bushra writes

Loving the soul of an artist The catharsis that I needed, As I lifted up the brush to paint, My soul uplifted, the symphony it exuded, Somehow it unleashed the inner stress It look away all my pain, my bruises were caressed You cannot cage the human mind, One must unleash to connect with the divine, Feeling exuberant to follow my passion, Not wasting time on any contemplation, The rhythm of my heart and soul experienced bliss To fight my inner demons, the invisible nemesis, To reveal the inner turmoil, the canvass took, Not competing with any of the gobbledygook Healing the heart and mind of it wounds, To help, to cope, to surface the spirit festooned!!

 THE EXTRA CUTENESS QUOTIENT! CATCH 23                              This is the first piece that comes to my mind... i still remember my little Manha handed by the nurse to me .. a bundle of soft cotton wool was how she felt in my arms. She was a chinky looking, bright eyed and chubby cheeked little baby. The best endearing quality about her is her innocence and utmost selfless affection.The challenges of development milestones had been a rough ride especially when every child has been given parameters for each and every damn achievement. Mother hood is a joy known to the blessed. Everyday i thank god for giving me my little Manha. Material things can never give u as much contentment as having these little people. They make u complete as a human being and chisel your personality. All the things that once were taken as granted , after parenthood  i have realized the huge responsibility that it is and how effortless our mums made it look.  The extra chromosome only makes them a bit mo

            Snippets from first few days as a debutante at LMGC                                    Today on founder's day I reminisce the day I joined La Martiniere Girls in the year 1984, with Mrs Keelor as the principal who interviewed me with both my parents and yes all due formalities were adhered to a tee..  she gave my dad the look and told him in her Anglo Indian tone Mr. Masood  " kitna baccha paida karega." ... i was the third in the line of the four siblings. So the day comes with Mrs Shepherd as my lower prep teacher being familiar already as she had been the prep teacher to both my elder sisters,  very affectionately addressed us  as the 'Masood sisters'. Mummy picked me up dressed impeccably in her chiffon saree and took me as i gave off early and yes on a rickshaw ride.As my compensation for the first day of school on the way back treated me at Kwality the most upscale restaurant for all blue blooded people in the 80's.Then came days when the

Rhapsody of a Woman   Life starts for a girl in the womb of her mother,  She smiles and looks at her first love like none other,  She is the one who nurtures and cares,  Her life is centred around her four square,  The little child grows into a dainty young lady,  Her hearts, emotions, desires are a rhapsody,  Days pass so do the years nursing her kindred,  Yet all her ambitions are barricaded,  The abuse and violence grows with the years,  Her eyes have myriad times swelled up with tears,  She hides her pain, fakes a smile and moves on,  Life 's battles are endless and she is full on,  Till the day she can no more take the rebukes,  No fault of her but still chided and nuked,  The hard hearted morons live in harmony,  Enjoying bliss despite the acrimony!!  submitted by: Bushra Masood Anjum