Change

Change is the rule of life, its an evolutionary fuel; society, people, thoughts, beliefs change with time;
all are transient. But, always remember, change only for good.

Being you

If you ever wanna be someone, then be the u in you.
- vartika puri

All that i want to say: UNBORN

All that i want to say: UNBORN: smiling among us she would have been only if she would have seen the beautiul world which is still considered as a male whorl doctor...

All that i want to say: Connoisseur will adore

All that i want to say: Connoisseur will adore: Astounding life it was i wonder what was my lapse’s cause its my tale of coming to grief from the glory of disbelief asking you a qu...

why is world not a good place?

The problem with the world is not that evil people do evil, but is that good people fear to do the good. If heinous man does the job so dexterously then why can't aristocrats?

LIFE- a tale told by an idiot

"Life is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing," the famous lines from Macbeth by Shakespeare are key when it comes to understanding of life. All the intellectuals preach in accordance with the kind of wisdoms that they are blessed with. For some life is nothing but an ephemeral, enactment on the edifice called stage. Whereas, for some it is an equivalent to river, whose essential nature is to flow. Some ascribed to the notion that it is an illusion, a trap laid down by Almighty to hoodwink the masses. The quandaries persist with all variants when another fact or value - judgement about human life and its precariousness comes to mind by Shakespeare, who in King Lear  declared : "As flies to wanton boys, are we to God; they kill us for their sport".

As if the life has no meaning; "It's a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more." The sound which was once pounding, loses its intensity after the snuffing of the brief, flickering candle - called life. And then it seems to be a story, not so interesting, not so accrediting, as if a tale told by an idiot, who is paid no heed. 

UNPRECEDENTED TRANSPIRING

It was wintery morning. Sharp at 5am, i don't know what made me stir so badly that i came out of my abode and beheld the most irksome episode in general drama of narrative called life. There was nothing except fog all around. It was so dense that it harbored the fading moon and stars so adroitly like a consummate magician. It seemed to me as if it was preconceived script unweld by the almighty in his jest. Out of the blues, i heard a shriek which made one freeze in zero weather. I was never expecting anything like that because not a living soul was around. Abruptly i turned to observe about that unprecedented transpiring and was astonishingly taken aback. I couldn't believe what i saw- a flickering light originating from the abandoned notorious mansion, known for being the abode of evil spirits. I never trusted on such myths. That's something not to be summoned upon by a phd in physics. But, i was meek at that moment. Weakened by the chills. No theory for existence of that light in that relinquished house could be hypothesized by me. I started walking towards the dwelling, as if the voice was calling me, the unpleasant breeze attracting me. Unable to control my footsteps, i was standing in front of the main gate of that capacious palace. Th screams were gone, but the terrible feeling of existence of a ghost persisted. The horrified emotion held me. It was better to leave the place before it was too late. As i started to move ahead with my plan, someone held my arm, i turned, but to my surprise there was no one, not even a proof of existence of any life. It deemed that all the earlier proceedings were a lie.

Escaping the venue, i rushed to my home. Panting not less than a dog, astonished like never before. After an hour of struggle to come back to my senses , i noted peculiar finger prints on my arm. I was petrified, shaken from the first hair strand on my head till the tip of my toe nail. Science didn't support this. But i had no proof against it. This feeling made me want to tear my meritorious certificates, "Why can't i find the reason, What's the use then, if the mystery remains the mystery?"
I continued to stay in the dilemma of science and spirits, continued to live in fear and iniquity for weeks.
The memories faded with years, but till date the old terror holds me whenever i am alone, out in the cold-dark moon.

The last diary

"Hey Raj, look! what i found, appa's diary"; "Why you so curious to read it, it's not a good etiquette."
"I just wish to know what happened on 19th July 2001 - the day everything changed for all of us.";
"Surely, you can read then. I am not going to stop you, as i know, it is then going to be a failed try."
"I found the page, here it is. Nurse told me that appa wrote the diary that day as well, the last page of his life."
"I only know that that day he was going to visit daadi maa, who lived in Ludhiana, by bus. Raj. He was much thrilled to travel by the bus for the first time. I don't know what happened wrong."

"You want to listen? I am going to read."

" As the bus started to move, it gave me immense relief, though it stopped on the terminal for a couple of minutes, yet it was densely populated. The incommodious was increased by the conductor who was sporadically moving here and there for the tickets.  To add insult to the injury, it was the bus of Roadways. It was already an obnoxious day and my spirits were in full mood to yield before the providence. When the bus was back on highway, everyone became agile, if not physically then mentally. Within a few hours, as we hoped that we all will see, the most precious sight of our destination."

"Raj! What is this? I can't find a clue about the incident. His last words appear to be written by a trembling hand. Where are the other pages? What happened? How did it happened.  Absolute emptiness. No detail at all." said Alisha wistfully. 
"Sweety! Newspaper said the bus driver couldn't handle the steering when truck came from wrong side and then the bus crashed and most died and the mere survivors like your dad died at the hospital."

"You need to cope up Alisha. He is gone. Stop thinking now. It's been years."
"Trying Raj. Trying."

first hander

Neither wish to be a follower nor a leader. Wish to be an individual; being the first hander 

She is the man

"Do you have any idea about who is going to be the next CEO of the company?"; "Only information i have about the person is that he was earlier positioned as the CEO of a telecom association" replied Raj curtly to the query of Mohan. Raj and Mohan have been working for this MNC, "Pastime", manufacturing sports wear, for about 15 years. Raj's crooked nose; rough- patchy skin; dark-narrowed eyes, scanning everyone's work were just appropriate for his job of being an executive manager. He was tagged "loutish" by every one except the female colleagues and his acquaintance Mohan, who was the general manager. The impassive man used to be passive around the working ladies, he believed that they were the key to set equality. Mohan admired Raj for his this attitude.

"Today is a big day, i am retiring as the CEO, it's an emotional day, but am elated to announce that the company is going to have a new, meticulous, highly-skilled leader to handle my position, the candidate is awarded with Padma Shri; has done MBA from Harvard University; at the age of 28, was the youngest billionaire; was  also mentioned amongst the top 10 businessmen of the world by Forbes magazine in 2013 edition..."

"Is this man real or a fictional character, so many achievements at such an early age","He must be the gene found once in an epoch", "Looking forward to work under his histrionic intelligence."  While,

Mr. Duggal was giving the introductory speech for the future head, every one was amused by the qualities of the successor.

"I know you all are looking forward to work with Ms Seema Shergil , who is also known as 'The man in the men's world', she is an inspiration not only for the females , but also for the males living in the society, 'She is the Man', her work is..."

"She is the man", the words were a thunderclap to the ears of coterie. They could not hear anything beyond it, all the words by Duggal sir were fading into oblivion.
The people were same, but the words and ideology was different now.
"How can a woman make decisions regarding sports wear? What does she know about it?"; "How can a woman be the man in the men's world?"; "Now a double X chromosome is going to rule us? Don't you know the second X chromosome is the ruler of insanity?"
"What are you saying pals, what about being a Padma Shri, youngest billionaire title, her excellence in work, did you forget all that?", enunciated an assertive voice.
Everyone looked at the direction of the tone, and there was standing Raj, just in front of Mohan, who was uttering these words.
Mohan was a silent man, who never whispered a word from his thick yet soft lips. His red-flushed cheeks, deep dark brown eyes, his placid smile , lean- tall body, made him look like a sensitive person, but he never used to speak anything except work. He was considered to be the assistant of Raj, always giving nod to his words, although both were positioned professionally at equal levels.
He taking a stand today was a revelation.
"Can't we just respect her for her work? I feel privileged to work under her. I am sure there is lot to learn."
"C'mon are you out of your senses? Let's face it, their species can not handle pressure with ease." said an unexpected tone, that of Raj.

The day was the day of revelations, unexpected things happening after each page was turned over. The leaves of the book were bringing out unanticipated discoveries.

"Raj, after hearing what you said, i guess, i reckon you wrongly.";
"I am just saying the truth";
"This is the truth? Then what about you admiring working women?";
"I do admire them, but not as my boss";
"That's hypocrisy";
"No, this is life";
" I can understand it lucidly; equality, empowerment, all these were and are just words for you, words mentioned in the dictionary, words which seem good to speak about in public."
"Yes! This is it, you got me right" said Raj aggressively.

All this while, Mr. Duggal, unaware of the talks happening down the stage, was now going to introduce Ms Shergil to the mob.
"The wait is over, you all must be excited to meet her, the exceptional expert, the leader, the connoisseur, the man, your new CEO, welcome with applause, Ms Seema Shergil. "
The Kalpana auditorium was echoing with conditioned applaud.
From the penumbra of the curtains enclosing the entrance to the stage, stepped forward a unique soul. She was not pretty as princess, but was beautiful, her confident face depicted her assured, assertive nature. There was something about her that swayed her critics. It was not the way she looked, but the glow reflecting on her face, charm of knowing what she is doing and is going to do.

The light on her face reminded the saying by Buddha,"To succeed, you have to make the light of yourself, and one day you will glow."

"Now, i know the feeling of meeting a prodigy." said someone from the crowd.
"Let's see what she wish to say" spoke Raj

"Good evening to all. No need to give bouquet, garlands or bow in honor. I am here as your acquaintance and not as your boss. We are a team. I thank you for accepting me as part of this group. You and i together can make 'Pastime' to reach the heights of success as dreamt by Duggal sir."

"Her words are spell-bounding"; "She nailed it"; "Surely, she is the man", perspective was changed again.

"I told you Raj, working under her is going to be great";
"It's too early to comment, Mohan","No one is perfect", articulated Raj
To this, Raj's secretary, Mohina replied,"Sir, but her saree is crisply ironed, each pleat is finely made, hair nicely groomed, posture is firmly erect yet her body is flexible, she is perfect."
In support, Mohan said,"It is believed, the way a person dress, is the way a person thinks. You also believe in this, don't you? You told me about this belief a year aback, just repeating your words."
"Ah! Don't smirk" urged Raj

Meanwhile, Ms Shergil was done with her speech and had shown her desire to have an interrogatory session.
"... feel free to ask me anything, we need to work together, border of hesitation must be broken."

Mohina, who was already leading the fan club of the new CEO, catechized,"Ma'am, how do you manage to work effectively yet effortlessly?"

"That's flattering! In reply to your question, i would like to share my key to success i.e. loving what you do, or do what you love. I followed my dream work and money, fame, success followed me. This love, passion for my job makes me work effectively, though efforts are put in, but i guess the lure to learn more in my field makes it seem effortless."
Applauses were real now, as real as the applauses bestowed at the time of victory of Indian cricket team in the world cup.

Raj's mind was now sure about the efficiency of the lady, but his heart was not ready to give up.

He gave a situation to her," Ma'am, you have an unprecedented mind, am sure you would be able to give solution to this situation; If our rival companies sell their products at half rate, than ours and we can not lower our prices to such an extent as it would cause us heavy loss, what will you do to make sure that we do not lose our position in the market without suffering any loss at the profit-rate."

He smirked.

"There isn't any solution in which market value and our profit value sustains. Raj is doing this on purpose." argued a colleague.
"I know, she has the answer, i am sure about it." said Mohan.

Eyes and ears all were at red-alert, eyes staring her mouth, as if when will they be open to give a reply, ears eager to listen to her solution.

She smiled, "This is easy, all i need is the best advertisement campaign. Marketing sells. In addition, our manufacturing cost is higher than other organizations, this implies that we don't compromise in quality. All we need to do is make people realize this. Our institution has a brand value, many other co-operations wish to share an assignment with us, we will talk to such organizations and make a deal of promoting their name with our own, for this they would invest and we could offer deals to the consumers, deals like 'buy a Pastime sweat shirt and get Yacoo's lawn tennis racket free'. Such offers are always attractive. People would buy our product for the first time because of gluttony of the deal, and later they would be lured to buy only our products in order to have the best quality. This way neither the market value would be lost, nor there would be any compromise with profit-rate."

Raj was stunned. His heart also surrendered to the beauty of brain.

1200 people at the venue and no sound was heard. Everyone was dazed by her wit. The moment was serene, as if, it started snowing and snow absorbed the sound waves.

In this deadly silence filled with expressions, Mohan broke the quietness and clapped with pride.
And soon the hall was radiating cheers and laurels, not only honoring  the adept lady but also announcing the bright future of the company.


by vartika puri

key to success

when you would stop fearing the failure, success would start loving you. 

Free !

I never wish to be as free as bird, birds are caged by sadists. I wish to be the sky in which the birds fly, vast, open and unpredictable of its nature..... free of any cruelty, living its own dreams. 

"Who are you?"

The most difficult question ever, to answer is "Who are you?", and the day one will find the answer to this question will be the day, the purpose of life would be known.

by vartika puri

I wish i were king

I wish  i were king. Sitting in cushioned arm chair i would have been, if i was a king. Loaded with comfort, servant to serve, respect in eyes of people for me, out of fear or love, anyways, but i would have been the boss. Tossing enemies head, making them bow in my pride and honor, eating a feast everyday. Ah! What a life it would have been if i was a king. After all, responsibilities could be met by the ministers in my courtier , i would just have been giving the judgement like any other king, judgement which would always be in my favor. This might seem wrong to you, but this is what a king do and me wishing to be that supreme power compared to the god is nothing unique and so i wish again, which you may call a whim, but however it may seem, i desire to be a king.

Great love story?

Romeo-Juliet, Laila-majnu, Heer-Ranjha all are the great love stories, but what is common among all of these, of course other than the fact that all had a fatal end (or it was just the sacrifice for love?). But the other common thing is that they belonged to the  opposite camps. The ancient enmity between the love bird's parents and apart from all this, the romance budding between   "kul ka deepak" and "papa ki pari" is like silver lining in the grey clouds. Why are great love stories only the ones  which are wrapped in trouble? But who would remember them then, it would be so normal and hence monotonous. Raj-Simran too had an epic love saga but with the difference of happy ending, as believed in Bollywood, "agar kahani mein happy ending na hui ho, toh picture abhi baki hai mere doston".
The stressful start of Simran and Raj which later blossomed into beautiful relation of love, but fir aaya family ka turn, papa ko bhi toh manana hai after -all , on-going wedding ceremonies of the girl, hero portrayed as the bridesmaid rather than being the bridegroom , bewildered situation and in the end the table turns and the famous dialogue- "jaa simran jaa, jee le apni zindagi"
But does this mean that if family approves of the boy then kuch toh daal mein kaala hai... aise kaise maan gye? ladka change! after-all everyone want his/her love story to be remembered till eternity.
Relax! love story is made epic by the people involved, the trust, understanding and the concern makes the relation pure, respecting each others point of view is significant and not mere three words make it more lovable but meaning the words said, carves a stronger amatory relationship.

Every love story is great, as the two makes it so.

love quote

The best love is self-love ;)

nature of nature is to nurture everyone

From eternity it is deemed that nature is mother of all living beings living on this lucky planet, and she being the mother in true sense nourishes us so that we can evolve and spank us whenever we commit a crime i.e. the nature of nature is to nurture everyone.

Equality is behold by the environment. Wether it be trees providing a habitat to aves, apes or miilion of insects or it be, she gifting us with umbrage and vittles, no discrimination is sighted. Water, land, soil, air, plants, all are available to all, without any bias.

Nature instills the generous nature in us. The beautiful scenic serene beauty calms the ugly evil residing beneath the flesh. As it is believed, hate can only be cured by love.

Some say that the devastating face of nature as seen in Uttarakhand is sadist. But is it so? Does mother not scold us for our wrong-doings. She does not fulfill our gluttony. Then why call this nature of nature as menace. Why to forget the sacrificing temperament of branch to bestow us with heat by burning itself or even offering the whole life for providing paper or home.

The five elements of life are indispensable for every life and hence conveying the nourishing nature of the nature.

my another blog :)

It is the blog for art lovers
i post some paintings painted by me on this blog
http://magical-we.blogspot.in/

What is meant by being "happening" ?

What is meant by being "happening"?
some say its you socializing
others say its the comely you
or is it simply the two?

Different mouth speak different tune
and their tune is always a boon
I say, it is the inner you
you say, it is the synonym of being "cool"

bewildered! I am still
as its meaning is causing a brain-drill
Thinking all the way, i was
till i got to go for my floss

True it is deemed
great ideas strike under the water stream
you become "happening" by what you perceive
as everyone have the precious unique belief


by vartika puri

what she wanted

He said that he has all the luxuries and fame to give her. Promise to keep her happy and care for her till eternity was made. But, she wanted someone who could tell her that she could achieve something big on her own.

- by vartika puri

Mysterious new girl

A new student was to arrive today in the gilt-edged finishing school, which was famous for two reasons, first, for the amiable and efficacious education and second, for the affluent clique of students in it. Every one was curious to know; who, how and where about the newbie, especially the boys, as it was known that the new novice was an American girl named Helen Stewart, who had come from Cleveland to San Francisco as her mother was promoted and transferred. Girls were also having their share of gossips. The "butter-flies" were imagining her appearance, geeks were hoping her to be a bookworm , musicians and dancing divas were discussing how her skills would be and so on and so forth. While most were busy wandering their own wish, Mrs Franklin- the class teacher, entered the room along with a beauteous black haired girl. Her dark brown big eyes, dusky complexion, streaked blue curls, everything was pulchritudinous  and yet mysterious, "she doesn't look American",whispered one. In her melancholic yet musical voice she introduced herself. Those brown eyes were seemingly concealing lot of stories. What were those stories was the query among all and still is, as the girl left the school the very next day. Many say, the girl was transferred to a different institution, near her mother's office, others say may be her family met with an accident and none of their relatives were still alive.
Helen is still the most favorite topic  to discuss around the water cooler, as many mouths, so many stories, but the truth was and is only known to her.

- by vartika puri

The biggest surprise

The biggest surprise is when you are able to surprise yourself

- vartika puri 

Quote of the day

Some want a joyous journey and some want a great destination.
What if your journey is your destination?

- vartika puri

Connoisseur will adore

Astounding life it was
i wonder what was my lapse’s cause
its my tale of coming to grief
from the glory of disbelief

asking you a question. Can i ?
Why life turned so low from high.
They replied, god chose this for you
so you start anew

But why me? i catechized
Was my dream a mere lie?
All the long haul
went through the fall

Fortune favors the bold.
Don’t loose the hold
He would aid
if you don’t close the gate

That’s all we could say
You have to choose your own way
water could be brought to you,
drinking it for you , we can’t do



I got the message loud and clear
there’s no miff in the air
Head held high
i will reach the sky
And then the connoisseur
will adore
And then the connoisseur
will adore

– VARTIKA PURI

My identity

Why this always happens with me?
Am I the only one who feels this monotony?
The whole world appears to be against me
And no one wants to listen to my tweets!

Solemn soul is now me
The world has destroyed my true identity
The puzzled life is so untangling
that no one seems to understand me

I don’t want to change
but guess, now i have to be !
as unique personalities are not let in
by these xerox copies

sigh is that no one listens
to the heart beats
everyone is just engrossed
to be part of the carbon copies

but why should i be the same?
why should i follow the unchanged train?
i would listen to my own dreams
i would adorn the world in a new beauty

The whole world would applaud me
when i would prove that i was not wrong,
not wrong about my decision,
My decision of listening to my own dreams
And then everyone would bow down
in front of my, my own identity

- VARTIKA PURI

UNBORN

smiling among us she would have been
only if she would have seen
the beautiul world
which is still considered as a male whorl

doctor, engineer, IAS
she would have been
only if she was let to receive
the light of well-being

she would have brought laurels
because of her morals
only if she would have been alowed to breath, in the air
of the truly democratic atmosphere

but what’s the profit of discussing over it now
as she is no more here. OW !!
words will not bring her back
nor this will hide the emotions they stabbed

only consolence may not affect
actions may make an effect
letting others like her born
is the deep voice of the unborn

-VARTIKA PURI

Proud to be an Indian

I am proud to be an Indian. Whenever someone asks me, “Who are you?”. I proudly say that i am an Indian. But no one ever is satisfied with this reply. I wonder why? They then, frame it in another words, “What’s your caste?”. I say, humanity. The people are staggered by such answers. I further ponder, “WHY?”. I might neither belong to a Hindu confraternity nor to an upper caste clique, but i live in India and have an affection for my country. Is this not enough? Can’t i address myself as its populace veraciously. Not littering the roads, using resources judiciously, aiding the penurious hombre is my way of contributing towards the nation. When the flag is hosted at the Red fort and the anthem plays at the background, i proudly stand erect, singing the song aloud for the honor of the land and hence conveying in my own way that being an Indian is what i am proud of.

- vartika puri

Your wish is my will !

Your will is my wish! This is the characteristic which is asked to be in every girl. She is supposed to surrender her whims for the virile’s requirement from the inception of her life.Only the roles enacted vary in the different phases. Whether she be the caring sister, over-giving wife, subtle daughter-in-law or a concerned mother, she is the one who has to alter her schedule and suppress her exigency for other’s serenity. But is this right? Does she always need to bow down ? She has an overpowering personality, requirement is that she needs to realize this. Sania Mirza, Kalpana Chawla, Sonia Gandhi, Priyanka Chopra, Mary Kom et cetera are the ones who discern their knack and we all know the concomitant. In the end, i would wish to say that “your will is my wish”, should not be tagged as the rule of a female’s life.

- vartika puri

TRUTH OF TODAY'S LIFE

False myth wrapping the latent sorrow
covering the real faces, with the mask
deceiving the souls is their task
to make them believe in the happier tomorrow

But the truth is far behind
opposite from the belief
that coated our thinking beef
which is not so divine

Society: full of devils
monsters are roaming in the human’s layer
being the reason of girl’s fear
pushing them into the perils

Dreams of independence needs gearing
as equality is still in paper
democracy still needs a shaper
filthy minds needs flushing

Girls will be safe,
enjoying life with true n ever-lasting smile
flesh eating psyche not undergoing trials
when there would be a mentality change

- VARTIKA PURI

PLAN

Planning the whole day before it starts,
thinking that this will help to do the work fast

schedule well prepared
n checked thrice to be clear

but nothing can really fasten our daily cart
as nothing is according to the schedule we art

ups n downs are part of the air
and health is never arranged according to d bearer

same happened with me during this hour
my health was against the plan that i had carved
everything was perfect
until my eyes were opened to welcome the nearest star

but this is the part of life he start
the life which is living on the lucky planet he carved

-VARTIKA PURI

thought of the day

True kindness is depicted when someone behaves sweetly not with only their friends but also with the their acquaintances n the people doing the odd jobs.

          - vartika 

world is beautiful

everything has beauty but not everyone sees it

- vartika

life quote

life may be confusing at times
but it is always perfect when seen through optimistic eyes

 - vartika

happiness quote

Happiness can’t be bought. It would be way too expensive. You have to make your own
- vartika