Justice delayed is Justice denied !

In an era of movies and more movies, where subject of every nature has successfully found its way into the Bollywood, there seems to be an abated interest to portray movies on law and order.
Where is the age where cinema houses saw themselves making remarkable pieces shot in the honorable court of law. Make shift court-rooms remained a vital part of every big studio. Judges and lawyers were held in high esteem and so were their titles 'Wakeel-Sahib' and 'judge-Sahib'. Is all the reverence now lost?
The constitution makers carefully laid down the rules of the constitution such that the judiciary remains separated from the influence of the legislative and executive . Did they actually achieve what they set out for? In the present day scenario, is it justified to entitle better privileges and higher perks etc to judges of High Courts and supreme Court. A couple of days ago, a civil liberties lawyer by the name Prashant Bhushan, son of former Union law minister Shanti Bhusan, raised some doubts over the sanctity of judges. When the constitution declares articles 14-18 valid and meaningful, why are the elite classes so skeptical about the RTI act which should apply to all classes equally. Why cannot some degree of transparency be expected of them, no matter how revered a position they hold and how noble a work they carry out. Even the most pious of women in Indian epic had been questioned on her sanctity, then why is Prashant's statements termed frivolous? why cant the section the government with the discretion to pronounce judgments bear the brunt of public apprehensions?
Are qualities which the public holds in high esteem simply 'imaginary' or they still persist in people who haven't been able to make a mark in contemporary times. Where are the lawyers, who back in those days, in movies in Eastman colours were willing to defend victims of corrupt laws and legislation. Do still some philanthropic officials exist or are they exist species of the extinct era, large and limited to imagination and some archeological findings of bones and skeletons. Where is the age of lawyers , judges and elites who indeed wore their hearts on their sleeves..were pious, just and above all had a human heart.
It just makes me ask myself.. Do we actually live in a social, just, democratic society? or such words used only to camouflage our shortcomings of being able to establish such a society?

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I know not where my soul is..

My thoughts so numb, my feet so tired..

I look at things, yet see them not.

Even the picturesque looks bleak and blank





Every word heard seems a noise,

whats melody and whats cacophony?

I look around.. blank my gaze,

The world celebrates, I know not why..





Unusually today my eyes are heavy

my spirits so low, and throat so dry

I glance across the windows so dull

The clouds are grey and so the sky



I struggle to walk a couple of yards,

It feels an absolute oberration.

heavenly looks the floor under my feet

I sit upon it, my savior, my friend



what is it....? A passing time in muse

or silent contemplation of thee..

With sombre thoughts in shades of blue,

I close my eyes, sleep..a deep sound sleep

upon which I choose to fall back on !

What's in a book?

Since the time, when I have taken to reading so passionately, I have never had a friend so loyal, so beloved, so affectionate and so understanding. Yes its my best friend.. our best friend "book" as the popular saying goes...



Many a times, I have been in a state of melancholy, in fits of confusion, in yet a deeper state of curiosity of mind, when I have turned to them and found all my answers. To hunt for a suitable book on the book-shelf of the store has been as easy a task as google-ing a question...



How to attain success in Exam?

Headfast Java!

Discover the leader/diamond/blah blah in you (Name varies and depends on what you want to find in yourself) !

Games people play

and the list goes on...



Well, reading is the kind of hobby only those deeply involved will actually understand..

The warmth, the comfort and the company behind those tiny fonts... all cramped together in one bound element is a miracle in itself.

You start off setting a target to be done with another one and once absorbed it makes you its own target !



In the world of virtual reality, when every available book can so easily be accessed through the Internet, I still will not agree that there is anything on earth more pleasurable than lying easily on your back and turning the yellow pages of an age old inheritance or the smelling the crisp scent of the piece straight from the store.



Till date, its been my love of my life..a half an hour conversation in those unspoken words right before bed time, leaves me peacefully asleep for the rest of the night..A first look at it.. in times when irresponsible souls keep you infinitely waiting in those coffee shops or bus stops takes all your worries away..

the utter excitement when I come across a copy of the one I must have been hunting for since days.. takes my breathe away..the way, a long waiting wife's heart leaps on seeing her husband back from work..



I have had many instances when peers and dears borrow my long treasured books and return them in rather dilapidated conditions. The mere thought that it must have been trampled and toppled several times before being safely handed back saddens my heart for quite a while..Its been with me through the thick and the thin.. and i couldn't safeguard it from the kiths and the kins?



They have been.. and would always be a very integral part of my life..

Thus I write this piece.. as a tribute to the most treasured friend of mine :-)

Woman aah Woman ! Are you married? and working too?

Be it the past or present how many Indians would associate the word 'prostitution'..with the gender male. Very few I guess. At least for the contemporary Indian society Prostitution has always been a business for the weaker sex.
Well, looking at the era in which we live on, i too quite believe every woman in some way or the other is born for the same. I do not mean to ascribe any derogatory standard when I say this. But paying a lame glance one would be easy to notice at least every stereotypical woman now working for an earning or not... has sold off her body to her spouse, mind and soul to her children and if any better zeal left still her service to her employer for which she works.
There are many things that a woman is expected to do. Cook for her family, pay sufficient time to her husband, see to whether the children do their homework in time and nevertheless never mix her work and family. The menfolk on the contrary can be late from work on a regular basis, may not care to see what their children are up to and quite expected to miss out on all opportunities to care for their ladies. She comes last on his priority list at least after the wed-lock !
So, indeed a modern woman has become a whore voluntarily or not.. in a way she is !
Does the situation inspire her to be better caring towards the family..the responsibility she so readily takes up... for the children she so..lovingly adores only at some of time to be termed 'a substance with obsolete mindset'...for the husband she has vowed all her life.
Does the situation even encourage a woman to think of marriage as an opportunity of a lifetime.. or rather a mistake of a lifetime rather !
I am not pointing my figures against anyone...because even if I at the end of the day am another woman..n know what it feels like.. to be thrown between multiple responsibilities and also... may not be able to empathise but at least sympathise the plight of all those working...married woman folk..I also somewhere down the corner of my heart expect the women today to shoulder all this...because left to others...God forbid what the world might turn out to be..but is it a desirable scenario or rather slavery of another form?

P.S : the opinions expressed are absolutely personal.. The intentions are not to demean any particular section of the society.

BUS ! Ho gaya naa??

Well how many of you have had the honour of experiencing regular travel using the public transport?

Cause if you are or have been in anytime in the past, I am sure you will be able to connect your thoughts and emotions with that of mine.

To start with a small intro, I am one among the thousands of citizens of India who gets up every morning with the first thing next in mind that of catching a bus!

I stagger my way to the bus stop everyday and while agility has always been on my side take no chances when I notice a bus relatively unpacked and especially vacant window seats. In this manner you can even consider me relatively adament, as in..unless I am really in a haste.. I keep awaiting a bus comparitively larger, spacious and well ventilated (Now the ventilation doesnt last long...as more and more passengers keep clogging the empty spaces in between the columns of seats willing to stand, in an effort to reach sooner their destinations.) It is not surprising however for a city in which I reside (which is already overcrowded and tends to be even more with every passing day ) that there are more number of passengers standing than ones seated.

To be honest, I always take the pain of may be spending a few mins extra but atleast getting a seat.

The account of a bus travel can vary from very annoying ones to really interesting narrations. The most important person in a bus is always the conductor or the helper! He is the person whose sole discretion runs the bus. He is the one who promises and even delivers his promise to offer you a seat even in a bus not only overcrowded but over pouring with passengers.Now after you get one... it actually depends whether you consider the bargain worthy enough.. for the location can vary from... top of the warm to hot engines (Which can really make you spring up with a firey experience !) to seats crammed in with the futile effort of reserving a seat for the conductor himself lierally sqeezed in between the window and the door.. which anyways he never uses himself. (Common the extra bucks matter much more to him !!!)

From a personal point of view the largest menace in buses for me have been stout individuals. I prefer calling them double seaters. If they happen to sit by you.. God forbid.. where will you sit?

The extra pounds keep bothering your hands and legs and you would rather start praying you left behind your own appendages at home if God had created them to be detachable!

Never mind, as long as the conductors comes in with a thick bundle in hand and still refusing to give you a change for a hundred bucks.. change madam change..is what he keeps shouting at me..almost everyday!

Now I agree the runners of such systems keep eyeing at earning some grands extra but it does not stop you from loathing some pathetic passengers as well.. Some keep argueing for hours..as to when did the fare rise...the others took less blah blah... although many a times these faces are mere repetations ! On being threatened to be be thrown out... they give the money in installments a rupee at a time for several minutes (I pity the conductors' jobs that very moment )
Some days ago, I took the honour of siiting by the side of an elderly person who looked decent enough to me.. As the bus geared to a start and i took out my novel in an impulse to complete the ending, he comfortably entered into a converstaion with me..

"Do you study..."

"Do you work"..

"which is your stop"

" what does your father do...?? [:O] "

"what time do you get back home.."

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in a last effort to concerntrate, I took out my cell phone..plugged in my earphone and started reading.. in an effort to be able to avoid his questions..

the next moment..he touched my arms gently and after i had unplugged my headset... spoke at length for an hour about the potential hazards of use of musical aids like head sets with cellphones...for almost half n hour..

Somehow when i looked quite convined and kept my phone inside with the cord attached, and redirected my focus on my book...he asked me for a look at the book I was reading !!!!



Though things as such might appear dull.. a bus journey has been a delight to me every morning..

When your body and soul refuses to show up at the work place and your mind is clogged.... there can be nothing more refreshing than a bus ride at 100 kmph.. a view of the highway outside the window...the fresh air gushing on your face and the smell of the fresh morning air :-)

Many thoughts cross your mind... and most of them.. happy thoughts..can really pep up your spirits.. and leave you smiling while you get down at your stop!



well...whats your bus story?

would appreciate if the reader shared a piece form his/her experience as well !!!

The silence pregnant with words,
The gentle breeze in between,
The gaze that tell it all,
The feeling like a free fall!

The presence that is full of life,
The distance, yet the proximity
The warmth of the softest touch,
The smile that means so much.

The blinking of the eyes,
The hair playing in the air,
The face so serene, so reposeful
Oh, I wish they were here,
with me all the while, all the time…

The first flight !

The brilliance of the sun's rays flood the nest,

the tiny creature hopps out..

oh! its another day..it thinks

Flutters the bird from a branch to another,

spreading its feathers..preparing itself

for a start of a day anew..

It looks out into the endless horizon,

Its a big big world, dangers out fo her

some seen..some silent...

Thinks the meek soul to itself,

should she venture out alone?

she has parted from her mother not a day ago!

Frightened she is.. to face it all by herself,

apprehensions arouse within her little heart..

has the time really arrived?

With a staggering effort she begins her flight,

her first flight, her first endeavour.

Into the treacherous world where she must learn to fit in..

In a world where she must build a place for herself!

The Song Of Breaking

The slightest shiver and it was free,

from the abundance of its beauty and charm.

With a crying soul, it sped lower and lower,

and broke the tall glass with a pitched crash.

Shattered the pieces each to a different destination,

together they shined and glistened on the rough floor.

With blindening sheen as a last sign of self-defiance,

partly in dust yet the courage to hurt any mocking soul.

The breaking lent a soulful song, a faint quiver,

across any kind mind who spared a moment.

A song of pain, a note of longingness

to be itself again, demanding a right to living.

Yet the fragile thing had had its living,

gathered will it be in a few fleeting seconds

To be thrown into the lot of discarded,

from dust it had come and to dust it will return.