Reflections...

“Don’t be a girl!” – I heard my 9 year old neighbor Prashant tell his friend. Both boys sniggered at this, exchanged hi-fives and continued with their game of football with the “gang”. I was 12 years then and pretended to not hear them as I whizzed past them on my ladybird bicycle. I am not sure of the exact emotion that went through my mind at that precise moment. I think it was anger “how dare he say that!?” or maybe a hurt ego although it was not a comment directed at me. Or maybe it was the fact that they didn’t even notice me, a girl on the cycle. All I remember of that incident was that more than wanting to ignore them, I had wanted to get out from there as soon as possible and had sped away on my cycle. Was I ashamed or just angry? I had just heard a line, and a laugh, and knew nothing of the context of the statement, but I had just wanted to disappear. I was 12 and they were 9, but for some strange reason I felt like the smaller one that day because

What do you see when you look at yourself in the mirror? What are you really trying to see when you adjust your hair or put on that extra dash of lipstick? Well a seemingly stupid question I suppose? I mean of course the mirror reflects how we look and we want to look our best of course! We have all at some point or the other spoken about or atleast thought to ourselves about how wrong it is to be judgemental, to be a critic without knowing the other person or just how inhuman it is to not put oneself into the other’s shoes when we raise a finger at someone. And yet for those few moments before the mirror, we become the toughest of critics, the most judgemental beings and become objects of scrutiny by our own selves. Every crease on the face, every dark patch below the eyes, every blotch on the skin and every tiny detailing of the hair comes under the toughest scrutiny and oh! How unforgiving we can get to be ! When we stand in front of these adorned pieces o

I ve been running a long time A race of whether its yours or mine It did not matter if my legs were shaking Or if my mind was numb with all the thinking I had to run, lest I should be left behind But I knew not for whom or what to find I passed by green meadows of fragrant flowers But I could not pause, nor did I have such powers I felt myself grow older with each lap I ran But I could not stop to think why it all began I had to run, lest I should be left behind But I knew not for whom or what to find I heard a few voices, familiar they did sound I glimpsed a few faces, cheerful and round Stop and talk whispered my racing heart No ! shrieked my mind, just run, jump and dart I had to run, lest I should be left behind But I knew not for whom or what to find Another runner passed me, and another followed Everyone was running, run faster my mind bellowed It was a race where everyone was running A little faster, a little further