tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88340733606972046352024-03-22T02:51:09.058+05:30Deeksha's ramblingsDeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-50302736677267897542016-12-14T14:21:00.000+05:302016-12-14T14:21:00.273+05:30Being Human <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Friendships always play a very pivotal role in our life. Right from the time we start socializing as a toddler till we grow old and die.<br />
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How strongly they make or break us, impact us, define our happiness and sorrows et al.</div>
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Specially the friendships one fosters as a child. They always remain a part of you and you being. It is rightly said, childhood friends are the best friends. But what-if some of these child hood friends don't leave very pleasant memories?</div>
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As a child i remember we used to be 5 friends in school, one being our group leader and the favorite of all, let's just call her - "The Queen". This one was the desirable bitch who everyone wanted to befriend and please. The one on who's command people would talk to you or not talk to you. Sometimes you would be left alone in your game periods because the Queen would have proclaimed that day she was upset with you for so and so reason. Some days you would having your lunch alone, because again the Queen didn't wish to have lunch with you. And of course since she was the Queen, the other bees in the colony would only follow her diktat.</div>
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During those days you would all but cry in a corner, hiding your tears from everyone, lest you would be called a sissy. However unwillingly you would be getting bullied by the whims and fancies of the queen.</div>
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Years later, when I think about this situation I only wonder how this Queen's behavior altered the personalities of the other children around. My observations now, on how the child's psyche must be getting impacted in the long run:</div>
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<li>The other bees in the class would lack leadership skills and would always be people pleasers because of the fear of standing out. They would always go with the herd and wouldn't dare speak their mind</li>
<li>The one who was left isolated, would feel insecure and would always remain in self-doubt. Would never really understand what he/she did which made them drift away from him/her.</li>
<li>Also, the one who was left isolated would have deep scars in his mind because of such treatment from the peers. He would either internalize it and keep it pent up and every failure he faces from people around would add a brick to this wall. OR he would become a rebel and care less and less about the world around him because no matter what he does - haters gonna hate! But this would impact his bonds with people in the longer run.</li>
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I have known people, and have been one of them who carry a lot of hurt from their childhood into their adult lives. </div>
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My conclusion from this: it's very important that we make our children compassionate. We teach them how important it is to be humans first and superior or inferior later. How it is very important to be kind and loving to people around us. </div>
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-11896055072369432782016-02-08T13:15:00.000+05:302016-02-09T14:47:02.041+05:30The Chronicles of a Toddler Foretold <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I struggle each day, to balance mommy-hood and the working woman dynamics, my grey cells are turning even greyer ( so much so, they have started showing in the form of greys on my head ).<br />
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Have been perilously wanting to get back my abandoned blog , but kept failing with my each attempt.. The writer's block had struck me and I thought I didn't even know how to write!! So, this morning en-route office it came upon me to write about what eats up my time and energy and whatever else is left ;-)<br />
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Following is a summary of events of how a day would pass, for most of us having a toddler at home.<br />
And for those who don't yet have one -- wait till it happens to you!!!!<br />
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<li>The waking up ritual, which would begin with sweet Good Mornings, soon turns into a wailing session the moment you leave the child and go to the wash-room. You only wonder what ensued! When you come out and figure out the reason, you abandoned him and went to the wash room!!! </li>
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I forgot to mention during this 1.5-2 hours at least 4-5 times he rolls on the floor and cries for something which didn't happen the way he wanted ( could be anything!! ).</div>
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After this I rush to work acting like a whirlwind and getting ready as fast as I possibly can, and thus our mornings begin.</div>
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The day goes by without much toddler activity, since mommy is at work and evenings are awaited to be re-united with your baby while you kept thinking throughout the day how you could have handled such and such tantrum better, and how you should not have shouted and how you feel guilty about not being there once he reaches back home from school etc. etc.</div>
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You enter the door in the evening and come home to your baby who greets you with a big grin and a sloppy kiss and the warmest bear hug possible. But this all but lasts for 2 minutes when you are ordered to go to the room and fetch this or that from one of the almirah's.</div>
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You ask for time to freshen up and change- and a tantrum breaks.. You convince him as soon as you are done with getting into your pyjamas and freshening up you would do all that he demands. 5 mins are given to you in which you can't lock the door for the fear that you would leave him out of the room. A quick dress change later you are at the mercy of your little prince/ princess!</div>
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While you try your best to discipline him tactfully while playing with him and a tantrum or two are thrown your way. You try to be patient for as long as you can and then go fetch dinner.. </div>
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What happens from Dinner till bed time is chaos, noise, shouting in between cuddles and kissing the owies several times.</div>
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Bedtime-- what is that? Who want's to sleep? Not the toddler for sure! Today the lullaby would be sung by the toddler and mumma would be put to bed!!!<br />
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-44411044393733336902014-12-01T12:00:00.000+05:302014-12-01T12:00:24.051+05:30The "NOT-SO-SOCIAL" Social life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Good morning!" I am what's app'ed by a meaning well-wisher and I return the favour by wishing him/her the same. A few pleasantries are exchanged and then we all carry on with the rest of our days..<br />
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Grumbling, laughing, hating-each-moment of the day, being happy for another day in your life, delighted at the break of dawn, being irritated with just about everything in life..each of us feeling differently as we open our eyes- are wished and prayed for having a good morning! I often wonder do these forwarded messages really mean anything ? Or are they just forwarded because in a group on what's app you can't be the one left behind in wishing all and sundry and telling them how good your morning feels! What is even more annoying is, you might have not wished a <span style="color: red;">"<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Good Morning"</span></span> to the person sleeping next to you or your family at home, but marking your presence in the virtual world is more important and way beyond your presence in the real world.</div>
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People often think checking in at various spots and displaying them on your timeline adds to the cool quotient, and what is even better click a selfie and post it there! Look how cool my life is! ( I am also guilty of doing the first one, but sometimes the bug does get onto you i guess ;-) ) . Bugger as you sit in your blanket on a cold winter day, gritting your teeth and taking your sinusitis pills and laughing to some stupid comedy show on T.V. and thinking I am enjoying life! Well, reality check-- here's my life, taking me to places, making me travel to all the hottest joints in town, making me have a zillion friends ( who might never be around when I need them the most!) see how gloated I feel. As if they are announcing to the world their's is the only life worth living and you all are living but a sham!<br />
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But then come to think of it, this person is only interested in updating his Facebook or what's app status and according to me, is not really having a good time, because if he would have then he would have completely forgotten about the phone and updating the darn status! </div>
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Another agenda in these people's lives is to get dressed and change your DP everyday and garner as many likes as you possibly could.. In fact, some go to the extent of asking you to like their new DP! Not that I mind doing it, but imagine how hard we are struggling for acceptance here! We want to be liked by people and to be accepted by them even in the virtual world!</div>
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How I wish those simple days where people used to pick up the phone to call and wish a birthday, or an anniversary or another important day in someone's life could come back! How I wish, people would actually look at you all dressed up and appreciate how you looked, rather than liking your DP..</div>
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When did the virtual world transgress so heavily into the real world? And why were we quiet when this was happening? Why did we let it happen?</div>
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P.S. The thoughts expressed above are only my point of view and are not to point out towards anyone..</div>
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-67933684923934170392014-11-17T10:49:00.000+05:302014-11-17T10:49:04.574+05:30Where did she go wrong?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So this woman I know, was married to a wife- beater, one who used to unfurl abuses on her whenever he felt like and never did anything worth while in his entire life, expect for splurging away whatever little income the woman earned. He never allowed her to create a home, it always remained a house..<div>
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But everyone around was very happy, because she bore him two children and would have the long vermilion mark on her forehead and would wear bangles and be the dutiful wife that she was expected to be in our society. Bear the brunt of this man's beatings, but still continue to lay in bed for him and give birth to his children. Keep hearing an abuse or two, but still go back home and cook the most elaborate meal for him. Let him steal and sell all your jewellery, but you continue earning and running the household because it's your duty. </div>
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So it was a great set-up. and everything was working smoothly. The woman was respected amongst the people for doing all that she did, and she never did utter a word of discontentment to anyone. Only her body would let out signs of what was happening to her. The bruised cheek or the swollen eye, could not be hidden so well under the vermilion and the bangles after all!! But respect she was getting in plenty for being the hard worker in the house.. No one dared interfere because it was none of their business. </div>
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Soon after I came in contact with this woman, her husband died. In one of his drunk driving adventures he had met with an accident and couldn't survive. So the woman should have been distraught by her husband's death because she was a dutiful wife, right!!!</div>
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Well soon after his death when I got a chance to speak with her, she said for the first time in my life the house feels like home! My children are happier because no more beating episodes and I am able to buy things for the house, since no one is stealing my money. But loosing respect in the eyes of the society, was her fate now, of course because she was a widow! How could she still dress up so well, her husband had passed away recently.. How could she be happy, when she had recently been widowed. It was an eye-sore for the people around to see her happy.</div>
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And I saw her status descending further in the eyes of the so called well wishers, when she moved in with another man. She all of a sudden was a character less woman and people would avoid even talking to her. Now if an illiterate person told me this, I would have given it to the ignorance but the well educated class talking such was completely unacceptable to me. </div>
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What wrong did she do? She didn't abandon her husband and elope with her lover leaving her kids behind! She had been a dutiful wife, despite all the adversities she faced in her married life. She had stood by the husband, no matter how much he beat her or harassed her. She had been there for him and for the family no matter how much unhappiness it brought her. Now that the husband was no more, she was trying to find some love and peace, and why was it wrong??? Doesn't she have the right to live a happy life? Just because she had fallen in love with another man, who treats her with respect and gives her the love she desired, she became a woman of loose character!</div>
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-17817548375660965642014-11-06T15:46:00.000+05:302014-11-06T15:46:15.672+05:30Toxic!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She - a free bird, strong willed, fun-loving, devil-may-care
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He - caring, sincere, grounded and extremely loving.<o:p></o:p></div>
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His love had provided a nest to this free bird, which she
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Things were going fine, and then the love started brushing
off… The roles were getting reversed and he was becoming more of a free bird
and the devil-may-care attitude. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But did she want him to be that, because the whole idea of
her falling for him was because of the fact that he was so unlike her? <o:p></o:p></div>
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He started caring less and less for her needs and her wants,
started getting annoyed by her constant bickering (whereas she thought she was
being caring) , started losing his temper on things which earlier were not so
irritating for him, started giving her less and less time because work demanded
more and more time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of course she understood, he was working hard for their own
better future, but what was becoming of the present, was making her think if
they would ever have that future. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The lovey-dovey conversations had turned into who did what
and who did not do what, and who’s mistake was it and who’s mistake was it not,
and who should have taken more care and who should have stayed out of other’s
business. She was of the opinion that his business was her business, at least
which was how it was until now. When were these lines drawn and why was she
oblivious to these? <o:p></o:p></div>
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Was she responsible for this attitude of is? Was it actually
only her behavior which was leading to him behaving this way, as he often said,”
My action is only a reaction to your action”.
So was it only her who was ruining it all? Had she really transgressed
(however unknowingly) to a zone where the only person she loved the most couldn't
tolerate another comment, another question, another what-ever from her? They were fighting more and loving less. But I a sure the love is there somewhere!<o:p></o:p></div>
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But what could she do? She only had him as a friend now and
it came naturally to her to depend wholly on him and no one else. Whereas he
still had his group of friends, he still had his occasional outings with colleagues;
he still had some event or the other to attend. And in the midst of all this he
became so occupied that sometimes he didn't have any time to even sms her
forget about calling her for hours together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe it was her fault after all, that she only had her life
revolving around him, that she was not as busy as him (or even if she was, she
always had time for him) , that she had made herself more and more
dispensable!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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She rarely got
answers from him without and argument, and thus she kept finding faults within
herself, what was lacking in her, why was she causing the repulsion, was she
really so annoying that you couldn't talk straight to her for anything? This
was toxic! It was making her feel more and more useless, making her feel unwanted
and unloved, making her feel like running away somewhere and never coming
back!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Not sure what should she do? What should I tell her to do/
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You know where the love is still there, but dying a slow
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-18401666402357203552014-03-07T15:02:00.001+05:302014-03-11T13:04:40.220+05:30Take it NO MORE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I watched and pondered and pondered some more and then some more about the rape cases covered in the Satyamev Jayate episode aired last weekend.<br />
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The statistics said it all- so it's not about the dress, the age, the looks, the time at which she chooses to venture out, she is out with a male friend or the chowmein or the junk food that one eats which instigate a rapist. IN YOUR FACE people who blamed girls all this while, they got it because they were asking for it!!!<br />
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What has been on my mind for quite sometime now is the number of cases, which are never registered. Or rather the number of girls who never muster enough strength to as much as go to their parents and confide that something this brutal has happened with them. <br />
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And is it just the rape which harms the modesty of the girl? Recently came to know of a girl on whom there was a rape attempt.<br />
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This girl was on her way to college, in her regular means of transport; the auto-rickshaw, at her usual time- around 8-ish in the morning, in a very hustling and bustling part of the city. And the auto driver had the audacity of trying to impose himself on her, in bright day light! Thankfully a fellow Samaritan noticed what was happening and rescued the girl from the situation. The auto driver fled from the situation and the girl was in no condition to even have noted the number of the auto.<br />
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And the girl ignored the act completely and went to the college without reporting a thing!! It was only once she reached the college and collapsed , that her friends noticed the scars on her body and eventually on her soul. Soul because, such incident would not just scar your body, but your soul and the rest of your life will be spent in reliving that night mare again and again in your dreams with a lot of what-if's.<br />
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I know there's a lot of stigma attached to the rape victim, but not reporting it? Are you indirectly telling the rapist, that this is acceptable and you can go ahead and try this with someone else ( and maybe even succeed -- God Forbid! ) and then you can walk this earth Scot-free.<br />
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I didn't know this girl personally and the identity was kept a secret because obviously the college authorities didn't want any defamation of their institute!<br />
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My serious advice to this and any girl- Stay Strong and Fight Hard! You don't need to be ashamed of someone else's devilish act. Report it, no matter how much resistance you face from the police or the neighbors. High time these bastards are taught a lesson. <br />
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On this Woman's day, we can only resolve within ourselves- we would not take shit and not be the sufferer any longer!! No Rape attempts will be ignored and no domestic violence will be tolerated!!<br />
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-87956013349021212962014-02-04T12:33:00.000+05:302014-02-04T12:33:26.823+05:30Hokey-Pokey baby!...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I didn't think this Indian love for "Ungli karna" read POKING in English was so universal!<br />
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Here I sit idle in front of my computer, nothing more to check on
Facebook, ok-- let's start poking!! And thus starts the biggest fight in
history. You poke some and you get poked in return and then you poke
some more and so it goes! Poke! Poke! Poke! Poke! <br />
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So, why would someone poke someone? Few excuses I could think of :-<br />
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1. I just thought of reminding you of my divine presence on this planet and really have got nothing else to say to you. Please receive my poke ;-)<br />
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2. I have been thinking about you and talking to you, but really have got nothing else to say to you..Here comes my mighty POKE!<br />
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3. You irritate me, but are still in my friend list! POKE YOU!<br />
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4. Just for the heck of it, Poke, Poke, Poke!<br />
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5. This is my way of introducing myself to you..Although you might be a complete stranger, with no common friends what-so-ever!%&^%**^%# Poke!<br />
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6. Send me a friend request, I might be an old friend of your's...I will keep Poking you till the end of days! Poke!<br />
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7. I just wanted to nudge you, but that option is not available on Facebook..Hence you get the Poke!<br />
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8. I am very competitive , I start my own fight and decide to win it. So no matter how many times you poke me back I would ensure that I win this war and Poke!<br />
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9. I am in love with "ungli karna" and what better way than the beautiful Finger available on FB! Poke! <br />
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10. You are not aware of the sexual connotations of Poking someone?? Great! Let me derive as much voyeuristic pleasure out of poking you as possible! Poke! <br />
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As I entered the women only coach in the metro, I wondered how the day went, and how soon can reach back home. It has sort of become a ritual with me, despite traveling on the same train every day I can't help but count how many stations till I reach my destination..<br />
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So yes, somewhere between me counting the stations, there enters a family of four on the third or fourth-- a lady with two kids a boy and a girl, accompanied by her mother.. I couldn't help but notice them, since the kids were running all about and the granny was screaming her lungs out trying to restrain them.<br />
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[I am not going on the rape/molestation/assault/eve-teasing tangent here
in this post, since that's a different place altogether, where men view
women as only a sex object and nothing else ( <u>Disclaimer</u>: the men in point being the one's who carry out such acts of indecency and not all men ) . ]<br />
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I am talking about us women, and what level of respect do we offer to each other?<br />
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This was all evident in the way the granny behaved with the girl and the boy. The boy must be tired, hence begins the search for a place to sit and have him seated in her lap, whereas the girl can stand holding the luggage. The boy can do the same mischief and get away with it, but if the girl did it, she had it.. Both the kids were hungry, but oh the boy must be fed first, since the girl needs to understand patience and tolerance for her life ahead! And what life are you preparing her for? To be quiet and tolerate prejudices??? Why?<br />
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How silly of me to ask, of course because she is a girl and tomorrow needs to go to another house and there what kind of treatment is meted out to her, who knows, so she better be prepared before hand. Hence start treating her like that right here, right now. Do not make her feel like a princess, because then she will get used to it and wouldn't be able to adjust in the new house....<br />
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I am not an active woman emancipator, but am not the one to ignore such things as well. I remember as a child, when one of the aunts used to tell me that her sons be fed first and I should wait for my turn after serving them, I used to set out a plate full of meal for them and start eating it myself *winks*.. If I can wait for my meal, why can't they be taught the same patience *evil grin*<br />
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How much ever we sit in funky offices and talk about India becoming an empowered nation and how women are treated equally at various designations, the ground reality still remains that she is the trending topic for gossip ( and especially by us women ) if she enjoys having a drag or two in public. My opinion is, let her be- who told you to act like her granny and do her moral policing? <br />
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And if these are the thoughts of the educated class, I really am not surprised to see such prejudices by the not-so-educated ones..<br />
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-4110690971432248742014-01-21T12:52:00.000+05:302014-01-21T12:52:00.144+05:30Forgive and forget?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No matter how much u hate certain things, situations, people, or circumstances or events, sometimes you just have to put up with them. Is it worth it, ask me not, as I would not answer.<br />
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They say live in oblivion and ignore such things/people/comments/circumstances! Is that even possible? </div>
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Can you ignore a deep gash on your leg which is bleeding and pretend that it isn't there? Likewise, it isn't that simple to be oblivious of your surroundings and things. If something bothers you it bothers you, period! </div>
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Now some would say forgive and forget, no mister I ain't cut out of that stone and am no saint either. </div>
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So what does one do in such a situation? You tell me?<br />
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At least for me , it has never been easy to let go of the hurt which someone has caused me. No matter how hard I try, some traces of pain still remain in my system. I know, life is too short to be thinking about what someone did but I guess some people are just made this way...</div>
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-51116931828497398992013-12-03T14:52:00.000+05:302013-12-05T11:19:46.837+05:30Encounter!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We were in the same school since kindergarten, and often used to be in the opposite groups specially when it came to all the rivalries ( be it the-who will be chosen by the music teacher for the next annual day group song, or which section will win the maths/science/xyz quiz ).<br />
This because we were in different sections. But despite all the rivalry between the sections, we were friends.<br />
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Spending hours talking over the phone, the sleepovers and those cat calls during the sleep overs, mall walking aimlessly and shopping to our heart's content with the saved pocket money used to be our favorite pastimes.<br />
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It was in 9th standard that we decided we were grown up enough to go out for a movie all by ourselves, without having either set of parents to watch us. And we decided to go to the theater farthest from home. And since it was a Hollywood movie, gosh were we glad that the parents were not accompanying us.. We'll be able to watch the entire movie and would not need to excuse ourselves to the washroom, each time they show so much as a kiss on the screen ;-) ...<br />
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It was the four of us who went for the movie, had awesome fun and returned home, little realizing the fact that we were way beyond our curfews.. After all who cares what timelines are set by the parents to return home, once you are out with friends. Mobile phones were not a fashion accessory at that time, and us being the less fashionable one's were of course deprived of the luxury. Hence, no phone calls from mom-dad inquiring about our whereabouts. So once we reach our respective homes, the sequence of events which ensued at our places was somehow almost similar.<br />
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Dad's in the balconies with something in their hands to give us a nice thrashing ( mine had his old shoe and her's had a bat :-) .. and before you get thinking they were not used on us, so no child abuse here ) . Mom's in the drawing rooms with the worried looks and almost at the verge of crying, and our siblings understanding the tension in the house moved to the farthest corner of the house, away from the very sight of mom and dad, lest they bear the brunt of their sisters' mistake.<br />
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It really took some convincing and apologizing and what all and what not to evade the outbursts from the Dad's, though if I recall now, I think mom did let her hand move freely..he he<br />
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The next day when we exchanged notes on how long we were grounded for, we couldn't contain our laughter on getting to know we shared the same plight. The funniest part ( or now as a parent I think, the scariest for them at that point of time ) was her father had almost stepped out of the house to file a Missing FIR!!!!<br />
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That was the last day when we dared do such a thing, after that each of our outings were closely monitored, and most were only to each other's place where parents could call and check where we were.<br />
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-83448460284062430692013-11-27T11:44:00.000+05:302013-11-27T11:44:06.126+05:30Needy- Are they?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And he throws away the piece of Paneer I offered him to eat!!!!!<br />
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I thought he was begging because he was hungry ( as that's what he was claiming! ) . So I offer him a piece of what I was eating, he makes faces, then takes it, goes to a corner and throws it away!<br />
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And all this while he was knocking at the window pane of the car, saying he had not eaten for so many days, and was starving to death and wanted Rs. 5 to eat something. ( I now want to ask him, do you think the paneer which you threw, would have come in that meager an amount considering the sky-rocketing prices... You actually had the audacity of throwing it away!) .<br />
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Not too sure of the authenticity of the statement, but have heard about begging mafias being operational in most of the metros in India. And the fool that I am, used to think it can't be totally true. Why would someone beg, if the only aim is to quench his desire to have some booze or to take a drag of some local marijuana. But there is another side to this as well, where these people are forced to beg and fill the coffers of the so-called bosses.<br />
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So should we/shouldn't we give any money to these beggars? I remember, a friend used to often give such people food and I thought she would be getting blessings in return. But this incident set me thinking, if we are offering them food and not money, do we really get any blessings?<br />
There might be the needy ones as well, who are not forced, don't want anything to do with drugs or alcohol and actually only want food. But who is to know which one's are genuine?<br />
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The question has been looming on my mind for quite some time now, are we doing them a favor by handing over some money to them? Perhaps the one's they are answerable to , would be happy on getting the money and would spare them of the atrocities that they might be thinking of inflicting on them. Or maybe not, and make their life even tougher. Or maybe it's just their addiction to drugs and nothing more for which they beg.. Who is to know??<br />
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-34461973201379364382013-11-15T12:50:00.001+05:302013-12-05T11:14:35.138+05:30The Incorrigible Male driver!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The usual rant goes something like this,<br />
"Driving at such a speed in the fast lane!! Must be a female driver! ( And wham a tight one on the face, it's a male! )<br />
Overtaking from the wrong direction, must be a female.. ( and there we have a male again!! ;) )!!<br />
Taking forever to start the ignition on a traffic signal,,has to be a female...<br />
Not signalling before taking a turn...<br />
Oh driving with an L sign on , why don't you learn first and then come on the road ( where would someone learn if not on the roads!!!!!) "<br />
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and the list is endless...<br />
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If you find someone on the road in the car ahead of you, doing even one of the enlisted things above...it definitely has got to be a woman on the wheels ( or so the men think! ) . However if statistics are anything to go by, more males are involved in reckless driving, fatal crashes, speed violations, stop sign signal violations etc..etc.. as compared to women..<br />
But I am sure, the other sex would here beg to differ with me, because it takes too much of male ego to accept that women can drive well.<br />
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In fact, the extent to which they go to defend their own kind is amazing..Even if they see someone of their kind driving incorrectly, they would defend that person, instead of accepting that what he did was wrong.<br />
It's easy to overlook their own faults, but very difficult to overlook even the slightest of mistakes that a woman might make while driving!<br />
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Some even have the audacity of putting the blame of their mis-driving ( I know there's no such word ) , on women.. Because the woman driving in front of me, took a sudden turn, I lost control and banged the car. Isn't it your responsibility to take care of how you drive, irrespective of how many fools might be out there on the streets. My father told me, when he started giving me driving lessons," Drive as if the entire world driving around you is mad, and you are the last one left with some sanity. "<br />
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I am not denying the fact that some people do end up driving very funnily, but that's not gender specific, it could be anyone. Stop generalizing and stop being judgmental!!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we all believe that we are above-average drivers.” </span><br />
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And oh by-the-way, it just doesn't stop at women...<br />
If someone overtakes you, how dare they!! I need to teach this son-of-a-bitch a lesson of his lifetime, by doing everything possible in my control to overtake him again and then not giving him way to move ahead of me..<br />
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If someone honks at you more than once, what is this guys problem in life. He is in too much of a hurry! Now I will make sure that I don't give him any passage!<br />
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If someone races ahead of you on a traffic signal, oh alright! You want a race! Bring it on dude! And then there's no holding back the hard press on the accelerator!</div>
Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-16465355336656443252013-11-08T12:32:00.001+05:302013-11-20T12:11:20.697+05:30Holier than thou..-- Pretenses!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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How do you define your connection with God? Is it necessary to chant 10,000 shlokas early in the morning to be one with him? Or is it just a perception?<br />
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I believe my relationship with him is more internal than external. I do worship in my heart and I am spiritual, but not a fanatic.<br />
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" Oh that boy/girl, is too good. He/She gets up early in the morning and goes to the temple. Great principles have been imbibed in him/her by his/her parents." One of the parameters through which a person is judged by the people. But who knows the same person might be stepping outside the house and behaving in a not so conservative fashion.<br />
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The point being, if someone chooses to not put on a miss-goody-two-shoes attitude and presents oneself the way that person is inside out , does it make them a bad person. If someone chooses to not go to the temple regularly, but feel connected to god in the confinement of their own room in some solitary time, does it make them any less spiritual? If you follow all the dogmatic rituals, you are a god fearing human being, but what if you choose to ignore them? How about those god-fearing aunty-ji's who make it a point to attend each and every kirtan gathering in the temple and in their locality, but often end up with bitching sessions about the who's who of the locality in the end of what should have been a spiritually awakening session...<br />
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Many a times, people follow a religious or spiritual leader, for the sheer joy of being looked upon as spiritual human beings. Some people worship, because they want to save themselves from the wrath of gods.( Or so they think!!) <br />
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Some people I have met, are hypocrites of the first degree in these cases. They would go on and on and on about how they follow certain rituals and how they are so religious and how they find solace in god and only god and how they have nothing to do with the so called "Moh-Maaya". And you turn your back, and they would start ranting about , " oh which brand was she wearing" and " what car do you drive" and " who was so and so going out with" . I thought, you were away from all this, because you are a worshiper and are so wholly solely dedicated to the almighty!!!!!<br />
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This entire drama irks me to the extent that I feel like asking such people, why? Why live in pretense? If you have a connection with him, good for you. Stop demeaning those , who choose not to make their personal relationship with him not so public..<br />
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-65949531577802871942013-10-28T11:40:00.002+05:302013-10-28T11:40:40.876+05:30The Void :-(<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was 2 p.m. , I got a call from a friend who was just told by a Doctor that he had Cancer. A call, post which, we thought the world was coming to an end. I hurriedly called up Nonie, to inform her of the same, and we decided to meet up with this friend in the evening to make him feel better and see what could be done.<br />
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It was the four of us, me,Nonie, THE friend and another friend who met at his place and we all went out for dinner, to make things lighter and less worrisome. We all chatted and laughed and cracked stupid jokes, and when the air felt slightly better, we decided to part ways and go home. Nonie worked in a B.P.O and had a night shift, so as we all headed home, she headed to work. Before leaving for work she dropped me home, this was 11.30 in the night. We, although being child hood friends, were never into hugging each other much, but somehow that night she got off the car hugged me and told I am in no mood to go to work today. Of course, the emotions which were at play due to the news we got earlier in the day were playing havoc with our minds. And I thought, it would be good for her to go to work so that she can try and be back to normal.<br />
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Again surprisingly she called me once reaching office, which was quite unlike her. We chatted for a couple of minutes I told her to concentrate on work and relax a bit. 3.30 a.m. she calls me again, I pick up the phone in deep sleep,<br />
" Hello!"<br />
"Oh, you were sleeping", she says.<br />
"Yes, of course!"<br />
" I just thought i'll talk to you...Never mind, you sleep babes, we'll talk in the morning." she says and hangs up..<br />
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My phone rings in the morning at 5.30, it's Nonie's mother, " Your friend is DEAD!!"<br />
I tell her to stop joking early in the morning. And she tells me how could I possibly joke about such a thing!<br />
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My ears,my hands, my entire body went numb. How could that happen? She was supposed to call me in the morning and have a heart to heart like many occassions in the past!!!! <br />
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Her cab had met with an accident on her way back from work, and 3 people had died, it was flashing all over the news! One of them was her!!! REALLY!! Was it really her??? <br />
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I still have that question and many a times wake up in the middle of the night, after having a dream about her. Was it really her?? How could she go so soon! Why didn't I ask her not to go to work and crash at my place, like in all previous occassions!!! Whatever happened to the experiences we were yet to share with each other? How many thoughts and feelings are still waiting to come out in front of her, but where is she?<br />
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I still have her number saved in my phone, wishing that someday I would call her and she would pick up the phone with the same giggle in her voice. I know that's not going to happen, but still I hope against hope. She left a space in my heart, which could not be filled by anyone.<br />
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I just want you to know, wherever you are, YOU were, YOU are and YOU would always remain THE BEST-EST FRIEND in the whole wide world.<br />
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I wish I could talk to you, just one more time. Would say all the things unsaid, would share all the feelings unshared, would pour my heart out!<br />
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I Wish!!!</div>
Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-64765024928053519212013-10-23T12:15:00.001+05:302013-10-23T12:15:48.148+05:30Festive Spirit Ahoy!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So here we are in the middle of the festive season. Needless to say, the air is filled with gusto and celebration spirit. To add to the festive spirit is the wedding season as well, hence the overcrowded markets. People buying anything and everything. Of utility? Well, that remains a question to be answered....Don't want to talk much about the decorations and lights and the kilometer long traffic jams...<br />
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But something that hit me real hard was something I saw over the weekend. <br />
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We were invited to a friend's for dinner and on our way back, late at night, saw a lot of people sleeping on the pavements. Now, that's not a new sight for any Delhi-ite or for anyone living in a metro. But, it got me thinking, how many destitutes would be there, living on the streets of our city. How many of them would want to change their life's and would want to achieve something through hard-work? And how many are ok with the way things are and accepted it as a part of their destiny. These people are ill-provided for and often you would see them shivering in the cold winter night without so much as a proper blanket over them. But how many of us care to give off our blankets to them, even though each of us would have plenty spare one's at our homes. What if some relative comes over, we would need all of them!!<br />
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With the winters knocking on the doors, we would see them inappropriately dressed, without so much as a pullover over there bare bodies. And we on the other hand, always want that long over-coat, missing in our wardrobe!!!! We keep cribbing, " oh i don't have anything to wear", with the cup-board screaming for help to be cleaned ( this includes me!! ). Think of those who don't have so much as a cup-board or more than a couple of clothes , hence they don't face the problem of choices.<br />
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Not saying we should feel guilty about having such abundances in life ( and trust me, you would feel abundant if you compare yourself with them ) , but we shouldn't feel sorry for ourselves too for not being able to buy that expensive car, or for not being able to go on that vacation we always wanted.<br />
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Whatever we have, will always be lesser in comparison to some and way too much in comparison to others. How you want to feel about it is your choice, you want to feel deprived or you want to feel you have aplenty. Again your choice!<br />
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Would sum up with this quote,<br />
"In the long run men inevitably become the victim of their wealth. They adapt their lives and habits to their money, not their money to their lives. It preoccupies their thoughts, creates artificial needs, and draws a curtain between them and the world."<br />
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Bis bald! <br />
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-64518643041861116212013-10-16T12:58:00.003+05:302013-10-16T12:58:59.007+05:30To BE or not to BE, that is the question.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As we all know, there are Six Fundamental Rights in India:-<br />
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<li>Right to Equality</li>
<li>Right to Freedom</li>
<li>Right against exploitation</li>
<li>Right to freedom of religion</li>
<li>Cultural and Educational rights</li>
<li>Right to Constitutional Remedies for enforcement of Fundamental Rights</li>
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So much for the Social Studies lesson, the case in point here is the Right to Freedom. For me, there should be a sub-branch to this Right , " Right to BE"..<br />
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Like everything else, which is there in books and only in books, I guess the entire idea of these rights also remains printed but not followed.<br />
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In college days , how many times I would have avoided catching the eye of few Aunties while passing by, lest they ask me a question on where I was coming from or where I was going to. How it was any of their business, I fail to understand to this day. Then there were those, who felt they had all the liberty to comment on what I wore and whom I hung out with. Some even had the audacity of telling my mom of how she should keep an eye on me all the time and not let me have any guy friends!!<br />
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Then came the time, when I began my career and moved to a different city, and here I thought I would be a little relieved. But alas, the land lady had zillion questions on which friends are visiting me and what time I was coming home. And again the regular comment on what I should wear and what not ( Shouldn't it be a personal choice!!!!!!! ) . Aunty, I never asked you, why you chose to wear the same Saree day-in and day-out!<br />
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And oh-not-to-forget the relatives and neighbors continuously checking when I decided to settle down in life, how many marks I scored in my academics, which stream I took in 11th standard, what career choices whould I make, when one should ideally have children and how many ( yes, people want to decide that too for you..) . So for those who don't want to puzzle their brains much over this, leave the job to those who are willing to plan your entire life for you.<br />
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Why can't we understand, and let others be!!<br />
I only have this to say, to all those nosy intruders,<br />
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<a class="mainquote" href="http://www.searchquotes.com/quotation/Before_you_judge_my_life%2C_my_past_or_my_character%2C_walk_in_my_shoes%2C_walk_the_path_I_have_traveled%2C_/470424/" title="Before you judge my life, my past or my character, walk in my shoes, walk the path I have traveled, live my sorrows, my doubts, my fear, my pain & my laughter... Remember everyone has a story, when u have lived my life then u can judge me...."><span class="firstword">"Before</span>
you judge my life, my past or my character, walk in my shoes, walk the
path I have traveled, live my sorrows, my doubts, my fear, my pain &
my laughter... Remember everyone has a story, when u have lived my life
then u can judge me...."</a><br />
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Live and let live. You have no business telling anyone, how they should live their life, unless someone asks for your advice and opinion!! <br />
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Not sure, if this is the right approach in life, but I'd rather live it on my own terms.<br />
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I'll walk my own path and take my own risks. And if I fail, what the heck, that's how I'll learn!<br />
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Till our paths cross again!<br />
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Ciao!<br />
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Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680996328317945282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834073360697204635.post-67212910343852886782013-10-15T13:22:00.000+05:302013-10-15T13:22:42.811+05:30Some connection there certainly is !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Often times I wonder, how the world would have been before I was born. Was it as rosy as is shown in the classic English movies, the one's with the strong Victorian Era influence. Where the girls are dressed in beautiful gowns and the bouffant's adorn there heads and they go around dancing in the splendid ball rooms.<br />
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And then there are those movies ," The Boy in the striped pyjamas " and " The Schindler's List", which make you aware that there was such a world too. Have not been able to fathom the relation with the second kind of world so far, but I am drawn towards it very strongly. How many times I would have Google-d Holocaust and survival stories, I myself can't recall. Read through so many websites and books to find out why it happened and what joy it provided to any human being to brutally massacre another human race. Someone with same blood and veins, who breathed and walked and talked just like you do. <br />
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Each time I read about it, I feel more and more disgusted with how we can stoop to such levels of inhumanity! The stories do really strike a very strong chord in my heart, that of sadness and feeling sorry.<br />
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I really think, there's got to be a connection. Why else would I be reading about it again and again and again, only to end up feeling hurt and sad! <br />
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What a write-up to begin my blogging life, but that's what is on my mind for some time now and where else to pour out but here..in my world!</div>
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