Insights Of An Introvert

Here's a success story. Not the rags-to-riches kinds, but of achieving the unthinkable. Neither their lack of years nor their address -- they belong to the slum areas -- has been able to stop them. This bunch of little angels from Janta Colony and Adarsh Nagar in Nayagaon, who're anywhere between nine and 14 years of age, has managed to improve the health status of other slum kids. And for all the hard work they put in since May, the youngsters have earned smart bicycles. They will be felicitated on Sunday, the birthday of Pt Jawaharlal Nehru, who wanted to create responsible citizens out of children. And, here's a group he would've been proud of. Older children looking after the little ones' health might have sounded like an unachievable task but then Gurpreet Singh, assistant director of NGO Developing Indigenous Resources (DIR), came up with the novel idea two years ago. Today, it has turned out to be one of the most successful projects and the NGO's chief

In this vast world Amid mammoth things I'm a speck of life

I was born a woman in a man’s world. But for him, I was not an ordinary woman… I was different. That day when I opened my eyes, his was the first, or perhaps the second, face – I don’t exactly remember – that flashed in front of my eyes. For him, it was love at first sight and the moment he held me in his arms, he gave away his heart to me. I was in such a trance-like state that I could not fathom what was happening around me. But as the time passed, his pure, holy love for me, melted my heart. Within no time, I became his sweetheart, his life. Even the love of his life, his beautiful wife, could not match the spell that I cast on him. Seeing the intensity of his love for me, she never dared to step into our privacy. As years went by, his love for me kept on changing forms. Sometimes he was my friend, at others he was my mentor, my idol. He helped me solve all my “problems”, but most of our time together was spent fighting over silly things. Not even a single peaceful day passed amo

Lost in the routine.... I was running against time... Ignoring little pleasures I was looking out for big joys A little walk alone Made me stop and atone I realized the true happiness that was always around me

A cold silence separates us Frozen feelings keep us together Don’t try to thaw it Forget warming up Or malice will spill over

In middle of the chaos, I slog Unmindful of my mind's fog Not caring about the needles of the clock I go on to create ‘literature in hurry’ Even in the middle of the night Finding right words is the big fight The insane ambience seems friendly I admit this candidly I love the chaos, and I love to slog

A few like her eyes that talk Staring at her juicy lips, men stop Her dainty physique makes them check her out But none knows what turns her on What is it that her little brain ticks to What her little heart beats for They all try to make her feel special But she knows its nothing but pretension She doesn’t want anything except for true friendship Aren’t they capable of platonic relationship?