Month: April 2015


We always yearn for looking beautiful. Don’t we? We put over lots of makeup, we wear that favourite branded dress, those danglers, the stelatoes, the mascara, the eye shadow…..and what not Why? Just to have a deep glimpse of our beauty in the mirror? Yes, right. But, what’s the real need of that? So that wherever we go, people would look at us with awe and say” oh, she looks beautiful.” Or “ He is looking handsome/ smart.” And, say, there’s one who enters in with messy hair, minimal style just for the sake of dressing up and not to catch the ’ OMG, she looks so beautiful’ looks from the people. Of course, very few bother to look at her and there’re few who are going  by themselves to talk to her. But, whosoever talks of her says that” She’s a dame, a well- mannered lady.”And then more people go to talk with her because what they’re mainly attracted to her is her nature that is beautiful and not her looks and though the question of looks dosen’t even arise when she is the topic of talks because she dosen’t need looks to beautify herself. She dosen’t need a mask that is beguiling to woo people around her.

What goes on in defining the deep meaning of a mirror is your reflection, not in the sense only the outer, external one but the insidious , latent one too that we can see or feel in the kind of similarities with the people we’re attached to or associated to. Has one ever gone into wondering that why we are with people whom we’re with? What is the reason behind that? It’s because the people we’re with are like us in some or the other manner and therefore, we actually come in terms of knowing our own self when we meet such people. We know that we’ve this or that quality or weakness only because we’re associated with similar people. Whether we realise this or not but we’re always attached with our mirrors or not merely mirrors but it’s reflections. This notion and perspective of a mirror may seem to be futile but this is the only true picture, sketch, portrait, or whatever synonymous word one may use for it of a mirror!

I’ll conclude by saying that mirrors are for the ones who are materialistic but their reflections are the actual facade of our beauty. So, next time you see yourself in a mirror, don’t let the truth hide and see it inside and ask yourself’ Do  I really need a mirror to see myself?”



Facade is a new word I learnt. ’Facade’ actually means ‘the face or front’. I encounter hundreds of facades of things and people everyday but then, what I tend to see, I realize, is just my perception of it and everyone sees the facade of that particular thing or face differently. What I feel is real may not be real for the other and what I feel is fake, may not be fake for other.

When I feel she’s sweet and innocent, the other person will say, ”No, she isn’t. Though, she looks sweet and innocent but she’s a clever wench and she just pretends to be sweet rather than being actually sweet.”And, then, I feel, ‘was she not genuine?’, ‘was she not true when I last talked to her?’ or, it could be that the person I am asking from may be lying. It’s like, I see a waterfall, beautiful as it seems to be, but then I realize, we don’t have a spring here, so, a waterfall is not possible and there I see, it was coming out of an artificial force.

‘Deception’ is another word I learnt and some, wise man told me that ’deception is an art’.”What art it is that dost no deception to the spectator.”And, I asked, ”What’s the point of deceiving when the reality in itself is real and beautiful?” And, he answered,” it’s we who make the reality beautiful by our performance to the fellow spectators out there.”

It’s same as the notion of’ no one and ‘everyone’,

No one is an artist, but everyone does art.

No one is a performer, but everyone performs…

No one is bad, but everyone does sin..

With this, I was realized of the drawings I hid from my parents because they were not perfect and I thought that anyone will fall to a laughing fit who looks at them because, they were, somehow, in tit bits indicating nothing at all ‘cos’ they, according to me were absurd.

I realized why I lied to my parents about the chocolate they had kept for gifting to my brother on his birthday next day.

I realized why I hide my emotions in front of some people while I let my tears go wild in front of some, and then I don’t mind that and I realized why I smile in front of some people just for the sake of smiling, not even, when I actually want to smile. I realized why I was last laughing in a group just as a defence mechanism to hide my loneliness and not because I actually wanted to laugh!!

Maybe, to them, I was real, happy, genuine, true, peaceful, contemptuous but was it the actual true side or was it ocularly true?

I realised I was a born artist, like everyone else, yet I was different in other ways, other things and in my ways of showing it, showing my art,

I realized that reality and fakeness are, in a way, camouflaged. It’s like every individual has a depth of layers that are latent or it just seems to be and it’s we who decipher it. It’s like we wear veils over our heads to hide that beating heart in front of our crush, or to hide a fit of a wild cry that was about to be puked. It’s like we don’t know whether our shadows follow us or is it the other way round? We very well know how to stop the flashlight coming inside by drawing curtains. It’s like there’s a lunacy which is balanced inside us that is keeping us intact and composed.Also, no one taught us to cement the walls, rather, we even painted them with the colors of our choice to make them look pretty and attractive.

So, next time, don’t believe the mirror.

Ask for yourself,

Is it,

Real or fake??


There’s a black candle,

With a white thread,

At it’s head,

That’s burning

With light

Shoning white.

I sit observing at it

And zoom my view at the portion lit.

I see people ,

All happy and gay,

In a perfect harmony

Their clothes are smiles,

And their bodies true,

There’s a pink hue

Where, the sun’s reflection,

Is eternal,

Strong and unbreakable,

are its rays

and under it,

its siblings it lays

that are weaved

in a sinewy relation

infragile and loving!!

At the end of this light,

I see the black plight

Where there’s no beauty,

Where deception is a duty,

Where honesty dosen’t exist,

And infighting persists,

Where the dark,

Is darker than the night.

Where crime is a virtue,

And weapons are like flowers.

Where the key to salvation,

Lies in the sin,

And lies are their grins!!

Heaven and Hell!!