Veracity International

Well I wrote this while travelling from Jammu to Udhampur. I couldn’t get the window seat in the bus. P.S : -  If you are travelling on Jammu-Srinagar highway by bus, make sure you get a window seat because if you don’t, you are missing a lot of treat to your eyes. I was returning home after my exams ended. This topic just appeared in my brain when my mind drove me back into the lanes of memories. When I was a child, a mistake was a kind of fun for me. If my Mum told me not to do something, I made it obvious to do that. And then ran away after doing wrong; that hiding from Mum was fun. I did mistakes repeatedly to increase the fun. The mistakes were not some crime then. They were just stupid little things that annoyed everyone else except me.  And whenever I made some serious mistake & it hurt me, I had an option to cry & my Mum's shoulder was there to... wait...not shoulder...my Mum's lap was there to comfort me. It was the best therapy.  Eventually

"The fault in his stars" , said a person at my funeral. Well I'm sorry to say this but the fault is not in my stars, it's in you, my dear society.  Stars are mere collection of rocks & dust. Aren't they ? You leave no stone unturned to depress somebody to death & then shamelessly even gather the courage to mutter words of condolence & pseudo-concern when someone leaves this place forever... But, I don't wanna address you. You people are not those from whom I expect something.  My addressal is to my parents... The loving parents ! Ma, Pa...You loved me much enough right from my childhood & you showered expensive gifts on my every success. But I am also a human & I fail too, sometimes. Doesn't I deserve a second chance ? A mere failure in one exam & you lost your mind. You didn't let any opportunity go away from scolding me...in front of friends, relatives & every Tom , Dick & Harry.

There is huge debate in the market these days. Intolerance;  A tag people are busy accusing each other for carrying. And everyone seems badly offended getting tagged to this word. I don’t understand one thing…WHY? First of all we have to understand what this all buzz about tolerance & intolerance is. Tolerance means acceptance of something that you don’t like. Intolerance means the opposite. Majorly this word is used with political & religious issues. People of different political & religious alignment accuse each other of being intolerant.  And then worse happens. They indulge in deadly affairs.  I would like to comment over this thing in three steps. 1)       Being Intolerant to wrong. 2)       Right conduct. 3)       Proper Understanding. Let’s discuss these one by one:- ·          BEING INTOLERANT TO WRONG In great Indian epic legend “Mahabharta”, Pandavas were the tolerant siblings. They tolerated every masquerade of their evil

To The People of the world, Sub: Some things I(a hooker) want you to listen & understand. Dear you, Yeah, you read that right. I am a hooker or a prostitute or a Vaishya or a Randi. You have a lot of names for me and honestly I am not complaining. This is my profession, and I am not ashamed of what I do. No fucks given! But there is this little thing I wanna tell you all and that is "FUCK YOU". I am a human too. Stop treating me like some stray dog, and stop looking down at me. You think just because you have a business or do a 9-5 job, that gives you the right to belittle us and make fun of hookers? "Hooker" is not an abuse, it's our bread and butter. Stop using "hooker" just to sound cool. Why must you think we can't be raped? Do we not have a right to deny? Can we not be forced by someone? Even our "NO" has meaning. Just because we sell our bodies does not mean we can't be raped. Yes I am raped

Faith moves the Mountains . But , moving a mountain will be a crime . And a lot of crime is do happening in the name of faith these days . One is always apprehensive while talking about faith(or religion). There is always a fear of being 'mistaken'. But when I saw bombings now happening in one of the most peaceful region of the world(Manchester city), I can't stop myself from writing over it. So, all those over-sensitive people who can't stand critical remarks on their faiths or religion; either stay away & don't read any further or keep a 'Burnol' with you coz I'll make sure my words give enough burns on your asses. But Alas... they still won't burn you as much as you have burnt this world & humanity . Without naming any Community or religion at first place, I'm gonna comment on certain beliefs. Because, different people give different definitions of religion. Lets get started, 1)

               Pic credits : Indiatoday.in Pic editing : Manjul Jagotra _____________________________________________ This story is by the winner of a contest organised by instagram page Heart___speaks. About the Winner : Sumbul Hyder (20), hails from Bhopal (India). She is a Management student with keen interest in writing. She has co-authored the book "The Relatable Tales"(Link at the end). The book is an anthology of short tales. She loves watching movies & singing. She wants to travel the world with pen, diary & a camera. _____________________________________________                     "THE DARK NIGHT" The night was darker than the usual, the air moved gently caressing my cheeks and then, i heard a voice... "Undress." It's been 8 months now. Each wall of this house has seen me killing my dignity. Each window has silenced my shrieks. Each and every door has a story to be unlocked. The wardrobe, it hides my

When someone gets heartbroken, one feels that he is going through an enormous pain that no one has ever gone through. However, this is not the truth. And most probably if you are reading this article then you are looking for someone who can help you in moving on after breakup. Its You Well, what if I tell you that the person you are looking for is the one you see in the mirror every morning while brushing your teeth & fixing your hair. Yes, its you. That's it. If you can't help yourself after breakup, no one else can. Okay , if you still want a friend who may help you, then that friend is Time . It will heal your pain slowly. But you need to look up into the mirror just like you did before. Don't see yourself as a broken soul. Even if it's pretending , then pretend that you are the same person who you used to see every day. Stop thinking of past Stop thinking about the good times you had with your partner or GF or BF or whatever it is. This

Before you read : Guest writer: Chetan Bhagat My sincere thanks to one of the biggest writers of India Mr Chetan Bhagat for writing this article . It has inspired me at the first place , I hope it'll inspire all the students out there . __________________________________________ As a 90% aggregate becomes as common as kissing in our movies (no big deal) and cut-offs for good colleges become insane, we wonder if there is anyone who hasn’t scored amazing marks. In the noise of high scorers, we often forget the lakhs of students who score in the fifties, sixties and seventies. We brand them mediocre. We offer them succour with a few articles that cite low scorers who became billionaires or movie stars and have headlines that scream ‘marks don’t matter’. Well, if they didn’t matter, why on earth would everyone be chasing them, is a question they don’t answer.This article is addressed to those low scorers. It’sfor that average guy X who scored, say , a 7

DISCLAIMER: Just third post on this blog & I decided to write something from women's perspective. I hope I won't disappoint you. If I do, please forgive me. Here we go...                 " That Girl On the Scooty" "That's my scooty's key, not your earpin" I yelled at my younger brother who always annoys me whenever I'm in hurry. Anyhow, I was able to get my keys back, "Mummaa look he pulled my pony again"... He always irritates me... Okay, I rode my Honda Activa & rushed out of my house. I had just crossed the first street & there they were, just like every other day, the busy shop owners, busy with there customers & when free,  busy with staring at passing by girls. Actually, they stare even when they have customers, the  only difference a customer's presence makes is that they can not discuss the scores that my figures get on their scale of ten. Otherwise, I can hear them scaling me 5 when I wear Indi

Will you ever settle for anything less than you deserve ? Unless you are too content with your life, your answer will be 'obviously not'. Everyone wants high scores in exams, a high paying job, a big house, a luxury car. So, no body likes 'less'. Oh sorry ! I forgot how much you like that wire'less' smartphone in your hand or a back'less' dress when going out for a party. People want cashless economy as well(I hope Rahul Gandhi isn't reading this) . We may survive with less or more of these things but one thing we can not afford is going emotion'less'. For having emotions is a trait that differentiates us from & marks our superiority over the other creatures of the world. Losing this trait would mean losing humanity & losing something that keeps us humane.  When someone kills someone in some part of the world, just because the other person doesn't belong to his religion/community, that is because

"LOVE" , a word consisting four letters connecting 7 billion people of the world. We can't survive without it. A baby needs mother's love, a teenager needs friends' love & an adult needs his/her partner's love. I don't know why but this last kind of love is somewhere getting lost or being mocked at by so called lovers. When a thing of adults is practiced by teenagers, its almost obvious that it will lose its meaning & the outcomes will be undesirable. Suppose of a drug that can be injected to a person 30 years old or of more age. Now if a 13 year old consumes that drug. What will it do ? Will it work accordingly ? I don't need to tell you the answer. You can guess that very well. Similarly, when this dose of Love required by adults is consumed by minors ( not in age , but minors with their level of maturity & sense of understanding life), this Love-dose works like that wrong-placed drug only. Spoiled with brain; when a 15 yea