It's their India too

Facts say that around 4000 students from North-East come to Delhi every year to pursue college education and employment.If you are a resident of Delhi near the University Campuses then you will promptly agree. Besides these residential areas, they are very popular in shops and malls looking for beautiful and courteous associate buyers and attendants.

Now the plight of these extremely fair north-eastern Indians is that local people see them as a different breed altogether. They call them 'Chinky' .They make fun of them , tease the girls, avoid socializing with them and what not.The girls are often at the recieving end.Some Hindu extremists put the blaim on them for their lifestyles and dressing sense.Such extremists should be hanged upside down and spanked for eternity.Ergo these communities keep a low profile and keep it to themselves. They prefer not to mingle with the local crowd who on the other hand cannot stop staring and smirking.All this eventually leads to forced conservatism,racism and hatred.

We raise our voices so high when we hear or read about racial comments or attacks on our relatives or fellow Indians in other countries specially in the U.S and Australia.We criticize the government officials for not taking necessary actions. But aren't we doing the same thing to these people from North-East? Don't they deserve to be treated normally ?

This might not concern us and we might not understand the seriousness of their plight. But it does affect them in a big way. And our normal behaviour towards them might mean so much to them.Through that only, they will feel at home.It's their India too.

P.S. I think most of us are just jealous.Of their beautiful hair ,flawless skin and sparkling complexion :D

New Moon

'That moon amidst the stars is so pretty.Even with the scars.The stars are perhaps jealous of her glow and shy away all twinkly. She is the queen of the night.That moon is so pretty.But my sweetheart is prettier", he thought. He was sitting on a really old and questionable chair at the terrace.The terrace was what he really liked when he agreed to rent a room in that building.It seemed over-priced at the first place but given the independent floor, a gigantic terrace, embracing winds and the soothing peace of mind, he was happy.

He sat all alone at the terrace missing his better half. The romantic moonlight taking the nostalgia of their times together to unprecedented levels of anxiety. All the good times they had together although ephemeral, had casted eternal memories which they always cherish.But it was one of those days when he was too vulnerable.He closed his eyes trying to recapture those moments.Rather to re-live those moments.He did succeed but the plan back fired.He realized that it has been so long.It felt like centuries have passed by.

He could not hold the tears any longer.His eyes red.His soul desperate for his mate.And then he heard her voice.He jumped out of his chair looking in all directions knowing that it wasn't true.He heard her again. It was coming from the skies.It was the moon.'Think of the coming times when you will have me.Think of the days when all i would do is to love you.Think of our beautiful home and think of our dreams.I want you to be strong in these desperate times.For me',said the new moon.

He was still crying.But the tears where of happiness and of the coming times.

Simple is beautiful

So many flavours out there,
various colours,
different tastes,
baskets, cones and cornettos,
Still I can't get over Vanilla.

So many songs out there,
hard rock or metal,
rap, jazz and pop,
Still can't get over acoustic soft numbers.

So many smart phones,
ipads and androids,
touchscreen,wi-fi and video calls,
Still I can't get over Nokia 1100.

To me, simple is beautiful.