Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Journey Within


The journey within
Through sparse and dense
Retracing steps
Back to innocence.

Retrospecting,
The exceptional and mundane
The zenith, the nadir
Surges of love, pangs of pain.

Reminiscencing
Simplicity, inability and acceptance
Failing, learning, unlearning
Yet, unfaltering perseverance.

Recollecting
Dark alleys of fear, abysses of despair
Nursing bruises, looking up again
Moments, frozen in a tear.

Reaching my genesis
Now, the entire show in a frame
Resolving to plan the future
But, there is destiny to blame.

Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy

Friday, February 20, 2009

We The Women - Gen Ex & Gen Why.


Our parents lived in a generation, where they managed to find happiness in small and simple things in life. They ardently believed in the values taught to them, without even a single doubt crossing their minds. Perhaps, they were not as logical and analytical as we are today. But they scored over us in one very important aspect. They were tolerant and they accepted - easily.

Our mothers trusted blindly, followed loyally and were returned the same trust and loyalty on most occasions. They never felt insecure by the fact that they did not have their own money to spend. Neither did their ego stop them from asking for money, from their husbands. They believed in simplicity, innocence, the simple pleasures, and in the slow pace of life.
They did not think twice in reprimanding or showering with love, all the children in the extended family. They savoured life to the hilt and were at peace with themselves.

We the nex-gen, strove to change the lot of women, and we succeeded in exceling in every field, becoming financially independent, having our say in almost every issue under the sun, and proving to all and sundry, our prowess.
In the process, however, we overlooked something precious. We lost our peace of mind and we had to do without the sense of mental security.

Ultimately, it is an issue of, 'we gain some and we lose some'. But I really hope that the price we pay, is not one, that is too high.

Author: Jayeeta Sinha Roy

Till Death Do Us Part

The faint glow of the setting sun glistened on the ripples of the Jhelum, as the ripples moves away one by one. The wind coming from the ...