bhaavna arora

Why has my murderer now confessed his crime, I’m long dead and forgotten that time. Hail his kindness! I’m rid of my pains, But sad at the nemesis, My murderer is in chains. O God! To my murderer …

Your belly opened up And I came into being I thought you suffered. You toiled your nails in mud I thought you suffered again. Alas! It were true You threw me out Of your belly As you had no food For m…

Vice & Virtue Would you descend to guide me to decipher false and true, I’ve pondered all my life but failed sorting vice and virtue . For Mahavira, meat and wine spelt incinerating hell , …

Between a beautiful lie and a painful truth lies the martyrdom of our soldiers. Though all men die in the same way, there are a few exceptions to this rule. The young officers, who lay down their live…

It started out as just another Thursday for me! I had an interview scheduled with a journalist. So I headed to Starbucks, had a coffee and a great banter on many subjects while the journalist took not…

As the Nation bids adieu to Maj Amit Deswal, a few words run through my mind: Salutes, Pride, Patriotism and also tears, a heavy heart and a BIG loss to the family. There will be plenty to replace Maj…

Chetan Bhagat, National Defence is not quite an art of fiction where we can weave stories from a figment of our imagination. I do the same and know better. It is ground reality to all the people invol…

  Chetan Bhagat article: http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/The-underage-optimist/its-time-to-analyze-orop-with-our-head-not-our-heart/ Dear Chetan Bhagat    Only if head could always rul…