The lean girl diaries.....

       He stood there alone, arguing against everything. The world was wrong, the society wrong, even the nearest to him argued against him. He debated, not bothering once to deliberate. What was wrong with everyone, he wondered.       He woke up next morning, realised he was on the wrong side all along.

          "Look, those kids, so cute" my friend told me as we were walking through the crowded streets of Lajpat Nagar. On the bench, not so far away from us, sat three small children. I wondered how they were coping with the cold because even after three layers of cloth, I was shivering. We went and sat next to them. The girls were shy even to look up at us. We wondered what they were doing there alone. Some twenty minutes passed and no sign of anyone coming for them.              We had to conclude that they must be the children of some street vendor and so would be quite used to the place. We had to,because we didn't want to think of the dangerous hands these innocent little ones could fall into if left alone in such a place. We had to, because we wanted to get back to enjoying our life with a clean conscience. We had to, because we couldn't bear to think of anything else. So we left them there after some thirty minute...

Rage burns, burns like coal And like coal leaves the person In ashes - broken, lifeless. The world today shows so much of hate and rage. It's almost as if hate is the best selling drug. Let's hope people realise what it does to everyone

Looking up straight through the window pane I saw the drops dancing to an unknown tune. Silver linings were nowhere to be seen. I looked in And found my mind more cloudy than the sky. Why my soul are you downcast, Do you not see the beauty of nature? The promise for the parched, the cycle of life, The joy of the rainbow……. I see the rains, my mind answered. But with it dances, chaos and despair. They tell me, “ Behold them choking Under our thunderous grip.” Where is the chaos you ask. You only see puddles and sprouts , but not The shouts for help or you rather choose not to You are the chaos walking . Deep with me something stirred, God’s own country! They deserve to be punished and so do the Nagas. I proudly retorted for here I was Safe and far away from the wetness of the tears. You are the chaos walking and not the rains. But I have better hope for humanity Cause I see the helping hands Reaching over, parting the curtain of showers. In there do I se...

She walks alone in familiar golden yellow Hopelessness and fatigue around, above and below “I took a bit , I’ll shake it off” , once She told the world that laughed her off. Huge, was the wall of hands and noise All around her to bring down her voice. So you are something you say, echoed the wall You want us to hear what you say? What are you? A mass of curves But you are not thirty six twenty four thirty six What are you? An object of desire But you don’t have the skin so white and fair She felt drowned in the multitude, she ran To mend her broken spirit, to solitude Tired she was. Tired of trying to prove That she had a soul and it had a voice. What was she? Not a person, Neither a personality. Just an object And a lofty one at that too, forgotten Like the fallen leaves whose place is no longer known. But then whispers the wind : Look the world through the eyes of autumn You won’t see the fallen leaves Saying the same story in melancholy O! Those grea...

Coming from the southern most tip of a country to its capital can be intimidating, especially when it’s for something which necessarily involves instances of competing or at least trying to match yourself with the most brilliant minds of a country. Was I ready for it? The last time I did something adventurous was when I decided to enter for a debate competition in my school voluntarily. My marksheet quivered in my hand and I had to keep looking at my grades to remind me that I had the marks if not the ability to take on this challenge. Yet the prospect of meeting people who were far more superior than me in every way was unnerving. I tried calling my friends who knew me very well to validate my opinion about myself. All of them said the same thing, “ Stephy , you’ve worked very hard for this. You deserve to go.” After trying positive self-talk and realising within seconds that it was not working, I  somehow convinced myself to take the plunge. To all who is reading this, if you h...

The world looks black and white From the keys of a piano, they say. But once the music kicks in, It's all colours that I see. More often than not, it is our perspectives that make the change.

( I am a first year political science student in Delhi University. So if the graduates feel like this is not really right, please blame it on my inexperience as a political science student. Also, this post has been written keeping in mind a female perspective though many of it is applicable to all sexes) If you are a political science student you are most likely: - A civil service aspirant for sure. - A politician in the making?? - She/he didn't study maths in 12th (so obviously dumb),  so can't take economics    and doesn't have good memory to do history. - Knows only to debate and manipulate people and in reality  just sits back,    relaxes and doesn't actually learn anything. - Oh! She's a feminist. Now she wants to rule over the world. - It's just elections and parties,  what is there to study as a full- blown course?   And lastly,.... - I asked her why she took political science. She said she liked the discipline.   ...

             Why would anyone start a  blog?  Because it is a great platform to express your ideas and is very writer friendly.  Of course, that is a starting point but there's  almost always other reasons, like for example, maybe you want to articulate your political views or perhaps you like writing pieces of poetry ( both of which my friends have done.)              But for me,  I started it because I liked writing. Mind you, that doesn't mean I have a flair for writing because interest does not always mean aptitude. My optimism of will told me that I could be a writer and the pessimism of intellect told me I couldn't. So I guess I'm either really optimistic or really stupid! This is kind of a disclaimer for everyone who is kind enough to read this and a guarantee that I can not predict the nature of the content coming up.              Looking back t...

  One thing that you will get from the title of the blog and my first post is that I'm small. I'm quite tall but extremely lean, even after those millions of talks and write ups about how beauty and everything else lies inside you, I've never been able to get out of the fact that I'm terribly lean. I have constantly been reminded by my friends that I was too small to fight and too small to defend myself. Then I  read the Bible,  well I've read it before but this time in a new light and it said " God has ordained strength out of the mouth of babes" (Psalm 8). Although in a very different context, I took it to my heart and well I thought let me get my strength out and start a blog.                So  even if one day,  in a very distant future I gain a lot of weight and look like a happy cookie, I'm not going to change the name of my blog because a) it is a major part of my identity at this point b) I think it is a real...