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Stereotyping has become a part of our life. More often than not we do it subconsciously and sometimes we do it knowingly. Either way, it has become difficult for us to accept things as they are. People, places, things, thoughts everything has to fall in this or that bucket and art is no exception. So which bucket do we put Chhappak in? Is it a tragedy? Is it a quest? Is it rebirth? Is it rags to riches? It can be anything or a bit of everything. Try and park the urge to assign a category, try and accept the film with a clean perspective without expecting cliché of the genre, only then there is a possibility that you will be able to see Chhappak for what it is. For it is just a story that needs to be told, as it is...! I came out of the theater obviously troubled, scared and concerned. But not once during the entire run time did I cry, and let me tell you I cry easily. Not once did I experience shock, not once did I felt like closing my eyes. There have been insensitive films where heinous crimes are

When you aren't happy and you cannot express it..it's horrible There aren't any responsibilities upon you yet you have to shoulder somebody else's responsibility just for the word of mouth.  When you die inside everyday and have become like a live corpse yet you are living  When your efforts don't bear any fruits  And your prayers have become so ineffective that you don't think any miracle will ever happen again When you're free in actual life yet you are caught up due to work place responsibility that will Never ever bear any fruit yet God only knows what karma debt you are paying.  It's bad... it's so bad that you are sorry for yourself...  You're at your worst of emotional state when you know you will be orphaned on a certain day not by your parents but others... Life never was so bad and it was never so dependent on anybody else as it is now.  On sharing stuff with friends they say Resign but it's difficult because you're Trapped..  When you can see time fleeti

The only election I ever contested was for being the class monitor in 10th standard, which I lost to a very good friend of mine. No shame in accepting that he was a better student in every way; polite, studious, humorous, friendly, good in sports and good in arts. Of course he was excellent in subjects and ranked in the top three. He was the better choice and our fellow students knew it and did well to vote for him. It did not matter what his name was, which caste and which religion he belonged to. All that mattered was competence. Oh and it didn’t matter whether the kid was a he or a she. A few years later some of us batch mates met for dinner, by then we were doing well with our respective careers and pursuits. Couple of drinks down and having indulged in nostalgia for a long time, the conversation slowly drifted to films, then to cricket and finally to politics. One of our friend who was connected with a political party took the lead and the conversation quickly turned unpleasant. He kept on talking

To, The broadcaster, the standup comedian, the actor, the activist, the guru and the social media influencer   STOP IT! NOW! If you do not, then you are as much a criminal as the one indulging in arson, rather you are a bigger criminal. An individual can pelt a stone or two, one can torch a bus or two, but you people are lynching and burning sensitive minds. Stop it. Yes, you are better read, maybe you are better informed, yes you are far more intelligent than the average person, happy? But you are biased and indulgent and insensitive and it is visible, it is obvious! Remember, the ability to remain tolerant to provocation varies from person to person. One may find your critique logical, another may not but shall remain steadfast, yet another may ignore and laugh back and then there will be someone who will talk back and debate. But, a major section of our society neither has linguistic ability nor the domain knowledge to counter your provocation. This section will keep quiet, they will keep burnin

The way they'd love each other was now rare to see,  For the bulk of misunderstandings had lead them away from which they couldn't be free.  The fight they've had everyday, Have now made that child it's prey. The child could do nothing,  Closed the door and sat for sobbing.  The screech from the souls who've once loved each other, Weren't suppose to be heard by the child who loved them as it'd bother. Seeing the parents falling apart Would leave the child with a life which'll never start.

If you are driving a car.., on a particularly pleasant evening.., with someone sitting next to you.., and listening to a song on the stereo, if you are getting goosebumps.., your eyes are getting moist.., you are having a lump in your throat., and you are shivering with that feeling…   Then you turn around..,  see that the person sitting next to you.., is going through exactly the same set of feelings.., then my dear you are in a state of absolute bliss..!

Catalyst is a substance which increases the rate of a chemical reaction without getting consumed in the reaction. Lot of people known as "social media influencers" feel that they are "catalyst" and they can trigger a reaction without getting consumed in it. They tend to overlook that in some cases a reactive by-product causes additional reactions to take place triggering a sequence of events called as "chain reaction". Be very aware that once you trigger a chain reaction, there is no escaping the snowball effect. Be careful, learn a thing or two and have a wonderful Sunday, on Monday you have to hit the streets.

हिंदू शिकार है इस्लामी आतंक का, मुसलमान शिकार है हिंदू राष्ट्रवाद का। उच्चवर्ग शिकार है बढ़ाते आरक्षण का, पिछड़ावर्ग शिकार है घटते आरक्षण का। स्त्री शिकार है पितृसत्ता का, पुरुष शिकार है नारीवाद का। मालिक शिकार है ख़राब कार्य कुशलता का, मजदूर शिकार है शोषण का। डॉक्टर शिकार है मरीज़ों की बढ़ती आक्रामकता का, मरीज़ शिकार है अस्पतालों से होती हुई लूट का। प्रशासन शिकार है नारेबाजी का, समाज शिकार है लाठीबाज़ी का। वकील शिकार है पुलिस की तानाशाही का, पुलिस शिकार है वकीलों की गुंडागर्दी का। छात्र शिकार है अनुशासन का, शिक्षक शिकार है अनुशासनहीनता का। कलाकार शिकार है अभिवेचन का, नियामक शिकार है अभिव्यक्ति का। शहरी शिकार है गिरते पेड़ो का, ग्रामीण शिकार है गिरते विकास का। यह तो बस चंद उदाहरण है, गिनने बैठोगे तो ख़तम नहीं होंगे शिकार होने के कारण। एक बात ठीक से समज़ह लो प्यारे, समाज व्यवस्था का, इंसान का, संप्रदाय का, सामूहिक राय का या किसीभी चीज़ का शिकार होना, या यूँ कहे ये "सोचना" की हम शिकार है, ये केवल एक मानसिकता है। आप तब भी शिकार थे जब वो सरकार थी, आप आजभी शिकार है जब ये सरकार है, और अगर आप अपनी मानसिकता नहीं बदलेंगे तो आ

Strived everyday still felt that sore  Apparently they weren't my friends anymore  So debilitated was I  That couldn't even tend to cry  Was done endeavouring on my ex  As I fell off the apex Almost have I led down my reputation  Moving on looked like procrastination  How long could I live in endurance? Will I ever cease my perseverance?  A bombshell met my heart  Telling me there's a new life I need to start Neither was it difficult at all  Nor this time was I afraid to fall  Started I to believe in my own self Wasn't meant to be kept in a closed shelf  The incident I look back and see  Changed me how and glowed me with glee 

You dream of it and I have it  There was once a Prince . When the prince was born his father the king invited all the fairies but he forgot to invite one fairy. Now this fairy gate-crashed the party and she didn't curse the Prince. Instead she blessed the Prince. She blessed him that he would be extremely good at whatever he does. The Prince grew up to be very talented and good at everything he did. He was so good at everything that he got bored with it and went on changing his interest. At the end he was left being the Jack of all trades and the masters of none. The blessing turned into a curse.  This is our generation. Our generation is so good at all the things that it's difficult to wait and hang around in one field.   

Sitting on a chair, where am I? 'Wait, I think I know ' with the aches I wry. It's a place in between  Where my mind seems to be mean, My heart too selfless  And together they proffer me ample stress

They bang their head on you  To get themselves a version new  They think now they'd be love  But the world's like dove  It flies and change it's place  Like in cards, after heart it's ace They must go back to the same  As new takes a lot to get this fame