Confession #1

I never loved her. Never. It was just a liking. A liking for her. But, I also like so many others and it never feels like that. So, was it Infatuation? Maybe. Or was it love? No, I guess. But, who cares? Sometimes, I care, don't I? Yes, I think, would be the honest answer.

There was a yearning for her, an urge to meet her no sooner did I leave her. Wanted to look at her always, glancing at first and then gaping at her beauty till the bell rang announcing the end of the class. Was she really that beautiful? My friends never agreed on that. And, of course, we had more beautiful girls in the class than her. Then why did I gape at her? What charm did she put on me?

Some say its love. But, doesn't violins play in the background when you are with your love and the wind seems to come out of nowhere blowing the dry leaves against you and you keep on looking at her with your mouth wide open as she tries to manage her dress blowing in the wind? Such things never happened with me. Then, how can it be love? It must have been infatuation. But again, doesn't people in infatuation forget the other person in no time and stop caring about her as soon as they are out of their sight for a long time? This also didn't happen with me. I seem to care for her still now when I haven't met her for more than thirty days by now.  So was it love or infatuation? Simply, I don't know. Confused, totally confused I am.

A New Beginning

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Well, I had my last post published six months ago and in the 2nd last post I just claimed to be back with a promise of regular updates. Poor me!! So this time no promises.

Actually, I was thinking of closing this blog down as I was too busy writing for my other blog which is based on my thinking of the norms of society or something like that. But later I remembered the fact that this one was the first blog I created and posted into & also the first one to earn a 1000 hits. Then I took pity on it and the story or rather the blog continues...
A blog on my daily life. Now I am not a celebrity that people would be interested in my life nor do I have a very interesting life that you all would love to read about. So why write about them and waste the Internet space? I also have a lots of diaries to write them. To be very honest, even I ran out of ideas of what to write about. Forgive me for the realization coming so late.
As for now, I want to make a fresh start, a new go, another try. However I won't delete my previous posts as they show us all my first go at blogging and I am also too sentimental about them. Hope you all like it this time and start following my blog rather than just visiting it. Lets see how it goes.

Child Marriage still exists...

As I was going out to my college last week in a public bus, I saw a woman or rather a girl, with quite an innocent face, traversing on the footpath. I am a very bad estimator of age of people but still if I am not entirely wrong she must have been a 15 or 16 years old and not more than that. And, I was really shocked to see that she had vermilion powder on her temple just like the way the Hindu married women wear it. I really couldn't believe my eyes and craned my neck to get a second look.

Here was I, a nineteen years old, going to college and planning to study till the age of twenty seven maybe and there was this girl who had been married off just at the age of sixteen making her stop her studies and putting a full stop to her dreams. Well, I accept, that maybe she might have had no big dreams and she was not even a good student but I couldn't understand why did her family marry her off. Child Labour, though banned, is still in wide practice in India. So they could have just put her to some work and she could have supported herself. It's not that that marrying a man would keep her off from earning money. Then why the marriage?

Child marriage is a concept which I have witnessed only in a television soap and in some films. I always believed that it was an ancient tradition practiced during the time of our grand parents and in the present day it is seen only in remote villages of Rajasthan and Bihar probably. But on seeing this girl I was stunned to see a victim of child marriage right in a metropolitan city, Kolkata. On discussing the issue with some intellectuals I got to know that the practice exists in full extent in the slum areas of all the metropolitan cities, leave alone the villages. And a bit of search in the Internet gave me the exact figures which really made be retaliate from the monitor and gape in awe. Here was a problem, a pest of the society, and we didn't even know it was so outspread.