Socially Distancing or Saving the World

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Every day when I wake up I literally drag myself out of bed because it’s another 12 hour of work, travel etc and once I reach out for Coffee the energy levels soar directly from the initial 25% to 100%. After 6 days in which we feel doubly tired than God did when he created this world comes the 7th Day when we rest like never before, all alarms shut off, all coffee packets away and the whole day goes away in bed and out just chilling and cuddling and after opening the pandora of messages on your WhatsApp group catching up on some shows on the numerous streaming shows available to us.

These precious 24 hours go away quicker than the entire week and on Monday we becomes the mules of money, work, time and for some of us our passions and catch the flights to office to return back to our utopia a week later. These weeks have turned into months, which have turned into years and we have got those promotions and paid those essential bills but despite those expensive spa therapies are we really connected inside out?

The answer is NO. I meditate after every Reading session, spend time with my family after I come from work, try to catch up on those shows till I fall asleep and on Sundays, call my friends and make plans to cancel some later due to work commitments but here I am today looking at a Lockdown which God knows will last how long but is extremely essential for us to Survive.

The COVID 2019 came upon us unsuspectingly, though we didn’t get a warning like Noah and weren’t able to build a boat but we do have an option and if we are lucky enough to be able to be a part of this lockdown in this huge population then darlings you are already blessed so quit acting like cry babies and for once for the sake of humanity stay in and be safe as this what you can do.

Even though it’s not the way we wanted our ME time, we have got it, so suck it up and use it. There are so many things you can you do and trust me the time you spend on your phone using social media is too much so you are left with very less time to spare and in that time there are countless of things you can do, I am sure you do have a list but here is a list of things you can do if this social distancing is boring you:

A) The most easiest is to actually make good on the money you spend on Netflix, Amazon Prime and the numerous web streaming services you have paid for and actually watch shows and movies, trust me there are a hell lot of good shows and movies which you might have not seen even if you are movie/tv buff. If confused take suggestions from your friends and start streaming.

B) All the bookworms complaining about how we lost our passion for reading once we started working because we didn’t have time well get those books out old and new and start reading, this is the perfect time to complete that I read __ books challenge on Goodreads.

C) Let’s come to hobbies now when was the last time you painted, wrote a poem or a short story. played the guitar or ukulele, knitted something, made an origami? There are numerous indoor activities we were fond of while growing up which we stopped pursuing because of time constraints. Let the muse strike and get going.

D) After all this if you are still bored, call your friends and talk to them and repair those fractured relationships that you let crack over these years because you didn’t find time or couldn’t prioritise. Talk to your parents, in these troubled times they are feeling more anxiety than we do as our moms are cooking, dads are providing for us so just sit with them for a while, it will surely put a smile on their faces. Help your mom around the house as she doesn’t get a 25% less workload but with a Full House she is working extra hard.

E) Meditation really helps and there are numerous apps which help you step by step to meditate so download them and try it as you need to be mentally healthy and Meditation is the best tool for this.

These all things which I have mentioned are very less few compared to what we can do when we put our minds to but all we are thinking about is how we are at home and bored. This sentence itself is so negative that we should reframe it as I am at home and have all the time right now to do all that I was missing on and see how it changes truly for you.

I do know some people are having trouble as the gym is closed but there are fantastic videos on YouTube which tell you how to workout at home. Working out is important but so is staying alive. 

If you are getting to stay at home know that you are lucky as there are numerous health workers, cleaners, police personnel, grocery vendors, Govt employees, Bankers etc who do not have this luxury to stay at home and work, so what can we do for them? We can stay at home and not contaminate the society.

Now let’s get to the part where some people are escaping isolation, I know they must be scared but to act so irresponsibly and put the lives of numerous others at risk is a shameful act, if you see such a person then report them asap to the nearest municipal corporation and contact police if required.

Maybe the isolation wards are bad but this is what we have and escaping it by beating medical staff is as bad a crime as keeping it dirty. Accept it that we are not USA or UK, we do have 5 and 7 Star Hospitals but none of them are coming forward and helping by setting up quarantine wards or offering some incentives. Only the Govt Hospitals are helping us through this situation and for crying out loud this is a quarantine facility and you are recuperating from a disease not on a Holiday that you will get a pool and mojitos served by the bar.

Your money is not going to save you from this. You common sense is. Some people have to quarantine themselves in hospitals because they are too sick to stay at home or don’t have big houses to self isolate themselves.

It is imperative to follow medical protocol right now and help yourself and others and if you don’t do that then you are not a HUMAN but an ASSHOLE.

The last thing I would like to urge you’ll to do is follow the curfew on 22nd March as it’s essential. You might not be a fan of the PM and the Govt but this is for you and if you don’t do it just to teach a lesson to Mr Modi then you are an idiot of the highest order as you are screwing it up not just for yourself and everyone.

Also I don’t know if the clap thing works or no but if not for our PM we can do this for our Dr’s as a gesture to applaud the constant efforts that they are putting in to cope with this. Claps create a positive frequency and I would like to do that as a gesture to uplift the energy levels and of course as my way of saluting the people who keep our community growing.

The last time you said that the economic status is screwed up but what can we do something about this only if we get through this and for us to do that get this Country back where it is we need to beat this Corona by being smart, staying safe, listening to medical professionals and spreading love and kindness virtually as this world needs it most.

Also a sincere request to all my spiritual friends and light-workers, create energy chains and pass them on and pray as much as you can, this world needs light and those who can should give their 100%.

Together we can and together we will. Use this indoor to be creative and spread love.


From #MeToo till #BeTheChange


Sakshi donned the red dupatta which her brother had gifted her on rakhi. She placed her dupatta covering her breasts thus adding another cover and left for college.

Ira was so excited to wear the little black dress which her mother had bought for the fresher’s party. She admired her long legs in the mirror and left for college.

Sakshi and Ira crossed paths in the lifts exchanged a couple of words and left for different directions.

A man brushed past Sakshi turned, faced her and asked Chalti hain kya Randi? Losing her mind and strength she crumpled on the ground clutching the dupatta and cried hopelessly.

In the next lane two boys riding a bike abruptly stopped next to Ira. They got down and said Would you like us to remove that little piece of cloth you have on yourself so we can admire you completely?

Ira’s mind went blank and she crumpled on the ground tears flowing relentlessly through her eyes. One of the boy tried to touch her but something slammed across his face and hearing that noise Ira looked up to see Sakshi banging her bag on the boy’s face. The boys sat on their bike and sped away.

Sakshi sat down hugging Ira. Ira hugged her back and said Thank You Sakshi, I shouldn’t have worn this dress and walked on the street. Sakshi wiped Ira’s tears, held her shoulders, looked her in the eye and said don’t do you dare blame yourself for a moment. Look at me not even an inch of my skin is seen and yet a man called me a Randi and asked me to come with him. Ira looked at Sakshi, wiped her tears and hugged her for a long time.


I love wearing one pieces and jeans more than salwar suits because I feel comfortable in them. If that makes me a Randi or easily available in your mind, remember then that if anything needs to be torn off or needs a makeover is your dirty brain. And if you come at me I’ll tear you to shreds. 

I think there should be therapists to change the mindset of such people who look at women and see nothing except a piece of ass to bang. We should hang a placard in their necks saying I HARASS WOMEN, I AM SICK so that the society actually knows these FUCKTARDS and we have a system to filter them which is much better than how they filter us based on clothes. 

Just because a women wears revealing clothes she is a slut and she sleeps with everyone. If that was the case why didn’t Ira go with those boys? Why did she cry? And why did that man called Sakshi a whore? If clothes determine a Woman’s character then Sakshi wasn’t wearing any revealing outfit, so why? 

WHY- Because some men feel entitled to sleep with any woman they want. They feel the sole purpose a woman has in life is to submit to me. They feel is a woman wears short clothes she becomes a whore, who can be touched and hit on by anyone at any time. But trust me the problem is not with clothes it’s with the mindset of these men as even if they see a woman in Salwars/Sarees they will sexually harass/assault them. They don’t differentiate Sakshi’s and Ira’s they just look at them as objects made for their fun and enjoyment. Shame on them and shame on this society who nurtures them and shame the poor woman who has suffered such a terrible ordeal. 

I think these people are sick and they need our help so let’s help them if we see them in the road harassing others by being witnesses and reporting the crime to cops.



Sarah married her childhood sweetheart. She got along well with his parents and that is what her excited her more about this marriage that now she would have two sets of parents. The next day after her wedding she woke up and decided to surprise her in laws and her husband with a huge spread for breakfast including all of their favourite items. She cooked and cooked not realising she was all sweaty and gross as food played Splash Em with her. But when she set the table and filled the coffee pot she smiled as she imagined her in laws and husband’s reaction as they would wake up to the waft of their favourite delicacies and the warm smile on their faces as they dug in.

Everyone came out and saw a lavish spread on the table. Sarah was cleaning the kitchen counter when she heard her husband call out to her. She walked out in the dining room smiling. He took one look at her and said Sar what are you wearing? Just go change and wear a Kurta or a Saree, my parents won’t appreciate you wearing a night dress. Just then Sarah’s in laws came out and inquired about what was happening.

Sarah told them everything how she made breakfast to surprise them and how her husband told her about their dislikes towards western clothes. Mom Dad I know you’ll since I am a baby and I have come in this house so many times even wearing hot pants, why dint you tell me then, she asked them?

Sarah’s mother-in-law smiled sauntering forward and said but Beta you weren’t married to our son then. You are our daughter-in-law now and what you do speaks for our entire family. We can’t allow people to call you names because of your inappropriate clothing and neither we can allow them to point fingers at us.

Sarah smiled and said I called you Mom and Dad because I thought marriage gave me another set of parents to be responsible towards and to love. If my clothes were really determined who I was and if you really loved me why didn’t you tell me this before? You know me since my birth, you knew your son is the only man I loved and would eventually marry, then why didn’t you consider me as your daughter as if this was a bad habit why dint you tell me to get rid off it before?

The smile fell off her mother in law’s face and she couldn’t give any answer to Sarah.

Mom my Maa always loved me for who I was. While growing up she taught me to love everyone, be compassionate and kind, she told me to never hurt or harm anyone. These were the values I grew up with and never once did she mention that I will be a bad person or people will judge me or them over my clothes. My mother is a wonderful human being and I don’t think she would teach me anything wrong, but I love you like I love her and if you feel that I am wrong then I will change and adapt just for you. But just tell me one thing will you tell the same thing to Didi as well? You love Didi for who she is then why not me?

Sarah’s mother in law had tears in her eyes and she hugged Sarah and said, I don’t care what you wear as I was wearing a mask over my eyes which was harmful and you helped me get it off. Western clothes or Indian Clothes you have a heart of gold and it will always shine and that is the kind of person I need my son to be around.


If you want your daughter in law to treat you like her parents then make sure you accept and love her like you would your own daughter. 



Ashima checked her watch and realised it was way past 1:30 so she called herself a cab and told her friends that she had to go home. A couple of drinks later she had started feeling groggy. She went out of the restaurant and was resting her head on the wall when two hands grabbed her. She opened her eyes in shock to see a man pushing himself against her. With all her strength she started pushing him away. To her shock he said you smell of booze and you are all alone here weren’t you looking for sex.

She successfully pushed him away and yelled what is wrong with you. You go in a fancy restaurant like that, you look like a decent person and you think in this way? He smiled a very creepy smile and pushed her against the wall one more time and this time no matter how much she pushed, fought back and screamed nothing could stop the horrific act which was happening with her.

In her mind she thought that if I hadn’t gotten drunk probably I wouldn’t be in this peril. Every time he pushed himself against her she could hear a piece of her soul shattering. After he had had his fun he threw her next to the dumpster and simply left without even glancing at her. After what felt like ages she was able to get up. She decided to go and report what had happened to her. A couple of questions from the cops which made her go into the details of the traumatising act and dirty glances from them for her despite being a lady and getting drunk she left for her house.

After scrubbing herself to the point of bleeding to death she still couldn’t let go off the thought that had she not been drunk this wouldn’t have happened to her. Days turned into weeks which turned into months. People started looking at her with disgusting glances and stares, they judged her for staying late out of the house and drinking, many even told her to take her complain back as it would get her nothing except misery. Ashima did nothing of that sort and decided to fight for justice.

A year later she was still fighting but hadn’t forgiven herself for getting drunk and staying out late. She opened the newspaper and what she read horrified her to an extent which she thought was not possible as every bad feeling which existed in this world had washed her on that horrible night but this piece of news shattered and pierced her soul even more than it had done that night. A 3 year old girl was raped by a 50 year old man. The news said that the man was their neighbour and under the pretext of playing with her he raped her.

Ashima slid from the sofa to the floor and started crying and asked herself what could have that small girl done as she was within the safety of her own house? She had followed all the rules,stayed at home, hadn’t partied,hadn’t done any drugs, she simply had done nothing.She found renewed strength cursing the man to the fiery pit of Hades. This incident had given her like a bolt in her hand which told her to make sure to right the wrong done to her. Because today truly she found out that no matter what she would/wouldn’t have done that horrific night would have happened as the reason it had happened was not her but the man. With a heavy heart she closed the newspaper but a weight lifted off her chest as she finally was able to forgive herself as she held herself no longer responsible for what was done to her.


Rape in all situations is wrong. No man should force himself upon a Woman under any circumstance or any relation. A woman who was raped goes through hell and the society blames her for what has happened to her. Instead of standing by her and putting the man down who did this to her we start degrading the woman. 

Rape can stop only and only when men learn that they don’t have a right to do this to any woman. Just because you go 90 Degrees seeing someone is and will never be an acceptable reason for the horror you committed. Rape is a crime and I hope our society starts grilling the Rapist more than the Victim otherwise soon the Victim will have to be her own Kali and Durga and get her Justice. 


Priti was ecstatic to see the + on the home pregnancy kit. She took a picture of the strip and shared it via WhatsApp with her husband. He texted her back saying please meet me at 7 pm today near my office.

Priti got dressed in her powder blue dress which her husband adored and hailed a cab to his office. He was standing near the pavement, expecting to be hugged or swept off her feet all Priti got was a signal to come and sit in the car. Still she looked up smiling and saw a mask of tension on her husband’s face. She asked him if everything was okay and his words through that composed mask shook her completely. Yes everything is okay my darling just taking you to a doctor friend of mine to check if we are having a boy as to be honest I cannot handle having a girl child in the family and nor have I ever wanted one.

She wanted to say a lot of things but apparently her tongue had lost it’s ability to move. The car stopped but her thoughts were still running a relay race. She did not move. When her husband came to her side to check why she wasn’t getting out she told him I do not want to go through with this, I want a child and I want it irrespective of it’s sex. He tried to force her but no matter she wouldn’t budge. She got off the car and took a cab to her parents house.

Priti told her parents everything that had happened. They were horrified at their son-in-law’s behaviour but what they told Priti horrified her even more. Beta this child is already doomed and only you can save it by keeping your pride aside. Call your husband and apologise and go for the test, if it’s a boy keep it, maybe that will help you get your husband’s forgiveness.If it’s a girl get is aborted. It’s not easy being separated from your husband while pregnant. People will make many stories and you won’t be able to raise this child alone. Keeping their hand on her head they left the room.

Priti’s tears had dried up but there was a fire burning her from inside out. She got up and opened the window sucked in some fresh air, took a deep breath and thought no one would allow her to live in peace. She climbed on the ledge and jumped off from the 20th Floor.


Pregnant ladies go through hell without all this and what do such narcissistic people do they kill them. Yes such deaths are not suicides but you practically guide them to that ledge and push them. The hypocrisy of this society is that they want females to cook,clean,earn and fuck but they don’t want to raise girls. If this continues soon Women will disappear from the face of this earth. Stop killing us as women are essential for the survival of man. 


These are not the only problems women face. There are more issues apart from this like marital rape, dowry deaths etc which kill a woman while alive. She literally becomes a zombie. Many of us have lived these stories and those who have come out of it and are fighting it I want to tell you’ll that I am really proud of you and all of the sisters who weren’t able to make it I apologise sincerely because I wish I could have done something to help you all. 

If you can see the sufferer in all these stories is a Woman. I don’t have problem with all Men but yes Men who harass Women I hate them but if that makes me a NAZI I don’t care as what these men do to these woman is as bad as what NAZIS did but if you can’t see that there is no point in explaining my point of view to you as you have closed your eyes and ears and are okay with everything that is happening around you. 

When a person is harassed mentally they go through a very tough time and all they need is some support. It really helps to just listen and talk to them as they are so exhausted and tired of being shunned and shamed that one person also can light a spark of hope in them and get them out of their hopeless situation. Be that spark to someone, it’s better than doing all that you do under the name of religion as helping people and being a good human being is what pleases God the most. 

The only remedy to this situation is to be the change .Teach your daughters to fight injustice instead of succumbing to it. Teach them to give a damn about society and do what their gut and intuition tells them. Teach your sons to respect women. Teach your sons to ear a love of a woman than her body. Teach your children equality of sexes. 

Teach your children to be good people that is more important than moulding them in the tray of NORMAL which this stupid society has created. 

You want to see the change then be the change. #TOSEETHECHANGEBETHECHANGE 



Where did my dreams go?

I’m writing this article 2 1/2 months away from my 30th Birthday. When I think about this I have two words eating and feeding my brain WHOO & WHOA!!!

The WHOO is because it’s been 3 decades I have been living on this planet and it has given and taken so much for and from me and yet I know there is more out there to achieve, give and take. I am looking forward to living and experiencing life post 30’s.

Now let’s get to the WHOA which is the eating part which is obviously facilitated by the parasites who make up the society. Normally I wouldn’t put stock into what these people say but God has put 1% devil into our hearts and so these dark thoughts have an impact on me sometimes. So basically the bacteria is concerned about our weddings, our ticking biological clocks, our kids, their kids and even their biological clocks yada yada yada.

All of us love the Whoo and despise the Whoa but we have to live with both. Support and criticism are both essential to make us who we are but if these two factors are out of balance they even bring the best people down.

When I told my parents that I want to pursue Tarot Card Reading, Blogging and Writing as my profession thus ditching the academic degree of law which I had obtained they were skeptical but never the less supported me as they knew how important it is for me to do what I love. They gave me their full support but also told me that at the end of the day you should be able to fill your own plate and not be dependant on anyone which was a very good thing because that statement made me realise you should take risks but there should always be some calculation in that cuz if you fall them no one else is going to repair your teeth you will be left to fend for yourself. The support from my parents  fed my brain and I had the audacity to go for my dreams.

As everyone knows a coin is two sided I got a lot of negative reception from some of my relatives. She is trading a 50K salary, a corporate position, a legacy for what to carry a cloth bag and go door to door with a manuscript. Honestly I don’t care about their opinion but some young people who will read this I want to write about them for their benefit because when you are going to hit those blocks these words will keep on coming to you and I want you to remember that this will give you the necessary anger to convert that cloth bag into a LOUIS VUITTON and that face on the door to theirs who are knocking at your house to see if you are done with the bag and if they can have it.

Always remember if you love what you do you will never dread the week. These people are not going to be there on your Mondays and on your hard week. It’s your arse which is going to be on the line so better make sure your heart accompanies your butt. The people who love you will be with you no matter what and they and their opinions are what matters as when they criticise they actually want you to improve but when bacteria criticises they want you to quit as they know well you have the ability to succeed and don’t want to see you high up there.

Initially I used to get pissed off on these people a lot but I realised they are not worth any of my emotion. The time I put into being angry on them is the time I waste which I can actually utilise towards the attainment of my dream. I channeled my anger into writing. Every time I feel angry towards these people I start writing and end up creating a masterpiece. So remember that channel your anger into doing something for which you got criticised and that will actually make your spit reach your haters face.

Now after this comes the most beaten up topic Wedding and I personally feel that a girls/women has to face the brunt of this more than boys/men. Men face it too but the degree is lesser compared to women.

Let’s take my example. As I said I’m nearing my 30’s and according to some people my age for marriage has long gone and my batteries are dead too. As for me I’m at a stage where I am seeing someone for a couple of years and the bond which I have with him is no less than any married couple or probably even more in comparison to some cases. We respect each other a lot, are each other’s support systems professionally as well as personally and most importantly are madly in love with each other. To be honest for me this is marriage nothing gets more pure and committing than what I share with my boyfriend and I don’t care if I haven’t signed a paper or taken pheras. The people who matter to me are happy with what I have and they know this is what I want. Now the ones who have questions, you will see when I get married I am not sharing details with you because I don’t consider you close enough to even give you a sneak peek in my life.

When I was 26 years old I had lost all hope of finding love because I had been through a bad relationship and given up on love completely. Resigned to the fact that to fit in this society I have to get married, produce babies and inflict the miseries of this world on them so I decided to get register for marriage. At this point in life I met by now boyfriend and my world and life completely changed. I needed some time and after explaining about him and the way I feel about him to my parents they gave me all the time in the world because they knew my happiness lied in this person and a life with him. Today in my parents and my would be in laws life I am married. If the wouldn’t have given us the time we required then we would have lost the love of our lives.

The last 4 years ever since I am seeing my boyfriend have been very demanding for me professionally and I did not get married because personally knowing my capacities and abilities I wouldn’t have been able to handle marriage and work together as I believe in balance and I wouldn’t have been able to achieve that thus failing and not giving justice to either. My parents and would be in laws saw this and dint give any age bar to us but just helped and supported us achieve our dreams.

Now I am not saying that choose marriage over work or work over marriage. Just learn to balance and do only what you can handle. Never do anything because of fear or judgment of others as marriage doesn’t stop them from doing what they are. Once you are married they will keep on asking about kids, their education, their work, their marriage, their kids yada yada yada. People will talk and if you really want to shut them up keep on doing what you want to do.

There was a point in my life where I was about to give up everything because of the criticism and judgment and I shudder to think the life I would have had if I would have given up. Criticism I feel is healthy as I think it gives you a push to prove a point and that’s how we should take it instead of dwelling in it and drowning in a pool of misery.

I did not give up and so MY DREAMS WENT ON TO BE FULFILLED. A dream adds meaning to your life and we all know a life without meaning is not really a life so never give up meaning of your life for a certain sector of cretins. Rise above and conquer it all so that every time when someone asks you where did you dreams go you should have a smile and look upwards.


PS: My ideologies will hurt or annoy some people but know that I am not here to please you neither to hurt you so peace out and let us all live as we feel fit.