Hey, Wait! Is Modern Day Astrology Really About Human Psychology?

STATUTORY WARNING: This post isn't an attempt to hurt someone's sentiments. It's just my personal view on astrology and my musings about it. Thank you.
Ah, astrology
There are many, who religiously believe in the magic of the stars. 
And there are many people, who love, love trashing it and scoffing, Blergh! Who believes in stars and all that shit? 
Let me now tell you, some of them are the very same people who follow zodiac pages on Instagram and jump at the chance of  getting their horoscopes read. 
As much as I'd like to say that I'm a perfectly logical human being who thinks she is way above the trappings of astrology, I have to say that I'm equally one of those idiots who follows zodiac pages on Instagram and jump at the chance of getting my horoscope read. And this post is going to be my spiel on what I make of the weird, mystical "science" called astrology. 
With an atheist father and a no-nonsense mother, you'd thi…

Then And Now

Semi-autobiographical and it's kinda my first attempt to stick to a strict rhyming scheme. Hope you like it! :) 

Ten years ago,
You were a scabby-kneed pre-teen,
Not particularly,
A part of the cliche popular scene; 
You were,
Still stuck in the world of Barbies and Blyton;
Facebooking and dating,
Wasn't exactly your idea of fun;  
And now, ten years later,
You're an adult in name,
Away from the lure of,
That vicious thing called fame; 
Ten years ago,
You were doted on, By your loving family,
Never had a moment to be left forlorn;
Yet, back then, whenever you were,
In a crippling, cacophonic crowd,
You often felt,
A pang of loneliness that was unnaturally loud; 
And now, ten years later,
You're an adult in name,
Living on her own,
Away from the family but,
The deep bond is all the same;
Ten years ago, You had a couple of playmates,
Who'd light up your day with fun and frolic,
It's truly a tragedy that y'all had different fates -
And now, ten years later, Fo…

Delhi Through The Eyes Of A Mumbaikar Part I

If you were a regular reader of this blog, I’m pretty sure you must be wondering where I’d disappeared off to. 
No, I didn’t give up on this blog and did something that strictly stuck to the status quo that most of my classmates are wont to do. 
No, I didn’t elope with some Roadside Romeo 
And no, I most certainly did not get abducted by aliens. 
I shifted this July to Delhi NCR.  
Why? Because right after I graduated this year, I went for a fellowship programme to explore the world out there and get out of the monotony of the commerce field. 
Aaand the experience has been mind-blowing so far! I’m getting to do so many different courses across varied fields, meet people from so many diverse backgrounds and getting to absorb a hell lot of new knowledge! Plus –
Okay, more on the fellowship gushing later. Now onto the main focus: I shifted. 
Yes, I shifted from the comforting environs of my home in Bombay to a university in North India, which is really close to Delhi. I gave up the grud…

Life's Short, Make It Count!

When I was younger, I'd often fear a lot of things - fear of the creepy alien from Koi Mil Gaya, fear of writhing snakes (actual snakes and human snakes), fear of not living up to expectations and...
Fear of dying.
I remember when I was eight, I'd huddle closer to my mom, while sleeping, and would often cry thinking about what would happen if I die. 
Would my family be crying for me? Would my friends stop playing at all? 
Or would they promptly replace me with a super-awesome new kid who'd be so smart and perfect that my people would forget I'd ever existed in the first place?
But as the years passed by, the pile of homework and the burden of getting a career sorted got larger and death just got sidelined to news like "Oh, did you know, so-and-so-passed away?"  
But it all changed a couple of weeks back, when a grand uncle of mine passed away, all of a sudden.
A month ago, he was fine - as hale and hearty as a horse.
And suddenly, he got a stroke, got hospit…

The Importance Of Empowering Young Girls

Coming from a patriarchal country like India, one would expect that I was also raised with the ingrained belief that the female gender is worthless for everything except nurturing the family. 
But thankfully, I was raised in a progressive household, where women had an equal say in all the important decisions. 
My family, instead of moulding me into an ideal bhartiya naari, brought me up to be driven about whatever I do and stand up for my beliefs, no matter what the detractors said.
My role models weren’t the stereotypical bahus in the Indian soap operas, who would be perpetually wearing ten coatings of makeup, heavy clothes and jazzy jewellery and still managed to devote their entire day to the kitchen in a palatial house that ideally should have dozens of maids. 
Instead, they were strong women, who lead their lives successfully, regardless of the problems they had. Some were young mothers facing the challenges of raising many kids on their own in an unknown area, some were working…

Joys Of Life

For many,  Joy is fame - To be recognized,
To be considered worthy, not lame; 
For them, Joy is to be surrounded, By throngs of admirers, And to be a living legend; 
But for some, Joy is the family ,  who loves unconditionally,
And supports wholeheartedly;
For many, Joy is wealth, A means to endlessly flaunt, Their material laurels; 
For them, Joy is to display, How better are they, Than the rest of the world;
But for some, Joy is the emotion, Attached to simple things,  Gifted with loving intention;
For many, Joy is influential connections, A means to show, How powerful they really are;
For them,  Joy is the arrogance, That they can get anywhere, Without hard work, by simple means unfair;
But for some, Joy is in old friendship, Etched with loyalty and love, Tinged with fuzzy, warm nostalgia;
Nowadays, for many, Joy is a envy-worthy social media feed, Filled with an intent to brag, Not an intent to reminisce;
But for some, Joy is in the delightful memories,  Just important enough to be …

The Joy Of Being A Reader

"You really want to buy another one of those? Again?" My mother asks, her normally serene voice laced with a tinge of irritation. 
I nod eagerly, my face lighting up like a Christmas tree. My hands are tightly clutching the new bundle of joy, ready to be explored and (later) smelled. My mind's already wandering, imagining the exciting adventures I'll embark on with this. 
"You have too many books already, Ammu!" She snaps irritably, breaking me out of my reverie. "Plus, your cupboard is full already! You still haven't read those classics! Are you really, really keen on buying this?!"
She expects me to take a deep breath and place the book back on the store's shelf. She expects me to say, "Oh Mamma, you're right. You're absolutely right. How could I be so fiscally irresponsible? I promise that from now on, I'll be a perfect child and donate the rest of my collection to my various cousins scattered over the country."