I visited around 7-8 homes in Liyari for a survey.. Some of the answers I received make me pity the state of our country.

Me: Kya aap ko lagta hai aapki gali main jo gandagi hai us se beemariyan phelti hain?
(Do you think the garbage in your street causes diseases?)

The lady: Pata nahin, mere ghar main koi beemar nahin.
(I don't know. No one is sick at my home.) 
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Me: Kiran School ne jo gali main dustbins rakhwai the, us k bare main aap ka kya khayal hai?
(Kiran School kept dustbins in the street, what are your views on their this initiative?)

The Lady: Wo un k apne liye the, hum tou yahan se kachra phainkte hain (Pointing towards the window)
(Those were for Kiran school to use. We throw our trash out from here- pointing towards the window)
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Me: Kya aap aaki gali main safai karwane main hamara sath denge?
(Will you support us in cleaning your street?)

The lady: Main apne miyan se puch k aapko bataungi.
(I'll ask my husband and tell you)
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Me: Kya aap aaki gali main safai karwane main hamara sath denge?

(Will you support us in cleaning your street?)

The lady: Hamen ijazat nahin hai ghar se bahar nikalne ki.

(We are not allowed to leave our home)

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Such are the effects of illiteracy and male domination prevailing in our society.

Sitting in a small room at a hindhu family's home in Liyari, asking questions for a survey, suddenly my eyes fell upon the statues of Bhahwan kept on a shelf at left corner of the room. I gazed around, to the right were paintings of Bhagwan and in my feet were my slippers. Guilt took over; I was on second last question so it was too late to go out to take off my slippers. I finished the survey and had the following conversation with the old couple.

Me: Ye mandir hai? 

       (Is it a temple?)

Them: Jee

          (Yes)

Me: Mujhe maaf kijyega, main jootay andar pehn k aagai.

       (Pardon me, I wore my shoes inside)

Them: Koi baat nahin, insan se hi galti hoti hai, Aap bhi hamari beti ho.

          (It's okay, It's humans who commit mistakes and you're like our own daughter) 

On one hand I feel horrible for my religious insensitivity, on the other hand I'm awestruck with their religious tolerance and acceptance. Living in a small rental home in liyari with 3 kids, these people are better off than millions of us.

Sometimes life is about taking a break from the apparently busy routine; It's about doing nothing when you have so much to do. It's always about people who make you smile and yes, a nice cup of coffee is a cherry on the top ;) 

Days like these aren't the ones you call productive yet are the ones you cherish the most; Staying up all night with your childhood best friend, laughing at not-so-funny movies, ‘discussing’ people because you don't gossip and falling asleep to black and white songs. Visiting your grandma, telling her it’s for the sole purpose of asking her whether it’s wrong to fall in love and hugging her while she scolds you. Going over to your ex neighbor’s place because it’s only impossible to not to love and miss her sweetheart daughter. If that wasn't enough to make your day perfect then that’s okay, there’s still more, randomly stopping at your best friend’s place at 11 AM with two cups to coffee.  

But the most beautiful is the urge to write because you’re happy J

I used to believe that sexual harassment against women is common in our society because such cases go unreported.

Few recent observations have forced me to change my views. Sexual harassment prevails because no action is taken even when cases are reported, even at reputable institutions.

When a woman reports such a behaviour, the first thing that concerned authorities do is to tell her that how everyone is talking about this incident and that her reputation is at stake. Their next step is to tell the woman that how it's always her fault and she must have given wrong signs due to which the man had the courage to misbehave. They discourage you from carrying the case any further by telling that men always get away with things, it's women who face the consequences.

They question the woman that why did she not do anything on the spot? She is told that she could have slapped the man. She is told all kind of fluff about women empowerment and that she should have taken an action right on the spot. If a student slapped a teacher for this, she'd be expelled right away.Trust me if some woman did so, she would be asked why she reacted and that she should have reported to higher authorities.

They always ask for proof, which a woman can obviously not provide. But worst are the cases where the harasser admits his misbehaviour yet a disciplinary committee sits to tell the woman how she must have enticed the man and that they will make an 'objective' report of the incident and see what can be done.

In times like these you realize the difference between the written policies and applied tactics.

A short conversation that I had with my sister before Mothers Day:

Mehak: Sarang and I are going to buy mom's gift. Can you prepare dinner?

Me: Why aren't you going with me? We'll choose the dress together.

Mehak: Should I spoil your surprise? Dad called, he asked us to come and not to tell you. He'll buy your gift and we'll buy mom's. Act all surprised when he comes.

Me: Oh kayyy :D


I'm named after my grandmother so in a way my dad is also my son and he calls me 'Ami'. He came all the way back from Hyderabad for mothers day. I don't only have the best father but also the best son. LOVE YOU DAD :) or for today it should be, LOVE YOU SON <3

It feels so different when something happens for the first time or you do anything for the first time. Obviously there is a first time for all the bad things too and that surely doesn't make you feel any better but I'll stick to talking about the 'first time' of the little things that you won't even notice after a while.

Today, first time my sister came to pick me up from a friend's place. I found it really cute. That 10 minutes drive was not just a drive home, it was a source of the feeling of having a caring elder sister.

Also I wrote my first business proposal today (Yes, almost halfway through my BBA and I wrote my first proposal today! I'm just a little too good when it comes to dodging work :p) After my teacher returns it after checking it might be full of red ink with crosses and comments all over but still I feel happy. So happy that I even told my mother about it and explained what a business proposal is. Such a trivial thing it sounds but I love this feeling of accomplishing a task on your own, doing something that you've never done before.

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There was a time when maths was just maths, as we grew up it became arithmetic, algebra and geometry. Then came a time when trignometry and statistics came along but hold on, there is still more! College algebra, linear algebra, statistical inference and what not. Gone are the days when I used to be good at maths. Thanks to all the increasing complications -,-

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When I have two or more events to attend on any day, I end up staying at home. Funny how I feel that I can't miss any of them but miss all of them and honestly, it makes no difference.

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Here is one more blog and I hope it does not become a victim of my habit of creating and deleting blogs. But before I start posting I need to beautify it. That might keep me motivated enough to continue writing.