Urvi's Scribbling

How would you imagine your life with a Robot? Life with Robot The Robot would be helpful... do its duty... do as it is asked to... not complain and not change any of your routine. Imagine you talk and there is no genuine feedback because you know what is programmed is the output. Imagine you are the only one who shares loquaciously. When you want it to understand emotions, you will have to tell it all in words because it couldn't see through your expressions. It couldn't read your eyes and just hug you because you deserved it. But hugged you because you asked for. It may masturbate for you... it may tell you jokes if you wanted to be entertained... and even accompany you on a stroll when you felt alone. It would not be like owning a pet... like how your dog would come running, liking all over your face even though it was home alone while you were out. It would just make its presence felt by acting to breath a little louder... just incase you wanted to know that its...

The Sanskrit sloka: Karyeshu dasi, Karaneshu manthri; Bhojeshu mata, Shayaneshu rambha; Kshamayeshu dharithri, Roopeshu lakshmi; Satkarma yukta, Kuladharma pathni. is not related to anti-feminism. The verse is a praise of women. The sloka says that: A homemaker (wife) must be a good loyal worker just like a maid; a good adviser like a minister of King’s court; a caretaker like a mother; Romantic like Rambha, in bed room; a pardoner just like a goddess of earth; a beautiful like Lakshmi, the goddess of leaning and wife of Brahma; and perfect duty minded one. Most important thing is to understand the in depth meaning of the sanskrit poems. Karyeshu dasi:  Not exactly one who works like maid. But what is the main quality we look in maid is loyalty . This implies that as per Indian culture, a wife was expected to be loyal to her husband come what may. Karaneshu Mantri : One who advises during the critical times, if you look at history, Chanakya played such an important ...

Struck by a lightening, Frozen by the light, A light that showed her truth, in the bewildered dark night. That night it burned, the feathers of a flying bird, Left it alone in her world, with no choice but to wait unheard, Her wound got reverse healing, and the pain made her numb, She had to wait patiently sealing, a bitter truth, that broke her into crumb. She had feared the journey, but headed bravely, To make a fiction turn truth; Ohh she failed badly, and couldn't fulfil sadly, The dream she saw in her youth. The journey of despair seems so long, Though useless, she aims to get along; And reach the destination to relish others celebrate, Coz achievement is with whom, she never had a date!

The stars lean down to kiss you, And I lie awake I miss you, Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere. Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly here, I'll miss your arms around me, I'll miss to cuddle around thee, I'll send a postcard to you dear, Cause I wish you were here.

This is a poem I wrote when i was in college and was attracted to a cute guy who had this cutest smile I ever saw.. I nicknamed him ChocoPie. Your smile is what That it makes me be That I always wanted In my sweetest dreams You smile for a while And I cover a mile The journey to your soul The journey to my goal Even if I am brave I shall always grave The glimpe of your smile Just for a while For battles are won No bullet no gun Through lips going wide Of someone beside