Random Rantings

Online shaming and public shaming is becoming too common on social media sites especially Facebook these days. It has become so normal that somebody can harass you online, put you down mentally, or make you uncomfortable with their words, put up your...

My mother once told me, that everything that tastes good is forbidden (taboo) to let woman or children eat. It is usually considered a taboo to let them eat. She half jokingly said it maybe because the menfolk don't want to share. But as good as she knows,...

I might be damned for writing this. But before you read, please understand that this is not directed towards anybody. I speak for myself here and I will respect your opinion to disagree as well. I also give you the additional liberty to correct me if...

The Bara Bosti Woman I have to be careful of the way I walk,Or I might walk as though The whole of Kohima belongs to me.I have to be careful of the way i laugh,Or i might offend somebody who is uncomfortable. The delightful phrase "kara hobo de" is expected...

Social media is a very scary and ugly place today. We are an over documented generation where we magnify each other's faults and weaknesses. A world full of virtual stone throwers who disturbingly participate in body shaming, online bullying, cyber harassment,...

A 12 year old boy studying in a very prominent school in Kohima came home crying one day and told his mother he will never go to school again. When his mother suggested that she will talk to the school authorities, he refused profusely. Later it was learned...

. I 'am still trying to forgive people for all the wrong things they never did or said but what i think they did or said to me. . I 'am still trying to understand that self-pity is possibly the worst thing i can do to myself . I 'am still trying not to...

. You drink your cheap wine In fancy China teacups That my mother treasured As her wedding gift. You threw filthy curses Through those lips smeared In expensive shades of crimson. I always hated the person I become when you are around Defensive, vengeful...

. For him, school is a battlefield- A battle he knows he will never win or He was forced to believe he never will. He sheds a part of him everyday to please 'them' Thinking, maybe 'they' will accept this other side. 'They' didn't know he comes home And...

Like many afternoons, He sits peacefully with 'them' Under the beautiful cherry tree, And every now and then, The wind delicately sprinkled Cherry blossoms over them, And they all tilt heavenwards And their melodious laughter echoes Over the hilly spaces...