It haunts me..

She was not wearing skimpy clothes, not roaming alone, She wasn't out on roads late at night, not coming out from pubs or discos. A girl in Delhi was raped in a public transport, beaten with rods. Her doctor says she has never seen an assaulted victim with such brutality. How long one will keep transferring the blame on clothes, culture and mobile phones, the long list of Dos and Don'ts for girls? And are YOU telling me that I am not safe even when I follow YOUR set of rules? So here I end up again with another set of false instructions on safety. Arghh!! Well, how about going the other way round for a change? How about instructions on controlling the testosterone level this time? Anyone ready to write a set of instructions for men?

Well, she is fighting for her life, ruined, devastated, thrashed. While I am praying for her recovery, I am equally horrified imagining her future life. with intestine removed, a liver transplant, destroyed reproductive organs, psychological repercussions, mental trauma, adding to that lifelong societal tags like poor-girl, bold girl, tough-fighter or similar adjectives. Even if she recovers completely, the inner wounds will never make her live a normal life again. never ever. And why? Because she was born a girl. Beat that. People die in road accidents, with heart attacks, earthquakes or whatever reason, but not because 'oh, you know she had to die because she was a girl'.

A girl is raped and struggling for life, another girl somewhere might have been killed in the womb. Being a girl, I could have met with either of the two fates. Probably, after thanking my parents to bring me to this world, I should be thankful to each one of you males for not raping me. Although that only happened because YOU decided how much should I cover myself, what time I should not be on roads, what I should say, whom I should not say, how much should I laugh, where should I go, pretty obvious if I go against any of these rules, I become your property. I will be at your mercy. Pathetic. It haunts me. How can I say how much I hate this country which is producing such draconian, inhuman males? What went extremely wrong? From where this ritual of burning a girl alive in the name of sati came in this country and how come its just continuing with one form or other? What makes Indian men so weak and frustrated that they want to establish there pseudo power, fake egos on others. How can any male not feel ashamed and humiliated after that?

This is my country, I was born here so now I have to turn a blind eye and love this country, oh yes because I am a law abiding patriotic citizen..oops sorry, You know what, not anymore. From past few days..months..years this country is giving me no good reason to feel proud for.

Share without care: New mantra of social networking

This sharing thing has been creating a nuisance, so much so that it often pricks you and you end up with 'Oh god why me? or 'I don't want to see this on my wall' or 'Oh please, grow up'. Earlier it use to take your conscience, will power, determination and an inner desire to share your things with others. It was an art of giving, where you felt pleasure in giving and the other end felt gratitude for receiving. Sharing your books, your clothes, your food, your happiness, your sorrows..It was wonderful. Sharing used to make you feel lighter, happier, merrier and thats why it used to be an art. Not everyone could have it, not everyone can share.

But now, sharing is just a click away. Now, it takes literally nothing to share in the virtual world of internet, facebooks and twitter. No clean conscience, no determination, even no brains. Every one is ready to share anything and everything without thinking twice. They share the gory pics, the cartoons, the great thoughts, the awesomes anything. Every time I open my account I have to see so many of my 'friends' sharing so many things and I wonder, do they actually feel good after that. While sharing is acceptable, when atleast you know what you are sharing and why? I don't mind witnessing someone's happy moments, it aches when you see gory, filthy images or texts of one issue or other mixed with half-baked logics or someone else's perception, deception  fanatics-thoughts, or even the pics of this and that god claiming bold enough that sharing it will bring luck and prosperity and what not. It sucks many folds more than those chain mails or million dollar lottery announcements.

Its OK that you shared, you may have felt that grace or pride for being the part of 'the giving', but what about the people at receiving end? what if I don't want to take what you shared? It will be too harsh to say that I don't like it or report abuse (since you are a 'friend' of course being in my friend list) and would be too modest to just overlook or ignore, because many of that shared items are full of hatred, misguiding the society without even checking the source if it even made any sense, what is the motto behind propagating it? Just because you got a free internet and you know how to click your mouse buttons doesn't give you enough reason to share your piece of mind. And more importantly Why should one share anything just like that? and How can one refuse to take it?

About a month ago, while surfing twitter I read a tweet from an eminent journalist who is a senior editor in a national daily, stating RIP to Morgan Freeman. It was shocking, suddenly his face, his movies, his scenes, the dialogues everything started revolving around, since I have always been his great admirer. I was about to retweet the tweet when luckily I thought to check over the internet for the news first and it turned out that it was the hoax. Rumors has been spread by some facebook or twitter lunatics. I cursed them and more than that I cursed him. Most of the times or nearly everytime I trusted his tweets, his opinions, he has been followed by thousands, then why didnt he even bother to check the source first. How can we trust the general public including me to act responsible when responsible people are doing so.

And The Life Goes On..

साँस लेना भी कैसी आदत है
जीये जाना भी क्या रवायत है  
कोई आहट नहीं बदन में कहीं  
कोई साया नहीं है आँखों में  
पाँव बेहिस  हैं, चलते जाते हैं  
इक सफ़र है जो बहता रहता है  
कितने बरसों से, कितनी सदियों से  
जिए जाते हैं, जिए जाते हैं 

आदतें भी अजीब होती हैं|

Dreamless. Meaningless. Clueless. 

Over and over again, this life brings me to a halt out of nowhere. Some kind of pattern, I have started noticing. One moment, the life is going with all good routine, you get habituated with it, feel safe, relaxed and then boom!! Something just pulls you back and holds you for a moment, days or weeks. All of a sudden you are again at the same very place. An absolute zero. In the middle of nowhere. This is the time when you think and you think. Who am I? where am I? and why am I running like everyone? Is it worth it? Is this what I REALLY want? The brain starts struggling with surplus thoughts and emotions, tussle starts between left and the right one and even if the right should be right, logic prevails all and yet again you are left with no choice but to conceal n crush it to somewhere deep inside so that you can carry on again, just without perceiving anything further.

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