Sudeepta Writes

The Last Resort I am the walls of one of the rooms, located in the N block of a certain colony named Preet Vihar, in the capital city of Delhi. The room belonged to Utkarsh. I had seen him grow before my eyes, right from his childhood, and I was very fond of him. Although the bonding between me and Utkarsh was one sided, yet I felt the relationship to be complete. I felt I knew him inside out. Utkarsh was an average boy who was slow in understanding and grasping things. He had the habit of stammering too. All these qualities naturally made him qualified enough to become the centre of mockery in school, among friends and also among family. But, I always felt his stammers to be innocent and cute. At the age of 10, when he realized for the first time that he had to survive with his peculiarity of stammering for the rest of his life, he felt sad. He cried for hours and I was the sole witness of his tears. It pained me and had I the power of words with me, I would have conveye...

Once a secret, always a secret! Prina Pandey had been a very successful business woman. She was a Brahmin by birth but Banya by mind. She seemed to defy all those stupid logics which claim to prove that women lack business sense. She was happily married with a very co-operative and understanding spouse named, Piyush. The society where we live in, considers those husbands to be ‘an-understanding-type’ who manages to somehow allow the women of the house to work outside, and allowing for business was a step further to be qualifying for the title of ‘super-husband’. Of-course, no question could be asked on why are ‘women-allowed/non-allowed’ and why couldn’t be it a normal affair. Prina had a daughter, Piu, who also seemed to be quite considerate and never let her tantrums become a barrier between Prina and her work. Piu’s grandma would often quote, “Our dear Piu is just like her father. She has no complaints for anyone.” Prina would often smile and wonder whether she h...

Is There a God At All? If no, then why this fight? Who is God? I am not very religion orientated person but I still have a very simple definition of God just like millions of other people in this universe have- A supreme power that is always in favour of human harmony and welfare. It has been assumed that God can do no wrong and has the power of setting everything right. Just like many others, I have been taught right from my childhood to pray God to seek His blessings so that He can protect me from any difficult situation that life poses. But, but, but the recent Kathua Gang Rape Case of an 8 year old kid inside the temple premises completely distorted all my pre-conceived notions about God. It led me to the thinking if there is at all a phenomenon called God. If yes, then is he alive? Should I continue praying to Him? Should I go to the temple or any religious place if this is what He did when something so horrifying was happening in front of Him. If he wasn’t moved by ...

The Terror Formula “Nooooooo, Stop it. Don’t you spray this disgusting and suffocating liquid in the entire house,” I screamed at Mrs. Sharma, the lady of the house where I had been staying since almost ages. She had recently watched a television commercial that very well demonstrated the effectiveness of warding off cockroaches and mosquitoes using two separate liquids in red and black bottles. She had been so thoroughly convinced by the advertisement that she bought both the bottles almost instantly. I too had watched the commercial and was a little nervous. She started with the black bottle first and the pungent smelling liquid made me suffocate and vomit. I ran and flew away as fast as my tiny legs and small wings could carry me to the farthest corner of the house trying best not to inhale the harmful liquid. Mrs. Sharma ran after me but I was faster and succeeded quite easily. On reaching to a safe place inside the slippery kitchen pipe, as I looked behind, I found se...

Hate Letter DEAR FEMALE, Our country India is such a wonderful land. Why the hell did you come here to spoil its beauty and peace? I am just fed up with you and the problems you have created ever since you came to existence. On top of it, day by day the problems you are creating are increasing at a much faster rate which is too much for any land to bear. India too is retaliating and you must take this clue seriously. Who asked you to take birth in this country? Do you feel there is any great thing you can contribute to, positively except for re-producing more male child? But, that too you can’t even guarantee a male birth. Just imagine, just for one precious male child, the entire society has to endure through the entire process of nurturing you till you come at your reproducing age. During the process of your pre-birth if you could have successfully managed to take the Y chromosome from the father and become a boy, your life would have been an asset. But Alas! You did...

Shonar Bangla! “ Maa , I wanted to tell you something since long. I want you to meet Sonal. We have been dating each other since long and want to settle down now,”Joidev managed to utter the words after full night’s rehearsal. Joidev’s mother, Mrs Dey was highly bong in nature. She took pride in Robindro Songeet , Durga Pujo, Jamai Shosti, Maacher Jhol, Rosogolla and above all in not knowing (to speak)the national language of the country-Hindi. “Is she a Bengali?” she enquired in a most casual way. “No Maa . She is from Bihar, but has done her graduation from BHU”, Joidev spoke in a low pitch knowing completely what storm the line would bring next. “B-e-e-h-a-a-r-i!!!!” she screamed “Oh!!! So you are so grown up now. You want to marry and that too a bihari girl. Did you at all think twice before saying these to me,” Mrs Dey said in a pitch louder than normal. Mrs Dey was a widow aged around 50 and mother of her only child, whom she called Babai (typica...