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Through my spectacles,

I try to see the world

bereft of greedy pleasures.

Through these glasses

I try to avoid the pain and suffering

dwelling the planet and it’s people.

Through these spectacles

I try to find

happiness and the gleam

sparkling in eyes.

Through these spectacles

I try to find

a better Earth.

Linked to http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.in/



Transcending itself
to the center
for seizing universe.
Mistaken creatures
living by themselves
waiting to be discovered.
Why you must find us?
Our secrets
are meant to be.
Galactic hunters
salvaging planets
turn by turn.

Inspired by the theme at

When love was the only option.

Cold winds, darker and longer nights were the scenes that were setting up in Ahmedabad, much like Zeeshan’s life. Zeeshan was a 26 year old Project Manager in one of the software companies. Being a software techie for a very long time he was quite a senoir in the office with a handsome salary, a beautiful home, loving parents, and a decent group of friends.Life was going on a smooth phase for him. BUT he was slowly reaching the so-called MARRIAGEABLE AGE of his life, and his parents were creating profiles all over the matrimonial sites, arranging meetings with girls and so on
. Zeeshan tried to stay as far away from all this as possible. He did not go out to meet the girls or even checked them out online. The constant search for a “PERFECT BRIDE” was the thing that hurt him the most. He did not want to meet girls, he did NOT WANT TO MARRY A GIRL. He was enjoying the current successful phase of his life. Slowly the days transformed into weeks and weeks into months. Just like that two years passed and he ignored the topic of marriage and engrossed himself completely into work. but society always has something to say to everything going around, and cannot stop poking their nose into other people’s lives. And so they started questioning Zeeshan’s parents, commenting them to marry him off quickly, suggested different relations and did all they possibly could to marry Zeeshan. All this was fueling up Zeeshan’s anger and one fine day he could not take it anymore. So he decided to talk to his parents about something that he had been hiding from them.

Zeeshan: Mumma and Papa, I want to talk to you about something.

Dad: Yes beta, bolo kya hua?

Zeeshan: First you both sit down and relax.

Mumma: Zeeshan, is everything okay? Any problem at work?

Zeeshan: Naa mumma, nothing like that. You first sit down. I want to tell you something..

(His  parents sit down)

Dad: Ab bolo, kya hua?

Zeeshan: I dont want to get married papa.

Mumma:  But why Zeeshan? What is the problem? You have already crossed your marriageable age. We have never forced you to get married, but someday or the other, you will have to.

Zeeshan: But mom, I dont want to get married to a girl.

Dad: What do you mean you don’t want to get married to a girl? Who then will you marry, a boy?

ZeeshanExactly Dad. I am gay.

Mumma: Zeeshan, this is not a correct time to play such jokes. We are serious here.

Zeeshan: Maa, I am serious. Do you think I would joke about such stuff? I am shit serious.

*slap* *slap*

Zeeshan’s dad just deposited two slaps on Zeeshan’s face. The room froze, silence engulfed it.
Tears started dripping from his mom’s eyes. Zeeshan’s limbs froze. He did not dare look up to his parent’s faces. He wante to tell his parents about this, long time ago, but he could not dare to do so, but it had to be done no matter what. The truth had to come out and he had to face the consequences.

He started to walk towards his room, when his dad said: You may now leave this house, and never show your face to us again. You have shamed this family, and we don’t want any kind of connection with you. You may stay the night, but the first thing in the morning is leave this house.

Without looking up or replying he quietly trotted towards his rooom where he was about to face a long dreary night of unending thoughts, constant guilt and true feeling of loneliness overcoming him. He closed the door, sat by the window through which the cool breeze was trying to calm his thoughts.

The night seemed unending, so to avoid overthinking he started to pack his bags, took his most precious stuff and decided what to do next. Just that moment, his eyes fell upon a photograph of himself with his parents, all smiling and having no worries. He wished to be back in those days, where everything was normal, where his sexuality did not matter and he could live freely. Well that could not happen now. So he gathered all his stuff, wrote a note, kept it on the coffee table and left. Without looking back and tears in his eyes he just kept moving not knowing where to go.

In the middle of night, he decided to crash at a hotel. Keeping his emotions in check he worked out all his options and tried to forget whatever happened.

Soon, he shifted into a new apartment near his office, and completely focused on his work resulting into him being transferred into the head office at Mumbai. Leaving his past behind he shifted to New York. Luck was favoring him, and in the cultural city of Mumbai, he also found a partner who understood him completely, was also thrown out of his family for being a homosexual. Both instantly connected and got married. It was like a fairy tale love marriage.

15 years passed.

Zeeshan and John were still together and happy. They also adopted a child together, named him Frank and the whole family lived blissfully together. But somehow, Zeeshan still wanted to give himself yet another chance and wanted his parents to be happy with him. The accusation on him bringing shame to the family still pinched him. And so he decided to visit his parents and ask for forgiveness. So the whole family packed bags and headed towards Ahmedabad.
Zeeshan connected with his old friends and came to know that his parents still lived in the old house.

Walking upto that porch ahead of the gate, he looked at the house he spent some of the best years of his life. Tears started tripping down his eyes. John held him and asked to be confident and not cry.

*ding dong*

Coming!!!” Came a voice from inside.

The eyes met, hands trembled and a moment of silence followed.

Kaun hai??” An old lady asked from inside walking towards the door.

Zeeshan met her eyes and she was engulfed in shock and stillness. The whole family stood there for 15 mins. And suddenly his Dad burst into tears and hugged him hard. The whole family was in tears of joy, no one speaking a word but loads of things were understood. Introducing John and Frank to his parents, Zeeshan described all that had happened with him during the years he was gone. His parents were proud of what his son had achieved.
Dad: Beta, we are very sorry for whatevr we did to you. We were old school and could not take the news you gave to us properly and throwing you out. This house was never a home without you. You have never brought shame to ys, but you have made us proud. We apologize to you. Please forgive us. We also have saved the note you left and still cherish the old memories you gave us.

Zeeshan: No dad, please don’t ask for forgiveness. You are my father and have every right to tell me what is wrong and right. Can we just leave the past behind us?

Mom: Enough about whatever happened. Let us take a fresh start. From now on, You, John and Frank will stay here and go nowhere. Now this is your home.

And this way the whole family lived happily every after.


If Zeeshan would have been forcibly married to a girl, it would have ruined two lives and bring happiness to none of them, but instead Zeeshan took the path of truth even though he knew the consequences he was going to face. But he still did it.

Homosexuality is often thought of as a disease or some malfunction of the body. But it isnt. Homosexual people are as normal as any other person in the world and they deserve equal rights too. The taboo behind Gay marriages has to be cleared off, and homosexuals need to be welcomed with open hands.

P.S: I hope I have done justice to the touchy topic. But it had to be written. Awareness has to be spread among people. Thank you.

This post has been written for Sony:Love marriage or arranged marriage


The nature creates
while the man
The sun rises
drops falls
greens shine.
Green meets blue
land rises
mankind thrives.
Travelling places
to soothe the eye
with green.
Giving out life
at every moment
still targeted.

Teenager’s Point on Marriage.

It was a regular day for me. Returning from college, throwing my backpack on the sofa, rushing upstairs with my food to find solace with my laptop and the blogging world, I was introduced to 3 months ago by a dear friend. Slowly, the addiction of FaceBook tranformed into Blogger, WordPress, IndiBlogger and BlogAdda. Getting back to that day, I quickly opened up the tabs to these sites, and

 A new competition, that too on the most hotly debated topic of Marriage: Love Ya Arranged.

Man, I am going to love this one.I was super excited to write about this one especially. But slowly thinking about it, the ideas shelved out.

GRRRRR!!!!! Being a teenager, I considered the whole marriage thing being pretty vague. At every wedding that I attended, I used to think, Aww man!! Another wedding. How can spend their entire lifetime being with a single person, and throw a bash for it? Bore nahi ho jaenge log? Even though I used to love attend wedding cause of the lip-smacking delicacies they had. Still, making a decision to spend a lifetime with a SINGLE PERSON, and throwing a party for two days, calling all the relatives, friends, colleagues etc is quite strange. That is quite the courage people show. But well this has been going on for generations.People have been eating tasty food, celebrating with all their might, sometimes getting broke paying for the party. But hell!!! They still enjoy it.

So to write about this, I needed something and GOOGLE never has in my entire life disappointed me.
So googling MARRIAGE, the first mainly consisted of shaadi.com, jeevansaathi.com, times matrimony.com. So a basic fact was cleared in my mind. Arrange marriage is a big HIT in INDIA. And it is proving to be woprking too. I mean, one can see your parents, aunts and uncles, grandparents and all, living together for more than a generation, and enjoying it also. So trying a different search engine this time, I looked into 9gag for some detail and humour. Yeah I get that 9GAG isn’t the perfect place to search, but I found some pretty good humour there. A few excerpts are:

Getting away from humour, and turning into love marriage. I was like HELLOOOO!! You people are also getting married. Be it love or arranged. Occupying this earth for only 17 years, the love I have seen around is mostly in TV SHOWS, MOVIES, a few high-schoolers who promise to be together forever. pass on few texts, have chubby-chubby conversations, and when the time for college come, make a fake lie of being together and having a long-distance conversation which fizzles out, BREAKING UP and then finding someone else in their college itself. Even though the idea of love seems fascinating at first, trust me friends, grass is not green on the other side, it is grey.

I have noticed very few examples of couples being in love and staying together for the whole life. I see records being broken for the shortest love marriages day by day, whereas the old INDIAN FORMULA of ARRANGED MARRIAGE stays strong like the AMBUJA CEMENT. I dont know which marriage is better, but my advice to all those people marrying: BOOOOHOOOOO!!!!! Abhi bhi time hai TATA TEA piyo, aur jaag jao. And if you are forced to marry by your parents, go for the girl/boy they choose. It’s the tested and trusted formula for years. After all, getting bitten by snake unfortunately is more fortunate then inviting it to bite you.

Independence Day: Just another status or a tribute to the lives laid down?

*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
Waking my lazy ass up from hibernation, my phone’s annoying message tone displayed a “NEW TEXT MESSAGE” from Facebook. *Sigh*. I should have paid heed to my friends advice against enabling message notifications. With one eye open I read the so called notification which read:” Rahul has tagged a photo of you”. I was about to break my wall with the NOKIA I had, when another one of those messages popped up displaying some user’s comment saying: “HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO YOU TOO”. Oh right!! Today is Independence Day. 

Happy Independence Day to You folks.

So today is the day when FaceBook and Twitter is flooded with statuses, pictures, videos all saying Happy Independence Day, tagging each other merrily and then commenting on each other’s Independence Day images, message “How they are proud of India” to all their contacts. Sure the day is of immense importance to India and it’s citizens, but are you sure that the amount of lives that were sacrificed to achieve the Independence and throw out the British can be  justified merely with a status and an image getting hundreds of likes and comments or the 66% sale adverts which are thrown in with the newspaper, the new ice cream flavors with colors matching to that of Indian flag are launched,  or by the tricolor sticking to the glasses of showrooms, or  by decking up mannequins with the tri-colored clothes.Somehow, on Independence Day everyone shows off the patriotism to show that they really care, buy those plastic flags from the cross-roads, listen to patriotic music, watch Border, Gadar, LOC Kargil in their AC fitted rooms munching to Vadilal’s tri colored-ice creams and update statuses and tweet about the day and then the next day dump those flags beside the first dustbin they get on their way to office. Is this how the patriotism is shown towards a country for which their ancestors fought so hard? Can the lives of those valiant soldiers be compensated for a tweet or a status update? For a true citizen who is REALLY PROUD of his/her country,  shouldn’t the patriotic feelings remains all throughout the year not just come out of the shell on Independence Day and Republic Day?