Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Mangalsutra

What men should look for beyond third knot?

Life starts with a ceremony, upto us to make it a symphony. Initial phase of any married life is an induction where lust mostly takes the driver seat. Every day is an experiment filled with learning curves. New places, feasts, gifts, shopping, surprises are surplus. But life doesnt end in 90 days. There is a long road ahead with pits n twists n curves. Every girl has a past which moulds her into what she is and all her beliefs and values revolve around it. We gotta respect it even if its impractical. Love care selflessness sincerity are worm holes to reach the planet of harmony. Changes imposed are escalators which lead to tomb of quarrel. Let her live her routine may be it be a movie with colleagues, an ice cream with a buddy or a pizza with her schoolmate on their reunion. If we can fit into her circle of friends, life is better than an oasis. When we expect her to be a daughter, we cant be son in laws. Finding time and space for her parents anniversary, a shoulder in corridors of ICU, pair of hands to wipe of their tears without expectations and returns from her. Giving is more soothing n pleasureful. Karma will guide the returns. Trust is biggest punishment if guilty and biggest reward if genuine. Both are good in their ways. Treating equally itself is a tone of domination and giving her the space and say is the key to heaven of togetherness. Of course man is made of emotions and quarrels are inevitable. Best thing is to bye pass those moments to come back n give a tight hug to say "win or loss - meaningless without you". Of course self respect means a lot to both but little suppleness is an adhesive.
Beauty immortalises itself when its beyond flesh. Introspection from a man regarding his academic, economic, social statuses before making the most crucial choice of life is much tougher than that of a bomb diffuser. Let us give what we expect

Journey from galaxy of friendship into black hole of love

Contactship transcends multidimensionally several light years to blossom into friendship. Expression is the true cumulative index of one's mind. Trust forms the pillar of relationship tomb. Synergism sows seeds of togetherness harvest. Seasons of events mould statue of relationship. Recipes of sorrow, support, ecstasy, joy, vengence, ego, betrayal garnish royal feast. Care is the salt of continuity. Mood is a pendulum whose swing is beyond world of probabilities. Only god does not play dice, unfortunately we do. As long as love acid does not etch the mirror of friendship, relationship is in damage control mode. One can never feel the same breeze twice and its true with people. Inhibitions kill genuinity, suspicion fosters vampire of double stand. Love is not a sin as long as it doesnt play spoilsport with game of friendship. Its an accident during journey of friendship. Initiators could be an incident, a walk along shore, shared pop corn n head collision during a thriller, a smile on a cold night, a joke whispered, a supportive sentence, pat of care but it can last long only through genuity, selflessness, transparency, real care, mutual respect and infinite number of intangible tools. Matured people can strike absolute balance and move on.Journey from galaxy of friendship into black hole of love
Contactship transcends multidimensionally several light years to blossom into friendship. Expression is the true cumulative index of one's mind. Trust forms the pillar of relationship tomb. Synergism sows seeds of togetherness harvest. Seasons of events mould statue of relationship. Recipes of sorrow, support, ecstasy, joy, vengence, ego, betrayal garnish royal feast. Care is the salt of continuity. Mood is a pendulum whose swing is beyond world of probabilities. Only god does not play dice, unfortunately we do. As long as love acid does not etch the mirror of friendship, relationship is in damage control mode. One can never feel the same breeze twice and its true with people. Inhibitions kill genuinity, suspicion fosters vampire of double stand. Love is not a sin as long as it doesnt play spoilsport with game of friendship. Its an accident during journey of friendship. Initiators could be an incident, a walk along shore, shared pop corn n head collision during a thriller, a smile on a cold night, a joke whispered, a supportive sentence, pat of care but it can last long only through genuity, selflessness, transparency, real care, mutual respect and infinite number of intangible tools. Matured people can strike absolute balance and move on.

Unborn angel

I have always longed for a sister. Sun was unpolished and rain was dry without a little heart that could have sung for me. Even my rainbows were monochromatic. Birds were too silent near my windows. Thunderstorms were witnessed in solitude with only pillows to hug. Even the ants at home were denied their meal from pond. Sound of anklets and swing of ear rings missed forever. Smile of a chipped teeth was a dream scene never witnessed. Joy of fake cry denied. There were no reasons to complain or quarrel. Two joysticks were never in use. Ghost stories were buried as i had none to threaten except my shadow. Jellies were frozen in ice boxes as i had none to fight for them. Chocolates were bitter. Theme park rides missed their thrill and chill. Tears rolled till belly as tiny pair of hands were not sent down to wipe them off. Forehead was missing the warmth of those divine palms whenever mercury soared in slender glass-tube. Birthdays were filled with wishes but were denied surprises. My secrets lost their pride. Even my beach walks left over only two footprints. Ceremonies and events missed an element which could not be described in words. God!!! Y this denial!!!

Search continues....

Prologue of Love

That day was unique. Second birth sensed in every murmur of heart. Morning alarm sounded melodious. Fragrance filled in every molecule of oxygen. Pillows giggled. Blankets suddenly transformed into danceware. Even nearby voices faded in mist. Almirah puppets got resurrected. Geyser dispensed cool shower. The aroma of coffee became blunt. Mirror became best critic. Colours competed with each other to cover my bare chest. Clock was racing like schumi. Lane looked bright and garlanded. Every step pumped more blood into heart. Anticipation traversed at the speed of light. Long wait is going to be over today. It was a breezy day on a shiny shore. A tailor made seat facing the reluctant tides resonated with my mental state. Roses hidden in outer jacket where fading fast. Awe.. She arrived. A gentle voice from behind and a friendly pat. Feel of heaven. I was falling deep into the pit of love ignoring so many cries and calls around. All i could feel was the soothing touch and a divine voice. Could not resist to turn around and catch a glimpse. Felt a jerk. In the wink of an eye. Things changed. It was a dream. But a different slice of bread.

Signing off with an expectation towards the next dream

Grandparents - Missed treasure

Trees have branched out to shelter their own birds which in turn have started to build their own nests. In search of opportunities birds have flown across rivers and oceans to come back seasonally as a visual treat to octogenarians whose joy is short-lived and lifeless commodities become their permanent companions. Those moments of pain is worse than cardiac arrest and hardest collision on their skull. Still hopes of listening those chirps again pumps in fresh oxygen and establishes their life roots back in home soil. The voice which scared us is trembling now, those staring eyes have blurred now, those parades have transformed into limps and lurches now. What is needed to put these things back in place is a tiny pair of hands. God has been kind enough to design fading of memory over age to avert mobility from bad to worse. Gold, currencies, cruises and stuffs does not matter to them anymore. Few minutes of kind words, feather touch of grandchildren, a kiss in forehead, a guide in steps means volumes to them. Loneliness is a dark lightening. It instills a piercing cry which is often unheard. It is quite impractical to demand or expect but diamond dazzles even if its tiny so small steps could bring loads of joy and extend their lives. Minutes spent makes memories to cherish. Scanty words fills their empty pages. Humanity and service are meaningless if we cant wipe off our blood strains.

One Billion Rising - Our Role


There is a report everyday in dailies and there is news footage in every television channel showcasing the ill face of violence against women in diverse forms. The introspection shifts to our loved ones who are yet to return from place of work or study centre and mercury levels are soaring due to concern about their safety. The violence against woman takes contradistinct dimensions such as sex-selective abortions, female infanticide, child abuse, domestic violence, violence at work place, dowry affiliated violence, trafficking, war related violence, caste violence, honour killing, etc. It is disgraceful that the victims are predominantly held accountable for the assault sparing the criminals. Women’s future becomes questionable and only a few manage to get back to their normal life. The society, relatives, colleagues make the resurrection path more rough and add to the woes of the survivor. Most of the victims remain silent and do not even report fearing the consequences due to revealing of their identity, emotional torture in the name of police investigation, legal hearing and so on. Even the media at times behaves nonchalantly in handling these issues for boosting their television rating point (TRP).

As citizens of motherland, what do we do to end this menace? We cry and pray for victims, we debate and condemn muggers, we write on blogs and social networking sites, organise rallies and the very next day there is a fresh report of brutality. What can we do? Do we have legal, political and administrative powers to eradicate such cruel acts? Such questions are meaningless and just come out as supporting statements to justify our inability. It takes a brave heart and attitude to stand against violence against women (VAW).
Efforts to abolish violence against woman should instigate from targets. It is the responsibility of parents, teachers and members of society to teach a girl child about violence against women and its ill consequences, methods of self-protection, about nature of different people they should confront, means to understand their motives and body language, how to act at times of crisis, how to behave with friends and neighbours and how to deal with strangers and so on. They should take prodigious care and ensure that wrong impression and fear is not generated in the young minds.
Chapters about types of violence against women, reasons, preventive measures should be incorporated in the textbooks. Self defence including martial arts should be made mandatory for all school and college girls.
The legal system should be intensified to deal with cases involving VAW and pace of procedures and judgement should be accelerated. The government should ensure safe, healthy and respectful livelihood for victims.
The role of individual in combating VAW is meaty. It is men who harm women. When we deeply analyse the root cause of such incidents including social, cultural and psychological reasons, the shaping of an individual morale is very much crucial. We should promote the habit of reading books preaching good moral, behaviour and stay away from pornography, etc. Every individual should raise his voice against VAW in any form. He should report any form of violence immediately to the police or concerned authorities and should not be afraid to present himself as a witness. People should not hesitate to provide first aid to victims. We should voice against movies, magazines, advertisements which portray woman as a sex object and should boycott should products. We should not tolerate the interference of money, caste and politics in shielding the attackers. Every man should stay away from evil acts such as sending objectionable messages to girls, using abusive words against them and so on. We should never demean women by passing sexual comments against them. We should be aware of the legal postulates and acts related to violence against woman and know our duties, rights and responsibilities. We should donate liberally to non-profit organizations which fight against VAW. We should provide security to our friends and colleagues during times of crisis. We should not try to justify the physical appearance or dressing of women as reasons for attacks against them. We should behave with dignity when we confront women in public places including malls, crowded buses, etc. We should create awareness about dating violence among teenage girls. We should read books written on VAW and should ensure such books are present in college and general libraries. We should also share and forward documentaries related to VAW. We should stand against violence against married women in the name of dowry.
Violence against women during war by soldiers should be condemned and all the attackers should be punished severely. Women who are taken into custody by policemen for social crimes should be treated with dignity. Women athletes and sportspersons should be treated with respect by male coaches and sportsmen.
Though the system of sati and devadasi do not prevail anymore, Child marriages are still taking place in villages which lead to premature pregnancies, social and medical complications.
It is shameful that girls and women in orphanages and rejuvenation camps and refugees are also subjected to violence. Women who are physically weak become targets of trafficking. Violence against women in the name of religion is disgusting. Genital mutilation performed on women under unhygienic conditions even without the use of anaesthetics is nerve freezing.
To put it in a nutshell, educating women, providing them social equality, treating them with dignity, protecting them and comforting victims are responsibilities of a true man. I should not do anything to a woman which I feel should not be done by anyone to my woman. So “I will not let down women!!!”                                JAI HIND

My Experiment with Self Pity

Self pity is the superlative malady to have ever attacked me. It never did any piece of marvel to me instead kept me as its captive. I mangled nine out of ten times to realise the slim difference between morale and self pity - self added salt of negative catalyst. A criticism or negative comment never lead to an introspection and instead lead to search for reasons and excuses to facilitate me to walk out of the situation as a monarch. Yup, it provided the much needed temporary relief but the bug came back as a giant with more might and everlasting impact to take a huge, irreparable toll. Only winners are heard is the truth. Ignoring ignorance is a real curse. I could never self estimate, realise the strength and abilities under the mask of self pity. Instead lead to disguising me as modest, kind and good hearted to hide my personal weaknesses and low esteem. Fact is one need not bend if he is right.Confidence comes through achievement which is the fruit
of identifying ones strength, optimizing it, acquiring required skills, practising till perfection, prioritising, amalgamating with people and dissipate good spirit and positive energy.

ONE SPERM AMONG SEVERAL MILLIONS SURVIVE TO EVOLVE INTO A LIFE.