UHUMMMM.!.!

Realisation of pain conceived since past
Torn in tits bits...the soul is aghast
hell cried ocean of tears
for innumerable years
The drowner among them was beautiful me
It was me who drowned before their eyes
selling my soul for price
No takers....for a foul rotting life
no prices for happiness gifted
No value no value
Wothlessness is the total gold

For none it lives,none it wished
none it got
It had reasons 

You Turn Me On, I'm A Radio

It's nice. Nice that the 'what if's have melted away. Or at least, I'd like to believe they have. Unless of course, they've been frozen, rather forcefully, in cellophane in an orange-trouser-wearing-polka-dot-sneezing man's refrigerator. Then, maybe, as always, they'll sneak out, sneakily, from behind the orange-trouser-wearing-polka-dot-sneezing man's curtains and they'll tickle me. Like they always do. Like I hate. Like they love. Like entertainment for sadists. And candy for strangers.

 

Like a pair of raunchy scissors gorging on the warm remains of a bloodshot velvet, they'll come to me. They'll stay. Maybe they'll freeze again, until I'm perfectly happy in a world of storms and nothings. Plastic and pearls. Then, just like a normal butterfly-free Sunday, the orange-trouser-wearing-polka-dot-sneezing man will win. Triumph. Gloating. Floating. Hoping for a sliver of sweet lime.

 

Maybe then, I'll tell the orange-trouser-wearing-polka-dot-sneezing man that the sweet lime has been in his refrigerator all along. Maybe then, he'll know. 

 

Ban goes in smoke!

Ban on smoking is more of an eyewash. As cigarettes are snuffed out across the country, the true intent of the government is suspect. With no restrictions on tobacco industry, it's an half hearted approach.

Anyone who feels the urge for a puff of his favorite brand will have to do so in the confines of his room, provided his kids and other members of the family accept to be passive smokers. If he resists, he will have to set up a room of his own, away from all inquisitive neighbors and prying eyes

The Indian government has the power to endorse public smoking bans, but is there any legal basis for laws restricting private smoking and sale of cigarettes. We may as well pass laws prohibiting people from eating too much, or sleeping too little, or taking on high-stress jobs. Do you think that people will follow it?

 

Of course, after the passage of this law, one can see fewer smokers on the streets or public places, but it doesn’t mean that smokers have vanished or have stopped smoking.

Such proposals "push the envelope" of tobacco control into areas where questions need to be asked to ensure tobacco control policies are firmly anchored to scientific evidence and especially concern those who value the freedom of individuals to do what they please to the extent that this does not harm others. They invite consideration of whether zero tolerance of public exposure to toxic agents is a reasonable policy for civil societies and whether the loudly proclaimed exquisite sensitivities of a small minority should drive public policy. . In short, we need to ask whether efforts to prevent people smoking outdoors risk besmirching tobacco control advocates as the embodiment of intolerant, paternalistic busybodies, who, not content at protecting their own health, want to force smokers to not smoke even in circumstances where the effects of their smoking on others are immeasurably small.

There is confusion as most people whether the government will actually do much on implementing the law is a significant question. Laws on public health and comfort – such as littering or loud music – are almost never enforced in India. This law too could well go up in smoke fail to understand even the definition of a public place.

What is ironical is that major chunk of the population is not aware of the anti-smoking law and if some do know about it, they seem to be least bothered. The rationale behind this attitude of people is justified, as the concerned authorities themselves are reluctant to swing into action. The law enforcement agencies do not have the will to take action against the smokers. Government needs to come up with the strong-arm measures to clampdown smoking in public place and make the environment smoke free.

 Just lift the smoke veil and you will see that this law, in probability, is more of a paper tiger.

While the fire against smoking gains heat one cannot help but wonder about Sir Winston Churchill's plight if he were to live in a country where smoking was banned by law. For, he always claimed that it was the endless supply of cigars and tea that carried him through the war. But this is a different war anyway!

 

The true victor is insanity!!!

Relive
the pleasures of arbitarity
where ignorance is bliss
And thoughts lack co-linearity!

Forever
locked in the prison
of enclosed mentality
Self-imposed hindrance
and drones to passivity!

Remember
salvation denies those in obscurity
and those chained
to the shackles of symmetry!

Never
surrender to sanity
nor align to conformity
For the bleakest
is the gray of reality!

Forget
myopic misdirected vanity
and realize the truth
Relive... Forever... Remember... Never... The true victor is insanity!!!

20 YEARS AND A CEREMONY LATER....

20 YEARS AND A CEREMONY LATER!

 

“The history of the world is not complete until your story is told!”

 

Once there was a little girl. She was a fanciful kind of child, and she liked nothing better than to listen to her grandmother spinning yarns on lazy afternoons. At one such session, her grandmother abruptly interrupted her story and admonished the little girl for shaking her legs while sitting. The little girl protested, "But Dad does it too!" Grandma replied that it was alright for him because he was a man. The little girl could not understand how she knew, but she knew instantly that Grandma was wrong. Maybe it was because she had heard her Dad tell one of her aunts who had tried to sympathize with his son-less state that in his eyes, each of his two daughters was as good as ten sons. The little girl kept shaking her legs.

Well my name is Mansi Kohli.

Ho can I begin to explain the dichotomy that is ME? The eternal optimist, a closet pessimist , believer in free will and serendipity...a walking contradiction, truly. My obsessions beginswith anything that twinkles and is open ended. It has no end!

I can introduce silence and blabbering both at the same time.

An opportunist by nature, Thats why I believe "When life gives you lemons - make lemonade. Then sell the lemonade and make air freshness

from the peels. Sell that too!"

I frankly enough don’t remember the degree temperature under which I was born ,but as they say the place was some hospital in pauche rajouri market of new delhi. Since then I am living in delhi. I live in a family of 5.When I was born my sister was 4 years old and all she wanted was a gun-fighting brother to swear around with but I guess she dint leave me either. I remember when sometimes no one was around she would come up to me and bite my toes for no reason, I guess she sew the seeds of sibling rivalry and hence it continues. . .

oh! I do love her still.. c’mon that’s the part of rivalry among dogs even.

 

In my early years of education, the frustration with teachers misspelling my first as well as last name seemed as though it might never end. Though it gradually subdued as I scored the top rankings both in padhai and ladai and the name was suitably noted soon.

In5th standard happened my first crush over this guy who owned my first ever vision full, mills and boons. Next two days thanks to internet I discovered what the specie named “MAN” is;

In my new eyes I henceforth read a POLL stating that,“Most men said they would be impressed by women who read news websites, Shakespeare or song lyrics. Women said men should have read Nelson Mandela’s biography or Shakespeare. “

Since then I have started reading shakspeare and even news websites..but holy lord!! No men seem to have read nelson mandela’s biography fully.Thanks to that silliness I developed this grave interest in WORDS! The language English often became an EGO-LISH trip for me throughout my school and IP college days. I would rather now emphatically state that I fall in the non-fictional reality part of it. This makes me distant from being a novelist and drifts me closer in pain, sink ,verbosity and featuristic business of JOURNALISM.(which I would like to quote as an journey far beyond various ism’s.. ironical and how!)

I love my world of words. I spin them, string them, weave them together and throw them evenly oddly superlatively and yes! Hardly.. Broadly put, i write to make a living. My words feed me. At times the burden of being bright is especially heavy when you don't know where you're headed for.

My intention principle here was neither to project or reject myself .I present, but to indulge unselfishly and wholly in the vision, the sheer jazz if it comes to that, of what interests me. In the mirror will appear but fleetingly my image as figure, against the outer and inner worlds I happen to experience, as ground: this World-mirror in turn imaging my larger Self.

 “Some days I'm so weary with the constant struggles.

Fight for a seat, run to be on time, fight to inch forward, fight for your rights.
Fight for time, fight for space, fight for your reason to be.
Fight to be yourself.

There are times I'm so tired, so bone-weary, so exhausted that I am suspended, zombie-like in time and space. I can see myself moving but I can't feel my feet touch the ground. I can hear that familiar voice cranking out tired and overused phrases but the mind that manufactures them seems to have gone missing.”

-by MANSI KOHLI(ALL RIGHTS RESEVRED)

Ideas, ideals....those don't keep you happy. Happiness is like those fleeting moments...hardly worth chasing after even.. In every other way priveleged and accomplished I may be, but I'll stay a beggar inside my world.I am in the world of X, chaos, the new science..This is my way of telling my higher self. . .inner child.