Kalamwali Salutes
KALAMWALI SALUTES is a series of stories written in honour of People and Organisations who are frontline warriors helping fight the global pandemic of COVID 19 through the Lockdown.
Asmita Javdekar
Engineer turned Entrepreneur turned into a full time Homebody. Writing is my way of partying with all the crazy emotions in the world.
My parties have no themes or dress codes and you are always welcome to join in:)
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Deepak Bhansali
Words work like meditation for me. I paint feelings through words. My mission is to explore different perceptions of love, life and dreams through expressing day-to-day stories of simple people in a profound way and thereby inspire millions of people.
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Diyaa
A mother of two boys and an artist at heart is what I like to be known as. When they are at their best I squeeze out time to paint and write. The only things that bring out the passion in me and keep me sane besides other little chores. I love writing for kids.
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“Today I am going to offend someone, today I am going to write!” - Kalamwali
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अंधेरा भी मे, उजाला भी मे,
मे हु तो सब है, मे नहीं तो कुछ भी नहींI
देखो तो नज़रियाँ हु, दिखाओ तो नज़ाकत हु,
ख़ामोशी की ज़ुबान हु, झुक गयी तो अपमान हुI
ख़ुशी भी मे, गम भी मे, दोनों मौको मे नम भी मे,
दूर भी मे, पास भी मे, आस भी मे, एहसास भी मेI
न हो पायी मुलाक़ात हु, अनकहे अनसुने जज़बात हु,
बंद हु तो सपने हु, खुल गयी तो सच्चाई हुI
हालातो से सिख गयी तो इंसान हु,
हालातो को बिक गयी तो हैवान हु,
मे तुम्हारी आँखे हु,
चाहो तो आज़ादी, चाहो तो सलांखे हुI
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Let the hardships attack, together we will get through!
After countless sleepless nights & resilient feud,It was her time to shine and make her parents proud,But for so called society she was now a ready commodity,Marrying & raising kids must be her sole responsibility!
But she resolved not to fall into this foolish bait,She’d rather be independent & self-reliant,She travelled to Pune, to meet the guy and reject,By finding out some or the other defect!
“Do you really want to have the dull & tasteless Coffee?”She questioned as they entered in a CCD.“You spoke my mind, I’d rather prefer a Wadapav”The Punekar answered without any ambiguity.
Then with a roadside wadapav & chilled buttermilk,They raised a toast to their first ever meet!
They shared likes, dislikes, habits, even addictions,From Pune-Mumbai comparison to their past relations!They spoke like they knew each other since long,For the first time Mumbai and Pune got along!
His thoughts
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Life is not a seashore, it’s a roller coaster ride!
With hopes in her heart & dreams in her eyes,Dodging the society’s unasked advice,She stepped in Mumbai – not a city but an emotion,As hectic as local trains, as deep as an ocean!
Near the seashore, at the marine drive,She finally felt that she was alive,She used to sit there for hours,Sometimes with the cold breeze,At times with the gentle showers!
She met many people, made new friends,Got used to the city’s speed, hugged new trends,Fell in love with her classmate,Surrendered her soul to her soul mate!
She believed, she combated the high tide,Time had come to live with joy & pride,But life is not a seashore, it’s a roller coaster ride,It always have steep slopes with every sharp rise!
What she considered as love was his obsession,He started treating her like a greedy possession,She dismantled her feelings, defused all connected cords,Got cut in half by the depression’s sharp sword!
Before she could get over,
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‘Struggles become her path-finders.’
As she opened her eyes, the first thing she did was crySince her parents desired a successor, a wish, she had failed to satisfy…
In the pursuit of a son, they were blessed by fate,With two more daughters, Luck and Grace.
Crushed under social pressure, which says only sons are solace,Little did the society know, that daughters could also bring grace…
Lack of a business sense, and a dearth of commercial knowledge,The father’s attempted ventures ended up in huge loses.
His debts made them travel from one city to another,The daughters changed schools, the only friends they had was each other
Her father vented out all the frustration on the mother,Unable to contain her angst, she’d retaliate in equal anger
She never saw her parents being affectionate,She only witnessed quarrels, Fights, and abuse that was wicked
Amidst all the chaos, and the constantly changing neighborhoodsBefore she could realise, she had lost her childhoo
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In every walk of life, we have umpteen times faced patriarchy and misogyny. It began so early that even the games we played were 'ghar ghar' or 'kitchen kitchen' while the boys played with cars, balls etc. Our minds were too tender to realize the bias. We were raised in a way to perceive misogyny and sexism as normal. It was etched in our minds that we are subordinate to males and our roles are confined within the four walls.
Indian women are wired since childhood that they are 'Paraya dhan' (Somebody else's Wealth) and that eventually have to go to someone else's house and be the heir to their MIL's responsibilities and duties. Every woman has countless times heard 'sasural jaake kya karegi ?' (What will you do at your in-law's house?) referring to her inabilities in the kitchen or other household chores. Men, on the other hand are pampered and praised even if they footle all day.
It is indoctrinated to us that there are only two goals of muliebrity : 1. Marriage and 2. Motherhood. Sadly even today, everyt
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By Hridaan Firodia
On a warm summer night, Prime minister Narendra Modi announced a 21-day Lockdown. That’s when I knew this virus was serious. I thought we’d be bored, but you don't know all the fun we’ve had. This story is about what I did at home…
We still had to learn at home. And our teachers prepared us for it. They said if we couldn’t reach school, we’ll have to learn on our devices. It’s fun, and I finish really fast but we sometimes get a bit tired. Our teacher is Mom. She is great, but sometimes she can’t take my work and Arjun’s work at the same time. Arjun is my little brother who is full of Mischief! He’s at it in the morning, noon and night.
My Mom does this workout at about 6:00 PM and Arjun and I play outside. We sometimes play with the water hose and use it to put water down the slide so we can go down faster. If we get wet, then Arjun and I have a nice hot water bath.
We could’v
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By Aliya Pareek
I have a very unique quarantine story as its about someone who l have grown with playing at odd hours, walking back from school, eating fun stuff, crying for little fights, getting scolded for a messy cupboard and cleaning up the mess. You must be thinking is she my friend or my mother or my sister but guess what she is my helping hand, my Vandana didi.
I have built so many beautiful and amazing memories with her in this lockdown and the time she has spent with me. In such difficult times she is living with us to take care of our home which is away from her home. I love spending my time with her. I know that she works very hard. So I help her sometimes with mopping, dusting and washing clothes and in return she teaches me how to cook delicious food. So long I have learnt to cook tasty pancakes, omelette and next I am going to make a coffee.
One day Vandana didi was trying to write her name on a debit card and I observed that she wasn’t able to write her
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By Ananya Rahul
It was Day 13 of Quarantine... I was missing the fun times and ran to my mother asking her for ideas to help me. She suggested that I could read books to pass my time. So, I went to my room and searched deep inside my dad’s cupboard which was filled with his old books. I found this really old crumbled book hidden between the others. “The Wonders of Magic”, it was called.
I was excited and started reading the book. I loved the magic tricks in it. One of the Chapters read – “Time Travel”. There was a rhyme given which if recited would help me travel across time.
By now, I was super excited. I screamed out aloud and called my mom, dad and sister. When they came running in, I told them about the book and said that I’ve learnt a new magic. It would help to travel across time. My family felt I was crazy to believe it. Out of anger, I recited the poem right then – Change the time After I recite this rhyme Far I want to go To a pl
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And today that rose in my drawer had the most beautiful shade of red , the darkest shade it ever had.... "I think it's dying"Cuz Dying roses, blush the hardest ....
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I have a page on Instagram and a channel on YouTube. I write on Quora too and have 34k views on my content.
Of course my YouTube channel is 15 days old, but my Instagram page is a one year old now so is my Quora account.
Content creation is a very demanding as well as a satisfying job at the same time. Working for something as an interest when you don't get anything for it is difficult, but you don't have any deadlines to meet, you feel good when people read stuff you write about.
I'll just describe the process :
Selection of a topic. A topic that is based on your theme is to be selected.
Research:Then I search authentic medicine references for providing purely scientific content.
Time: yes. Time is a major factor when you are in the middle of a lockdown and have millions of household chores to carry out. Of course I'm quite lazy and dislike doing chores but you have your mother after you. And laziness surrounds you at times. Aah lazy times are the ones where you don'
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They say beauty is a superficial aspect. Abs and zero figures don’t matter anymore. The perception of love has changed.
But has it?
What if the love of your life – say the most beautiful person in town – meets with an unfortunate accident and ends up impaired & crippled?
Would you still love them the same?
Let me take you through a true story. A story that redefined the meaning of love, commitment, and the relationship of a husband and a wife, teaching me a new, pure and loyal perception of love!
Supriya was the prettiest girl in the entire college. A glamorous fashionista, her stunning beauty never left a head unturned. Suraj was the handsome heart throb of the college. Girls would die to date him. Implicitly both of them fell in love with each other, shattering the hearts of many. With an unchallengeable chemistry, they were perfect together!
They dated for few years and once they set a strong foothold of their individual careers, they got married. Suraj was an entrepreneur and S
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Marine Drive- The Queens Necklace...that's where his and my love deepened.There is something else about this place. Something that is hard to pin, and even harder to capture in words.Mumbai was our little escape since more than a decade; and especially nights at marine drive had our heart.Hours just sitting there, listening to the ocean over mindless chatter and cool winds brushing over us. We fell in love again.It's not where you are, its who you are with that makes a place memorable.No matter how many times I visit it. It doesnt cease to amaze me.Even the queens neck would be empty if not for marine drive...We shared this space, this love with our daughter Adaah; and made it even more special by sharing our deep love for yoga amidst scores of onlookers! The sunset bestowing us with hope and faith of a better future....we felt embraced in its arms.Its amusing how she thinks I'm completely nuts to get down to yoga anywhere and everywhere, especially with so many onlookers and then joins my bandwagon with