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Life…from the eyes of a mini skirt.

An introduction to the eyes in me.



Name –             Depends. How you want to remember it!
Age –                 Increasing by the day, dwindling by the night. In repeat mode.
Qualification –

1. Ramanand Sagar’s “Ramayan”.
2. B.R Chopra’s “Mahabharata”, and another “Mahabharat” where “Shaheer Sheik” played “Arjun”. Good looking chap and a good actor.
3. A few shlokas learnt over the years. (Jokes apart)
4. Highest qualification – “Life”



Life is most definitely a teacher, but only a few of us learn from it.


Life does not teach you based and biased on the colour and the type of the clothes you wear. Or your age, gender or education for that matter. It comes to you in all colours, shapes and sizes.

Similarly, to share the views on the ways to lead life or look at life, the clothes one wears do not play a part in it.  When saffron clad learned men and women sit in front of a mic and teach the ways of life, the live audience nod their heads in agreement and awe and promise to follow the suggested ways, like a mantra.

Do we spare the same faith to the philosopher next door, or under the same roof? One may not need to don the colour that heals to help decode life. When certain traditions becomes faith, faith becomes obsolete.

Knowledge is not awarded to a human based on clothes, gender, age etc. There is no ideal picture of a wise person. Just the frames to the pictures are alluring, and then portrait seems perfect, irrespective of the picture in it.

Neither do I wear saffron attire, nor have I renounced the simple pleasures of life. I am just another human being.


“The path towards knowledge makes one look externally. The path towards wisdom seeks internal intervention” – Hema S


That internal intervention is the beginning of wisdom.

I shall talk about my understanding of life in general.  Life has happened to me too, as to you, and as to another. I shall talk about how I decode it and how I understand it.


I shall talk about


“Life…From the Eyes of a Mini Skirt”.



More decoding will happen in this space. See you here soon.

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Tell and Tale

Everybody dies
And goes to heaven
Though hell is getting overcrowded
And yet there are traffic jams on earth
The one who lends a hand
Is not trusted
And the one who does
Is cursed
We miss someone
But kiss someone else
To numb the pain
We do everything for our gain
But yet never regain
The knowledge to understand
What we lost
And what we found
Just go round and round
In circles of hate
And read books on love
The fact and fiction
Are scrambled in metaphors
We find simplicity very complex
Stratch our heads
And fall over heels
On complexity and call
It simple
A thread becomes a life saver
A  rope a noose
We dont know what relations
To hold on to
And what to lose
We live with ghosts
And ghost the living
Eating is a reflex
And killing a defence
And yet we yell
And kill
Not for food
To survive is to win
And even our twin
Is not our twin
And when our breath
Leaves our side
Everybody dies
And goes to heaven
Though hell is getting overcrowded
And yet there are traffic jams on earth.

Hema S

Constant Change!

In the same cycle
Of rise and set
I was born
In the same cycle
Of rise and set
I was gone
Eveyrthing which seemed complete
Was ripped
Things which seemed shattered
Were a bond
The only thing that changed
Was the name
With every season
And life’s game
But yet again
In the same cycle
Of rise and set
I was born
In the same cycle
Of rise and set
I was gone.

Hema S

Scars…never cavalier!

Wounds have no religion
Scars have the faith to share
Some scars come in closed envelopes
Some flash and leave us bare

Not bonded to the wounds that leave us
It imprints its spirit to our soul
Forgiveness is not what it gives us
Teaching us forgiveness is its goal

Scars are the reflections of the past
For our mind to hold, and spirit to bear
Time may fade some scars away
But the essence of a scar is always there to stay

We all have scars
Nobody is ever spared
Some are trophies to flaunt
Some are punishments which cannot be shared

There are many colours to this art
And many purposes for its  show
Do not search them on just your body
Dive deep into your soul

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Aawaaz.

क्या आईना हैं जो सच बोले

या दर्पन है जो झूठी हैं

दिखे वही जो देखना चाहे

खोटी नियत है या बस

मन की कमजोरी है

Hema S

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Kya aaina hai jo sach bole

Ya darpan hai jo jhooti hai

Dhikhe wohi jo dekhna chaahe

Khoti neeyat hai ya bas

Man ki kamzori hai.

Hema S

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