I do not believe in Karma, but when people say what goes around comes around, I usually dismiss it. But then life stares back at you with episodes of people taking you for a ride, undermining others to get their way, almost like an anti-left ideological meme, where people do not consider others, but only want to exploit the weak and the vulnerable to get ahead, to get their way, be it emotionally, financially, nepotism at work to climb ladders and what not, you wonder why would not people believe in Karma, when things come around for such people as life lessons. The hurtful things they say and lie about you as a person your life and what not. But then NO its people who teach others lessons, by what they give and do, not the universe, not any divine intervention. But there is poetic justice in this world which is very much by the people and nothing else. So if you do good, if you are true to your ideals ( well ideals are ideals you have to strive hard to walk towards it or be half the good person you want to be) and values, if you value peoples emotions, your life will be good. Because people will be there, and ask your self, whom you want to be and whom you want to be around with. Yes, people who matter, not for Instagram, not for Facebook, not to increase validation, but people who matter in real life.

So if one helps someone out of goodwill, and give space to them, it is natural, we all do, but if they slowly spread their tentacles to your life and the people in your life, slowly and steadily and try to suck the happiness out of your life, just cut them off from the root. It is normal, just avoid and move on. Trust me life will be much better. I have not had enemies in my life I would like to believe because, in spite of me dramatizing it all, my life has been quite simple and overwhelmed with good people, lovers, family, friends, little dundubees, books, music, dance, lonely sketching sprees, the wilderness, just life in general. I thank all who protected me and stood by me, even now protect me patiently. My sample size of betrayal is one, perhaps only one person I can say broke my idea of friendship, but then it was a stranger, now I look back and see it. There were other motives which we know late. But then we get around all of it right? Because people stand by you. 🙂 They do and we rise always.

So to all who ask me about betrayals, I dramatize my life a lot, mainly when I write, but if you want to know, yes I did learn my lesson perhaps a bit late and too old to even learn it this late, but take a leap, identify the weed, and cut them off early in your life. Life is beautiful, and there are so many people who are beautiful inside and outside, yet to meet who will make your life full and depression less and make you hope. Hope and wait, said the count decades ago didn’t he? 🙂

There is no Karma, there is only people and their deeds. You have to act on this world, change yourself, change your people, and be happy. That is the ONLY way, trust me ONLY way. ONLY you can change your life and your choices. DO IT RIGHT NOW 🙂 And mail me all about it. I am all ears and thank you for trusting me. Means a lot.


Life has changed so much for all of us, a decade has passed almost with ups and downs. We are all shattered in different corners of the world.. but I miss us, the trips, the sleep overs , the art projects and what not..

Perhaps when we meet soon, everything will be the same 😦 just like I left..

Our little ones..

Child sex abuse is, regrettably, still a part of many children’s day to day lives, be it at home, at school, or in the local neighborhood. It is able to persist because it is rarely discussed, and many people are not aware of how to identify the signs that there might be an issue, or how to confront what will always be a difficult subject.

Many elders brush the idea off, or perhaps they are reluctant to think that a child’s behavioral inconsistencies might be a result of sexual abuse, rather than them simply being a “difficult child”.
It is easy to forget that children, like adults, have problems, issues, and social awkwardness which can prevent them from expressing or even coming to terms with abuse. It is also not uncommon for children to have a very poorly developed understanding of whether or not something is abuse.
This understanding starts with the family. Sex education, and an awareness of the potential for abuse from people, both strangers and not, is an absolutely vital part of any child’s upbringing. Also, with an awareness, in both boys and girls, of when to say no, and how important it is to respect that, we can hope to address some of other issues we have in our society.
And healthy children makes healthy future societies and so on.
The Bangalore Vibjyor school sex abuse case is a reality check for the parents I presume. One of the major points, in fact worry, in that case is how the 6 year old child did not speak a word about two major violation of her rights to her own parents. One being locked up in a dark room as a punishment for misbehavior which itself is not acceptable and another being sexually abused in that room later. It is a sad fact that the child did not feel comfortable speaking out about what she went through without the fear of being judged by people around her, even her own parents. The child inevitable felt she had done something wrong. And to add on this taking a step back the school authority’s irresponsible hiring of a serial child offender without doing any background check is appalling. And then it turns out there have been complaints before as well in the past which was covered up by the school authorities which to my mind is a serious crime. And parents who take part in covering up such abuses against their children to save their face and what they say “protect their children’s face” is taking part in this crime silently.
Just like how we saw in the Delhi Gang rape case, issues on our growing comfortably living middle class where most of us belong to, such cases do get reported and discussed and public emotional outcries do happen. But when we really take a step back and think about it children from impoverished and rural areas are violated considerably more and abused repeatedly in neighborhoods, their own homes and schools. Such incidents are never reported or discussed and there is hardly any awareness either.


All he could see through the lens
Was her eyes and her lips
She was his dream script,
the stories he wrote
The painting he imagined
the sculpture he carved
She was his dream actress
He zoomed at her in lust
Through the lens in hope
Again and again, till he froze her
Into a poster, he the hero of the crew
Her eyes playfully lured him
Looking straight back at him
Agonising him into wilderness
He chased her with his eyes,his fingers
He loved her long fingers,
chubby legs,  the pruned feet
Which bloomed like a rose
At his touch, like her breasts
Her arms and her butterfly tattoo
All he could see through the lens
Was his life right in front of him
He wanted all of it
He claimed all of it
By the beach, day and night
The play of love they acted
Rain smothered her passionate cries
He was an art maker and she an artist
This was her script
The one she wrote
The one she felt
The one she heard
The one he gave her
At the alter of their love
The motion picture
The theatrical life
Beyond time
Beyond space


Looked through like a glass 

Stepped upon like a door mat
Forgotten like a stranger you met
Used as an inn for solace
slavery it is in real
and people call it love?
a mere X-ray of it
It is

Letters without envelopes!

These are the gifts I would like to treasure…words that make me feel happy!

“All your blogs are really good…
I always think I will mail u about those you wrote…
Then it will be like a blank line..
With lot of emotions enclosed in a deep and dark silence.

Pinne vendannu vekkum… (In English: Then I decide not to)

You keep on writing,
Even if i am not commenting or replying,
You keep on posting,

I used to read each ten times,
Sometimes to solve the riddle called life,
Sometimes to search myself
Or sometimes to hold myself
And sometimes in search of u…

You keep on writing.
I am glad that u r writing.
I am glad to watch the silent blossom.

You keep on writing.

I am in search of my lost words….
– from me
A surprise letter which surprised me long time ago,
A warm memory of that suprise..

Lonely star!

A lonely star, maybe, never smiles
She was neither a lonely star or a shining one
She was lost up in the space, waiting to be found
Everything seemed far far away…
She hides and sleeps, scared to be awake
She wishes to the passing shooting star
To be a lonely star or maybe even shine
To smile from her heart.
To love…