Followers

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Education And Wisdom



Education, the light of one’s life,
The path to success and wisdom.
Wisdom, the ultimate destination,
The destination to a worthy life.
Though education is easy to attain,
much of the time.
But wisdom is not bound by education.
Wisdom is complete,
and education just a half.
The half of a circle,
the circle of life, of enlightenment.
Both are crucial, both are tragic,
and both priceless in ways.
Where education is the key to success,
wisdom is the lock itself.
Incomplete without each other
they strive to be together.
Knowledge lets one know what is needed to be done next.
But how to do it with compassion and simplicity
is known by just wisdom.
One needs to be educated
but he needs to have wisdom too.
Education lifts one up,
wisdom holds him there.
An educated man with strong virtues and wisdom,
is worth all the treasures of gold.
Yes, education wins the heart,
and wisdom wins the soul.
And together when they stand,
they tend to win the world.





Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Know Your Worth Being A Woman




Women, the better half of the society. And where do they stand right now? Do they really get their equal rights and the credits for what they ever do? For all they do, they never get what they deserve.
In the ancient period in India, women were treated equal to men. They were given equal opportunities on the education and income front. They were given proper education and were taught techniques of warfare for protecting themselves. There was not even any purdah system and women didn’t need to hide themselves from anyone. But, since the arrival of the Muslims, mainly Afghans and Mughals, the purdah system came into existence. Women began to be treated as the lesser halves of the society. Their rights were snatched and she was subjected to the will of men.
Women today, have again risen from their position. They have uplifted themselves and the society through their role in it. From Sita and Draupadi to Kalpana Chawla and Malala Yousufzai, the contribution of women to the society is undefinable. Breaking all norms against the suppression of women, defeating evils like sati pratha, devdasi pratha, widow marriage and purdah system, yes, women have come far. But there is still a long way to go. Women are yet to achieve equality in every aspect.
But somewhere in between all these things, there came a time when from complete ignorance to a little knowledge, women began to realise their worth. In their own upliftment, they came to be influenced by western cultures. They realised that the women in West had more rights than them. But the fact is that even the women from the west didn’t have much freedom and rights in their early days. To attract more attention towards themselves, they came to use make-up, ornaments and clothes as tools. These tools for seeking attention began materialising women. This was the time when the requirement of the concept of women empowerment came into light. And today, when women walk on streets, they feel trapped and wounded. Wounded by the eyes of people who continuously scan them throughout. Rapes and murders are day-to-day happenings. Every day, every hour, every minute there is a new headline for such incidents.

Why talking about strangers, our own friends, family members, relatives and we ourselves face threats and teasing in the society. Trust me on this, being a girl, a woman in today’s society is just not easy. When you have to take care of your clothes, your hairs, your waists, your breasts and your bellies, it’s so not easy. You have to take care of even an inch of fat coming out of size zero. You have to wear your sindoor and managalsutra or you are not a loyal wife. You cannot talk to other men if you you have a partner already.
One of these things that I have felt is the striking mentality of people, both men and women when they see a girl travelling alone. This one is my personal experience. I have noticed the eyes full of greed and disgust when they a single girl sitting in a bus or a train. For them, that is the character certificate of that girl. They stare at you like you are an alien with beautiful features, prettier than those of humans. For them, real humans are those..or I should say real women are those who learn to be in their limits. And what are these limits? Is being killed in the womb a limit? Or not receiving education a limit? How would the society define these limits? Are there really any such defined limits?
Talking about women empowerment is so very easy. But when it comes to lending a hand, only a handful of people raise their voices. Others just become silent spectators, deaf to the cry of the victim. This is how people treat women today. But the other side of the story is that women are not victims, they are warriors that always emerge as winners. She is the reason for the existence of men. So SHE is the one who is superior, even if it is not acceptable to men. She is not a threatened and scared abala naari. She is Durga, she is kaali. She is the bravest form of life on earth. She can bear the whole world on her shoulders. If you call her a bitch or a slut, that defines you because a life carrying the whole universe in herself cannot be defined by certain nouns. She cannot be constricted into words. So eh next next time you try to tease or underestimate women, remember, you are alive because she gave you life. So thank her for you existence. Thank every women in your life because she deserves it. Treat her well and that makes you a real man, a real human. Respect every woman on this earth. She might not protest your behavior but once she is outraged, she becomes rage and glory. She is transparent, caring and brave. She is beautiful, she is an ocean of thoughts and wonders. She is...a WOMAN.





Sexism At Work



Today, when women are competing and moving ahead in every field, they obviously have to get out of their homes and search for work. Now the question that comes into one’s mind is that..can there be an ideal workplace for women? And if not, then shouldn’t women work and be independent? Are they meant to be enslaved by or depend on men forever? Despite being strong and willing, women are having a hard time in today’s society. As soon as they get out of their homes they are halted by the fear of molestation. From one door to the other, from home to their workplace, they still have the same fear. Before choosing to work outside, they first need to prepare themselves for the consequences they might face. They need to prepare themselves for the authority that might harm her or the pressure they might face or the scrutinizing gazes that might pierce her soul. And this has become a routine behavior for women going out of their homes for the first time.
 Here is a story of Rati, 26 who lives in Jharkhand and works as an employee in a mobile company. Recalling her older job, she feels disgusted. Being the only earning member of her family, she had to work in any circumstances. During the first day of her work, she was nervous yet excited. She was warmly welcomed by her colleagues and seniors. She felt overwhelmed. But the special attention and extra care by one of her seniors worried her. Her ignorance started leading to giving more access to her body. It then went by with touching unwanted areas of her body. She felt embarrassed and suppressed. She knew raising her voice would prove to be of no use to her as she was new and going to the police would mean no income and even more problems for her family. So she chose to leave the job. 

Every second girl facing sexual abuse at workplace is unable to raise her voice or get justice. They simply keep switching jobs, either because of the fear of their family being harmed or because they learn that some part of the society cannot be changed. They have to hide their arms, their bellies, their cleavage and their thoughts. They are bullied, teased, molested and what not. The assaults to their bodies and to their souls need to stop. Being a woman is the biggest gift of life. Why waste it by being ruled by someone else. We women own our bodies and it’s we who have the right to decide what to hide And what to flaunt, where to work and where not to, to work until what time, to not work at all. And if anybody questions us on this, we need to raise our voices because nobody can snatch away our rights in the society. We are women. We are fierce tigresses not afraid of anything who just need to know our worth and strength and fight against molestation at workplace or anywhere else.


Friday, 3 March 2017

Reflection

He looked into the mirror unable to see his own reflection. He just saw his own evils haunting him from every direction. The worst part was that he could not correct himself anymore. His shadow was lost. He lately saw his family crying, memories of his past flashing in his mind. Finally, realizing that he lay on the ground, dead with his devils laughing at him and his loved ones crying.

The Mistake


She lay on the road thrown out of the car by those monsters. She stood their with pain in her body and in her heart. Vehicles crossed, watching her intently but not a single helping hand. her mistake was one, that she thought she was in a free country and night out was her right. She didn't know there were vampires ready to suck her soul. This was her mistake.

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

And What Made Her That?


Countless days passed. And she was still ill, more due to her fate than her ailment. The scars on her body revealed just how much she had tried to free herself each time a demon overtook her body. Yes, her very own body. It was not she who chose to get into such filth, but destiny had something too dreadful planned for her. Having slept with so many people, young and old she had forgotten what a father, a brother or a lover meant. There was a time when she had them all. But that was certainly not her piece of happiness. She never chose to be a prostitute, not even being called by that name. They were the circumstances that forced her into it. Time never does her any good. And at this point of time, she has no soul left, no mind to decide right or wrong, not even a voice to raise. She has become senseless. Having no senses left, she was now just a show piece, torn and ugly waiting to be just thrown into trash. Though she was a prostitute, but she never does that on wish. Though she lied on that bed every time someone wanted to enslave her, that doesn’t mean she was not being raped. Every time she did that, she gave away one part of her that defined her. A part so torn away that it couldn’t even be repaired. She was a human just as others and she deserved love and respect just as others did. More than wanting something, she needed it. She needed love that could heal her, heal her to the soul. Bodily wound had already stopped affecting her. She had lost sense of worldly pleasures of relationships and luxuries. She herself felt she was no more a human. At least she had never been treated like one. If being a woman was her fault, it was better that she didn’t have this life, a life worth nothing. Where she had nothing, no freedom, no emotions no self, nothing. She was a ‘no one’ at this point of time. Not even a particle that mattered to anyone other than people who craved for a body for their pleasures. And what was her mistake? Was it that she was a woman or that she was a woman with miseries?

Monday, 20 February 2017

You Lost Me But I Found Myself

Part by part, inch by inch
You lost me
Every time you scowled at me
Every time you raised your voice at me
You lost a part of me
Part by part you tore me apart
The beautiful soul every one envied
Yes, you lost me
A simple, real, ordinary girl
Every time you chose lust over love
You lost me
Every time you shouted at me for no reason
When you scared me by your rage
You lost me
You lost the woman, the girl,  the human being
Who was more than just a piece of cloth
Or a cheap toy
You lost an expensive smile
An even more expensive depth of the eyes
Every time you lied
You lost a part of me
And with all these little lies
Part by part you lost me
The whole of me
Leaving me to myself
Hopeless, scared, doubtful, insecure
Part by part you snatched away life from my living
Part by part you lost my name
My body, my soul. Yes, you lost me.

You or Not You.. I'll Be the Same

You were my sunshine
The light in my darkness
I let you shower your brightness upon me
I let you overpower my mind with your thoughts 
I let you make me trust you
I let you make me fall for you
I let you touch me
I let you kiss me to the depth of myself
I let you take away my soul with you
And now..
Now that I'm lost
Now that I have got my trust broken
Now that I find myself in the middle of nowhere
Why do I blame you?
Why do I even recall your name?
Is that even your real name, anyway?
Why do I still sob into my pillow?
Why do I hold my hand as if it's you?
It's me who has done this
The one solely responsible
And now that I've found the culprit
I decide to blame me
To give away myself
To hold you above my dignity
To hold you above love
Why do I even call it love?
Now that I've got my lessons
I decide to let myself heal
To repair my wounds with time
To let you live and live myself
I decide to let KARMA do its part
To let what's meant for you, fall upon you
To let time repeat itself,  with you
To let you realize the loss
Maybe you don't
But I decide to give you your lesson
To smile each day and each moment
To let you be jealous of my glow and my glory
To let you see me enjoy my solidarity
I decide...to be happy
Without a sunshine
But with the whole sun
I decide to LIVE

Friday, 3 February 2017

Hey! Beautiful

Not everyone can look as good as angels. And not everyone has the eyes to see the beauty. Beauty does not lie in a pretty face. It is never determined by how you look. One can look good and still not pleasant, the other may not be pretty but still beautiful. So girl! The next time someone passes a racist comment on you, or taunts you on how you look, go kick him on his back. Making comparisons helps you improve yourself, but never give another person the right to compare yourself with anyone. And if someone does that, you have got full humane rights to punch him in the face. Be someone’s choice, someone’s priority, but never an option. You are wise enough to differentiate between that. Always remember, never to judge yourself. You are beautiful, and no power in the universe can change or deny this fact, forget about silly humans. And if beauty is really determined by looks, then baby, even bitches are cute! It’s not necessary to have pretty eyes, but you must have astonishing dreams. Your smile might not be the loveliest, but it must be the brightest. Your color..it’s beautiful. From whitish to saffron to pink. You resemble every beautiful thing on earth through your body. You body is your temple. Never stop worshiping the inner Goddess residing within you. Remember, you are a girl, a woman. And there are million others who are responsible for the existence of man who pretends to be superior to you. So, if a man does not respect your presence, leave. You have got thousand more things to do in life. Smile and never stop. Let them be jealous of you. You don’t feel the dignity with him? Move. you’re not a tree. Don’t try to be perfect. No girl is perfect except barbie dolls, and you are far more precious than mere dolls. Be kind to yourself. Don’t let anything affect you, ever. Wear clothes that please you, not the society. Open your hairs. Be bold. Raise your voice. That’s freedom. Rise higher and higher. You are not meant to remain still. Be a mirror and not a shadow of the world. Have faith in yourself. You’re beautiful. No approvals required.

Thursday, 5 January 2017

Not A Pretty Girl

If you can listen
Just listen to me for a while.
I am a girl
And yes, I am not pretty
But, does that give you the right to make fun of me?
Yes, I don’t have a pretty smile.
But, does that give you the right to laugh at me?
Yes, I don’t have pretty eyes.
That doesn’t become the reason for me to be looked upon with disgust.
Yes’ I’m not as tall as you.
But that doesn’t make my head go down.
I’m not as thin as paper, yes I’m not zero figure.
But I have a body and a soul I own.
Yes’ I can’t express myself like you.
But that doesn’t give you the right to suppress me.
Yes’ I can’t talk like you.
But that is not the reason to resist my speech.
Yes, I won’t be quiet.
My work will do, my words will speak for me.
Yes, I might not be pretty.
But inside, I’m beautiful.
As beautiful as the morning sky.
As beautiful as the vast seas.
Yes, I’m not at all pretty.
Does that trouble you?
In fact, I’m an ugly girl.
and I’m proud of it.
I’m ugly because I’m not like you.
I’m ugly because I can’t be you.
I’m ugly because I am me.
A girl who is confused
Who is lost
Who is meek.
I’m ugly because I’m not pretty.
Yes, I’m a girl.
And yes, I’m not pretty.
And yes, I’m proud of it.
Does that trouble you, anyway?


Trying To Be

I'm not a stranger to myself I'm just trying to be To let someone else Know me The way I tried and lost Though I know myself...