The Flight of A Butterfly

There comes a time in your life..... When you are lonely. So lonely that you start fantasising things. You dream about things the way they can never be. Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right either. People mistake your words for arrogance. People mistake your silence for anger. And you feel, for a moment, to scream out loud. Ask everyone to shut the hell up. Please.  Don't tell me that I am lucky. Tell me to how to face my demons. Don't remind me what I have, help me get better. Being content isn't a sign of moving forward. Please. Before you accuse me of being indifferent,  step into my shoes first. Understand that times haven't been kind to me...... I have been in places where I don't fit in. I have experienced things which are not exactly pleasant. My beliefs have been questioned, my ideals lie in peril. I have lost someone who loved me dearly. And at this moment...... I start wishing for someone. Anyone- a friend, a relative or a

Those of us who grew up in the early years of the 21st century in India would remember what a joy the kids' programs were during those days. They were so eagerly awaited in the evenings, so passionately debated during the lunch hour at school and so fondly remembered.  I bet everyone would relate to Tom & Jerry, Oswald, Ben 10, Pokemon, Winnie the Pooh, Timon and Pumba......in case you remember anything I may have missed out; feel free to mention it. ;) To be honest, these shows played an integral part in our lives. But today as I was flipping through the cartoon channels, after a very long time, I couldn't connect to the new shows. Somehow all of them seemed strange to me. Somehow Doraemon didn't interest me, and neither did any of those other shows. The use of language and the values being taught caught my attention. Well, put simply there is this cartoon called Oggy and the Cockroaches, and you should just see the tone and the content. I would begin to worry if