VINAYANA'S WORLD

"John, so are you leaving?" Asked Sarah controlling her tears. "Yes, Sarah. I have to go, I can't stay here any longer.. Rose needs me" " And what about me and our kids, we don't need you?" said Sarah " I have Left some money in the drawer and I will transfer more when I reach Bombay," said John. " Why do you have to go?, Don't divorce me, please, where will I go with the kids," said Sarah. "Sarah, we had talked about this, you do your job and bring up the kids, your way, I won't interfere and you will not interfere with my matter!" John exclaimed. "I remember, I remember everything John. Everything was so great, when we first met....", Said Sarah. " Stop it, Sarah!! I have to go, Rose is Waiting for me!!" Said, John. "If you want to go, please go. but first, sign the documents of the property in my name" said Sarah. "Why? This is my House too!!" Exclaimed John. ...

"Good-looking, homemaker, fair, not career oriented." Her father reads matrimonial ads aloud. "I have kept your lunch in fridge, your medicines are on the table. Please take it on time. I going to office, take care." Radha picks up her bag and reached the door. Then turns around, ' Please bless me, Papa, my first day as a doctor, in an prestigious hospital." "God bless you, child. You can do everything, you have one whole year. After that I am planning for your marriage, and I am not listening to you then" Said Papa "I understand, but you know about my dreams and aspirations. I am just 25, what's the hurry?. If Mom, would be here, she would have understood my point" Said Radha " Yes, if your Mom would be here, but I am your Father, a single parent. Everybody in the society, has been talking about you, that you are 25, and still not engaged to anyone." Said Papa " I understand but how will I manage, my work, my ...

I ts was a lazy summer afternoon when Sonia an independent girl who had left her home two years back and came to study in this city like Delhi. Delhi a city where dreams find a hope to fulfill was a destination for Sonia and her passion to fight for all the injustice. She was cleaning her room when she found some old photographs. Dusty but rather a reminder of the past that was beautiful hut sad because those photographs has that one person the person who is the only inspiration behind almost all that she had ever wrote. He was Nikhil. She was gone back where the picture is being click. The farewell night when all people were drunk and dancing, she was there near the bar starring to a guy on the dance floor thinking that what would happened if she ever told him. Told him that she fell in love every time he pass by her, every time he waved at her but she never had the power to tell him. Just then she saw him coming towards her and the way her heart beats at that time. He came to her wit...

I wheeled down the South campus Canteen.. for the one last time, I was surprised how everything just happened in the blink of an eye, It was just two years ago.. I walked into this canteen for the first time, Everything seemed so delicious.. and now I find nothing eat, I thought that there was a time when everything looks new, I was so happy to be the part of DU again, But now even the walls of my classroom tells stories to me, Everything about literature is filled into these classroom desk, Every place you visit for the first time has a new story to tell, And if you keep visiting that place often you create your own stories, The smell of a place may seems odd to you, But in no time the smell becomes a fragrance to you, It is strange how a strange place becomes familiar to you, And when you become familiar.. then that place becomes a home to you...

Late that night when I couldn't sleep, I sat near the window drowning in thoughts so deep, I saw a girl who was in her teenage, I felt her tears; she was holding on to some baggage, Just then a man came running towards her, He grabbed her hair and she shouted that she couldn’t bear, Tears rolled down my eyes while seeing this horrific sight, I planned to visit her home at the end of the night, Next afternoon I went and located her house, And later my friends and I spied on her spouse, He was at home when we peeked from the window, He was beating her with a belt and his shoe, We were shocked to see this inhuman sight, and thought to ring the bell and interrupt their fight, We could hear her cry when we rang her doorbell, She came out, bruised; and with a tale to tell. Not very long ago they had met during a movie show, She had sat with him in the same film hall row, Their hands touched each other and so did their hearts, And she felt just then: this is how a new ...

Priya was a teenage girl, who lives with her small family. Priya didn’t have any group of friends because her speech was not yet developed. She had a really hard working mother, the only person in the family who would understand what she’s saying. Priya was a dreamer, she had a world of her own, in her mind. Priya was never able to communicate with the people in her Surrounding. She knew that no body has the time to listen to her babbles and make out meaningful words with that. There was the time when she had really tried to express her feelings. After seeing their un responsive and in active behaviours, she stopped making efforts. Priya's mind Didn’t stopped, it didn’t stopped responding to the environment and it didn’t stopped thinking. She thought about various questions like why do birds fly, why do the stars twinkle. These were the question spread around her head. On the other hand, people still perceived her as a baby who doesn’t have a mind ...

My life .. there is nothing special about my life. I came from a regular family, mom.. Dad and my brother. Yes, you must be thinking why I am on the wheelchair. Because I have Cerebral palsy. Cerebral palsy is a type of blocking In the part of the brain, which controls the motor ability of the body. Through my speech, you can understand the practical aspect of the condition known as Cerebral palsy. Yess I have 99 problems and cerebral palsy ain't one!!! Enough of the medical terminologies, we did meet a lot of doctor and they all said one that I would be ne2ver able to walk by myself. This would always shatter me from within. Walking, is the first thing that gives a child, the feeling of independence. I never had the chance to feel this independence. I would spare you all this and i must begin with my story. I was a very extrovert Kid from my Childhood, as every child I loved to play alot. As I was different from other kids, so I was never able to become a part of them . I remembe...

It's like the blood, When you smell it once, There's no coming back, The Feeling of love, Is just like that, It's like a way to a destination, You can never forget, You can never forget, Those eyes, Those words, Those times, It's just engraved in your Heart, Soul, And body, Once you get the smell of blood, There's no turning back, Just as the feeling of love, No matter how much it has broken you, You will always fall back, And feel the smell of Love....

As now I am at the age of 24, and there are many girl-friends of mine that are getting married soon. It is just me who is really relaxed by this idea, because I know that there is not a single thought in my parents mind to get me married soon. This idea works perfect for me because I can concentrate on my career and everything. I have this thought in my mind because lot of my physically challenged girl friends, really want to get married. I personally don't like this whole idea of an arranged marriage, because Come on, it is a wedding and not a beauty competition. Through the perspective of an arranged marriage, the girl is on a ramp walk. The girl would always asked the education related questions or cooking related questions and the guy would be asked the questions regarding his job perspectives. These arranged marriage questions are so gendered That by now even the little children of the family has by hearted the series of this questionnaire. If a woman has been born as a d...

Mira, so unlike her name she was. A graduate student from the one of the top university in Delhi. Mira was a sober young Kid, who was loved by everyone until she reached adulthood. Mira, a girl who was the highest scorer of her school, choose a subject that nobody thought of- Fashion designing. Mira was taunted, made understood, and what not, that this kind of line wasn’t right for a middle class girl. Mira, being a headstrong girl that she was, didn’t listened to any of these comments. After her interview and admission in a prestigious college of Delhi, in a course that she wanted. Everybody seemed to be happy with her and she was happy with the life that she’s going to lead ahead. It was after the first year of her college life, she realized that this is not a Life that she has imagined for herself. She wanted something different and something more from her life. Mira decided that she wanted to drop our from her studies and take a break. Everybody, again started ...

Khamosh si hai raate, Khamosh h ye barsaate, Tu khamosh hai, Hum bhi khamosh hai, Dil chahta hai ki kuch baat toh ho, Bin badal barsaat toh ho, Bas kuch wo pal the, Jo bhool te nhi, Aur kuch ye pal hai, Jo kat te nhi, Bas chahte hai Yahi, Ki kuch toh baat ho, Aur tera mere saath ho, Kuchh pal kho jaate h, Kuch sapne tut jaate h, Par tere bina din nhi kattta, Aur raat nhi hoti, Bas chahte hai Yahi, Ki kuch toh baat ho, Aur tera mere saath ho, Kuch log zindagi me aate kyu hai, Kuch log zindagi se jaate kyu hai, Dosti Toh Toot jaati h duniya me, Kuch log pyaar jatate kyu hai, Khamosh si hai raate, Khamosh h ye barsaate, Tu khamosh hai, Hum bhi khamosh hai, Dil chahta hai ki kuch baat toh ho, Bin badal barsaat toh ho,

And I was waiting for my friend at the coffee shop, I knew that she was gonna be late .. So I was relaxed, I sipped my coffee and looked around aimlessly, Suddenly, I was jolted like woken up from a dream, There was a handsome looking guy Standing beside my table, "Can I have a seat with you?' he asked me looking directly into my eyes, There was something... Something unusual about that look, I couldn't say no and he sat with me on my table, I found that he was unable to start a conversation..So I helped him ignite the flame, I asked him about the places he has travelled to, Then he started telling me about his favorite holiday destinations and the funniest memories, When I saw him laughing.. I suddenly realized that how well we have connected, It was so strange when some strangers become special, And people who are really special to us become strangers, I was snapped out on my thoughts with the clicks of his fingers, He thought that I was crazy but I had a...

1. Oh.. you are on a wheelchair, can't you walk?? A. No no aunty.. I can walk.. I just sit on it for fun!!!! 2. Oh.. you are done with your Masters .. now what will do?? Get bored at home.. poor child.. itna padh ke kya fayda hua??Ab tu aur thodi padhegi! A. Nhi aunty.. kuch nhI hua, bas 2-3 jagah apply kiya h.. mere mom dad ko problem nhi h.. apko kya h?? 3. Tu 24 ki hogyi?? Normal hoti toh ab tak shaad ho jati.  Ab koi chance nhi h!! A. Thank God aunty, ladkiyo ka life ka main aim shaadi hi toh h... But thank God that I am way out of the league!!! 4. Tu khaana nhi banna sakti?? Haye, tu kuch kr bhi sakti h kya?? A. Me bas kavita likh kr apni duniya badal sakti hu.. 5. Ye sab samjh jati h~? Saari baate?? Me bolugi aur ye samjh jyegi?? A. Mere brain k ek hisse me problem h, poore dimaag me nhi.. ( and I suddenly become a biology teacher) 6.  Can she eat everything?? Veg non veg.. anything?? A. If you say, I'll eat your brain too!!😂 7. Oh baby. you are s...

A woman wants such a man, Who shall never make her cry, If he ever did, he would cry with her, A woman wants such a man, Who will never leaves her side, Even if she's impossible to live with, A woman wants such a man, Who will argue with her and let her win, But quietly tells her about his own desires, A woman wants such a man, To whom she can tell her innermost desires , And have faith that he would Not let it out in public, A woman wants such a man, Who would take her in his arms, And her sleep after a hectic day at the office, A woman would always have  desires of a perfect life partner, Because we teach our daughters to become perfect, And neglect our sons, saying ye toh aisa hi hai... It's time we find a perfect man for our perfect woman...

Holding some old letters My mother smiled, Thinking about the time That has flied, She laughed and said we would Sit near the door, And beg postman to find some More, It would take days to know about Loved ones, Walking towards letterbox hot In sun, And when one afternoon the doorbell Rings, The happiness that a postman would Bring, With that shaky hand one opens a Letter, Only handwriting is enough to feel Better, Reading and feeling every stroke of A pen, A different extent of happiness we find Then, This kind of pleasure can’t be fulfilled By this generation, Instant messaging is new style of new Nation, But I told my mother no matter how much Technology gets better, We all would someday need Those letters……………………

he sits there on a white chair, looking about here and there, be it in a warm & cozy sunlight, or on a cold dark winter's night, I love to wave as I walk past, I turn back to see his smile last, yes, with his age he is getting old, but still those eyes looks very bold, this is not a poem nor it is a prayer, its for him who filled my heart's layer, he looks as a man of a great honor, it is shown as he sits there in a corner, I like the way he talks to his grandchild, I wonder how he taught him with mild, looking at him I still miss my grandfather, who had a heart just as him soft as a feather, when he stands with support of his stick, my heart leaps up to offer him hand quick, but when his legs are able to make him straight, then I hope his courage can always carry his weight, his eyes are so bold it tells many stories untold, some untold wishes or the sight of some gold, in those tried old eyes there somewhere lies, memories of some happiness and som...

Raat, Ek khamosh si chaddar hai, Sitaaro ka agaan hai, Raat, Din khatam hone ki dastak hai, Subah hona ki chaht hai, Raat, Kuch ajeeb hi hoti h, Chupke se raaz ye kholti hai, Raat, Tere aane ka sukoon bhi hai, Yaadon me rehne ka janoon bhi h, Raat, Wo nhi Jab sab soo jaate hai, Wohi hai jab sapna beh jaate hai, Raat, Ko kuch dikhta nhi, Pr chupane se kuch chupta nhi, Raat, Ki bas ek anokhi kahani hai, Kuch jabani hai, Kuch rohaani hai..

There is nothing in my body, To be corrected, There is a lot in my soul, To be corrected, God gave me a deformed body, They say, God gave me a difficult life, They say, My arms...My legs ... My body they all are made a certain way, My own body reacts to the signals of the brain a certain way, Your body isn't working right.. it has to be corrected. .. they say, Is your body going through a problem?? They say, If I won't Love my self and always think about getting abled body.. one day', How will I Live today , how will I Live today~? If you are having whatever body type , don't try to fit in, When you are really born to stand out from the crowd....

“Rose, rose its time to wake up” her mother called out from the kitchen. Rose uncovered the blanket from her face, sat up and counted her steps to the bathroom. Once she was ready, she steps outside the door to run to her favorite place that was college. This was her favorite place because everybody loved the way she was and nobody was there to taunt her, taunt her because of a small reality of her life that she was blind. As we all say that every rose has a throne this idiom has came true in her life. The love of her friends sometimes completely made her forget that she was little different from them in some way. She could really recognize each of them from their voices but there was one voice she loved the most, it belonged to one guy named Peter. Peter was a guy from her own class, rose often wonders why, why always peter would sit beside her in all the classes. Her heart would always pop up when she would hear Peter's voice in the corridor. One day, it was the draw...

I know that you have to leave, Leave to find something better, Like all friends do, I am so glad that we have walked so far, In this journey of life, I know we had arguments, fights and what not, You name it all, But we have survived, Survived all, You and me, Are different in each sense, You and I, Would never find a single topic to discuss, But I understand you, And you understand me, That's all what really matters, Even if you are away, Somewhere, I don't know, But I would always be a great friend to you, A ear to listen, And a shoulder to lean, I will always be there. My friend.... Because I have nothing else to give, But my time.....That's something worth giving....

Yes, I have a disabled body and that is true. I can't eat, walk, talk like you. I have always believed that there's me beyond my disabilities. I guess I am wrong just totally wrong. Some older people that means alot to you just can't understand. They just can't understand that I also have heart . After all this time proving myself being strong and Abled has just gone into the drain . I am a disabled body and I can't really do certain things you do. But I bet that the things I can do, you really can't do. Dude, please don't talk to me like that because I have emotions. I don't want to get myself treated because I am not Like you. God made me a specific way and I really love that. How hard is that for you to understand that . I have achieved so much in this life and I am greatful but you can't just keep pointing at my weakness, it hurts. Thankyou God for making me disabled body because I have emotions that you Don't.

Dance, is happiness for me.  when I dance it feels to me as if I am not challenged anymore. Everybody says dance is for a abled body but I have a fully abled mind. A mind that is creative, a mind that will find way out for its passion. I have tried many dance forms from Indian classical to western, but the form that suited me the best is - the contemporary style of dancing. It is a dance that has the power to bring happiness in my life. It was first at AADI, that I had the opportunity of showcasing my talent. I still remember the dance I did, on the song " Radha kaise na jale". I could hear the crowd cheering my name. This day came after a series of practice sessions that we had in the hall, I still remember going to the hall everyday and as the music would start, I would ready in my dancing pose. I also danced on “ Ganan Ganan ghir aye badra”, that was a rain song in which we needed to look towards the sky and call out for rain. I had a lot of fun doing that step. When the...

You may look in my room.. you wouldn't find me, You may go near my window you wouldn't find me, A dairy.. with each page torn from corner, A pen with my writing pad fallen near the warmer, You wouldn't find me under the bed, But some bookmarks inside the books I have read, If you would plan to find me outside my home, Don't come empty handed fetch me a comb, You must be thinking where am I? Over the mountains or across the sky, I can be in a love story or a historical fiction, I can be in any story of old or new tradition, I can be in fantasy or in the wonderland, Reality will always be able to pull my hand, Love for the books would always stay, No matter what come may....♥

Ye unn dino ki baat hai, Jab bache the hum, Rubber khona, pencil khona Life me yahi gum the, Shayad abhi aur kuch hona baki tha, Ek daffe class me yuhi baithi thi, Nayi class thi, naya session tha, Sab khush the, ki oye tu bhi humari class me h, Wo facebook watsapp ke time se pehle ki baat hai, Phir aachak ek ladka gussa class me, Kya ye 5th B h.. wo kehna laga.. Par shayad kahi kho chuki thi, Rubber pencil nhi me apna dil hi kho chuki thi, Shayad nahi tha wo pyaar, Par pyaar jaisa kyu lag rha tha, Ye sab baate chodi mene, Bas padhai mann tha lagaya, Par jab bhi kitaab kholi mene, Ek hi sawal dimaag me aaya, Kya yuhi pyaar ho jata hai, Kya yuhi dil kho jata hai, Nhi nhi nhi ho rhi thi padhai humse, Par jab bhi kitaab kholi mene, Ek hi sawal dimaag me aaya, Kya yuhi pyaar ho jata hai, Kya yuhi dil kho jata hai, Phir ek din suna ki ussKo koi pasand h, Pehle dil sharmaya phir mera dil ghabraya, Ki kya sach me usse koi aur passand h, Mene toh socha usse bol de...

*Phone rings* Mom: did You find her ~? Did you go to the police again..? Son: they said that she will come home soon... Mom: I feel something is fishy!! Son: yes, mom.. Mom: you shouldn't marry her.. she seems trouble... Son: yes, mom... *Door bell* *Opens the door* *Priya with a police officer* Son: at last you found her.... Thank you so much... Loveyou Priya. Police: we didn't found her.. we knew where was she.. it was we who sent her. Son: what do you mean?? Police: she's our undercover agent.. code name,- Cook... She plans all our operations and make them implemented... She's a brave officer!! And all this time, she has been working with us, from the back of the computer, that is why she is not able to give you Time... Sorry for that, she is the officer who is respected by her subordinates. And I hope that she will continue to do so. . Even after she gets married to you.... Son: so, all this while you were at a mission??? But what about us!?? Police: ...