Cravings

She felt craving for the purple, succulent, pear-shaped berries she saw in the forest during her stay there. When her husband got to know about her pregnancy cravings he became rather happy as if he found solution to all his problems. He called for his younger brother and soon it was decided that she along with her brother-in-law will travel to the forest and relish to the taste of those delicious berries.
On the day of the journey, she got ready and reached the gates to witness a strange sight. Unlike all other time when she travelled in palanquin accompanied by maids, she found an isolated carriage standing before her. Adding to its ominous outlook her brother-in-law looked more indifferent and cold than all the demons they have met on their earlier stay in the forest.
Understanding that the gossip had reached her husband she sat on the carriage and allowed herself to be carried into the forest. Upon reaching there she got down and asked him for any message. Breaking the silence he had maintained since morning he replied ” You cannot tell anyone who you are and why are you living in the jungle”.
She looked him in the eyes as a mother trying to read a child’s mind and said ” Only I, can see myself not as a victim and thus he is relying on me. Go back, he needs you. I am Sita and I can never be abandoned. He is Rama, he can never abandon me” and walked away to never meet again.
-Inspired from Sita by Devdutt Pattanaik

Education.

Education is replacing oxygen to be the lifeline of today’s generation. The fact is evident from the number of trees uprooted to the number of trees planted. In the world of smartphones to smart bathrooms, only education holds the formula to generate smart humans.
The recent developments throw light on the rat race where everybody is trying hard to get into esteemed schools and colleges so that they can later be placed in ‘paying salary in 6-digits’ firm. But she didn’t spend her day in scorching sun and nights under cloudless black sky working her flesh out, saving every single penny so that her daughter can earn big money.
All she ever wanted was respect in everyone’s eyes. As a single mother, she had passed through lusty eyes, staring as if capable of undressing just by their vision; hoarding hands stretched to not leave her contour untouched; devilish legs walking in her direction blocking all possible escape routes and bullying lips leaving no stones unturned in passing lewd comments at her and yet she had kept her hopes alive in the form of her daughter, naive, innocent and unharmed, who graduated today.
Sitting in the middle row, listening to loud cheers after her daughter’s heart-wrenching graduation speech talking about the struggles of a teenage girl from ‘juggi-jhopadi’ to an MNC, did make her proud but the disgust in her daughter’s eyes when they fell upon her made her reconsider the job, education is doing.
Why selling skills, talent, knowledge considered noble and not the body. Infanticide is a punishable offense and yet when she didn’t abort her child, the child grows up to be embarrassed about its existence. How is she guilty if her parents sent her to a brothel? Why her daughter feels humiliated in her presence.
Isn’t education making us smart?
Read more about her at Sex For Sale: Prostitution, Pornography, And The Sex Industry

Dreaming.

She walked down the aisle in the loving embrace of her father, dressed in a milky white gown, complimenting her skin tone and bedecked in jewels. She looked mesmerising. Her smile was contagious, her lips formed the perfect curve and her eyes, they appeared to twinkle like stars. It looked as if she was radiating happiness all around, with each step she was taking towards the man of her dreams.
Finally, her day has arrived and she was going to get married to the guy she loves. She felt she was the happiest woman to have ever set foot on the Earth.
But when Father asked her if she takes him, as her lawfully wedded husband, a harsh realisation came rushing towards her. “I can’t be this happy”, she thought to herself.
Yes, it has been long since she was this happy.
She remembered how she had spent last few years trying to reason with everyone, trying to explain that she understands the importance of her decision,that she wasn’t ready for that big a responsibility, that she needs to find her centre before being the centre of someone’s else life and that she wants to know the guy, have feelings for him before she is married to him. But she assumed that was too much to ask for, as no one appreciated her ‘boldness’ rather labelled her as a clear case of parenting gone wrong.
Her relatives, who until now, didn’t care if she was living or dead, had suddenly started showing a great deal of her interest in her life. She was in her twenties, and so it was their prime responsibility to see that she gets married as soon as possible. According to them, she was old enough to get married but not enough old to decide with whom.
No, no they weren’t forcing her or imposing their decision on her just convincing her to make the ‘right decision’. She had never taken any decision for herself, just meekly followed what others said but this time she had decided she was not going to let anyone intervene. A spineless creature stood up and that did hurt.
But she didn’t succumb to their wills. It was her life and hence her decision. When she wants to marry and to whom is going to affect her whole life and she is not going to let anyone ruin that for her. She tolerated everything and everyone until she came across him. And after that everything fell into place.
Standing in the middle of the church, pinching herself, with everyone glaring in her direction, eagerly waiting for her to say ‘I do’ did make her look stupid, but she didn’t care anymore.
She was not sleeping. But it was indeed a dream.

THE GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY

Its 5’o clock in the not so chilly winter Sunday morning. And the one who wakes up in the afternoon so that he can have breakfast and lunch together, has just woken up.  The question arises why? Arey nahi nahi, iski CBI jaanch karane ki koi zarorat nahi…….(No! There’s no need for a CBI inquiry) The thing is, it is his BIG day. He is going to face his first  interview. He sucked up all the internet data viewing youtube videos on “how to behave in an interview?”  Yeah. I pity him too. He doesn’t have an unlimited data plan. Poor he! But still he didn’t lose hope.  He searched for the most frequently asked questions, found their answers, learnt them by heart. He asked seniors about the most suitable answers for the diplomatic questions. He go-ogled his friends, relatives and everyone who was remotely related to his interview.
He revised all the key topics, took bath and dressed himself up in his best clothes. Suddenly he left something in his stomach….what was it? Butterflies? Yeah might be, as he was excited…..But then medulla “se uski khushi dekhi nahi gayi’ (couldn’t see his happiness) and it told adrenal to make him nervous..And he grew nervous, dragonflies replaced the butterflies, the warm wind  was now cold and unpleasing, the kiss of blood on his cheeks was now appearing to be gross.. He chanted the well known mantra “AAL IS WELL” but it felt like his heart was unaware of the fact that it can be fooled. So he resorted to the scientific method to calm himself down, “Inhale….Exhale”.  He repeated the exercise again and again but to no help. Even the staring eyes of his dad , scolding lips of his mom which occasionally reminded him how lucky he is to get this GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY and the bravery folklore telling mouth of his brother couldn’t provide him the needed solace. Then he checked the time and decided to reach the venue first.
He reached the venue an hour earlier, and went through attendance hall and documents verification centre. There they made him write something in Hindi. You got it right,Hindi hamari rashtriya bhasha hai” (Hindi is our national language). Fortunately he remembered a great poem so he thought he has an edge over other candidates who were writing the essay, every child learns in the 1st standard. Not  “gaaiy hamari mata hai” (cow is our mother) but “mera naam xyz hai” (my name is xyz). But as soon as he started writing the poem his cerebrum realised that from childhood he has been poor in Hindi so he can’t write a poem that he learnt in 6th or 7th standard without mistakes. So he made mistakes. He visualised the environmentalists cursing him, the tears of the trees, the end of the earth. He offered his apologies to them and with a heavy heart asked for another sheet. The officer there, gave him the whole notepad, and smiled. He took the notepad and smiled back. Sheldon, was he?  No, it was just that the whole episode brought his morale down and made him nervous again.
After waiting for an hour he was called for the personal interview. He felt like his heart is going to pop out. But he knew it’s a do or die situation so he struck a deal with his heart and it agreed to settle back in lieu of getting a chance to pop out later…..vo kehte hain na “ dill ye ziddi hai” “…..ki manta nahin”(As they say “stubborn heart” …. never listens). He entered the room, greeted everyone morning, at 12 in the afternoon. Everyone greeted him back correcting him. He greeted them again, this time afternoon. But while doing so he missed wishing the lady sitting at the corner. The lady took note. He was told to sit down and as soon as he sat down on the chair they started firing questions. Yes, they show wrong on television, nobody asks water. He answered their questions hesitatingly; he fumbled and stumbled on every answer. They caught he was nervous. They asked him more out of the league questions to see if how he performs. He stopped answering questions, saying that he doesn’t know the answers. They told him, he can leave and he assumed that he lost the race to someone else.
He came back home, disheartened.  Her mother was  furious at first but seeing him disheartened she realized that it’s not the right time to be angry. “Itna dukhi nahi hote beta, ye nahi to koi aur sahi. Maana ki duniya me ladkiyon ki kami hai par mere itne achche bete ko koi na koi to mil hi jayegi. Arey jab Sharma ji ke nalayak bete ko ladki mil gyi to mera beta to investment banker hai. Han ek chance to gaya par har kisi ko pehle hi baar me ladki mil jaye, zarori to nahi” (No need to be so depressed son, if not her then someone else. I agree there’s a scarcity of girls on this planet but my handsome son will surely get someone. When Sharma Ji’s unworthy son can get a girl, why can’t my son who’s an investment banker. I agree we lost this chance but everyone doesn’t get a girl in first try) she told him to cheer him up. But they both knew they had lost the GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY….
After a month they got a call from the girl’s family informing that they were coming to their place as their daughter had selected him. Smile returned to their sunken faces. Her mother thanked god and offered prayers. They were so happy today. Their lineage will continue to exist on mother Earth for assured one more generation.
Save Girls, only Few are left.

Why?

 

[Chai…chai (nariyal le lo nariyal)chai…chai….cha(samaajik gyan..saal 2014)ai…cha(ki sabse badi khabro ke sath )ai..ch(akhbaar)ai..chai..]
[Chai…chai (coconut, buy coconut)chai…chai….cha(General Knowledge..year 2014)ai…cha(biggest news)ai..ch(newspaper)ai..chai..]

There were people all around. Some heavily dressed, stuffing their mouths with everything they came across and some other moderately dressed with their berths overloaded with luggage, occasionally eating gujiya’s from their lunch bag.
Few couple daring their kids not to move an inch and few other elite people listening to music, playing Subway Surf lying on their brand new bed sheets as “Ew railway’s bed sheets are so tacky” while ordering lunch from pantry.
Amidst these people there she was, on the upper berth lost in thoughts refusing to eat anything. Why was the usual “playing antakshri in train is so much fun” girl so upset.
There were people all around. Men with coffee cups standing at a distance, crying women surrounding the bride and gossiping women discussing bride’s saree. Few kids were standing there with “why are they crying ” faces while few others with  “can we go home now” faces. The halwais’ are in dilemma. They can’t decide whether they should start eating or wait for the bride to go.
The drivers are ready to kill the one who decided to come early as they have been waiting since evening.And amidst all these people there she is, no tears in her eyes. Looking at everyone she tried to cry and even succeeded. But why was the usual “emotional” girl not crying on her sister’s bidai (valediction).
[Sindoor daan ke liye kanya ko bolaeye] (call the bride for rituals)
There were people all around. Men with 2-3 plates of snacks in hand. Women with 2-3 layers of make-up on face and 20kgs of gold on body.  There were few men with “I don’t want more paneer pakore” and women with “Who wears so much gold these days” regretting their decision. Kids were walking behind the cameraman to appear in as many pictures as possible.
The place was so crowded that even ants will suffocate to death. But still people were laughing and welcoming others whole-heartedly. And amidst all these happy people there was sad she standing in a corner. She was so much excited about the marriage then why was she not happy?
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“Mom I am home”
Mom: I have been waiting for you. Look what you have done. (Shows her the cell phone)
“What? You only told me to book tickets”
Mom: Yeah but you booked four.
“So?” (Puzzled)
Mom: Your sister will go with her husband.
“oh”
That was the first time she realised marriage is not just about sarees , jewellery , gifts..there was so much more to it. Being younger she grew up on her sister’s thing. Her old uniform, her shoes , her bags, her pencil box , her hair bands, her clothes, her books, her notes, her projects, her crafts …everything.  But she never thought that one day she had to grow up on her as well
They were nothing like the conventional sisters. They didn’t have the same taste or similar opinions. Neither had they accepted each other’s differences. They used to fight on every possible disagreement, there were cold wars every second day. Their relationship faced repeated events of “Mummy’s rule” and went past the heat of “Papa’s Punishments” many times, but they always stood together. They were always together.
And now all that seems meaningless. Now she won’t share their bed, she won’t be there to play antakshri, she won’t accompany her on shopping trips,  she won’t even be able to see her for days. Somebody from the outside has claimed his rights on her. Now he will make her laugh, he will make her angry, he will fight with her, he’ll asks her “why is she mad” and he’ll be on her priority list.
Since she is married to him, she is not hers anymore.Nobody said that but now she knows not only betiya, behene bhi paraya dhan hoti hai (not only daughters, but sisters too are someone else’s treasure!)

Equality Vs Dignity

Recently I read about UN’s women wing organising gender equality #heforshe program-mes to make women aware of their rights. I wonder if we are equal to men then why UN has a different wing for us ? Why government has quotas for us? Why buses, metros have reservation for us? Why doing something out of the “girly” box bring us into lime light? Why such a fuss over Marry being the first women to run a global automaker? Why Olympics have different parameters for us?
Is that because we aren’t equal ? Is the world not showing that men and women are two totally different beings by having different parameters to judge them and still shouting for equality?
When they say we all are equal in the eye of law, they mean two person accused of the same crime will be given the same punishment, irrespective of their status, caste creed, race , ethnicity or gender (whether or not they are given is altogether a different thing).
But what do they mean when they say, women are equal to men? Are we biologically same? No. Is our thinking process same? I don’t think so. Then what make us equal?

Well! Let me say we are not equal. Then? Does that make us  less human?Not being men means we have no dignity and we deserve no respect?
If we are still humans then why are we treated as objects or property and hence “conquered”? Why rapes are such common sight these days that no one even pays attention to these news? Why walking alone in the street is such a dreadful task? Why while asking for permission to go out, we don’t sound confident that we’ll be safe. Why everybody is so eager to pass their cheap comments on us, dig their hands into our flesh, or scan us with their lecherous glares? Why our clothes, parties, friends counted as our attributes? Why is our safety on the cost of our liberty? Why even staying home isn’t an assurance of being safe?  Why our will is of no importance to anyone? Why are we sold  and bought everyday? Why we have to prove that we are equal to men, to gain basic human rights?
                                               WE ARE MORE THAN JUST A VAGINA

We too have needs and desires. We too feel lonely that’s why we make friends..We too are social creatures that’s  why we go out. We too want to enjoy our life that’s why we go to pubs, discs, malls. We  too long for love that’s why we fall for someone. We too want to look good that’s why we apply makeup. We feel comfortable in shorts that’s why we wear them? We go for prostitution because we need money and not sex. Whatever we do is not always aimed at impressing guys, there is so much more to it.  Are these things too complicated to understand?  Dont treat as equals, just as humans.

Birthday Bash 2

She : (over-brimming with joy) Hey, Happy Birthday 😀 And sorry I couldn’t call at 12 .You know I’m not allowed to make calls late night.
He : Thanks. And its okay. And in fact its okay even if you haven’t called.
She : I said I’m sorry
He : No. Nothing like that. Its not such a big day for me,its like any other day. A normal day with people popping from every corner  and wishing you birthday
She : So what do you mean? You don’t like me calling you
He : Not. You are taking me wrong. I love talking to people its just that birthday’s are not important for me.
She : Oh okay. That’s weird. But anyways Happy Birthday
She
Birthday’s are not important. Not important. How? Even that thought makes me sad. How can it be like any other day. We were born on one specific day and that makes that day important.Its one single day . How can he be so casual about birthday. See Unhappy/sad Birthday don’t even match. Its always Happieeeee Birthday. I know we aren’t “Mahatma Gandhi” so no holiday but its our day.We buy new clothes, we get wishes, blessings and presents. And one can never stop loving presents. Wanting presents and getting excited is kind of umarless(ageless). Strange. I wish I can understand his point of view
He
When you expect people to wish you and they don’t because they were busy,when you expect people to be around cause its your big day and they don’t, when you are happy for your “happy birthday” and nobody notices, when you have nothing to be happy about, when even your birthday is not your day, you understand birthday’s are just any other day. I wish she never has to understand this.

Because she loves him?

You look good with specs (seems he didn’t even take a bath)
(Saying that she settled herself opposite to him)
He: “Thanks”
Ahm ._.
He: “You want anything”
No. I had my breakfast.
He: “I woke up late, I’m hungry. Will you  have ice-cream ?”
Okay
He: “One cheese sandwich and one chocolate ice-cream”
No. I’ll have a Vadilal King Cone. See there is a misprint in your menu, its Cone and not….
He: “C’mon. Bhaiya one cheese sandwich and one Vadilal King cone
-_-
He:”What? It doesn’t matter. By the way, you look gorgeous”
Thanks. So you going tomorrow?
He:”Yeah. Now don’t make faces, okay. I am quite hungry”
(Who eats like that). When will you be back
He:”After a week or so”
(Say something, I can’t keep mum) . Hmmm……..UUMMMMM we  are supposed to be friends, this was a friendly meeting, this is wrongmmmmmmmmhhh
And slowly she melted in his arms. Not so planned, not so expected and not so good, her first kiss.
He knelt down and proposed her saying he was stupid to let her go, the first time.

 
On her way back home, she kept thinking about the events at the restaurant. Does the nose really come in between while kissing? It might be because he had a big nose. Or because she was a terrible kisser as he said. Only then she realized how awkward it was, how she didn’t know how to kiss. Suddenly, she got a text saying we gotta practice kissing a lot 😉 Oh God! She loves him so much.
She was not cool, practical, smart, mirror cracking material. She was an ordinary girl with extraordinarily big misconceptions about herself and the world. One month ago they dated for a week, later he dumped her saying he couldn’t get over his past after listening to her alok nathian thoughts. He was this good-looking, smart, broad minded guy for whom looks didn’t matter, as obviously, he wasn’t interested in looks.
You see broad-minded.
She was disheartened. It came as complete shock to her. Someone rejected her after dating her for a week. Was she so bad? She didn’t know what was hurting her more, the rejection or he going away? Whatever it was, it messed up her whole system and she ended up desperately trying to have him back in her life which only brought failure. She tried every means but nothing worked. And she was too naive to understand what will work.
But she couldn’t resist talking to him. So one day she hesitantly asked for his friendship, and to her utter surprise, he agreed. Only the thought of being in contact with him made her happy. Yes, she loves him.
Now they were together again, but were they really together? She knew he was kind of self-obsessed person, demanding all the attention in the world, so as a friend she just stopped feeding his attention seeking demon. A movie trick. Smart move..huh? Little did she know that love is not a game for moves.
But it worked and see now he was on his knees before her. She somewhere felt that he was telling a lie, he was making up for the mess he created by dumping her.Her instincts kept on telling her that all that was one big bluff, she has just made herself his next target. But that didn’t bother. It was the one beautiful lie, she’ll give her whole life for. She thought she’ll make him, love her. Just filmy thingy. Little did she know that you can’t make someone fall for you.
 

He:”I’m sorry, I’m late. Dad had some work. I even thought of cancelling the date but then I thought you’ll be annoyed.” ( adjusting himself in the chair next to her)
Yeah. Its okay. Now I’m used to waiting
He:”Just like me, you too have kept me on wait”
I? When
He:”You know whats my weak point and you are not letting me have you”
Bu..but you know..(she blushed) Its wrong.
He:”Oh come on, two people who are in love with each other, give their everything.”
(she said nothing)
He:”Look, I want to make love to you. I love you. Dont you?”
I do. You know that.
He:”Then whats the big deal”

Yes. It wasn’t wrong, both were mature and hence can take their own decision. But she wasn’t comfortable. She knew she wasn’t making out with someone who loves her, but with someone, she wanted to love her back. Her intimacy was not driven by love but by greed. She always talked about “making love” but she turned it prostitutional. It was one big task she was doing to make her love stay. Little did she know, you can’t make people stay in your life.
She had the feeling that something was wrong and somewhere she knew what was wrong. But she pretended as everything was good. As if she is unaware of the storm building inside her. She somewhere knew he was just tricking her into this but she was too scared to admit that. She had started loving the bubble, she was living in.She was always a weak and confused soul. She knew she was doing something she was going to regret forever still she let that happen. But why was she doing so? Because she knew he doesn’t love him. Because she knew he was going to leave her. Because she was too weak to face rejection. Because she wanted to hit on his guilty conscience. Because she has no guts to take responsibility for her own mistakes. To make him see that she loves him. Yes, she loves him.

She was Different !!!!!


A small square dull dusky face showing no signs of happiness or sorrow; nervousness or excitement, big brown eyes with no wonder or curiosity, with no spark of affection or innocence, lips that hardly ever formed a curve as if they know the root cause of pain is happiness, poorly developed muscles covered with thin single layer of epithelium, nerves and bones trying to peep out as if she hasn’t eaten in ages and that too when she comes from a very rich family. She was different.
I always thought girls at a young age only think about new clothes, matching hairbands, having the newest sketch pen set,  using the fruity sketch pen in every drawing, pink strawberry scented eraser, dolls, the kitchen set they saw at a friend’s place, days left to their birthday, which friend to take while distributing toffee’s and questioning every new thing they saw or heard from someone. But, She was different.
At the age of 12 she couldn’t even read or write simple three-letter words but she was excellent in cheating and lying. It wasn’t like she was a rich spoiled kid, more like she is actually dumb. And not only dumb, her class fellows even considered her deaf as they felt she never listens to anyone. She was punished daily and still no improvement. Teachers were so frustrated with her that they don’t even mind beating a small kid with sticks and she was so used to these that she didn’t mind them. Instead it was a part of her daily routine. She wasn’t the sincere, studious, garrulous, punishment-fearing girl, She was different.
Not every girl is born to such loving parents, who have given birth to six daughters just for a son.
Not every girl is given food just to make her live.
Not every girl learns to make perfect roti before mastering “A”.
Not every girl is sent to school just to accompany her brother.
Not every girl is beaten brutally if found with books.
Not every girl realises, at her tender, that she is a burden to her parents.
INDEED SHE WAS DIFFERENT!