Jab WE Met !

If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.

 -- John F. Kennedy

A chirpy Saturday morning...coupled with a mint mind, dozy eyes and lots of quirky curiosity set off with several volunteers from Woodstock Ambience on college bus with chocolates and toffees. The event was called RYLA and it involved teaching school children of classes nine and ten, in an interactive ambiance where fun factor was contrived to fill all our spirits with. These children were hardly versed in English as they belonged to government schools and there medium of instructions was predominantly Kannad. 

There were modules about the teaching program we were about to take up the next day. They were lessoned to us on the night prior to date and we somehow managed to remember some of them while hoping to put up more innovative strategies and methods for interactions. Some of them included common English phrases translated to Kannad for ease of communication and yet some were events and games we planned to play with the kids. The chocolates and toffees were the prizes we planned to gift the winners of these games. But still I wavered unsure how the program would go about as this was my first visit to a government secondary school and interactions with students having subsidized school education. I've always loved singular interactions with kids; had done it before on multiple occasions, and they all seemed to be at copacetics with me. But this time its me on the dias with my colleagues as teacher-friends in front of a coterie of chuckling and hollering kids with butterflies in stomachs. 

Our bus reached post 10 o'clock and just when we were approaching the school's location "Huskur", we crossed a long stretch of rocky fields on red soil and the place was serenely disconnected from the city. Students in white were already having classes when we seventeen stepped into the school and inhaled the bracing and invigorating air gulfing us. For a moment I thought I had definitely not put the time to inapt use. Our minds turned inquisitive as well as thrilled with the very thought of dealing with bunches of fickle, frolicsome and frenzied kids. 

We divided ourselves into groups of four. The ambiance was that of a rural fenced compound or an ashram. We walked across the sun-dappled scape of land towards the four classrooms full of bright and berserk kids. Much to our surprise they greeted us Good Morning Sir and Madam in unison loaded with smiles. I was in class '9A' and there were a total of 17 boys and 20 girls all in white uniform. Girls' and boys' columns were separate- one of the boys hunched at the last bench; another girl stooped at the second last. We introduced ourselves recoursed by Nishanth's expertise in the dialect and they did their part hence. In no time, we could befriend all of them. The charm in the 37 golden faces with stripes of pleated innocence was sprayed across their countenances. A certain chant of love and togetherness shaped between all of us. We placed our schemed events to them, and they were part of them with enthusiasm abound. Each of our activities deemed piquant to both us and all of them; needless to say they were elated at each and every toffee offered to them, for these tiniest gifts seemed lifetime achievement awards to them and they all flocked at to participate in order to win "chocolates"... Such inflows of energy were last experienced by me in my own salad days some eight years ago and memories gushed into like gravitational pull off Niagara Falls!

Our activities included "Tail the elephant", "The sinking ship", "passing the buck" and many more and all of them had the crack of the whip...never knew RYLA would be such a sport for me till yesterday. It was a rounded two and a half hours of rollercoaster spree of energy-flow and exchange of care and affection between them and us. As mentioned before they weren't well-versed with English; but our body language and their cooperation paid off all throughout the program in interacting as facilely as normal. Boys piddled about busily at their pranks and girls retracted in shyness, as expected. Some boys danced as a part of punishments and girls sang. 

Their valuable takeaways from various activities include listening skills, team work and other important aspects of group communication and confidence building. Towards the end, all of them were made to put up their chosen professions. In other classes which included students of class ten also, they really surprised us with some aspiring to be software engineers, some claiming to be Windows geeks alike. Some of the kids in our class wanted to be lawyers and bankers too! We were inevitably left agape and astounded pondering of how and what 'we' dreamt of, back eight to ten years syne. They really proved the pace at which ages are evolving and belonging from a government school, they really astonished us with the genre of ambitions they deem in. 

The session ended in a whirlpool of events with toffee distribution and there were tinges of  composed receding happiness across every kid's visage. We felt content as we accomplished the motto we went there with, the motto of RYLA. 

Our class of 37 demanded a photoshoot with the four volunteers including me and we took clips and snaps all over the premises. I distributed the leftover toffees to the shyest kids I could find, and that brought about a poised chortle at the corner of their lips and filled my heart with a sublime gratification unruffled and peaceful..

I hope the cause of RYLA upholds near and far across nations where underprivileged are too handicapped to voice their concerns and their social and moral education remains perennially amiss and incomplete...

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an anecdote: an excerpt from life, that may define love in a different way. . .

Feel - that's all you gotta do

And it will heal you

Feel the pain to lead you home to peace of mind

Dwell inside

Feel - that's all you gotta do

And it will heal the wound

Feel — there will be a song for peace of mind

Dwell inside

--- Tobias Sammet

It started much as a speculation whether we were actually pursuing a dream or going along reality… Well, facebook came as a boon to me, and to another person most special to me. It wasn’t that bad as either that making friends in facebook was ominous for other geeks and highly concerned and abnormally overprotective parents; but for me, it turned out quite skeptical. Time and again, the gracefully popular medium of facebook turned dubious and for the society, it had always lost credibility in starting a love relationship. But for me and for her it was like flying with eyes blindfolded and arms stretched with an eclectic persona staying at the castle in the sky…

Facebook was oblivion for me. I looked upon it as if it had become an everyday-affair for me, to be dealt as brushing my teeth or combing my hair… Out of the ten tabs open in my Google Chrome browser, one of them has always been that of facebook. Opening and checking facebook notifications and messages every-day morning has always been the bread and butter for my living. This person was somewhere made for me, kept by Him in His vigilance and eventually brought in my possession, slowly and completely. There was no glitch in this process as our union was subtle and made to soothe both of our lives.

I remember that evening when I was reading a fashion magazine and eating aloo bhujia, and I called her up for the first time. We talked for several minutes. At the beginning it was all mixed up, our voices and concepts… I was never outspoken contrary to hers. ---The callow symmetry of affection and bliss--- I had a sort of verbal comm flaw and she had obviously thought me of a child speaking to hers but with time and with precision, she found that cold maturity, care and affection for her concealed in my concepts, thoughts and emotions. Through in that first meeting both me and her were overwhelmed by the stretch of common interests that we shared. All the major activities including the petty mischiefs we committed in our childhood had some sort of match and were coincident by chance or destiny.

The connection of facebook progressively started to give out off reference. We slowly went on to believe that we have been born to be tied with this sweetest bond of friendship… As hours passed and days elapsed, coincidences increased and differences converged.  As expected, not though going by the norms, we began to cherish the similarities and respect the differences in our natures and opinions. We set off to share the sweetest, harshest and minutest details of our past and about our hopes, aspirations and expectations. All the unsaid conjectures and unaccented secrets of our lives flowed out and away to each other. We rejoiced our company at home, at office and on the footpaths, on phone. We had our snaps uploaded in each of our facebook profiles and we had examined and dissected these with utmost care and precision so as to make the closest estimate of our real selves; every single groove of our personalities. The greater part of our recreation was centered on our lives. 

We were happy being friends, a graceful part of each other’s lives and slowly but surely we were panning out to be responsible companions too.

It was both of us for each other, the best chapter of our lives for all times. Both of our lives were cramped with wrath, pain and full of rugged inconsistencies before we came into each of our lives.The fleeting fixture of flavored fledglings... ... ... There were absolutely zero compromises and we mingled into the tougher sections of our lives without much efforts and investing complex perceptions. The access was much simple and unrestricted because there was belief and understanding, and as time slipped away, our lives went on to be more and more intertwined. The most important curve in the story came along when we began todepend on each other for the flimsy yet most subtly delicate hinges of our lives. We depended on each other emotionally and sentimentally. The risk was much worth taking, and for me it was a rejuvenation of hope and love for life.

It was not just interest that dragged us close and brought us in the land of fantasies. It was that feeling of intense satisfaction that we could feel in our exclusive company, and that only we could impart via a very special connection, a connection which started with a very special friendship and later demanded an ultimate level of commitment indeed.

Had avenues of our lives not crossed each other, we would have not understood the savor of happiness. A strange infatuation, which would be a serious understatement, had indeed grown and blossomed, always stood the test of times. We loved each other. We cosseted our presence in the most colorful manner and enjoyed the little pranks that made us smile, cry and again smile.  

We were both blessed with that manipulated luck which made us understand the exact need of time and pleasure we are for. There were misunderstandings and falling-outs but none could let us down for each other. Each time an issue cropped up that brought us at loggerheads; it got sorted out at the disposal of one’s sacrifice who forwent with pleasure.

Our love, if to be described in two words, I would take up one Hindi and another English, “nazook” and “selfless” --- “nazook” because it would be the most charming and cutest you can find when we two souls are around, and “selfless” because it has seen extreme level of adversities, and through constant scrutiny and hardships, we have gained and regained our tender love, that has only made it stronger! 

A lot of time have passed, and since the inception of this legend, there has been fall-offs of that jejune romance, and this association was held sway by a certain ambit of spiritualism. Now, these moments of harmony are definte and strongly intermittent; this long distance has not only tried to estrange us but also weaken and loosen this special bond. But as forever, it couldn't compete with the invincible strength of this relationship. 

 ...for every choice , there is a price,,, for every secret , there is a truth,,, for every crime , there is a story !!! ...this crime entails in the most obvious aftermath, a devastation from which no human can refrain from in the long run. Yet it is committed by every human, the whole shebang succumbs to it eventually... And it's not committed singly, it involves both of them partaken in the crime ...as a result, to unsoundness of the mind is shown; there was certainly a degree of debility from age and supervening infirmities, the understanding gets weakened and impaired, but that does not render a person intestable or incapable of judging the injuries done to him or of benefits confered upon thembeholden to this participation...

Ah! Re’ponds a` ma tendresse,

Verse-moi, verse-moi l’ivresse,

Re’ponds a` ma tendresse,

Re’ponds a` ma tendresse,

Ah! Verse-moi l’ivresse,

Verse-moi, verse-moi l’ivresse,

Re’ponds a` ma tendresse,

Re’ponds a` ma tendresse,

Ah! Verse-moi l’ivresse,

I belong,

I belong to you, as He gave you to me,

As a boon from Heaven... ... ...

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                                                 My dearest, only one series of life.. is now that... to be sunk in your thought... ...to be lost in your dreams... ...to be sought the way I see you... ...to be a pretense to come onto your street... ...to be aware of your safety... ... ... to be envy in airs, birds and moon... ... ... my dearest!

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Tick-Tick-Tick Tick-Tick-Tick... --- Mind it, you will have no place to run, it happens in seconds... .. .

If your life is in love with terror, then learn to hate life" -- this is the message 'they' are trying to bathe our minds with... how much they'll succeed, well, depends on us !

It isn’t just the antagonism and social antipathy that is working behind the scenes. It’s the coldblooded ambition that is far too strong, determined and unique. It seems Saddam and Osama kills have failed to pose an exemplary presage to the culmination in the rate of such atrocities. We donot even have to take this up with world terrorism; our homeland has herself become a dire witness of carnages. Be it the precursor to Operation Blue Star in Punjab, armed insurgency in Jammu and Kashmir or the explosions in German-Bakery at Pune, Indian Mujahideen and Harkatul Jihad-al Islami attacks at Varanasi and Lashkar-e-Toiba terror at Ayodhya, or the perilous sequence of Mumbai bomb blasts for about double a decade now, the damned terrorists have been able to prove their mettle in instigating awe and ordeal perniciously in Indian lives.

The fear has been provoked once more as a part of the heinous chronology. The people of Mumbai whether travelling by the train, an auto, a crowded bus or a well-groomed taxi with a hi-fi music system, are taken to be a prey every moment of their lives. The working members in the families of the common class are all playing the game of luck with death now, every minute of every day. There has been this persistent admissible level of lacuna in intelligence… the NTRO aided with IB, DIA, RAW, FIU, and JIC could not yet devise a fail-safe measure to tackle… and still Mr. Chidambaram sets out his stall of military intelligence. He speaks his way in jest, "Having no intelligence in this case, however, does not mean that there was a failure on part of the intelligence agencies.”

There have been no leads to evidence this smelly act. Who can say, out of the supposed 850+ terrorist cells rustling all across the country, which did trigger the alarm, if our own Government puts on facts butterfingered? Who is going to be answerable for the terrible loss of these 19 lives and another 23 in extremis? At the current rate of population growth, the entire country is gonna be chock-a-block in a few centuries; will that imply alarms set off in NH4NO3 explosives at every corner of the busiest streets of India?

Contemplating of the aftermath, the insurance agencies suffered some notable loss, indeed. Mrs. Aishwarya Rai Bachhan and family called off French award ceremony… families of the deceased declared by Mr. Chauhan a compensation of ~US$11k! Eminent thinkers, revolutionists, television actors and actresses, politicians, public intellectuals across India exerted criticisms. Some social networking sites got crammed with updates condemning ample lack of preventive measures… Every Mumbai hot-spot was tipped off. Every human emotion got accelerated; all hearts started pounded faster and minds thinking faster. You can introspect the minds of the people in Mumbai only if you can imagine your building is having an IED in the floor you are sitting!  But this entire tizzy is subdued listening to the ‘prescribed’ and empathizing mollifications from the inspiring public addresses by our respected leaders and politicians, akin G.W.Bush’s let-up speech post 9/11 catastrophe for the appalled American souls.

If these ~600 deceased souls (for all Mumbai blasts) are deemed likely to RIP, if hope to be restored and peace to be preserved forever, then our Intel units and Govt. needs to work up synchronously to invent new and avant-grade mechanisms to detect threats when and where possible. May it be the encompassing installations of CCTV-s (eyes) or the launching of the Indian NCTC, security loopholes should now cry out for a sweeping reform.

…all these souls putting themselves out to sufferings and omen, are all ordinary human beings like us. They dress in white, green, black or orange pajamas to represent the normal domestic worker-class, or may be in formal blazers, ties and trousers to represent the business class, or may be in a fancy T-shirt and Nike knickers to represent the frolicsome youth class, or may be a very simple shirt and pant with an office folder to represent the commonest class germane to thousands of servicemen, but there lie intentions within, which may hurl and dismantle hopes of millions, instill in a despair for life and crave for revolt and tension. They set out for their mission undeterred, with a promise simply uncompromising. But now, it’s the crunch to detect them & fight them back, make them clear we are going to walk through the nine yards and put off their dreams of inflicting mayhem and propagating distraught. No one can snuff out terrorism from our lands, it will keep cropping up with time, but if we can see through our wills with enough grit, we can certainly reduce the flaws to the minimum. Let's join hands...

--- The WAR has already begun, for long...

                                     Ammunition rigged for an IED discovered by Iraqi police in Baghdad in November 2005

A crucial era of world terrorism sewed up... but will this brave act of retaliation exemplary for other terror giants...?

This is the first time that someone’s mournful death does not bring mourn but bliss, as we see American souls around the world rejoice in jubilation on the symbolic end to Osama bin Laden’s life and his era of iconic leadership in world terrorism. Founder and leader of Al Qaeda in late 1988, following initial intermittent waves of world terrorisms in 1990 at 1993, in WTC bombings, through the `98 United States embassy bombings in Kenya and Tanzania and finally, the grim disaster, the 9/11 catastrophe, which took an appalling toll of 3000 innocent men, women and children leaving a permanent mark in the national memory of America. 9 years, 7 months and 20 days after the emotional ambassador of the twin-tower crash, Bin Laden’s demise has brought about closure in the lives of all Americans who lost the precious lives of their loved ones.

Intelligence and National Security Council had backed up US President’s decision in undertaking the top-secret operation named Geronimo, a few months ago, against a possible existence of Osama in a million-dollar secluded mansion in a private compound, surrounded by 12 feet tall, thick barbed walls; at Abbottabad – an exurb 120 miles from Afghanistan and just 32 miles from the Pakistani capital, Pakistan’s most valued city, Islamabad! Osama had instructed for the installation of this hideout there which was particularly built 6 years ago only for this cause...made public in facebook fr the 1st tym at 0850 hours, 2nd May'11On Obama’s orders, the double dozen JSOp Navy Seals performed a surgical plucky raid for 40 minutes and brought 4 people to death. No civilians were killed. Osama was shot on his head, along with two guards and his own son, there was a human shield too, attempting to protect him. President Obama had said he would soon disrupt, defeat and dismantle all the affiliates of Al Qaeda in North Africa and Middle East as well. Following this, Mr. Obama has indeed sealed the following US presidential election for another tenure.

But as we all know the miserable affair of this seemingly endless seas of war threatens our lives everyday exuding strong emotions of fear and stress among all. The Jihad will prevail among all Al Qaeda extremists, and may push boundaries of terrorism more than ever before.

Its only because the very essence of Jihad believes in the catharsis of their own hardboiled sacrifices With the poignant death of Osama Bin Laden, other transnational extremist groups rise in retaliation, much indoctrinated in the reprisal of what they see in the internet as some tutorials of heinous Jihad preachings. The successor of Laden is a little controversy with the best probability alluding Ayman al-Zawahiri taking his place. Every nation has been advised of curbing any unwelcome possible insurgence to the maximum possible extent following this incident. Saying this, we must remember this that the charisma and the level of mastermind competence would remain unmatched for any Al Qaeda personnel succeeding bin Laden.

All great dignitaries like Fawzia Koofi-member of Afghan Pariliament, Italian PM Silvia Berlusconi, Afgan President Hamid Karzai, German Chancellor Angela Markel, French PM Nicolas Sarkozy, Israeli PM Benjamin Netanyahu quoted and rephrased that this defining moment has blotted out Laden and his memories and that the face of global terror can no longer spread his evil. Bin in the top 10 Most Wanted fugitive list of FBI fr the 1st tym in 1999But the CIA had probed the whereabouts of the Osama hideout and set out for the private mission on Mr. Obama’s direction after he could gather much Intel and thought through for the search and kill project. This mission was aimed only at killing Osama in the first place and not just to confirm his location and capture him.

The former Pak ISI chief Hamid Gul stated that the Pakistani Intel could not be enlightened about the US Invasion because the US did not give them any prior message of the operation, it was a complete behind-the-scenes operation and they stayed in dark till an hour later of the air strike. Former US president Gn. Pervez Musharraf  said the media when inquired that his visit to Sudan on `02 and the personal meet with Osama does not have any link whatsoever behind the aided cover of Laden’s shelter in the heart of Pakistan.

One alarming question is the close proximity of Laden’s hideout to Pakistan military base and considering the prolonged time which took for the construction of such a mansion only for the shelter of Osama bin Laden just 60Km from Islamabad throws an elusive suspicion on every mind and advocates the ringing possibility of Pak’s assistance to Laden’s interests, when osama wasn't hiding inside a cave or any imposing unaccessible mountainous region. However, Pak ministry has already denied any link whatsoever and asserted they would have uprooted his cover long ago if their Intel would have been strong enough to track his whereabouts. This can create enough turmoil in the following months for we depend a major part o Pakistan to exterminate terrorism as they are containing such sly grounds in their own soil which has the major adda of terrorists and a cagier chain of their bullshit essence of Jihad; but they are still not taking suitable steps to do that! She is a part and parcel of UNMOGIP and now, after uncovering such an intriguing location, they should be conscientious enough to revise their own methods of hunting down their sites of business.

The second alarming question in lieu of Bin Laden’s death surrounds around India’s urge and capability to carry out the same venture for giants like Sayeed and Dawood… This is a truth in terms of planning and intelligence that India does fear for a possible escalation to nuclear power of Pak. In order to deal with this India will also have to carry out robust air-strikes will proper air-defense mechanisms that may propel the Special Forces deep inside Pakistan. But indeed, the political leadership and unity does not favor the wherewithal to carry through such black ops and India will have to acquire that filling of lacunae in taking prompt and effective decisions when and where needed... …Bangladesh, Nepal and Myanmar were just the lowest floor for the elevator to halt at; if world terrorism is really set to be muzzled, then India just cannot be in a reclined mood and wait for superpowers like America to strike in. We need to develop hi-tech surveillance tools, rugged warheads, adept combat drones and may be…nuclear supernova dealt with at the SFC… First step must be crusading through the gates of Pak-occupied Kashmir and then execute the search-n-destroy or hit-n-run operation. But this would take a long term preparation for India and her allies to put forward this massive step forward to curb it; proactively. 

                                                obama sent osama to rot in hell ! (Accrding to NY Times) :P 

an INTENT for rape . . .

Well :) , thinking and keeping in mind the victims of inhuman rape rescued in recent past, these are exactly what come the factors(explained) in mind following which comes the necessity to rediscover humility in an Indian man and his respect for a woman's gifted asset:

Human is either straight or bisexual or homosexual. It's been a universal truth that a sex will attract the opposite sex in terms of it's brutish affinity. Considering only the psychological part of this attraction, it's not to be forgotten that the individual capital  will always possess in the male in the society to bring in minimum plastic love when he sees a gal in a very skimpy nightdress counting stars canting over the balcony and grinning... 

It started from Ruben's paintings of women's physique which brought about an increased appeal and affinity among all male human, instigated in them a luring fact, made them aware how much tempting and prized a female body is and how much welcome it is for every woman. Right from the gardens of Eden when adam came to possess mental capacities, men are supposed to be either beguiled or inveigled at the sight of a woman. But its the modesty of man to keep that carnal desire in matured limits and not to sexploit them. 

Given these facts, I would like to highlight a fact which goes unnoticed for most sophisticated young females in our society: the parameters encasing the sexual drive rather the impropriety in a normal male are a very normal uncontrolled fetish behind their sex appeal (which is obviously mostly uncompromising for most straight males), misogyny in a limited section of male population, and yet, an anger or frustration of betrayal by his counterpart female, mostly his ex.

The latter two has nothing to be done by the females. A part of the former can be dealt with certainly, from alluring the male off wrong intensions is by being a little becoming while they edit their physical appearance in public. Now the physical appearance comprises of what they possess naturally and what they dress it with; and it deals with both their display of skin and display of array. Attires are to be selected on base of mere preferrence and choice, but the exact factor which can be regulated is a dash of concern for how much skin they have exposed knowingly or unknowingly 'in public'.

All you Brigitte Bardot-s out there: you know there lie some bestial monkeys in our society who ogles at the female body irrespective of their dress but just to get a glimpse of their skin; if exposing of skin is not 'life-saving' then it is hundred percent advisable not to do it!... because alongwith being provocative, it also adds to unscrupulous westernising and thereby affecting the sobriety of Indian culture.

As of now, the cases of heinous rapes have occurred in remote villages and also in metros, but to utter misfortune, only a few percent of such cases have been brought to limelight. Rest of them get suppressed due to power in politics, or lack of moral ethics by the witnesses. The boorish senses of a male villager can just not be supplemented with literacy but should be brought about to halt with proper legal actions at the Gram Panchayat levels. As for household missies in the metros and their outskirts, its an earnest request to them to cease pomps of much skin in public as those rapacious hooligans are not edified enough to understand the beauty you are trying to present us with, but end up with their wanton acts... though its swings and roundabouts, you can still flaunt your figure with least lewd skin exhibition n none is even saying you to put on sarees to avert it... ... !!!

P.S.(for girls):  Be Sexy, Be Safe!

'creation' of intent . . .

'conversion' of intent . . .

                                           attempted 'prevention' of intent growth . . .

its a bad blood. . .

The Pakistan National Cricket Team should suffer from the antagonism they had been causing; they should :

face the heat from the defeat...

feel the agony in ignominy...

feel the pain in vain and migraine...

Let the BLOOD of REVENGE flow all over Mohali's ground from the bats and balls in the hands of Indian warriors ...

‎...

On the darkness of desire

put out the shackles of fire :

In the mist of cloaked shadows --

Let the blood flow...

A rapid collapse,

From a slower relapse...

From the cleft of sorrow and hope --

Let the blood flow...

A rare belief, a con life

Born into a bitter strife;

Into the streams of demonic curse --

Let the blood flow...

So for the pity on thee,

And the pity on me:

Lets join our hands and glory the spree --

Let me walk you through lanes to hell

Where holy gospels, in oblivion, would fail to tell :

Let the vices construe upon your sins to hallow ---

Let the blood flow...

Let the blood flow...

Let the blood flow...

It has always been the controversy for both the teams on field and off the field, but today we WILL see the limits ...

The 'greater' blend of mind, heart and soul

The legacy of the softest brilliance, a shining gem in the pockets of His greater creation, the mistress of aestheticism and tolerance, the female foetus always has been carrying the better omen for all mankind so far... and this transcends to all forms of life on earth :-)

What do you feel when you see a little girl clinging to her barbie or her mom's apron and chuckling... ?

What do you feel when you see a gal to school with a red or blue ribbon eating pop-corn or golgappas with her friends walking her way to the bus stand... ?

What do you feel when you see a college-going damsel parking her bicycle and prancing her way up to the classroom.. ?

What do you feel when you see a spouse in that blue gown kissing her groom on the lone alley in drizzling rain.. ?

What do you feel when you see a matron in the pinafore, with the frying stick in one hand, explaining Daffodils to her little one... ?

What do you feel when you see the biddy swaying on her wheelchair seaving grain or reading the Bible.. ?

...the answers will differ from a man to a woman, a young chap to a middle-aged man and then to an elderly man... Some of them still demur 'her' ability, some muddled with 'her' superiority, some mollycoddle the girlchild and yet, some sexists do not leave smirking at 'her' and throw tantrums to demean them pejoratively.

The very moment as she steps into this world- prejudice still persists among a majority of our society to abase and carry her off- an heinous and legally punishable crime, yet a mututal decision from both parents do offer the way for the infanticides. If not ignoble enough, they sexploit them applying them to cheap labour, wild sexual harrasment and molestation. Young girls are taken as elements of fun used as carnal toys- beaten up, kept at gunpoint and raped... there's no one to counter them until activists like Sunitha Krishnan came forward and led to commence a prevention-cum-relief campaign for the ones being 'used'.

The 18-year old Anita belongs to a bourgeois lower-middle class Delhi family, brought up in a coddled guardianship. She acquiesces to her mom and pop, toes their line; her talents and passions are never recognized but always cherished and nurtured covertly by her... she has learnt to tuck away her fears, hopes and efforts regarding her passions and talents from her own family... but like most of us, she too likes to cross all bounds to step out to the adventurous world outside and crow, to her gloating independence ...

One fine day, she finds her prince charming out of nowhere, gets giddied flying along his inrordinate charms- his mien, gets pampered, loved and carried miles away; her superconsciousness draws her to feel what is left for her to attain felicity. She sells her innocence to Raj and submits herself to him,, not knowing what awaits from 'him' is tragically unbefitting for her life. She is bewitched as no other prince charming had even taken her notice since...; Raj leaves her on a cruel anticlimatic note and all of her innate depressions and frivolent despair come rushing back lickety-split . . . . .

I am not putting this down based on either pity or sympathy for Anita and girls alike, but with an insight to the minds and hearts of these girls who have faced such bummers in their life and the consequent feelings and hatred which they grow towards any guy who even try to honor or compliment her genuine traits. She slowly grudges her revolution against masculism and becomes a staid revolting dowager.

Then, when Deep, her old school friend makes her a genuine proposal, she calls it down. Deep who has been keen on his care and love gets disheartened outright; he complains and pleas... his every attempt gets rejected scornfully.

Anita had been fighting with her moral conflicts very hard since her childhood, and just when she went to entail her life with the conclusive happiness, luck played its most wicked part.

For Raj, Anita suffered, and thus Deep was taken the toll on! Ab khut hi samjho who is to be blamed for ?

A simple message to all Raj-s out there who become the '???' in the life of such decent and pure-hearted girls like Anita:

These most wonderful creatures on earth are to be exploited, but to be exploited properly, very carefully, delicately and lovingly if you want to have a partner in your life in future, who would give you the same treatment. Otherwise, when you will have chance, you lose it face down. Be a cool dude from outside, but when it comes to angels like Anita, please mould your heart for her...

Anita was born a cute little chortling baby girl, brought up in a controlled environment, her spiritual growth restricted and the flavor of power and pleasure dismantled, that a boy could've got way finer in his upbringing. What was her fault? She is not the weaker sex, nor that she cannot be at par in excellence with her male counterparts...then why is 'she' deprived of equal happiness?

Anita was an innocent baby, is an obedient daughter, ...few years hence, she could have been a graceful and loving girlfriend and then, a beautiful and responsible loving wife. Then comes the part of duty, which no guy can ever replace and perform... being a mother, which only a loving caring mom knows who discards all her worldly pleasures behind nurturing her child and giving it all the world's warmth in her arms...Why then Anita's parents are so reluctant to educate and value their female child with the same love and care? I am not talking here about those who are economically well backed up and have all the fun and joy they need to fulfil and contain their life with... I am talking about the billions of such victims of injustice as Anita.

This take of understanding for some guy may take a year to conceive, for others they may keep wondering for their whole life... yet for the rest, they'll sleep in the dark and when they'll wake up, they'll become one of the Raj-s who live their lives based on exasperation, egotism and pretentiousness. What they achieve are money, fame and property. What they lack, is not in their ambit of comprehension. They will lack the most-wanted 'love of a woman', who may do away with all of these, still living up to all of his desires and requirement.

BE SHE YOUR OWN SISTER, MA OR WIFE, OR SOMEONE ELSE'S,,, BELIEVE ME DUDE-- THERE IS NO GREATER BLESSING IN THIS WORLD FOR ALL YOU 'DEEP's OUT THERE TO HAVE A GIRLCHILD GROWN TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND OR A GENUINE WELL-WISHER WHO WILL BE THERE WITH YOU, BY YOU AND FOR YOU FOR EVER... :-)

I hope I have been able to convey a short message through this encomium for Anita, today's female you will find in most families, one of every five gal you may see around you. Please respect every women, as they are your assets, my assets, our assets and assets for themselves in making this place more peaceful and happier where we live in. No one knows who which day can make India shine in name of Science as Kalpana, in the name of world recognition as Mother Teresa, in the name of Sports as Saina or Kamaljit Sandhu or Malleswari, or rise in the name of leadership as Hon Pratibha Patil or Indira Gandhi, or in the name of valor such as Sunitha Krishnan or Ms Kiran Bedi... ...

Posterity will see more such assets if you help them make possible ... ... ...

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"...you can let go now daddy..." ,,,

...the dream dad for Anita :) ... :---

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