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I Miss You Mom

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 26, 2011

11 years back I lost my mother. Her last days were really very painful. She tried hard and ultimately gave up because she couldn't bear the pain. I witnessed her rapid degeneration which subsequently turned into multi system atrophy. She endured the agonizing moments with dignity which left an indelible mark over me. I need to answer her by following her. I still remember the scorching heat of Indian summer the way she kept us safe. Yes, you kept us safe in all the weather. How can I forget the long black hair; the sight of you sitting out in the sun with hair open in one of those cold Sunday... (more)

Tags: love, death, memories, mother, care, old age, son

I Liked the Way She Answered

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 26, 2011

All the time when I failed I tried to shrug away my past to begin new life. With bitterness I consigned my relations to my ill fate. I wondered at my failure and comprehend the reality of my life. They all left with their beautiful and convincing answers but never came back to see me again. I did not know what to do. They made me understand that something wrong with me. Whatever it was but I am thankful to them for enduring my shortcomings. I LIKED THE WAY THEY ANSWERED.

I ask question that why we have to do all those things which comes under the moral scrutiny. Is it a compulsion? Do... (more)

Tags: love, relation, betray

Will He Survive

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 25, 2011

The mystic of swirling life,

If I wonder, I lie.

Over the wretched and charred emotions,

I smiled but tears belied.

Contesting the truth with constructive lies,

To escape, I cannot, but may try.

Over the ruins of struggle of the days past,

I inspire to continue till last.

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Tags: life, survive, truth and lies

Ghost to Love

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 24, 2011

As the time goes by…

I know you won’t pretend…

Many a time you have asked many

And I answered nothing

But you in your questions on your own found the answers.

In the formalities of quarries

You enacted and followed the conventions

And you defined me as liar.

I am left with nothing…

I am left with only armor of love

And that too failed to defend me…

I lied that I am not wounded…

I smiled and you never saw the pain oozing out…

You celebrated your question over my smile…

My answers never breathed... (more)

Tags: love, trust, faith, true love, immortal love

CYBERPOLIS

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 24, 2011

I invite each one of you to undertake journey into the dream World of “Cyberpolis”. I know that you never heard of this word before. You must be wondering about “Cyberpolis”? I was equally wondering when this word I instinctively coined after experiencing the metrics of Cyber world. I understood the prominence of cyber world and its existence. I am treading into the unconventional domain of thinking and perhaps it would appeal your mind too. I wonder at the emerging polis and foresee the radical shift in evolution of our collective thinking. How this is going to transform and what shape it... (more)

Tags: internet, social networking, cyberpolis, cyberworld, megapolis, commune, cyber commune

With Sky of My Grand Ma & Ma

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 23, 2011

More of the life gives less And sky is the one which always redressMy grand ma’s lore about the sky

Titillated narration made me sigh At my mother’s lap for hours to gaze star.Now from oblivion rescuing memories that was kept ajar.Sky as repository has kept my dreams

I hold many hours of twinkling gleamHopping the stars with moon as spring boardFrom the vastness of silence borrowing the nodeScriptures of my thoughts imbedded to twinkling starsI Beholds the mesmerizing pageantry up so farSo many wonders to wander at par Flying Birds when extend it pretends the silken thread... (more)

Tags: moon, mother, grandmother, stars, sky, dreams memories

My First Crush : Monica

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 20, 2011

I just cannot forget the hot sultry days of Bamrauli Air force station in Allahabad. Haunting melodies of 60’s were also making way into the lives of Airmen of Indian Air Force. And one of the most haunting music of its time came in movie by name ‘COME SEPTEMBER’. My father was an Airman and the mess parties were regular feature. Like many other youngsters I too always brazenly tried to hone my twisting skills in those mess party’s. And the music of ‘COME SEPTEMBER’ could elicit the best out of me. I can vividly recall a dainty girl in pink frock when I met her first time in one of the party... (more)

Tags: love, memories, first crush, adolescent love

TO STAND TILL LAST

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 15, 2011

Looking at the sky it is so dull and high;

I wonder over my thirsty and the ploughed land.

To the patches of clouds I begged, I raised my hand

Stop for a while, pour few drops

At your mercy my life my crops

The cruel gust of wind took away my hope

I cried, tears rolls down to my cheeks

Through my parched lips and choking throat

I bid farewell to the unkind clouds

Once again I looked towards the sky

It is still very dull and high

I looked down

I saw a blade of grass

Standing majestically with dignity and... (more)

Tags: life, trust, faith, hope

Death of My Young Sister

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 14, 2011

She is vanishing into the dark folds of…. The immortal remain of her past

Like a distant sound fading away so fast

We are speechless We are helpless

I wish I could keep the death away

Let we say that she stay

Let we pray that she stay

Oh! God keep the demon away

This is not the time for him to play his rhyme

Let her see once more sun shining

Let here see once more world smiling

God I know this must me your mistake

How can she have such a fate?

It is not too late.

Let her live life once more with gait

... (more)

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sexuality:malignant vice turning into benign inevitability

By Uttam Gill, published on Nov 13, 2011

Interestingly at this prime age of my redeeming youth (any body wondering) I am sharing with you my accidental wandering into the work of great scholars like Freud, Ellis. Kraft Ebbing and Paul Robinsons etc. They covered exhaustively the psychosexual phenomenon that includes the following:

Erotic dreams Day time fantasies Narcissism Theory of tumescence Love and courtship Sadism Masochism Fetishism Exhibitionism Bestiality Transvestism

The salacious books, prostitution and forms of mental or physical licentiousness are also the subject they covered extensively.

Certain... (more)

Tags: love, sexuality, ancient art and literature

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