Camouflage of life

5/10/2015 Our family welcomed two newest members in the family. Cherry & Berry. They are the cutest puppies I have seen so far. But being born and raised for 30 days in a farm had given them all kind of fleas and parasites imaginable. So the first task for us when they entered our house was to get them clean. We started with cleaning them in water with dettol and  pulling the parasites out with bare hands only to find later that they are not the right way to do things. On their fourth day they visited their vet along with me, my mother and brother in a taxi cab. The vet declared them healthy and prevented, much to their delight,their bath for the next two months. So dry clean them and put an anti-flea talc and they were good to go. Also we found that they were not pure breeds. For some people it could be a let down.After all who likes mixed breed.Their puppies don't even make for a good sale. So I decided, upon the vet's advise, that to prevent their hormonal imbalan

The absent mind is looking for a reason to believe,that the reason it is so naive,lies in the boundaries unknown.It has created a portrait where the different colours of life are not making sense to even itself. From the centre to its edge, it is wandering aimlessly,creating ripples,also where they  are not meant to be created.Distorting everything on its way,its moving,sometimes as slow as smoke and sometimes as fast as light.It believes that when everything will settle eventually, there would be a picture that would make sense.It will have a reason for everything around it,every colour that is in there will have a purpose,it will all make sense like a map for a treasure hunt.The uncertainty lies in the fact that whether or not what hides as treasure is meaningful for it or not.It could so happen that the ultimate reason behind creating ripples is to keep a picture from being created.The fear of finding out an unmeaning treasure is far more greater than the familiarity of an unfounde

It is crucial to understand, in order to be happy, that being content with small things in life is much more important than dreaming of being content with dreams we want to achieve in future.

Date: 30th Aug 2015 Writer: Stuti Sharma                                                                                                           The Zero Hour It was a warm evening in Mumbai. Dr. Ashok was deeply occupied in his work when the door of the lab opened. He looked up to see his daughter enter the labs. “So what is an astrophysicist doing in the labs of nuclear research? “He asked his daughter smiling. “A daughter is looking for her old father actually”, She said teasingly to him. He chuckled without moving eyes from his work. “Papa, Lets go. I am starving.” “One minute dear. I am nearly done.” “Okay…” Ashmin started to look around his office. It was like any other researcher’s office. His equipment covered most of the part. The walls were covered with formulas and flow charts for chemical compounds. Most of his work was complete except for the one in the middle of the wall. It was an equation which was incomplete. She went near it

Date:30 th   July 2015 Writer: Stuti Sharma                                                                              Ilaa Close to the city of Paithan, in a small village called Sauviragram, which lay along the banks of the great river Godavari, lived a woman named Ilaa. Being cotton farmers, her family was well to do, but not among the richest in their area. It was the harvest season, and cotton had to be picked from the plants. The wholesalers and traders from Paithan would be arriving in just a few weeks, carrying gold and goods for barter. They would exchange what they carried for the cotton that the farmers grew. The bales of cotton had to be ready in time! Work was at its peak! But Ilaa was not to be found in the fields. She wasn't working. Instead, she was sitting by the banks of the great river Godavari. 'I am sick of this!' she grunted loudly. There was a cold breeze blowing. Winter was near. It is a time when everything is in a bit of

With a time elapse of around ten months since I quit my job one would finally understand what they want to do in their life.I was sure that the decision of quitting my job and taking the time off to decide on the things I really want to do in life was a wise decision. I knew what I wanted to do and I was completely sure that it was going to work out.So today when I meet an old friend I run to the opposite direction lest they see my face and recognize me. You will think why? I mean why should you run from a friend? That's so stupid. Well its not if you are terrified to answer their most important and "who you actually are" going to define question , "so,what are you doing these days?" The moment I hear it, the person in front of me is no more visible. All I can see is myself doing something I quit my job for... Watching Romedy on my T.V Eating food Sleeping Doing house chores Sleeping Grocery shopping Cooking Eating Watching T.V Sleeping and

Lately I have come to an understanding that nobody really knows what happened in the past.The history books that we have been reading for so long are not accurate. They might have been tampered with and maybe not showing the complete picture. So maybe everything that we read and write are not completely true.And if that is the case then why are we so eager to know about the truth that upon learning it, sometimes, we are eager to twist it to fit the general notions. What is the truth? Is it our present? Is it our past? It's certainly not our future. Then what? I have always wondered what is my part in this world? Am I an important person? Or am I important only for those who I call family and friends? Then again am I really that important in life of my friends? People who will go on without me. I don't know. But I know this... I can be weak,I can be imperfect but I won;t be lost. People who knew me and still know me will alwa