Kohinoor

By Disha Gahlot   Take the road less traveled , especially if you live in Delhi. Here, traffic jam seems like creeping ants from a distance and running vehicles seem like I-will-kill-you-if-I-see-you pumping through their engines! As a rule of thumb, traffic rules are essentially for the losers and a red light signal is an indicator for the autonomic nervous system to send the right amount of adrenaline , for a great adventure is about to take place! Go at 100+km/hr speed as you see a red light while not forgetting to show your middle finger to the traffic police, if  at all they're present as your friends watch from a distance. As you meet them far away from the police, your 'successful' adventure is worshiped by your like-minded friends and you become the Dada of your gang. Now that's what we call living a life, rest is just painful existence and misery, right?!! These adventures often run deep in Delhi youngsters; if you live in Delhi, you know what I...

Save the Anda: A global concern By Disha Gahlot Ever thought of living life where you din't just exist in someone else's life like a meatloaf but you mattered, atleast for a moment only to disappear in the haze of nothingness! So, you decide to make the most out of that moment . You ask yourself if there's a better way to make a lasting impact and your bulb lightens up as you check out your profiles on social media. You want the moment to be viral, so you need to gather all your balls to do it. You decide to post your story about proposing a girl with a ring hidden inside the anda where she gets both surprised and annoyed, so she throws it back at you and a ring comes out, somehow she finds it adorable and says yes! You feel on top of the world and post #savetheanda as they are useful as hell. Soon you realise that your hashtag goes viral and you have likes, comments and mentions like never before. You're loving all the attention as you never received much even...

  The Universe in verse There were parts of me that withered away as the loved ones drifted apart.  Parts of me that were engulfed in conflict as the shore seemed far from sight.  Parts of me that were tormented as I shaked hands with the devil in disguise.  Parts of me that were too scared to even contact an eye.  Parts of me that puzzled the mind as the pieces were not aligned.  Parts of me that seeked shelter not in the four walls but the cosmic shrine.  Parts of me had no choice but pull the cords to reinvent the tune.  Parts of me became whole as they merged with the light.  Parts of me realised they were never the parts they believed themselves to be.  They were the little universes expressing themselves as tiny particles. Parts of me were delighted, parts of me were united.  As the parts became whole, so did the destiny. -Disha Gahlot

KHAP KA PAAP By Disha Gahlot Nurtured in a  family where daughters are not just cherished and loved but worshipped as well, my heart skips few beats when the electrical activity goes haywire as the ears hear,'breaking news' like 'A couple was shot dead due to inter-caste love affair, Khap saves honour of the family.' What disturbs me more is the inescapable truth that Khap and I share the same caste and creed, however, due to stroke of luck, I'm far away from their sadistic rules which are in alignment with their immortal 'parampara'. I can't even begin to express even if I step in the shoes of those who have been 'honoured' since shoes may be the only thing they were forced to leave the world with and they better be left to the families of those crying souls but if I were to hear the 'sacred' conversation between Khap panchayat and their 'parampara', I wondered what it would be like. Let's see how it unfolds. (Dialogue...