Shruti's fierywaters

Sita. Princess of Mithila, Queen of Ayodhya, the true daughter of the Earth. One of the bravest humans in the world.. The character of Sita is one of the most profound ones, which teaches a lot to those who seek to learn from. Contrary to popular belief, she was not a meek, submissive woman or the “adarsh naari”, as most people would wish to believe ( and want the women in their houses to be the same ) She was bold, bold beyond belief, and showed the world that being bold does not mean being a revolt. Wise : Sita was wise to put to good use the circumstances presented before her. Be it a yagna (sacrificial ritual) where she used the opportunity to sharpen her knowledge, or the forest which she observed the ways of nature, which would come to help her in her later years, Sita was wise to make use of every opportunity. Commitment towards her marriage : When Sita married Rama, he was the crown prince. Upon becoming his wife, she would have no trouble adap...

Was the reason why his newly wed parents had to spend their married life in jail… Branded as a killer, years before he was even conceived… Was born in a jail, after the tragic murder of seven older siblings… Left the warmth of his mothers womb and lap, and was whisked away by his father to a friends place, in an open basket, in the heavy rains, in the death of the cold night… Lived in a foster home, before he could even get the feel of his parents.. Faced constant death threats even as a suckling newborn.. Had the constant responsibility to fight the evil forces attacking him when he was at play.. Was the reason behind the incessant attacks on his village.. Left home at an early age, with the main motive of murdering his uncle, and completed it.. Left his love for reasons best known to them, yet carried her name before his… Knew that he was the one going to kill his nephew, when he took the latter on his lap… Yet forgave him a 100 times.. ...

A tiny dot..in this universe vast..  Insignificant to the core.. Growing into a line, as time flies fast..  Adventuring, all the more..  Life passes by, with many a curve..  Looping pointlessly over and more.. At times, it does violently swerve..  Veering off tangently, with lots to explore.. Turning at angles, both acute and large..  In search of the (e)x through axes, making the merge..  Defining and defying, axiom and law unforeseen.. Yet, tantalizingly though, infinity - never was seen.. Curved at a point, and an arc did form..  Joined another, and a circle was born..  Circumventing along, through life's storm.. Radically inverse, yet radially uniform.. The best of all, and in every single way.. The asymptote, coming nearer everyday..  Never to meet, well, it does not matter anyway.. For it's the journey that matters, through life's play.. We all tangent, and in our own ways too..  ...

Words speak, where the heart fails.. To listen to silence, it's desperate wails.. When silence was unheard, voice crept in.. When the voice was ignored, noise did win.. Love was sad, for silence had lost.. To a wedge in-between, at a very great cost.. But...when the voice was heard, and understood.. Music was felt, thus love firmly stood.. Love embraced Silence, in a divine melody.. Together, they smiled, and so did destiny..

Have you played Snakes and ladders?  It is my perfect choice for a lazy holiday afternoon. It is a game in which you will never know how it would go on, and there is no win or loss. Thinking about it, it teaches a lot about life like nothing else.. The way things pan out is based on both choice and chance. You roll the dice, which is a choice in your hands; you get a number, which is purely a chance. Even though it is the numbers that determine how far you will go, you must accept whatever you get and open your account, be it one or six. If you reject what you get and keep waiting till you get your desired number, the chances are high that you will waste a lot of time in it.  The ladders you climb and the snakes you encounter are life's way of telling you that in the giant scheme of things you are just a player. Sure, you must have rolled the dice, but you never know what is next. You might move ahead in life too quick, lucking out with the numbers and climbing ...

It is often described about how difficult it is to understand women. About how women are like the electrical circuit with numerous wires, and about how an unintended press of the wrong switch could trigger a nuclear reaction. However, in the attempt to over emphasize the mystery of un-understandable women, what has been ignored (doubtfully deliberately) is the fact that the mind of Man is equally an unexplored fortress too. Be it the hunter-gatherer, or the family head, Man has historically been seen as the protector. The need to protect his clan makes him to push the "man" inside him deeper, hiding his emotions. And getting hurt, yet putting on a brave face. Who is He? Man, from the vantage point of a woman, is just another person like her, with a very different approach to emotions. While he knows that being expressive would actually be easier on him, he refuses to let go of his guard, not to be seen as easily breakable. Thus, he tends to build a wall around him, bu...