Articles by Riddhi Sharma

Why?  Why do we have blogs? Why do I have a blog? Why do I need a blog to write on? Is it my narcissism? Isn’t my writing my very own — too precious — to be put up for a public display? Do I write for fame or acclaim?…

खड़ा धनुरधर रणभूमि में हर मुश्किल से लड़ जाने को। है मन दबंग, छिड़ गयी जंग निर्भय, अडिग मिट जाने को। है कहाँ श्याम इस क्षण में इसे हित अनहित समझाने को? हे पार्थ! जो तुमने साधा बाण होगी अति जीवन की हानि क्रोध में बस है झूठी शान जायेगी…

The smile, the charm It struck, no harm, Inexplicable, magical Dramatic, emotional Dreams, fantasy Extremes, ecstasy   Encountered, culminated Attracted, intimidated   Relation,name Demands, claims Expressions, actions Expectations, explanations Hopes, hearts Broken, mended Understood, accepted For real, expected Miscommunication, reaction Dissatisfied, demystified Rupture, crushed….

Anil Kumble, the warrior , the man with a never-say-die spirit bid adieu to the test cricket. What was surprising was the ‘timing’ of the act. We were all aware of Dada’s last innings. But, his announcement for me was a shock. I can’t imagine test cricket without him, the…

Riddhhiculous.com she is dead

The celebration of death The melodious din They gathered to witness The dead man’s grin Though, earlier when he died He looked pale and dull This time no one cried No one broke the lull They knew he was in pain But, now he braced peace While, the rest live…

riddhiculous.com man at war

Blurred hazy, dark and grim Wish they hold me as I swim Sinking falling in a sleepy hollow Behind me, will they follow? Nascent cries, pain, a foul smell Does someone care? I can’t tell Suffocation, nausea, confinement A presence that makes me content Shards of a broken mirror, Sight…

After sporadic sputters in my past blog posts, here I am, waking up from a month long siesta. However, the times are turbulent enough to shake Kumbhakarna’s disposition to sleep. But, I have tried and almost succeeded in my attempt to ‘sleep’. Yes eyes tight shut, senses numb and heart…

Riddhiculous.com flowers and me

This song from the movie Arth happens to be one of my favourites. The lyrics is just so beautiful. Delhi Jams, all thanks to the rains, gave us ample time to listen to some beautiful music. here is what i was listening to yesterday night… I love the last bit…

Morning-Get up-smile- get ready -eat-leave-rick-metro-auto-office-greet-meet-smile-work-“gtalk-gtalk”work-eat-talk-listen-scoldings-crib-curse-argue-survive-dayends-auto-metro-rick-eat-night-exhausted-sleep……….. Morning- Get up- get ready-eat-leave-rick-metro-auto-office-greet-meet-smile-work-“gtalk-gtalk”work-eat-talk-“gtalk”-listen-scoldings-crib-sulk-slog-curse-argue-read-survive-dayends-auto-metro-rick-eat-night-sleep……… True ‘Weakdays‘ and ‘Weakends‘ ….. Mourn-day Toom-sday Wend-sday Thrust-day Fried-day Sad-urday Shun-day

riddhiculous.com desire

Maithili was cribbing about the daily work schedule and the monotony surrounding it. She was not very fond of travelling, especially travelling with in the city. But, being a journalist she was always on the move. At times, she considered herself a misfit for her profession. It was a weird…