What do you mean?

This happened a few weeks back and I always wanted to say this. So, here it is, loud and clear....hopefully!

It’s a bright Monday morning. I’m early to work and perilously hungry, but something goes terribly wrong…

Calvin: Arey, ek Misal Pav dena.
Raju, man with the dirty plastic glove: Sirhh, abhi tak ‘Pav’ aaya nahi. Thodayeh time maieh ayega. (Yes, South Indian bugga.)

*Beeeeep* I swipe out to go back to my work station. Suddenly I see a man approaching the canteen with a gazillion pavs. I change my destination and follow the man with the pav back to the canteen.

Raju, man with the dirty glove: Arey Pav aaya.
Calvin: (*Screming thought-cloud*) Raaaaaaacissssstttt

I: The Disgusted Indian

Another rape case again. In the days to come, I feel we would be more upset about the Indian team not performing than a brutal rape of a 15 or 18 years old innocent girl. Things will turn casual if this repeatedly happens. Oh wait! It is repeatedly happening. Not justifying what the terrorist do, but although they have no good reason to do what they are doing, at least they have the courtesy to rig a bullet straight to your head rather than form a group to gang rape, torture, and dump your loved one on the highway or a sewage whichever comes first on their way back home. A minister in the paper recently said, “Marry the boys young to avoid rape.” Wow! The concept of rape in marriages, exciting, isn't it Mr. Minister? (Oh yeah! By the way, Ministers lead our country or at least are supposed to lead.)

In a nation where we boast of culture and tradition that regards women as the source of goodness, where are we heading? It is really depressing and all the more disturbing to see our fellow brethren disregarding women and stoop down to the level of raping an innocent woman travelling back home with her boyfriend. No, I do not wish capital punishment for these accused. Rather, I would like them to be exposed to sheer brutality like we see in any gore movie and then be dumped into a sewage to rot and if their luck favors, probably die. They need not be executed; rather we need to make them suffer to kill them. Although this is my personal opinion, I bet most of you folks reading this would agree.

As I travel this morning to work I pondered on the brutality we have aligned ourselves to. This rape case was just one of them. Every day millions of rape/molestation cases happen across our nation. And not just that, young girl children are victims too. How can we stop it? Is subjecting the accused to capital punishment the solution? Is nailing the accused to sheer brutality and terminating him from society a solution? What if the demons fail to rest and still opts for rape despite the dire consequences he is aware of? Also, what if a woman falsely accuses a man of rape? Although from the bottom of my heart I want the accused to be butchered to death, I can’t stop but push myself to think about the solution. Would I be at peace to send my girlfriend/sister/wife or even my mother to a World out there ridden with rapist hiding in the dark corner of almost every street? I definitely wouldn't. Even if the accused are executed, the wounds may heal, but the scars remain.

To battle this situation, all of us need is a self-awareness about respect, our limits, and self-control. Sorry to say this, but especially the men need to learn this. No capital punishment would curb the rape/molestation cases that are reported daily and tossed into fame and the ones that remain covered under the filthy sheets of traditional practices. We need to learn to love and allow to nurture it through self-control. No amount of punishment can cub this evil practice permanently unless there is self-awareness and an immense feeling of love or at least respect for the other. Education needs to take pace and pierce through poverty and the reach out to the remote masses. People need or rather have to understand what the consequences of any evil are on the victim rather than on the accused. Would they choose the same thing to happen to their mother/sister or their own wife? People need to be aware of this and if not, they need to be made aware of this. The only solution I see is educating them and bringing them up to a level to learn to respect every woman they see, even whilst bird-watching and understand and master the art of self-control. To end this post, I wish and pray for every girl who is a victim of such irrational and lunatic behavior. May GOD give them all the strength, power, grace, or whatever we may call it to battle such an extent of bitterness they have experienced in life.

Some terrorist are outside the country, but a million are already resting inside!

Symphony

I ask myself who makes music,
The clatter of a beggar or the wealth of the rich.

I ask myself who makes music,
The chirping of the morning bird or the sound of a sedan.

I ask myself who makes music,
The laugh of innocence or the arrogance of maturity.

I ask myself who makes music,
The care of a loved one or the one whom we chase in vain.

Oh! It is time to look back now,
And tune to ourselves and align to HIS will.

Because when I asked myself who makes music,
The voice inside me replied, “YOU DO!”

Changing Ways

All the paths that I tread thinking they were right,
Plundered and killed a million ideas.

Some were right, rest were just a massacre,
I was led astray, I gave in to temptation.

Now that I open my eyes,
I fear I may close them again as the days pass by.

I took people for granted; assumed they would understand,
I was wrong, regret not all, but many of my actions.

Today I stand in realization,
To understand and look at the oncoming storm.

I cling on to my crucifix,
And I pray that I don't fall.

I've had my share of falls, but now its time to rise,
Time to be humble, time to apologize.

Strength from above keeps me heading,
Into a battle of joy and grief.

I was made to fight - flesh, blood, and spirit,
Unless HIS power rests, I shall wither.

FATHER, hold me now, this battle takes me down,
I put my faith and might in YOU alone.

Hope my sins will be forgiven, sins count to a million,
But I'm not just the one; hope to see you on the other side.

Just a Thought!

Life throws ups and downs at you. Sometimes we defend ourselves saying the circumstances were insane. For the rest, we cover it up saying - it is my perspective. While Eminem yells, will the real slim shady please stand up, I yell out, will the truth ever be accepted? Will we stop twisting the truth and accept it as it is? Or will we alter and manipulate it to be politically right and find the easy way out?

I'm no saint. I'm just the regular sinner who has his own ways to manipulate truth and live on. I manipulate because I fear. Fear of rejection by society, people, and most of the time, my inner self! But, deep inside I pursue a change; I pursue a change fueled by strength. May GOD be gracious and fill me with HIS grace and power that someday I see myself standing tall; standing tall just to say - It's not my perspective - It is the TRUTH.

Dukkar

Doah dukkar gooh kha rahey hai.

Dukkar 1: Dude, ek question poocho?

Dukkar 2: Pooch naah...

Dukkar 1: Yaar hum saari duniya ka goo khatey hain. Koi hamara gooh kyon nahi khata?

Dukkar 2: (Disgustingly) *gooochoo* *gooopooch* Please yaar, khaney kay time yeh goooh-shooh ki baat mat kiya kar.

The End
Courtesy: Mudabir Tales.

An Olympian Arises...

It was a bright sunny day. I wore my running suit, sipped a couple of energy drinks and was on my feet. Not only was I carrying the brand logo of famous brands like Repsol and IBM, I was running for my country. I had to make it on the other side. I had no choice.

My coach was a young fella. Much younger to me; but way more experienced. He has tried qualifying for the Olympics, but somehow he was my coach. Some things don’t need rationale, you’ll know why. I don’t know what happened to his Olympic dream; neither did I have the time to probe it. Against me stood similar looking Indian men trying to pedal-to-the-medal. We all wanted to qualify, but only one could.

Stood among all the participants was a rival coach, the face I could barely see. He wore a black metal band t-shirt, with camouflage three fourths, and sported huge dreadlocks. He didn’t trust his kid, so eyed me all the while to break my confidence as he muttered anti-Calvin comments. Yet I could not see his face. It appeared blur and foiled with hair. But I had to keep my cool. Despite being a gullable kid, I knew it I had no choice, I had to run the race…run to win it.

After three grueling rounds of eliminations, I was still in the game. And so was the dreadlock rival. This got me a little worried, but I could not afford to lose focus. I knew I had to and I had to win this run. It was the ultimate decider. The gun fired, and we all roared through the mucky tracks. Mud and sweat flying around in a quest to win the race! I changed gears, at least I felt like I did, and I speeded up. My hands moved fast; my legs faster. I crossed some of the top notch runners. Although I didn’t see them, I could feel I was taking the lead.

With the lead running in my favor I knew I had to focus to sustain it. Then, came the steep right curve. My friends and well wishes stood at the curve. I tried to focus, but with the cheers they had, I could not help but drop an optimistic smile. Someone this enhanced my focus. I was smiling through as I headed towards the finish line.

The final 10 seconds begin to clock. I could see runners struggle to keep up their pace. I thought they had raced me and I had another lap to cover. I speeded up even more. I could feel my veins pumping the adrenaline in my legs. Within seconds, I could not believe what I saw; the untouched finish line. I crossed it. I knew I had made it. I had qualified for the Olympics. Again, within seconds I could see the rival coach throwing bottles and energy drinks all around. I knew my victory was bitter for him.

Qualifying for the Olympics had always been my dream. And this time it was no different. It was a dream. I heard my mom’s encore to rush for work. But, who pays heed when u just qualified for the Olympics? My dreams normally end up when I’m just about to win a race or a boxing match. This time around it was complete. I had qualified for the Olympics…a dream which I will never forget; a dream now which you also will never forget after reading so much text.

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