I'm in sort of Bakar Mood. 🙈
Hi Miseera here.
गलतफहमियां बढ़ती हैं उम्र के साथ साथ....
जंजीरों को हम गहने समझ लेते हैं...
Bitter truth 😛
# scribbles A death gave birth to him..a single defining death...chose his life over all his wishes.. ..his childhood was spent in a tannery..growing up in between dirt,filth and smell of the rotten...he was tanned to the colour of ebony black and toughened in those days itself...he was growing up to be a fighter.. ...he opened his eye into teenage while being in a shoe shop...he was a bit old school,reserved ,orthodox type..and so he never met the expectations of the new gen customers..they would look at him and say...where the hell did you land up from..!!..he was destined to be written off... ...that's when I met him. ..I saw my reflection on him..beneath the raw finish,i saw determination..i saw perfection..bro ught him home with me...I wanted to curve into something else..i wanted him to become my reflection..my shadow. ....and he resisted it..!!oh boy he resisted it hard!!! Under the polished and now gleaming surface..this progeny had so much burried..he resisted with everything he had...his childhood hardship made him remember that old smell..that pain...he did not want get back to that life again..so he fought back to inflict more and more pain.... ....and such infliction often makes people either to retaliate..or to go numb...I went numb..i wanted his walls to come down on his own..i wanted him to understand we are not alter ego...we are reflections.. .......it has been four months now..he has really transformed into something I aspired him to become..strong and hard..yet soft and ductile..at times his perseverance shocks me too..from being on the verge to be rejected..he has made it to the lines of most sought after..and he proudly often banters the most sought after..when i look at him closely...i see this gleam.. People say its oil...i see perfection..i see class and quality...the welt gets dusty at edges at times..the aglet gets bent and brutalised..every time i hit a bump on the road..we both bear the bruises...but a brush up..some knicks here and there..and we both are ready for the next round... ....and I know my shoes won't let me down....
Why i wrote the previous post?(plz xcuse all the grammatical mistakes btw...) Well..i was walking back to my flat..dejected from an interview when i saw my shoe.. ...he carries me through the day...wen i am sad and kick the stone on road...he gets hurt... ...wen we see people showering their anger and frustration on us for no fault of ours...we get angry..we get sad...we curse.. Wat does the shoe do? ...it nly bears d scar
I wrote this article where there was an ongoing protest on the rising intolerance level in Indian society and the whole majority's faith was at stake.
The Hindu society is multi cultural, it is tolerant, civilized and cultured Hindu families don't like rowdies as portrayed by the media. The Hindu right wing is conservative but that's about it it's not fascist. The RSS was never a organization as the media puts it. The Social degradation of India has made a tolerant society that was oppressed into apologists. The average Hindu for 1200 years has been tolerant of the intolerant there by taking a beating. How ever rabid organizations like Bajrang Dal and VHP is a disliked by the majority of Hindus. And that is the most extreme Hindus will ever get, never to the levels of ISIS or Nazis, both which were monsterous the modern concept of being humanitarian is the fundamentals shared by the Dharma on which the Hindu society is based, which is further based on Satya and ahimsa. To uphold Dharma (righteousness), artha (material well being) and karma (deriving pleasure from life). All the while recognizing the facts and acting in a justified manner but not taking away the same of another as it would violate dharma. It's a complex balance. The final goal is moksha and it can be achieved in more ways than one.
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Hindu face has always been benign and it will be, but if it is belittled continuously a counter force will emerge naturally, but it will be never be as viscous as the Nazis or the IS both of which are monstrous.
परित्राणाय साधूनां विनाशाय च दुष्कृतं ।
धर्म संस्थापनार्थाय संभवामि युगे युगे ।।
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Left liberal over educated morons should know that Hindu culture is a evolving mechanism that updates itself with time but as a elephant it moves slowly but it moves. It takes into account the realities of the society and incorporates the change that the time demands, of course as all changes, this also faces resistance but is adopted. Indian Hindu right wing is conservative but at the same time it is tolerant, civilized, non violent, freedom loving, scientific, curious, it never belittles or attacks others unless it is belittled or attacked first. The Hindu right wing doesn't go on rampages like the one in Azad maidan. Right liberal is what a Hindu political activity is, complex definition but is a new genre of politics.
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The leftist around the world are the traitors of their own country, delusional fools believing a Utopian society, and simply forget that Communist regimes have at least thrice as more blood on their hands as right wingers around the world, historically speaking.
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Democracy and Hindu right wing can tolerate communism, communism cannot tolerate the call of democracy. E.G. Tinnamen square, and the outdated Hong Kong protests.
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You decide.
P.S- The post doesn't intend to offend any individual,community or creed. If moderators find it unsuitable for the community standard I apologize and ready to take it down. 😊
Regards
Miseera.
Not every aspect of life is in our control.... Some aspects are just depending on fate.... And the ones which are in our hands might not be accomplished.... But aleast they can be a source to survive.... #copied Good morning
महज़ एक नई तारीख़ बताने की ख़ातिर... सूरज निकलता है......
रोज़ बस अख़बार की तरह....
मित्रों सुप्रभात ।
तुम AC में बैठे, धूप को कोसते हो...
उस धूप में बैठा, कोई पंखे बनाता है!!
Truth....
#melancholy_memoirs ...i have always boasted my sweet tooth..and partly that's because of my mom..or her #payesh n #pi tthe to be specific..not just bong sentiment.. i really loved that milk..boiled down to consistency of cream..just enough starch from rice while the rice itself holding the shape..kept overnight it would condense further..almost semi solid..and one spoon full ..the rice would melt like butter..the intimate presence of bay leaves..the royal grandeur ofcardamom...mischievous play of raisins and cashew...all brought into an enticing dreamy finish with that creamy texture and just enough sweetness...my eyes would close just like that... that sentiment never went away..away from home whenever I had payes(payasam here in Mumbai)...I missed my childhood and growing up all together..when I used to eagerly wait at kitchen entrance..till the milk boils..till the rice is added..all precise..n finally mom would call her trusted taster..that eager moment...frantically cooling it somewhat n then...bliss...oh...hot.. ....somewhere..the grains of rice and milk tied me to my mom forever...
Tortoise and rabbit wrote an entrance exam :p .. .. Tortoise got 80percent marks,and rabit got 81percent marks O.o .. Both went for admission in an engineering college :) .. .. Cut-off needed was 85percent marks :p .. Rabit didnt get admission :( .. But :p .. Tortoise got admission . How?? :-O . . . . . . U remember when we were in 1standrd ;) Tortoise won the race :vSports quota 5 percent extra :D 3:) (Y) . Tortoise rocxx 8| Rabit shocxx :-O
#THE_VERMILION_THAT_KEEPS_FADING "You look so happily married.with each aniversary your glamour is albeit increasing...sure your hubby loves you too much...!!"....i smile sheepishly...a faded grin now a days...It's our 15th anniversary afterall...I have had my share of grins many a times already.... ...15 long years...or short...depends on how you see it...reel in our friendship n courtship days...it's almost 20 years...how time flies.. ..Did i love you first?...or did you make me fall...after falling yourself..?..who cares...I fell hard anyway... ..."You look so beautiful in this vermilion...may be it was invented only for beauty like you...not every one carries a vermilion the way you do"...I giggled listening to your mal-informed compliment..."no sir...it's just an invention of patriarchy..." ...I said..while playing wd ur nose...so cute it is...."ahh..who cares..."...yeah..you never cared for the small things... ...and then that translated into the relation we now have...but my love...where did I fail you?....in the kitchen?..in front of your kith n kin ??...in the bed??... I gave you my all..my body...my soul...my love...my time...I devoted it all to let you have the family that WE once dreamt about...I bore your child..not just cause we wanted to bring a baby to earth...but because you needed an heir..did I ever question you? ....they say the vermilion looks brighter now...I look brighter...proud mother of two...clad in all the gold n pricey sari...they praise my marriage... ...may be the institution has been a success so far...but my dear...where is that love that you promised me on our first night?..I cringe in pain...I wait for you to understand what I want...the way you used to understand in our college days... ...may be someday...you will understand I want to be loved..again..the way you made me dream..I dont know how you will love me...but surely all the gold..the saris...the pricey gifts...and even the love you make has failed to do ignite that fire...but I put the onus on you...to hold my hand tight n bring me back from dead...the way you once did...else the vermilion will just keep fading....my love...
Vai log...and behen log...and all my would be jaanemans and all my haters ;p .....if you dont like the crap i post ...pleeeeease let me know...aur shanti banaye rakho....
# she.. # sleepy eyes.. ...good morning buddies....he walks into his bay..greeting everybody...he keeps his bag aside..turns the pc on...and ...he notices her...behind the thick glasses and thicker curls...a pair of sleepy eyes...still laced with the sleep of last night...and ohhh...!!she yawns...baring her pearly whites...the murky morning seems all bright to him all of a sudden to him...he settles down to his seat n chuckles thinkin abt her cute lil tongue stickin out after that yawn...hmmmmm...cute...godesses are cute.. # uninitiated ...he was so engrossed with his coleagues mis demeanor and work..he dint see the google desktop notification...there was an urgent team meeting...he tht...what the heck...screw the meetin...and just then a sft thud on the back of his chair...CHALO... huh..?...he looked back...she was there ...standing...perplexed....CHALO...MEETING... ...may be the misdemeanor can be forgiven...he grinned and got up.. # hate_the_choice ....she is wearing blue today...and man she z lookin dashin...he could nt help bt utter himslf these wrds as he switched on his pc....within a few minutes...she came to his bay...casual chats...and then it happened... his smelled the most revolting perfume ever...the goddess suddenly smelled like a cheap woman of night...irritated and irked...he got up and walked straight to washroom...and he vomitted.... twice... he could still smell disbelief over the stink of vomit... # heartbreak .. ...he has seen her for 7months now...from the shy girl ....from the baize kurti ...she has shifted to the red sleeveless top...with money and power...many times he thought...she has just bought herself a place in friends circle...or so she thinks... her photos neva had those thick glasses...she had that complex..it would turn her appeal off...she would carry around a purse just for that...but today... she wore a shear dress to office ..and through the fabric...every single inch of her skin was visible under the light...he could not believe his eyes...his heart wrenched... ..she was not a goddess...she was a mere mortal lookin for acceptance.... ....he taught his heart...
Dimag ki batti jalao ...
Keu shala comment dichhe na...pochhondo na hole khisti koro..but comment toh dao boss....
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जीवन में और कुछ नहीं,
बस एक बेफिक्री चाहिए।
बिल्कुल उस सांड की तरह,
जो सड़क के बीच खड़ा हो जाता है। 😂😂
#going to gurgaon via dwarka. #impromptu
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