Shruti Speak's

Similarities Spotted? Everyone requires beautiful, FAIR/VERY FAIR bride. How about marrying a well decorated Tube Light, very convenient idea..Right?! I had never been "fair" and hence was always teased for NOT being "One of Them" both in school and locality. I started building complex and was ashamed of myself. I was so desperate that I was ready to take up anything to be fair, so that people won't shove my off, so that I would become "One of Them". Ranging from home remedies to all possible cosmetics, from parlor to fairness creams, I literally followed all possible  QUICK FAIRNESS TRICKS  and end up looking like Dissembler. As years passed, I realized looks,complexion and external beauty are the phenomena that are vital exclusively air-headed people. They are those breed of illogistic human being who completely soaks themselves in powders, foundations, correction pens and every other such cosmetics; Photoshop their

All of us have got this post-result declaration trauma of being "useless", "hopeless", "unsuccessful"...and so on. Even the toppers of the class, who secured 99.99% in his finals would be called the same by the person of his concern for NOT scoring that remaining 0.01%..SERIOUSLY?! While I was thinking about  Being Unsuccessful , I thought of consulting few of the best advisers around me (of-course my family and close friends) and asked them to tell me how to be successful. I got some interesting (and obvious) replies like study hard, score more, get a good job, earn in six digit (as if I am going to hire myself in my own company and decide my salary..if so, then whats the problem in earning in seven digits). I wasn't quiet impressed so i randomly started asking people around me. My maid said-"getting my children to school is success for me", my next door neighbor's son who is 5years old replied-"reciting A-Z without any mista

I never gave thought on how drastically people are changing. The only way I can see humanity being defined is CART FULL OF HUSK ­­­­ – dry, emotionless, and ignite into blazes by spark of information which can be fully or partially true or by one which has nothing to do with the truth. Last night’s event shook me from within. “Who bought her here?”-Shouted a women shrieking voice, enough to make people near-by go deaf. Pitch high enough to give complex to an Opera singer. “I am here to attend my best friend’s marriage. She invited me.” Said the girl in low defensive voice. By now, people gathered around the two. “Don’t you understand my daughter invited you out of courtesy? You yourself should not have come here. You have Lung Cancer and it is highly communicable, especially for those who breathe in same air.” I saw people covering their nose and stepping back muttering among themselves that how insensitive and careless she is towards other member of society. My glance fle