Part Confessions of a Part-Conformist

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When I was first conceived In my mother’s womb She took care of me Like no one ever would In seven lifetimes. When I first arrived My grandmother held me so close Secretly promising me She would do whatever it takes To see my toothless smile. When I took my first baby steps My father let me trip and fall Indirectly telling me “Face your fears. That’s the way you’ll learn” To see me stand on my own two feet. When I first went to school My grandfather urged me to enter my class Proudly he told me “Make new friends. It will be fun” To see me as the “Most Wanted” When my little brother first arrived He caught hold of my little finger This is when I knew It was my responsibility To never let go of his. Only now do I realize How much these people mean to me Without them by my side I wouldn’t be the same.

When my girl-friend asked me for my Barbie I gave it to her Little did I know I would get it back in two pieces. When my neighbor asked me for my bicycle I gave it to him Little did I know I would have a punctured tyre. When my mate asked me for my brand new eraser I gave it to him Little did I know I would never get it back. When my brother asked my for my chalk pieces I gave it to him Little did I know I would never see them again. When my maid offered to clean my room I let her do it Little did I know I would find my piggy bank in pieces. When my close friend needed help I stuck by his side Little did I know I would be betrayed. When my parents taught me to say “No” I refused to listen Little did I know I would regret it now.

As I sit by the shore I can feel the breeze Hitting my face Sweeping away with it My inner most fears. As it starts to pour I feel I could freeze My limbs go stiff Though I feel at peace. As I walk through the lonely roads The leaves stick to my skin Giving me a feeling That I am the only one. As I sit in my verandah Staring at the sky through the trees While listening to the almost extinct sparrows Chirping a sad symphony. As I take a stroll in my terrace Watching the moon-lit sky The stars shining like the diamond That makes me wonder more What goes beyond this life.

India, for the past 5 years has been creating milestones in every field; may it be IT or art. This vast country has spots that encourage tourism, and therefore eco-tourism came into being. Recently, this concept of tourism is now used the medical field – Medical tourism as we call it. India is said to be the best spot for this enthralling industry. Quick revenue is earned along with credibility. More and more hospitals and doctors are entering the field in order to keep up with the high competition in the medical field. But there is one section in our country that is completely ignored when we talk about the medical tourism context – the rural population. More than 60% of India’s population lives in the rural areas – this is a large chunk of the population that needs to be taken care of as they work quite a bit towards the development of our country. This land is primarily agrarian. It is this 60% and above that takes care of the agriculture sector. There is no way our land will tu

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The beach is where one goes to catch up with old friends, enjoy the sea breeze, experience the peace and tranquility, listen to the waves whistling or at times when you want to be alone. While doing all this fun stuff, you don’t want to see anything unpleasant; something that might disturb you. Unfortunately, it happened to me. It was around 4.00 p.m on a Sunday and a few of us decided to go the Besant Nagar beach. Right next to the shore, there was a tent-like structure constructed with the help of solid, thick rods with a rope connecting both sides. I was very amused to find something like this so close to the water. However, to my horror I found a little girl, probably 6 years of age, comes out from nowhere and starts doing her famous cartwheels. For a second I thought I was hallucinating. Her next stunt was to come in and out of a small hula hoop. She wriggled in and out of it like she was made of elastic. She twisted and turned her limbs in all directions possible like the rub

When I first saw my little brother in my mother’s hands on the 3rd August, 1991; I was a proud little elder sister. Only later did I realize the privileges I had as the elder one. Apart from the obvious facts that I had to take care of him and protect him from evil forces, I got to bully him, be nasty to him and irritate him when I was bored. Certain acts of his tested my patience. It was during times like this when I felt like I should have thrown him out of the big French window at my place the day he arrived. There have been horrific episodes where we fought like there was no tomorrow. At one point of time, my mother had given up thinking there was no solution to this rivalry. But what she did not notice was, as we grew up we made sure we were there for each other. I mean, that’s what siblings are for. Whenever we had either of our parents giving us a piece of their minds, we would gang up against them. This is where the sibling saga began. As time passed by, this bond was getting s