Drunk in fear I sat immobile. My hands and legs did not adhere to my wishes.

The person behind me slowly came towards light but suddenly he retracted and sped away from me. I staggered on my feet, someone helped me up. I gawked at the person next to me. My Trainer aka Sid stood there with an expression of concern enveloping his face.He looked handsome even in the frailest light. Even in darkness I can make out his fine features.

A wave of gratitude swept over me. I wanted to thank him, to hug him, splurt out how much scared I was, but all I could manage was.”you, why are you here?”

He gave me an amused smile.” I must be asking you this, but if we start explaining each other even the last bus will leave.”

We mounted on the bus, everything appears like a dream. Perhaps a wish come true, here I am travelling in a bus with trainer by my side.


“get up Amy”

“No, five minutes more mom”

A short chortle followed “Wake up, or else the bus might leave”.

My eyes slowly drift open, eyelids heaved,lashes hugging each other.I sneer around myself , surroundings do provide me an ambience of an bus. I found myself resting on what appeared like a shoulder of a cute looking guy.

I jerk up, suddenly regaining my consciousness.I wiped his shirt with my hand when realization struck me I have drooled all over him.

“Its ok, let us get off the bus” he remarked.

Embarrassment stringed me beyond bounds. We walked back home.

“you don’t stay here,do you?”I asked with my teeth clattering owing to cold.

“Going to meet a friend”he replied

I nodded, an icy wind perched freezing me.He offered me his coat.I took it and asked”Dont men feel cold, I have always seen them giving their coats to women.”

“May be men are thick skinned”he chuckled.

We laughed and traipsed along with each other in silence.It was not an awkward silence.Silence of contentment and happiness.He was my Prince no matter if he loves me or not. Well, in my heart he is mine. The most handsome man on the earth.At times our hands touched each other.I desire to walk like this for my entire life and indeed forever I want to walk by his side.It appears picture perfect.I feel complete…..A moment to cherish for a lifetime.




A different type of love


I am gonna tell you a different love story

It was a lovely winter dawn ,the dew drops glistened on the sharp blades of the moss sheathed barks.The Winny stared at the misty way which extended before him.He was not able to sleep for a forthnight, his love seems to drift apart from him ,his eyes  brimmed with tears at the mere resonance of their time together.

‘I cant let you go’, he said walking through the misty road,his heart raced,he knew that they are never gonna get along,he doesn’t deserve her.she wasn’t meant for a mediocore guy like him.He is never gonna give her the recognition she requires, but he loves her, his love is untainted as the eternal bliss.

They first met in an auction where she won over his heart,her voice enraptured him at the first fast they were acquiainted remained a miraculous feat.All those nights they spend together in the attic,he would hear to her bewitching voice..he would caress her elegant vocal chords.She was a beauty,even her choke instills an warying pleasure..all those silent hours.

Her silence enciphered him,making him a puppet to her spell.She was his life,his breath….now he suffocates. The world around apparates when he envision  her flawless features.She was all he wanted.Tears dripped down his cheeks,coldness of wind didn’t bother him as pain of the heart surpasses every  physical trauma.

His legs felt stoned,he found her elegant and composed as she always is,cant she feel the pain I feel? the desolation.He treaded towards her resting his hands on her,she remained resolute as she always is .A man pulled her away from him,”one last time let me be with her “he cried .

“Just few minutes “he pleaded…The man warned “just few minutes”.

He sat next to her his breath was erratic he knew he needed her,but he cant afford her.He closed his inhaling a deep breath ,his shivering fingers stroked her.She relented and sounded exactly the same in the musical charishma.The music of our duo erupted awakening the dormant spirits making everyone to pause for a second or so….
The room broke into applause but they pulled her apart from him…He clinged to his pianoforte .she was the love of her life….but they pulled her apart detaching him from her…

She is all he had,she taught me music ,she was his love ,his passion.

My music….my piano…he cried

“I still grieve for her ,even after all these years several world class pianos sang to the utterance  of my fingers,but still she remains the love of my life.”

A lovely stare

As he walked

By her side

Her heart raced

Like a rollercoaster  ride.


Their eyes met

Just for a second

But it was more like

An eternal hike.


Tiny giggles

Perfect glares,

Heart struck shut,

Missing a beat or two.


Unknown they remained,

But somewhere they retained,

A petite feeling

Love may be it’s meaning.


Chaos, nay occurred

No flirting

No romance

No opulent presents.


But they did bask

In pleasure

Of each others presence,

At an unvary second.


Dreams always haunted

With each others taunting presence,

Instilling a joy,

Unexpected all over.


Made up reasons,

To conquer eithers eyes,

Strolling near each other.

Did fate play the cupid?


Knowing each other,

Remained a great hurdle

Let never be known

But heart did falter.


Kept a name,

Close to heart.

They knew neither,

But loved either.


But fate in its treacherous self,

Ceasing to provide them

A miniature pleasure

Separating their endeavour.


But they did wish,

For another coffee sip,

Another brilliant day,

If their eyes ever met again.




Catherine-love letter

To Mr Agilesh,

I am Catherine, I don’t think you could remember me as you would have moved ahead with your life. I am not writing this to resume or start a relationship with you or to disrupt your peaceful life. I am not sure if I would be alive when this letter reaches you. Fear engulfs my heart when I think of the beast well my husband snoring next to me. I hate him beyond words can suffice. I am sure you can’t even imagine the ordeals I am going through.

Domestic violence was something I have read in newspaper articles but today I am a living victim of it. There are scars all over me, perhaps scars in my heart are more worse. The daily insults confinement and abuse literally devours my soul.

I doubt why am I ever married. I am scared if I would be alive for an another dawn. I have heard women go through this all over their life but I don’t think I can. I wish I can run away somewhere. The thing which  hurts me the most is the words of my mother and family when I tell them my grief and pain. It’s always the same the girls must learn to adjust. I wonder what my life ever meant. My parents got rid of me by giving them jewels and money,just to be treated like a slave. What  did I do to my parents what trouble have I caused them to get rid of me?

Marriage is not a boon it is a curse where freedom of speech remain curtailed. Agilesh, I will never suicide, I am not that weak but they might kill me.

But before I leave I want to tell you something, I loved you, everytime you stood there staring at me. My heart lost a beat. I have always loved you. I think you too have. But neither of us had courage. I wish I had a little more courage to speak my heart for now it is too late. Love your wife like you loved me.

Still loving you


Agilesh gasped reading the letter. Tears tripped down his eyes. It has been three months since Catherine died. Today was her husband’s second marriage. Anger welled up in his heart.

His Catherine, his love that rascal killed her. His wife walked up to him, he passed the letter to her.

Tears brimmed in her eyes.

“I must kill that rascal “I announced.

She gave me a sarcastic chuckle, if you had this courage when she was alive.

Or only if her parents gave a little regard for their daughters sufferings in contrast to their worthless pride she would not have died. There was a tone of sadness in her voice. For she was a girl she knew the pain.

“Am I good “I asked myself.

“Did I treat her badly”.

At times you did my heart answered.

I walked to Catherine’s grave with my child. I promised her, marriage is not the only thing in my daughters life.Let her be a happy spinster if she wish, let her be a divorcee but I will never let her life end in the name of worthless pride.

For the love of my life who lies cold in her grave taught me to love.

Edit. All the characters are fiction, if it makes any resemblance I don’t care.


Why is motivation so important?

I have speculated why are there so many motivational videos when we know what we have to do in order to attain our goals and we are capable of doing it. How can some random words of a stranger instil sense into our mind and propel us forward on the journey towards our goal?
Here are the reasons I interpreted.

1.I tend to lose interest.

A new venture or work might appear alluring initially but as time passes it loses its lustre and it would kind of turn unappealing to you. In long run when it becomes routine it tends to be boring.
I can give you a better example. At the time you brought your new phone how excited you were, Are you excited the same way now? Obviously no.
The phone has the same features that you craved for when you bought it but what happened now?
You got used to it. You lose interest, nothing to worry its human nature.


You can lose interest on your phone but not on your goal.


You muster up your mind stating you have to complete a certain work today but your best friend is throwing a party.
Hell on loose, party, drinks, fun..
Even if stay back your mind, a sluggish idiot keeps craving for the party and would constantly lament about the things you would have missed.


or else you would drown into the chasm of self pity.


You would sleep in the couch everyday and expect for a miracle to befall upon you and salvage you. You desire for it and when you pathetically fail, being upset ain’t going to help you.
So wake up and start working. You must BE MOTIVATED.

The most common thing .I want to work for my goal but I am too lazy to work. I intend to do it tomorrow, promising to oneself only to break it the very next day. Here comes the best friend of failure PROCRASTINATION.
here you must BE MOTIVATED.

5.When things really get out of hand
Even if you are really ailing, or haggard or tormented by health issues you cant relinquish your goal. There may be times you ought to work towards your goal in spite of being confronted by ordeals. I know this is harsh but it is the reality.

No one enquires a loser why he lost
Everyone pester the winner for they want to know how he won.

So when everything is a mess to traverse towards your goal you need to be motivated.

So where is motivation, where does it comes from?

(well, I will tell you more on how to be motivated in next post).


City lights

Darkness elude the night,

Sun sleeps but the city nay,

Broken and astray lay several dreams

Awake in the  night

Under the city light.

Nature and love remains long lost

The machine held routine life sought

No leaves waving with sway of wind

No soft breeze tickling your clothes

Under the city lights

Chattering birds replaced by throbbing traffic

Wondering when one is perhaps trampled under some speeding vehicle

Weary drained ,with a zillion dreams

They lay awake

Under the city lights.

City never sleeps

Does she?

The night the day all remains the same.

Shooting stars or flying aircraft

All remains the same

Under the city lights

Tired nights and busy days

Or perhaps busy nights and tired days

Under the glimmering light of city

 hides her real darkness beneath

Life drunk in false allure,remains ever deceived

Under the city lights.