We The People

We are living in strange times. The time when we don't feel the need of self realization. The time when we don't build up visions and goals. Our entire generation is running madly after money without giving a second thought about the point that is Iphone 5 going to give us real happiness and satisfaction?

We pray only in the times of crisis and we put everything on the scale of trends. Our thought process is moulded and guided by the latest fashion. On republic day we become a patriot, on valentine's day we become Romeo and Juliet. The basic essence of life is missing. The passion to pursue dreams is missing.The willingness to learn and dedication towards goal has been replaced by compromises.

We run after skimpy girls to impress them, we laugh at the poor old disabled man to have fun, we damage the public property to show that we are cool, do we ever think beyond materialism? We protect a different personality in front of people, we explain ourselves to the people who hardly understand us.

The loud music that plays in our ipods has deafened us. We comfortably ignore the inner call and move on with our self centered motives. The question of the hour is that why are we so casual about ourselves, why do we refrain from analyzing and utilising our potential. I am amazed to know that most of us don't think about our goals, let alone working towards them. There are people who say goal setting is a boring and old fashioned thing.

It is sad to see that there are these people who don't get facilities and help and they still top the CA exam and on the other hand we have rich spoilt brats who can't even clear their engineering entrance exams as they are busy partying at their farmhouses.

And I am one among this big crowd of uncivilized youngsters. I don't say that we are all lost and disoriented, however a good number of people are.We need to come out of stupor and realise that we are responsible people and our generation has to lead the nation.  Why not channelise the energy in a direction which does good to all. Think about it, I do have a point here.

Life is phenomenal

How great it is to feel total silence when you sit with all lights off and a small candle burning and enlightening your room and your soul. Doesn't it sound grand and peaceful, so does our life. Life offers us so much every moment, we think, we hesitate, we ignore, we reject, but we hardly accept these small gifts of life.

Each morning life starts penning down a new chapter for us, we read, we check, we find mistakes, we correct and we finally reject the script, thinking that its again a bad day, again the same fight, again the same failure.

We find difficulties in life, we encounter, we face, we run, we loose and we accept the defeat. We don't fight till the last moment to taste the victory, we blame it to fate. We lack in effort but we don't see that. And what's wrong inn accepting a defeat when we can build on the courage to stand up again and  fight once more. But it is always easier to behave like cowards and accept the failure.

We hardly understand the beauty of life, we cry, we complain, we hate, we blame. Do we open our arms wide to welcome the new day with a new zeal? Do we thank ourselves before sleeping for the day which has left us with a couple of lessons. No, we don't do that because we don't want lessons, we want perfection. we don't want to fight  because we don't want failures, we love victories.

We need to realise that we are very lucky to be able to live this life and to be capable of learning from our mistakes.Today if you are victorious, cherish this moment for what you have accomplished, and if you have failed, learn from the defeat and gear up for another fight. Life is phenomenal, all you need is to open your heart and soul to accept it in totality.

Don't rape me, Respect me

We stepped into the new year with a grim face, thanks to the barbaric male fraternity for exhibiting their inhuman instincts on an innocent soul. This entire event turned very spicy for the political regime and they ended burning their fingers. How can anybody justify the series of events which took place right from the physical abuse to the cremation of the girl. Where have the human rights organisations vanished or they might still come forward to defend the death sentence (if at all it is the final verdict) for the accused. Everyone has been outrageous on this single incident. The media houses, the student councils, film stars, author, critics and even the common man has protested against such a heinous act. The question of the hour is that where were all of them when two people lay naked on the road battling against death. Why nobody cared to rescue them from the misery and shame on the roads of Delhi.

The girl lost her life, the family sobs in pain and there on the other hand a constable lost his life, a breadwinner for a family was gone and perhaps the conscience of the accused also passed away. This has put a question mark on women's safety, on the administration,on the police machinery, however the biggest question mark is on you and me. It is not about them, it is about us. Post this event, I have been living in a trauma. No matter how hard I try, am I safe? Will someone rape and kill me also? It is really safe when I am inside my house or even when I go out with some male member of my family. Who is going to ensure  that piece of security for me? These questions have been haunting my heart and soul.

Some chauvinists remarked that girls who crossed the line have to face the worse. I ask those shithead men that when a two year old girl is raped by her own father what line has been crossed and by whom? When a 60 year old lady is raped by her own grandson what line was crossed? Some said that girls should be stopped from wearing skirts as a part of school uniform. I ask those dumb heads that do they go and rape Hilary Clinton or Michelle Obama for the simple reason that they wear skirts. When a tribal women goes to police station to register a complaint and is raped by the inspector, was it because she was wearing a skimpy bikini.In that case all women should have been raped during Indus Valley civilization.

It is not about the clothes we put on, or about the hour at which we step out of home, rather it is in your brains dear perverts. A bollywood movie merrily portrays women as a mere commodity, the patriarchal society portrays women as a servant in the household. When a girl is raped, the girl has to be the one who is blamed, she should be the one to commit suicide. No one would rip off the genitals of the accused because men are supposed to be lusty, women should behave themselves. No one would ask the boy to respect the girl but would religiously teach girl to wear a dupatta all the time.

How far would we go with this hollow hypocrisy. Why can't the fundamentalists accept the fact that women are at par with men and command equal respect. Laws alone can never solve the problem, the change of mindset will definitely serve the purpose.