IITs are one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen in life, so lively. Everyone, who lived here says that you can never forget those times of your life when you were studying at the IIT. But every good thing has a potential of hiding bad things. IITs are not missed.
An IIT student qualifies one of the toughest examinations in the country to make his way to the IITs. IITs are not everyone’s cup of tea, not everyone can come and say that ‘yes! I m an IITian . And these students waste their life, even after joining IITs. Why? The rate of suicides in the IITs in growing continuously, it’s becoming contagious. Every Six months, a semester in IIT system, the country witnesses at least one suicide. Why?
The solution that administration is offering at the IITs is removing the ceiling fans because they feel that student hangs himself from fan. Putting Jali walls in balconies, so that no one can jump, banning the internet in night times because they feel that students surf on net irrationally and miss classes. Next thing they will do, remove electric sockets, banning students from using razor blades, covering all the lawns with trampolines so that when one jumps, he wont die, restricting the height of hostels to 3.5 meters?
This is no solution. He, who wants to suicide, will find a way. Suicidal thoughts are an involuntary affliction! We don't choose to think them. Suicidal thoughts just enter; they just come into your mind on their own. And they are very ACTIVE, and they have tremendous emotional power. They urge you, push you, and compel you towards suicide.
Why is it?
At times, the atmosphere around becomes so stressful, so stern, so tense that you just want to run away. The pressure of performing well in academics is so high that sometimes failing is fatal. The expectations are very high that one is ready to waste his life, just for getting flunked in a couple of subjects. But it’s not all who do “DECENT” in CGPA on a scale of 10 live, some who are better than the average also, suicide. Well in that case, you can’t say that the pressure of performing was the cause.
Stressful night-outs and pressure to do good in exams. Why? Because that will fetch a good CGPA, then, a multinational company will come, hire you on a package everyone dreams of, and then you will die living the same monotonic and robotic life. Oh you have done good in CG?? Well everyone seems to do that, so may be you should try in sports. Then, some people are still better than you, lets try something in the extra circulars, but you are not gifted; are you? So what will you show to the panel who will check you during the placements and mark you “OK CHECKED TESTED”
One big truth that no one is ready to accept is that you cant just force someone to study. Providing best of the faculty, best of the resources and best of the infrastructure; with a tag of best in country, doesn’t entitle a student to study. The feeling to study well and do well in exams, comes from inside. Those who wants to do it, do it. Why did you do something meaningful in your life? Did someone forced you?
But here in IITs, it becomes your habit because its the habit of other people; people whom the SOCIETY tag as goodfellas. Basically its just like imposing something. Something that you would not want to do always.
There are loopholes in the administration, but the administration is not ready to accept that; may be because of its pride or may be because paperwork is blind, emotionless.
If you fail in one subject, its not so easy to pass it again. Thats a big fault in administration. You have to go to dean then to director, then to HOD, then to Professor then to OC TimeTable then to classes. This whole process not only wastes energy ink and papers, but also the faith of the students from the system. And wait, there is even more!! Uneven distribution of the credits in different branches, while some can clear two backlogs, some cant even afford to clear one! And what would these do? They will pass with their juniors.
IIT system believes that a student should be taught all the fields related to technology and not only restrict the syllabus to his particular stream. But where the hell does it makes some difference? They float electives, we register once, and then we don’t go to classes because in a class of 150, its too boring and noisy to understand anything. This semester, i m pursuing my second elective, and i don’t even know the code of the first one i did. Pity on such educational system.
They stress to teach millions of subjects, but if u ask a second year guy to write one paragraph about all the 14 subjects he did in his first year, it will take him a century. Frankly speaking, 99% of the people don’t even remember what they learned, and 60% don’t even know what are they cramming a night before exams.
To be continued....
Monday, February 7, 2011
Thursday, November 25, 2010
I miss...
I m so small to say this,
I m amateur.
but i miss a lot in my life.
In this life lived so little.
I miss the times i played with my brother,
i miss the times i fought with the colony kids,
i miss the times when i was hiding in that old jeep,
and the times when papa got that ice cream brick,
i miss watching cartoons,
and laugh on little things,
i miss my brother,
and i miss the ace and the kings.
I miss the times of recess,
when we played chain and rode on seasaw,
i miss that G.K. book,
and spects of Mrs mathur,
i miss my school, i miss my home,
i miss my friends,
i miss my mom,
i miss my dad,
i miss everyone,
why m i so sad.
I wish i could be a kid again.,
innocent,
tensionFree,
like a bird.
I miss the times when i thought that superman is real,
i miss those moments,
i fought with the wall,
like a ninja turtle.
i miss raising my fist,
high in the air,
and expecting to fly,
i miss the times,
when i cried.
I miss those days,
when i was nine.
I miss the world.
in little fist of mine.
I miss mickey, i miss minnie,
i miss alladin, abu and jinni.
I miss my tricycle,
i miss my waterbottle,
Its not so far,
i m still a kid,
I cant live those moments again,
coz i wont just fit.
Innocence gone,
took smile with it.
I wish for a childhood express,
with a lifetime ticket.
I m amateur.
but i miss a lot in my life.
In this life lived so little.
I miss the times i played with my brother,
i miss the times i fought with the colony kids,
i miss the times when i was hiding in that old jeep,
and the times when papa got that ice cream brick,
i miss watching cartoons,
and laugh on little things,
i miss my brother,
and i miss the ace and the kings.
I miss the times of recess,
when we played chain and rode on seasaw,
i miss that G.K. book,
and spects of Mrs mathur,
i miss my school, i miss my home,
i miss my friends,
i miss my mom,
i miss my dad,
i miss everyone,
why m i so sad.
I wish i could be a kid again.,
innocent,
tensionFree,
like a bird.
I miss the times when i thought that superman is real,
i miss those moments,
i fought with the wall,
like a ninja turtle.
i miss raising my fist,
high in the air,
and expecting to fly,
i miss the times,
when i cried.
I miss those days,
when i was nine.
I miss the world.
in little fist of mine.
I miss mickey, i miss minnie,
i miss alladin, abu and jinni.
I miss my tricycle,
i miss my waterbottle,
Its not so far,
i m still a kid,
I cant live those moments again,
coz i wont just fit.
Innocence gone,
took smile with it.
I wish for a childhood express,
with a lifetime ticket.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
She..
Tha wo khwab ya thi haqueekat,
Ye batana kuch mumkin nhi lagta.
Burke k peeche chupi,
Un do kanji aankho k nazrane se,
Na jane ye dil kyo nhi hat ta..
Harj to hame b tha
Harj to unhe b tha,
Wo kuch keh nhi sakte the,
Hum kuch kar nhi sakte the.
Sirf unhe hi nahi,
Harj to un aankho ko b tha,
Ki chamakta hua sa ek chand ,
Gulab si mehki bandisho me tha.
Ek bar ki bat h,
Roshan si kuch rat thi,
ek jheel jhilmila rahi thi.
Aun un aankho ka noor,
Us jheel ki si tasweer bana rahi thi.
Burke k jharokhe se,
Uski aanko se meri aankhe jo mili,
Sharma gae ham,
Sharma gai wo,
Aur hontho pe uske, aisa aga mujhe,
Jaise koi hasi khili.
Chand b kuch kam roshan tha us rat,
Uska chehra jo burke ki aad me chupa tha.
Kehte h wo,
Chand roshan h sooraj ki roshni se,
Kehta hu main,
Uske chehre k tilism se,
Das chand bhi roshan ho jate.
Pata to nhi h mujhe,
Par khoobsoorat rahi hogi wo,
Us burke k peeche,
Par kya karu dosto,
Daba hu m bhi,
Duniya ki bandisho ke neeche.
Dukh to use b tha,
Dukh to mujhe b tha,
Kaid thi wo,
Aur dard mujhe b tha.
Ye batana kuch mumkin nhi lagta.
Burke k peeche chupi,
Un do kanji aankho k nazrane se,
Na jane ye dil kyo nhi hat ta..
Harj to hame b tha
Harj to unhe b tha,
Wo kuch keh nhi sakte the,
Hum kuch kar nhi sakte the.
Sirf unhe hi nahi,
Harj to un aankho ko b tha,
Ki chamakta hua sa ek chand ,
Gulab si mehki bandisho me tha.
Ek bar ki bat h,
Roshan si kuch rat thi,
ek jheel jhilmila rahi thi.
Aun un aankho ka noor,
Us jheel ki si tasweer bana rahi thi.
Burke k jharokhe se,
Uski aanko se meri aankhe jo mili,
Sharma gae ham,
Sharma gai wo,
Aur hontho pe uske, aisa aga mujhe,
Jaise koi hasi khili.
Chand b kuch kam roshan tha us rat,
Uska chehra jo burke ki aad me chupa tha.
Kehte h wo,
Chand roshan h sooraj ki roshni se,
Kehta hu main,
Uske chehre k tilism se,
Das chand bhi roshan ho jate.
Pata to nhi h mujhe,
Par khoobsoorat rahi hogi wo,
Us burke k peeche,
Par kya karu dosto,
Daba hu m bhi,
Duniya ki bandisho ke neeche.
Dukh to use b tha,
Dukh to mujhe b tha,
Kaid thi wo,
Aur dard mujhe b tha.
Prostitution is Better-A reply
first of all, i do agree with one commonn point (which even i thought of) that the girls are forced up in this bussiness. as bond suggested the figures 90% girls. well, to this point i thoroughly agree and this infact is an unputdownable fact, but let me make up the story of hema a litttle.
Hema, she is a prostitute, who was working in the red light areas of bombay lately, a client ended her career, bt how did it started? Since i am making up this story, lets all assume that she was forced in this flesh business, but there are a few ways to be forced. Kidnapped and forced or forced because of poverty. may be she was kidnapped and then put into this business or her parents sold her because of poverty( this happens in Orrisa Bihar and Up and CG during famine and because of poverty) or she found her dreams of living a nice and posh liffe, just like they use to show in TV, by poverty. well the latter is a modest way of saying that she was forced, and ya she was forced.
now lets make the equations a bit more complex( not more complex than JEE prep or epsilon delta method). if she was kidnapped, she might had been kidnapped from a decent family, or from some village of orisa and from a poor family. if the former case has happened, then the police has some pressure, and they usually end up finding the girl at some place. and even if the girl is forced then that counts near about 10% of that 90% mentioned.
lets just keep this discussion in the back of the mind, and talk some facts. lately i was reading an article by Mr. Harsh Mandar, he wrote a sad story about the death of a girl in orisa, he was acquainted with. her father was a peasant in the village, one day some due to some disease( dn remember what) her mother was hospitalised. due to greedy doctors and their demands of bribery her father lost all their saved money. he then borrowed some money from a relative, and buyed seeds to do farming, but that year famine hit the state, and he was debt ridden. they dint had enough food to eat. one fist full of rice was enough for the family of five, that too thrice in a week.
one day that relative turns up, and made a deal. he will raise up his daughter, and in return all the debt will be cleared. her parents thought that their girl will die in this poverty along with them, so to save her, they sold her. this case went to police and press, and the father was put in jail along with that relative. The girl was "RESCUED". in hearing, her father and mother kept on saying (they had lost their other children)" AAP LOG KYO NHI SAMAJH RAHE HO, HUM USE PYAR KARTE THE< NAHI CHATE THE K WO MAR JAE, ISLIE HAMNE AISA KIA" but no one listened from the same "POOR" perspective he was talking about. he was bailed, again it cost money and they came at worse situation than they were before. The girl died a few weeks later, but no press personnel came to check that what was the reason.
The sole point of mentioning this incident, Most of the POOR girls, are forced either by their family or SOCIETY to do this. No one wants to be a prostitute, but in some way, prostitution is better than dying of poverty, dying of malnutrition. prostitutes, strippers, bar dancers, they earn money in big cities and live an honored life in their respective hometowns. When money comes, respect comes along, and no one asks where did it came, only rumor talks, nothing much; But this all is far below a good life.
I am not saying that if we are legalizing it that means we will open some frankfinn institute, that will train prostitutes, not air hostesses; i m not saying that our mothers, and sisters will then pick up this option as a career. I am just saying that it is to help those who are suffering because they thought that prostitution is a better business than poverty.
They already are in hell, prostitution will help them coming out. It will not happen all of a sudden, it might take a decade, or a generation, but it surey will open some doors instead of closing them.
Legalizing it will meann that prostitutes will have some social status, self respect. they will be able to walk with us, not like they have to hide all the time. Their children will be treated with all due respect. There will be complications, same complications that the Black people faced in USA to prove their existence, or even worse, but it will contribute towards their good future. I m intentionally using the word Good instead of Bright here, coz it will take time.
Now it will help them too who are literally forced. What happened cant be undone, but if the process of legalization starts, if society give them equal rights, then those who dont want to continue it can come out. At least they will have some way out. They wont fear that the society will not accept them. It will be better if a prostitute comes out of this pit, than dying (suicide or slow death). When a girl is forced, I am sure, she is not aware what can be done, she is under tight security of pimps, but later she can always come out, no one in the "CIVILIZED"(what we think of us) society will say that she is "CHARACTERLESS"(like we all are very good fellas, look in your own soul).
This might be a vice, but only if drinking and smoking is a vice, which dont seem to be. We in India, are drinking too regularly (both rich and poor), and one day we will end up like germans!!
A wound will never heal if its left open for houseflies, water dust. prevention is done. and if someone is curing something, then he automatically takes prevention, but only prevention might not heal the wound.
Hema, she is a prostitute, who was working in the red light areas of bombay lately, a client ended her career, bt how did it started? Since i am making up this story, lets all assume that she was forced in this flesh business, but there are a few ways to be forced. Kidnapped and forced or forced because of poverty. may be she was kidnapped and then put into this business or her parents sold her because of poverty( this happens in Orrisa Bihar and Up and CG during famine and because of poverty) or she found her dreams of living a nice and posh liffe, just like they use to show in TV, by poverty. well the latter is a modest way of saying that she was forced, and ya she was forced.
now lets make the equations a bit more complex( not more complex than JEE prep or epsilon delta method). if she was kidnapped, she might had been kidnapped from a decent family, or from some village of orisa and from a poor family. if the former case has happened, then the police has some pressure, and they usually end up finding the girl at some place. and even if the girl is forced then that counts near about 10% of that 90% mentioned.
lets just keep this discussion in the back of the mind, and talk some facts. lately i was reading an article by Mr. Harsh Mandar, he wrote a sad story about the death of a girl in orisa, he was acquainted with. her father was a peasant in the village, one day some due to some disease( dn remember what) her mother was hospitalised. due to greedy doctors and their demands of bribery her father lost all their saved money. he then borrowed some money from a relative, and buyed seeds to do farming, but that year famine hit the state, and he was debt ridden. they dint had enough food to eat. one fist full of rice was enough for the family of five, that too thrice in a week.
one day that relative turns up, and made a deal. he will raise up his daughter, and in return all the debt will be cleared. her parents thought that their girl will die in this poverty along with them, so to save her, they sold her. this case went to police and press, and the father was put in jail along with that relative. The girl was "RESCUED". in hearing, her father and mother kept on saying (they had lost their other children)" AAP LOG KYO NHI SAMAJH RAHE HO, HUM USE PYAR KARTE THE< NAHI CHATE THE K WO MAR JAE, ISLIE HAMNE AISA KIA" but no one listened from the same "POOR" perspective he was talking about. he was bailed, again it cost money and they came at worse situation than they were before. The girl died a few weeks later, but no press personnel came to check that what was the reason.
The sole point of mentioning this incident, Most of the POOR girls, are forced either by their family or SOCIETY to do this. No one wants to be a prostitute, but in some way, prostitution is better than dying of poverty, dying of malnutrition. prostitutes, strippers, bar dancers, they earn money in big cities and live an honored life in their respective hometowns. When money comes, respect comes along, and no one asks where did it came, only rumor talks, nothing much; But this all is far below a good life.
I am not saying that if we are legalizing it that means we will open some frankfinn institute, that will train prostitutes, not air hostesses; i m not saying that our mothers, and sisters will then pick up this option as a career. I am just saying that it is to help those who are suffering because they thought that prostitution is a better business than poverty.
They already are in hell, prostitution will help them coming out. It will not happen all of a sudden, it might take a decade, or a generation, but it surey will open some doors instead of closing them.
Legalizing it will meann that prostitutes will have some social status, self respect. they will be able to walk with us, not like they have to hide all the time. Their children will be treated with all due respect. There will be complications, same complications that the Black people faced in USA to prove their existence, or even worse, but it will contribute towards their good future. I m intentionally using the word Good instead of Bright here, coz it will take time.
Now it will help them too who are literally forced. What happened cant be undone, but if the process of legalization starts, if society give them equal rights, then those who dont want to continue it can come out. At least they will have some way out. They wont fear that the society will not accept them. It will be better if a prostitute comes out of this pit, than dying (suicide or slow death). When a girl is forced, I am sure, she is not aware what can be done, she is under tight security of pimps, but later she can always come out, no one in the "CIVILIZED"(what we think of us) society will say that she is "CHARACTERLESS"(like we all are very good fellas, look in your own soul).
This might be a vice, but only if drinking and smoking is a vice, which dont seem to be. We in India, are drinking too regularly (both rich and poor), and one day we will end up like germans!!
A wound will never heal if its left open for houseflies, water dust. prevention is done. and if someone is curing something, then he automatically takes prevention, but only prevention might not heal the wound.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Prostitution is better!!
Sex, it is the biggest taboo in the society. You can talk to your parents on any issue, but you might feel shy while talking on this issue. It’s something which should remain hidden, which should not be talked, which should not even be raised in the discussions. Those who talk about it are maniacs, they are not social animals, but animals, they are of the stature of those who rob, those who are not healthy elements of the society, those who are criminals, those who rape. But did anybody think that why people rape? First I should make this fact very clear that I am here neither supporting rapists nor saying that those who rape are good fellows to this society, also I am strictly not talking about the child molesters, because this is a crime whose noun is greater than murder. Molesting a child means killing humanity, and then raping it. Kids are the most beautiful and innocent species on this planet. They are never ugly, they are cute, and their voice is the voice of God Himself, and their molesters don’t deserve to be even talked about.
Resuming, one big question which no one asks, why people rape. Our sisters, friends, mothers, wives or any other relative feel insecure to go out alone. Why is it? If it was always like this, then why is it not changed? If we try to give a look around us, i feel that prostitution is one of those ways which can help this country. I mean, it’s one better way to stop women harassment, child molestation, and other evil practices. I am also not saying that we should associate to prostitutes, but it seems to be one way when we don’t have anything to lose. Many European nations have this prostitution business legalized, and surprisingly the rate of such crimes is far more lower than our country.
Please allow me to tell a small story.
Kallu returns to his small one room hut, every night, broken by the weight of hammer he strikes to break stones at the quarry, he is smoking since the age of 12 and drinking since 13, he is 33 years old now, has 4 children, married twice, his first wife died during giving birth to his third child, and the second wife will be dead in some time due to poverty. His father use to work at the same quarry, when one day he died out of excessive drinking problems, and then he was forced to work to bought up his poor family. He is working there for about two decades now. In the beginning, when his shoulders and back pained, one fellow suggested him to drink. He found so much pleasure in it, all the pain was relieves at once, every tension was gone, he was feeling like a free flag again. He then got used to this so much, that now, if he don’t drinks, he feels pain all over his body. He has one elder daughter, three sons, one 10 years and one 6 years old. One kid from second wife is a toddler. Every night he comes home, he is drunk, all tired, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he is feeling this terrible time coming. His kids come to him asking for money, but the money is gone, all in drinking. Toddler making noises, wife abusing kids asking for food. What else she could do, there is no god damn food, she already has so much tensions. Kallus whole life rewinds, he saw this before, with his father, with himself. He is so disturbed, by the pain, by the noises, by the constant abusing of his wife, he is tensed, because he is left with no money, because he is not satisfied with his life. He thought of making love with his wife, which will be like a force from one side and like a unwilling agreement from other side, but this will bring more kids, more problems, more tension, already a girl is getting young, basti boys have started following her, he is bounded. He see that all the problems are coming after him, and will leave him after his death. He tries to run, but they are everywhere, he get up on bed, beat his children, beat his wife. This happens every day. One day he kills all, and suicides.
This is one story, you may feel that that was more because of poverty than the feeling of having sex, but how about this?
Ravi is an assistant engineer in a private firm, earns good, enough to live happily. He is married for five years and has three kids. His salary is increasing day by day, he is doing fine, but he beats his wife, harasses her. May be, he is not satisfied. Or maybe he share same fear for the future like kallu.
The fact is that married men are not mentally satisfied from their wives, and some little tensions can lead to miserable results.
Coming back to the rapes and molestations, most of the guys involved are unemployed, young, unmarried, and misguided, having a thirst from the within, and when in a desert, one would do anything to quench his thirst.
Once I attended this show, where one president of a Hindu party was addressing people on the issue of Valentine Day. I remember these words of him “ In western countries, woman is a thing of use, a thing of exploitation, a thing to enjoy and forget, while in India, we consider woman ad our sister, our mother, we worship women” The same Mr. President was grilled for 15 days in a rape case, this may, after about a year and half and he got easy bail because of his politics connections. I don’t think I need to say any further.
Let’s consider that Mr. P was drunk and he did all this out of innocence, and that what he said at that show was correct, then also, what justice are we doing to women? We are worse than animals.
Enough talk on the side of common man, let me tell u this story about a prostitute hema, I saw her on a news channel. Her clients often beat her, she termed this as “OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD”. One day one client broke her arm and stabbed her in between her legs because he was not satisfied. She went to police, but police let her down because Mr. Ambedkar did not thought that one day this condition will come, and according to police, she was doing illegal job.
Now, compiling all this, what do we learned. Hema was also a woman, she was harassed, she could have been killed though this incident ended her career, but she was harassed too, like millions of other women, some prostitutes, some housewives, some daughters, some mothers. It’s all happening already, and it’s not gonna stop, so if we have nothing to lose, why not legalize the prostitution. It will help prostitutes too; it will help millions of women. If there are some laws, on which some old chaps are running this country, add one more. What’s wrong?? It’s not gonna affect anything, this are worse than worst, AIDS,HIV are already in this country, this will bring awareness among people, to use proper protection. Government can spend millions to bring “SEX EDUCATION” in text books, but that’s not gonna help those who are illiterate, because they are the one needing some serious education.
Resuming, one big question which no one asks, why people rape. Our sisters, friends, mothers, wives or any other relative feel insecure to go out alone. Why is it? If it was always like this, then why is it not changed? If we try to give a look around us, i feel that prostitution is one of those ways which can help this country. I mean, it’s one better way to stop women harassment, child molestation, and other evil practices. I am also not saying that we should associate to prostitutes, but it seems to be one way when we don’t have anything to lose. Many European nations have this prostitution business legalized, and surprisingly the rate of such crimes is far more lower than our country.
Please allow me to tell a small story.
Kallu returns to his small one room hut, every night, broken by the weight of hammer he strikes to break stones at the quarry, he is smoking since the age of 12 and drinking since 13, he is 33 years old now, has 4 children, married twice, his first wife died during giving birth to his third child, and the second wife will be dead in some time due to poverty. His father use to work at the same quarry, when one day he died out of excessive drinking problems, and then he was forced to work to bought up his poor family. He is working there for about two decades now. In the beginning, when his shoulders and back pained, one fellow suggested him to drink. He found so much pleasure in it, all the pain was relieves at once, every tension was gone, he was feeling like a free flag again. He then got used to this so much, that now, if he don’t drinks, he feels pain all over his body. He has one elder daughter, three sons, one 10 years and one 6 years old. One kid from second wife is a toddler. Every night he comes home, he is drunk, all tired, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he is feeling this terrible time coming. His kids come to him asking for money, but the money is gone, all in drinking. Toddler making noises, wife abusing kids asking for food. What else she could do, there is no god damn food, she already has so much tensions. Kallus whole life rewinds, he saw this before, with his father, with himself. He is so disturbed, by the pain, by the noises, by the constant abusing of his wife, he is tensed, because he is left with no money, because he is not satisfied with his life. He thought of making love with his wife, which will be like a force from one side and like a unwilling agreement from other side, but this will bring more kids, more problems, more tension, already a girl is getting young, basti boys have started following her, he is bounded. He see that all the problems are coming after him, and will leave him after his death. He tries to run, but they are everywhere, he get up on bed, beat his children, beat his wife. This happens every day. One day he kills all, and suicides.
This is one story, you may feel that that was more because of poverty than the feeling of having sex, but how about this?
Ravi is an assistant engineer in a private firm, earns good, enough to live happily. He is married for five years and has three kids. His salary is increasing day by day, he is doing fine, but he beats his wife, harasses her. May be, he is not satisfied. Or maybe he share same fear for the future like kallu.
The fact is that married men are not mentally satisfied from their wives, and some little tensions can lead to miserable results.
Coming back to the rapes and molestations, most of the guys involved are unemployed, young, unmarried, and misguided, having a thirst from the within, and when in a desert, one would do anything to quench his thirst.
Once I attended this show, where one president of a Hindu party was addressing people on the issue of Valentine Day. I remember these words of him “ In western countries, woman is a thing of use, a thing of exploitation, a thing to enjoy and forget, while in India, we consider woman ad our sister, our mother, we worship women” The same Mr. President was grilled for 15 days in a rape case, this may, after about a year and half and he got easy bail because of his politics connections. I don’t think I need to say any further.
Let’s consider that Mr. P was drunk and he did all this out of innocence, and that what he said at that show was correct, then also, what justice are we doing to women? We are worse than animals.
Enough talk on the side of common man, let me tell u this story about a prostitute hema, I saw her on a news channel. Her clients often beat her, she termed this as “OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD”. One day one client broke her arm and stabbed her in between her legs because he was not satisfied. She went to police, but police let her down because Mr. Ambedkar did not thought that one day this condition will come, and according to police, she was doing illegal job.
Now, compiling all this, what do we learned. Hema was also a woman, she was harassed, she could have been killed though this incident ended her career, but she was harassed too, like millions of other women, some prostitutes, some housewives, some daughters, some mothers. It’s all happening already, and it’s not gonna stop, so if we have nothing to lose, why not legalize the prostitution. It will help prostitutes too; it will help millions of women. If there are some laws, on which some old chaps are running this country, add one more. What’s wrong?? It’s not gonna affect anything, this are worse than worst, AIDS,HIV are already in this country, this will bring awareness among people, to use proper protection. Government can spend millions to bring “SEX EDUCATION” in text books, but that’s not gonna help those who are illiterate, because they are the one needing some serious education.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
i was still alive 4
My thoughts were interrupted when a group of young people came asking my name to the neighbors. My uncle stood up and went to them, they told they were my friends from IIT. More friends came, seniors came, some teachers came, everyone came, I don’t know who told everyone, but must be my friends only. Some joined others and shed some tears, some sobbed, some remained silent, some looked very impatient and frustrated, may be by the will of God or may be for me or possibly because of the faint atmosphere. I saw all of them, sad and silent, and remembered all those moments when they were equally blissful, equally joyful, and equally happy. I remembered how we use to fight over small things, how we contend for same toy, how we use to race with our small small bicycles, how we shared lunch together, how we played in the recess, how we sat on same bench, our first birthday party, or how we went on a school trip and enjoyed there, I remembered their joyful faces when I was selected, and their smiles when I slipped on banana, I saw my friends and seniors and their face reminded me of the joy when we two were ragged together by them, I remembered everything about how we enjoyed all these moments.
I saw some relatives were making a bed for me, the same type which is used in the funerals to carry the dead. They were doing it traditionally, binding bamboo together and laying some hay straw on it and the several other things to provide the corpse with leisure. After a few minutes it was ready, and my body was lying on it. My father, grandfather uncle and cousins gave their shoulders to lift me up. Ladies in the house tried to stop them by grabbing my legs and some ladies came from backside tried to stop those ladies, and my body was going. I saw my mother stretching her hands towards my body and I was going out of her reach. As I went far her tears turned turbulent, her voice became louder and her crying increased. I could so nothing to help her, except for watching her. I gave a look at those three elder people who were assisting my brother, those fellows were surely shared same hard luck, they must had never thought of this, I mean who thinks that he will carry his son’s dead body, or who wants to, bout its just another trick of nature, may be to fulfill the wrongs that you have done or just to enjoy.
As I saw my body going I felt that all those portraits of a good life, better future, a big business, a big car, marrying her, living in a big house everything shattered, every thing was washed away, everything was going with my body, and I could do nothing. I remembered how I “invested” time for my better future which never exists and which will never exist now. I felt bad that I chose a different way, way to work, way on which I didn’t enjoyed the present but kept on thinking about future, way on which only my dreams were walking with me and since they were slow, I thought I m fast. I made no mistake in weaving dreams, I made mistake in making them true. Now at this point of time, I learned a few more good things, which I would follow in my next life( I am dreaming again, cant stop myself) that dreams do need a lot of effort to be converted into a real big thing , but not on the cost of life and definitely not on the cost of hurting anyone, be it friends, family, love anyone, and not on the cost of joy and pleasure that u can get with your loved ones, your friend, your family when u are with them. And what more I get to know was that this was a trick which was like a hidden file in nature, and this trick helps you to won the game, this is your ace. And if u don’t use this ace, may be one day u will be sitting on the top floor of a big building, may be you will buy a luxury suite for living, may be u will ride a Rolls Royce and may be u will have everything, but u wont have the memories of the joy and fun that u can collect living in present only.
I again teleported myself to the place where I was about to be burned, but something went wrong in the middle, the smooth going teleporting system was shaking, I felt my body was shaking and I heard that my mother stopped crying, may be because she had accepted that I will never come back or may be because she was trying to wake me up. Her sweet voice touched my ear drums; get up dear, its 11 in the morning. And I woke up all of a sudden, I was just sitting, my eyes wide open, and I pinched myself, ouch it was reality, and that was a dream. Mom looking at me and wondering what happened to me. I was quite amazed that I was alive.
Is every thing fine??? Are you alright?? She asked.
“I m absolutely fine mom! U won’t believe what I just saw in dream” I said in a low smiling voice “I’ll tell all that to u later”
I had learned many things by this dream or now I should frame it as a “nightmare” that one should not forget, sometimes we get so busy in ourselves that we forget everyone who is or who someday was very close to us, and the only time after which we remember them is when they die. And this is the reason why some people look frustrated on such times, they are frustrated by themselves, their life that one day they will end up in same and this is not frustration possibly, this is fear. It looks like frustration because it came from anger which u cant show, and remember fear is the root of anger
I saw some relatives were making a bed for me, the same type which is used in the funerals to carry the dead. They were doing it traditionally, binding bamboo together and laying some hay straw on it and the several other things to provide the corpse with leisure. After a few minutes it was ready, and my body was lying on it. My father, grandfather uncle and cousins gave their shoulders to lift me up. Ladies in the house tried to stop them by grabbing my legs and some ladies came from backside tried to stop those ladies, and my body was going. I saw my mother stretching her hands towards my body and I was going out of her reach. As I went far her tears turned turbulent, her voice became louder and her crying increased. I could so nothing to help her, except for watching her. I gave a look at those three elder people who were assisting my brother, those fellows were surely shared same hard luck, they must had never thought of this, I mean who thinks that he will carry his son’s dead body, or who wants to, bout its just another trick of nature, may be to fulfill the wrongs that you have done or just to enjoy.
As I saw my body going I felt that all those portraits of a good life, better future, a big business, a big car, marrying her, living in a big house everything shattered, every thing was washed away, everything was going with my body, and I could do nothing. I remembered how I “invested” time for my better future which never exists and which will never exist now. I felt bad that I chose a different way, way to work, way on which I didn’t enjoyed the present but kept on thinking about future, way on which only my dreams were walking with me and since they were slow, I thought I m fast. I made no mistake in weaving dreams, I made mistake in making them true. Now at this point of time, I learned a few more good things, which I would follow in my next life( I am dreaming again, cant stop myself) that dreams do need a lot of effort to be converted into a real big thing , but not on the cost of life and definitely not on the cost of hurting anyone, be it friends, family, love anyone, and not on the cost of joy and pleasure that u can get with your loved ones, your friend, your family when u are with them. And what more I get to know was that this was a trick which was like a hidden file in nature, and this trick helps you to won the game, this is your ace. And if u don’t use this ace, may be one day u will be sitting on the top floor of a big building, may be you will buy a luxury suite for living, may be u will ride a Rolls Royce and may be u will have everything, but u wont have the memories of the joy and fun that u can collect living in present only.
I again teleported myself to the place where I was about to be burned, but something went wrong in the middle, the smooth going teleporting system was shaking, I felt my body was shaking and I heard that my mother stopped crying, may be because she had accepted that I will never come back or may be because she was trying to wake me up. Her sweet voice touched my ear drums; get up dear, its 11 in the morning. And I woke up all of a sudden, I was just sitting, my eyes wide open, and I pinched myself, ouch it was reality, and that was a dream. Mom looking at me and wondering what happened to me. I was quite amazed that I was alive.
Is every thing fine??? Are you alright?? She asked.
“I m absolutely fine mom! U won’t believe what I just saw in dream” I said in a low smiling voice “I’ll tell all that to u later”
I had learned many things by this dream or now I should frame it as a “nightmare” that one should not forget, sometimes we get so busy in ourselves that we forget everyone who is or who someday was very close to us, and the only time after which we remember them is when they die. And this is the reason why some people look frustrated on such times, they are frustrated by themselves, their life that one day they will end up in same and this is not frustration possibly, this is fear. It looks like frustration because it came from anger which u cant show, and remember fear is the root of anger
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