बेवफाई जुर्म क्यों नहीं ?

" क्या दिल टूटने से चोट नहीं लगती? क्या किसी की भावनाओं के साथ खेलने की कानून में कोई सजा नहीं है? क्या दिल पर लगी खरोंच शरीर पर आई खरोंच से कम दुःख देती है?" 

उसकी आंसुओं से भीगे प्रश्न लगातार मेरे जेहन पर हथौडे की तरह पड़ रहे हैं! वो आज आई थी मेरे ऑफिस में.....दुखी, परेशान....बात बात पर आंसू छलक उठते थे! भर्राए गले से वो बोलती जा रही थी!मैं चुपचाप सुनती जा रही थी! उसे धोखा मिला था! तीन साल तक साथ जीने मरने की कसमे खाने वाले उसके बॉय फ्रेंड ने अचानक कहीं और सगाई कर ली थी! किसी तीसरे से उसे उसकी सगाई के बारे में पता चला ....और पूछने पर बॉय फ्रेंड का जवाब था- " बी प्रैक्टिकल यार...ये सब तो चलता है!अब मेरे मन में तुम्हारे लिए पहले जैसी फीलिंग नहीं हैं...हम बस अच्छे दोस्त हैं!" इतना कहकर लापरवाही से सर झटक कर वो चल दिया अपने रास्ते!शायद इसके बाद लड़की का फोन उठाने की ज़हमत भी नहीं की उसने!और लड़की उसी दिन से डिप्रेशन में है.....कभी वो पुरानी बातें याद करती है...कभी जानने की कोशिश करती है की आखिर उसके प्यार में कहाँ कमी रह गयी...कभी किसी तांत्रिक के पास जाती है की शायद कोई वशीकरण मन्त्र हो जो उसे प्यार को वापस उसकी और ला सके! पिछले दो महीने में पांच किलो वज़न कम कर चुकी है अपना! रात को नींद की गोली खाए बिना सो नहीं पा रही है!और आंसुओं का तो कोई हिसाब ही नहीं है! ये सब मुझे उसके साथ आई उसकी मां ने बताया!

सलाह देना कितना आसान होता है....मैंने उसे समझाने की बहुत कोशिश की! जो जो भी बातें उसे जिंदगी की राह पर आगे बढ़ने के लिए मैं कह सकती थी..मैं कह रही थी! वो हाँ में सर हिलती....फिर कुछ ही पल में उसकी सिसकियों के साथ मेरे सारे उपदेश बह जाते! अचानक हिचकी भरी आवाज़ से उसने मुझसे पूछा " अगर कोई किसी को डंडे से मारे तो क्या अपराध बनेगा?" मैंने हाँ में सर हिलाया! उसका अगला प्रश्न था " डंडे की चोट कितने दिन में ठीक हो जायेगी?" मैंने कहा ...कुछ दिनों में!
उसने अपनी सूजी हुई आँखों से मेरी तरफ देखा और बोली " क्या मेरे दिल पर जो चोट लगी है...उससे ज्यादा चोट डंडे से मारने से लगती है? डंडे का घाव तो कुछ दिन में भर जायेगा...मेरे दिल पर लगे ज़ख्म जो पता नहीं कब भरेंगे...उसका कुछ भी नहीं? " क्या जो मेरे साथ हुआ वो शारीरिक प्रताड़ना से कम कष्टदायी है? फिर किसी का दिल तोड़ना अपराध की श्रेणी में क्यों नहीं आता?" मैंने उससे कहा ...अगर उस लड़के ने तुम्हारे साथ कोई ज्यादती की है या तुम्हारा शारीरिक शोषण किया है तो ये अपराध है! लड़की बीच में मुझे टोकती हुई बोली...." यानी की अपराध तभी होगा जब शरीर को चोट पहुंचे...वैसे उसने मेरे साथ कोई ज्यादती नहीं की है" इस बार उसकी आवाज़ में शिकायत और तल्खी दोनों ही थे!

थोडी देर सब खामोश रहे....फिर वो उठी और बोली " अब मैं चलती हूँ!" मैंने धीरे से सर हिला दिया! जाते जाते वो पलटी और बोली " शायद मैं धीरे धीरे इस स्थिति से उबर जाऊं पर अब किसी पर विश्वास नहीं कर पाउंगी....और शायद शादी भी न करून! काश आपके कानून में बेवफाई भी जुर्म होती ! " 

मैं फिर अपने कमरे में अकेली बैठी थी.... पर उसका आंसू भरा चेहरा न तो हटता था आँखों के सामने से और न ही उसकी सिसकियों की आवाज़ कानो से अब तक अलग हो पायी है! सोचती हूँ वाकई उसके प्रश्न कितने जायज़ हैं! बेवफाई न तो कोई जुर्म है और न ही उसकी कोई सजा!

Valentine Slaughter !!

She was only fourteen then. It was her ‘first valentine’ with her ‘first boyfriend.’ She had wanted it to be perfect. She had spent weeks picking out the perfect dress for their perfect date on a perfect day.

Her dress was pink – the colour of love. But she couldn’t leave the house – all decked up for her date. She lived in a joint family and each person in her family was more conservative than the other (it was as if there was a contest for the title, The Most Extreme); so she had surreptitiously hidden the dress, the shoes and the makeup in her school bag, which was easy since her school bag was empty. It was her first valentine; there was no way she’d waste the day in school!

She had to go to school as she couldn’t escape the ever-vigilant eyes of her cousin sisters…but she had a plan.

The massive iron gates of the convent had shut imposingly behind her; but that gate didn’t feature in her escape route…she had a better plan.

Before the morning assembly, she had quietly slipped into the restrooms situated on the playfield. She stripped quickly and put on her ‘date’ dress, before shoving her school uniform inside her school bag.

She was putting on the last bit of her makeup, when she heard a multitude of voices singing in unison…the assembly was drawing to a close. One of the things that a convent school really liked doing was singing. And as she herself was a good singer, the convent sisters had harangued her, to within an inch of her life, to join the choir. In the end, she had cited stage fright. Standing in front of the school and singing every day for the entire school life, was not something she wanted. She sang for fun and only when the mood struck, but the choir sang for the sisters and as soon as the chord struck.

She looked at the reflection in the mirror. She had tried her best to hide those ugly red pustules but they were all over her face. Hormones, she had been told but it did not make the situation any better. She was ugly! It was a miracle that she had found a guy who loved her and had looked beyond her face.

She smiled, as she watched her reflection; true love was rare to find. She reached inside her bag and removed a plastic bag. Inside the bag was a beautifully wrapped present – his favourite cologne (after all, her boyfriend Rohit Randhawa was in high school and was a ‘man’). Only she knew how she had managed to save up enough money to get him the gift. Even though she came from a well-off family, she never got any pocket money. She had tried arguing a couple of times, but all she accomplished doing was instigating an hour-long lecture on how money spoilt children. Her parents argued, why she needed pocket-money when her family bought her everything she asked for. There was no arguing with that.

In the end, she had resorted to saving her lunch money, preferring to eat a little from her classmate’s lunch-boxes. Oh…the things you did in the name of love…but it was all worth it. HE WAS WORTH IT!!!

She took her school bag and hid it in one of the underconstruction stalls. Her friends had been instructed to retrieve it after school and meet her exactly at 2 pm at the corner cafeteria. In school, matters-of-the-heart required careful planning and complete coordination. Now she was ready for her great escape. She had planned to slip out through the in-campus bank, which had two entry/exit points. The fact that she was in plain clothes would not raise any suspicion. Of course, she prayed that the bank teller did not notice the pearls of sweat, glistening on her head. If she had to be successful, it would have to be done in one fluid motion. She entered from one side and exited from the other…and she was free.

She was supposed to meet Rohit at the entrance of Cupid’s Corner, a restaurant which was frequented by couples. She had heard about this restaurant, her friends often went there.  This would be her first time. Finally, she would no longer be the odd-one- out.

She got down from the auto and there he was, leaning on his bike in front of the restaurant. “Oh, he is so cool,” she thought as she sighed, “there is something about a guy on a bike.”

He waited as she paid the fare. She joined him and he took her hand and pulled her inside. They climbed two flights of stairs, until they were in front of a big wooden door. He pushed the door open. It was so dark that she couldn’t see a thing. It took her eyes several seconds to adjust to the darkness. She was still squinting when a young waiter led them to a corner table with a ‘reserved’ plaque.

She sat down at the corner of the upholstered sofa seat and waited for him to sit opposite her on the chair. Instead, he shoved her in and sat beside her. She was a little uncomfortable but she didn’t want to ruin it…after all, it was her first Valentine’s Day!

The whole restaurant was plunged in darkness. “How do people eat?” she wondered. There was a single small light hanging above the table.

“I’ve got you something,” she said, handing him the beautifully-wrapped box. He tore it open and smiled at the cologne, before replying with a simple “Nice.”

“I’ve got you something too, to show just how much I love you.” He pulled out an expensive-looking velvet box. There inside the box, delicately placed, was a beautiful mother-of-pearl bracelet.

“Oh, this is gorgeous,” she said, reaching for the box.

“Allow me.” He took the bracelet from the box and placed it around her wrist. She was admiring the bracelet under the orange hue of the incandescent light bulb. It was magical…her first valentine gift.

He turned her hand over so he could close the metal clasp and lightly touched the inside of her wrist. She quivered at the tingling sensation. She thanked him when he did the clasp and started withdrawing her hand, when his grip tightened…

“Let me go,” she bantered playfully.

He was forced to let her go as a waiter approached their table and switched on the lamp. Rohit unceremoniously opened the menu and ordered the ‘Valentine’s Special’ menu – with an assortment of chicken canapés; the main course was pasta in red sauce; and strawberries, champagne and imported liquor chocolate for dessert.

Rohit withdrew a 500-rupee note from his wallet and handed it to the waiter as a tip. The waiter smiled widely as he nodded his head and walked away.

“There, no one will disturb us now,” remarked Rohit, as he switched off the overhead light.

Maya was panic-stricken, when she felt Rohit place his hand on her thigh. He shoved her further back into the corner. Before she knew what was happening, his mouth came down hard on hers. She felt pain when he bit her lower lip. “What was happening?” she thought as she attempted to push him away; her hands placed on his chest as she tried to increase the distance between their bodies. But he simply grabbed her hands and resumed the onslaught.

It was several minutes before he finally released her, his breathing heavy. Her lips were throbbing! She ran her tongue over her sore lips and could taste a salty residue. She wasn’t sure if it was the taste of her blood or her tears.

Rohit was lighting a cigarette while her eyes roved back and forth the room; she saw several couples across the room…making out. She could almost swear that she saw a girl, topless…with a dark head sprawled over her chest. She could gag!

She felt nauseated…she was going to be sick. She put a hand over her mouth as she started to retch in disgust. She could feel Rohit draw away from her.

She reached for a glass of water, while he sat there…fuming! Her retching stopped in a few minutes but she held onto the glass. She didn’t even dare look at him.

She heard him curse under his breath, “Stupid bitch.”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked, still unable to look at him.

“I got you an expensive bracelet, you bitch. And what do I get? This is how you repay me?” he said unkindly.

But wasn’t it a gift? She felt her eyes watering.

“What did you think? That you’ll con me and I will let you?” he ranted, every word spewing venom.

“But I didn’t ask for a gift,” she managed, in between breaths.

The ensuing laughter reeked of scorn. “When a woman accepts an expensive gift from a man, she knows she has to return in kind,” he carried on ranting.

Tears were now streaming down her face…He didn’t love her; he thought she was a whore!

“But I thought you loved me,” she pleaded.

The repulsion on his face drove a dagger into her heart.

“You think I can love you? Have you even seen yourself?”

She closed her eyes as fresh tears rolled down her face, like the torrential rainfall of summer.

“Do you know why I brought you here, you bitch? This is the only place where I could switch off the lamp. You think I could kiss you if I had to look at you?” He got up and left, while she sat there, hurt, angry, weeping; and now alarmed…how will she pay for the food he had ordered?

She got up quietly, pretending to walk towards the restroom. No one was watching her—the guards were busy enjoying the scenes at the tables.

She turned and bolted out the door. She had learnt an important lesson—“When a man paid ‘for’ you…you paid ‘to’ him.”

It was her first valentine slaughter.

She could hear voices in the distance, which drew her back into the present. She simply looked down at the bags that she was holding in her hand—her expression sombre. She had vowed to never ever let a man pay for anything for her—ever again!!!

How Special is the someone's love for you.

Sleeping with Your partner doesn't always means You are crossing Your limits.Sometimes its simply means cuddling with Your partner under one blanket.
Sometimes it means, keeping head on his Shoulders.
Sometimes it means, just sharing a Bed.Or just simply sharing A warm Feeling..!!!!!

You want to know what Real Love is..?
It's waking up in the middle of night, for no reason,Shifting under the blanket and feeling the heat of person next to You. You turn around to see them in their most peaceful, innocent and vulnerable state.
You kiss their face in most gentle manner, so as not to wake them.
You turn back and there is a Sweet priceless smile on Your Face.
You feel an arm wrapping around Your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than this.
You can't make your Relationship strengthen with spending more time in Bed, You can't make Your Girl happy, by making her satisfied. You can't make Yourself proud, By Fucking Your Girl .
You have to keep that promises, which You've given.
You have to say those magical words, and prove it Every day - Every night. Treating Your Girl right is much more important than kissing her hardly - pushing to wall.

Understanding her secret wishes is much more important, Joining her pieces of broken heart is much more important than breaking her virginity. Leaving her with beautiful memories, is much better than Leaving her in bed. Long, Deep, Hard kisses doesn't make a Way for any relationship, But Few roses, Magical Words, and True promises makes a Beautiful Relationship. - Without an doubt. Spending all long nights in Bed won't let you come closer to Your partner, Spending few Beautiful Moments - Holding her hands, Making her smile. Matters a lot.Because when You Love Truly, its called'Making Love', and not SEX. 

True beauty of every Girl lies in the Way she care For You,
What she Feels for You.. The way she is ready to sacrifice her
everything for Your Love. The passion she shows for You.You cant take her for granted, Just because of the Simple reason, - She Loves You.................. It's really easy to find some one who can give You a pleasure on Bed like no other. But it's really difficult finding that some one who truly Loves you Like no other.. !!!!!!

Pass to every guy u know..........n to every girl to make her feel how special she is...........

"The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes , because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Why Women Cry !!
Watch her eyes 


"A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman , " she told him.

"I don't understand , " he said. His Mom just hugged him and said , "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father , "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason , " was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man , still wondering why women cry...

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone , he asked , "God , why do women cry so easily?"

God said

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up , and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances , even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife , but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfaltering.

And finally , I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son , " said God , "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears , the figure that she carries , or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes , because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Reality of Kanya Bhoj ... Navratri...

क्या मम्मी सुबह सात बजे से नहला दिया ...और सोना था न अभी !
जल्दी तैयार हो जाओ ... नुक्कड़ वाली आंटी के घर खाना खाने जाना है !
नईई मम्मी ..इ इत्ती सुबह से खाना ? हम नई जा रहे ! और इन आंटी के घर तो बिलकुल नई जायेंगे! बहुत ही सड़ियल खाना बनती हैं ! बिना नमक के आटे की लिजलिजी सी पूड़ी , बिना घुले चावल की खीर और ठंडी आलू की टिल्ल सब्जी ! हमसे नई खायी जाती ! ऊपर से कन्या भोज के बाद केवल दस पैसे देती हैं !
ज्यादा बातें मत करो ! जाना है माने जाना है ! और इसके बाद फलानी आंटी, ढिमाकी आंटी के यहाँ जाना उसके बाद फिर वो वाली आंटी और फिर उनके पड़ोस वाली आंटी के घर भी जाना है ! अभी सात बजे से शुरू करोगी तब बारह बजे तक सबके घर निपट पायेंगे !

बेचारी कन्याएँ निकल पडतीं नवरात्रि की सालाना जंग पर ! सबसे खराब खाने से शुरुआत कर यहाँ वहाँ विभिन्न प्रकार का खाना ( यहाँ भिन्नता खाने की क्वालिटी में हैं , मेनू सभी जगह कमोबेश समान है ) गले से उतारते हुए लास्ट खाना उन आंटी के घर का रखतीं जहां का खाना सबसे स्वादिष्ट होता था ! जिन घरों में टी .वी . देखने जाने पर या घर के अन्दर बॉल चले जाने पर या फूल तोड़ने पर साल भर कर्कश ध्वनि में कटु शब्द सुनने की आदत थी , उन घरों में आज श्रद्धा पूर्वक चरण छुए जाते , माथे पर टीका लगाया जाता ! मनुहार कर करके भोजन कराया जाता और ना ना करते भी दो पूड़ी और थाली में पटक दी जातीं !ये बताने पर भी कि " आंटी हम सात घरों में खाना खाकर आये हैं , एक पूड़ी से ज्यादा न खा पायेंगे " इन राक्षसनियों को जरा भी तरस ना आता! इन्हें अपना बनाया सामान देवी जी के गले में उड़ेलने की जल्दी मची रहती ! कन्याएं साक्षात देवी का स्वरुप नज़र आतीं उन आंटियों को ! अगले दिन से कन्याएं पानी के लिए भी न पूछी जातीं ! कभी गलती से खेलते खेलते कह दो " आंटी ..प्यास लगी है " तो जवाब मिलता " बेटा , हम ज़रा बाहर जा रहे थे , अपने घर ही पी लो "

कन्याएं दस घरों में भोजन रुपी राक्षस का जुल्म सहकर लगभग पांच रुपये कमाकर लस्त पस्त घर लौटतीं ! और घर आते ही पलंग पर चारों खाने चित्त हो जातीं !और शुरू होती इस भयानक भोजन को पचाने की कठिन क्रिया ! आंतें जी भरकर कन्याओं को कोसतीं ! शाम को मम्मी से खिचड़ी या दाल चावल बनाने की गुहार लगती ! और फिर अगली नवरात्रि तक ये कन्याएं देवी से दुबारा साधारण छोकरियाँ बन जातीं जो डांटने पीटने के काम आतीं !!!

A Girl Needs No Special Rights..... Only Equal !!

Gender discrimination is one problem that continues to affect women in India. The traditional oppressive norms have relegated women to secondary status at the workplace and in the household. This has left them with little or no education at all, poor health and financial status, as well as little involvement in the political arena. They are quickly married off when too young, and that means they become mothers at a tender age. They cannot cope with the stringent domestic and financial responsibilities.

No doubt, gender equality in India is something to question. It’s shocking that women are always treated last in the society, last to receive medical attention and last to serve food for themselves. So it’s a common scenario to see malnourished women in India. Statistically, only 54% of women in India are literate, compared to 76% of men. That shows that women receive little schooling, and an unfair inheritance as well as divorce laws.The context in the developing and third world countries is worse. Women here are still subject to ‘honor killings’, they are still denied their basic rights to education and freedom, and face violence and abuse. It was observed in a CARE project working with adolescent girls in India, that these girls were considered as temporary people who would cease to exist, at least for their fathers, once they are married. In many places in India, domestic violence is acceptable to women, and cultural and ethical implications are imposed on their freedom.  Because of all these factors, it’s impossible for them to accumulate a substantial financial asset which means no security for them.

In Rajasthan, gender equality issues have been aggravated by seasonal immigration. Rural Rajasthan doesn’t offer sufficient economy to sustain a family all year round. So women are left behind with the burden of taking care of the entire household. Now, statistics estimate that a woman’s income is 30% lower compared to that of a man working in the same condition in India. This is because while they work, they must also attend to domestic chores back at home. This way of life in Rajasthan undermines women’s rights for gender equality in India.

Most Indian communities have what we call a ”son preference”, and this is something that is widespread throughout the country. Cultural beliefs have made people to submit to the notion that having sons is one way of guaranteed financial security. Therefore, it’s clear that these culture work to devalue the role of women in these societies. They strive to achieve equality with men, making gender equality in India an issue !!

In an effort to restore sanity to women, several NGOs have moved in to campaign on their behalf. They have built small networks among women geared towards giving them economic stability. They also come up with ideas such as micro-finance to give women an opportunity to occupy leadership positions. Other NGOs in the area come with an aim to help women explore their talents and skills which could see them generate income. What these NGOs are doing is to organize change at a local level and also plan participatory action to eliminate stereotypes and generate awareness of what a woman can do.

SO CALLED ...... GOOD BRIDE....

Tomorrow u may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well...Here is a girl, who is as educated as you ; Who is earning as much as you ;

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are ;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements.

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, as much as you do for 25 years of her life ;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,

and yet never ever expected to complain ;

to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to ; and is learning just like you are, as to what you want from her ; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you.

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burner to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities.

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply

Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise.

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met.

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some

and trust her.

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it that.

But not many guys understand this...

Morality....Virginity....Why all the Tags for Girls...???

Is virginity a test for girls only..... i am listening this thing from the time of ramayana where sita ws asked to give the agnipariksha..i ask everyone why it is the girl who is questioned everytym..what if the guy is nt virgin too bt he wants a gal who is totally pure.. what kind off sick mentality is that..on one hand we talk of equality n on the other we make the rules for girls only..if a girl is called a 'slut' if shes nt virgin then what we should call a guy if he is the  same..? 
grow up guys.. pls b sensible enough.. dont get modernised frm d way you dress or speak..b modern frm ur thoughts n your mentality.......May be it's time for the girls to ask boys if he's pure enough to stand her side for the lifetime.

Why can't a girl ask for the same, when the other one wants to ask, it might solve a bit of the issue.

I've got friends, who've got 3-4 girlfriends and vice-versa? why, well the solution lies in the answer if you can provide one, you can go on to blame the westernism, sexism, pornism and ever xism for your point to prove what the issue might be, but what the hell solution can be. 

The solution lies in somewhat not about our glorified past culture (well, what I see today, the past was beautiful, peoples were human) but what are we actually doing it today with ourselves? bhedchaal, education (that somewhat I feel is not worth enough for a average guy to even get a good salaried job for what he/she is capable of), , internet, restrictions, blind eyes, live for myself, too much of religionism maybe?

Bang on!!!  Welcome to the progressive India where we claim to be modern people but still make Virginity a base to check a girl’s morals or her capability to become a good wife.  Today when we claim that women have an equal status in the society with that of men, we still are under the orthodox views of using a white bed sheet on the first night of marriage just to check the bride’s virginity!!! The guy may himself have slept with number of girls but he wants a “pure”, “untouched” girl as a wife. Why? Answer-just to satisfy his male ego that the girl he is going to spend his life with has been and will be only his “possession”.

Just for the info, male, have been in love, but still a virgin !! 

And I am forced to wonder that what would happen to those rape victims? Who would marry those girls? Moreover being from a sports background, I have always been told by those orthodox distant relatives to Quit it, why? because playing may result in breakage of the “moral wall”!! 

If today a girl loses her virginity with a guy she loves truly but the guy turns out to be a cheat then she is tagged as a “slut”, “characterless girl” ; MIND YOU these being the most decent words I can pen down ,else there are a million more worse words in our mother tongue vocabulary. I ask what is the mistake of the girl?  She loved a guy? She slept with someone she thought she would marry? Or, she now has lost her purity which would satisfy her to-be husband’s male ego and make him believe that she is fit to be his wife! And again no answers I could get!!!!! 

Yes, I am also a girl, an Indian girl, who values her morals, for whom her “izzat” is priceless, who has always dreamt of her “raajkumar” coming on a white horse to marry her,  and who has always planned her wedding dress! But I am also a girl who belongs to the globalisedworld, interacts with the opposite sex, loves, has break ups, overcomes them and smiles again and no one has a right to tag me any thingfor that reason! I just request you that next time you go looking for a girl for marriage, search for a true heart and not something like “pure ghee”, because she ‘s gonna be your life partner and not your meal to satisfy your hunger of ego...........

Being a Women is Crime?

Being a woman can be tough, but being a Woman in India can be tougher. I kept on asking myself while writing this why in a country which is full of rich culture and a history to be proud of treats woman in such a disgraceful way. The plight of women here is such a trending topic worldwide that three foreign governments had even issued travel advisories warning their citizens to be cautious while touring India especially after the infamous Delhi rape case and the rape of a Swiss woman who had accompanied her male friend. These incidents are few in a long list of crimes against women here and these have undoubtedly dented image of INCREDIBLE INDIA.

Who can forget the horrifying and brutal gang-rape on 23-year-old medical student last December on a bus in the Indian capital Delhi, now also known to be the rape Capital? Who can explain to a father who was dreaming about a better future for his family why this happened to his daughter? Can anyone explain the ordeal of a sister to her brothers who had always promised to protect their sister? I just pray to God that no one has to go through this ever in their Life. Only justice can bring peace to her family who are still awaiting the verdict. The case is still going on in a fast track court and guess what it has been 6 months since that incident.

So who is to be blamed? Few smart people blame the victims of rape cases, the dressing sense and stating girls are asking for it. Strange isn’t it? So can any of those making such statement answer how a 5-year-old can ask for rape? Or how can her clothes tempt a man to cross his boundary and become Monster. Few of them also said girls should stop going out late. Alright so can they tell what about the rape cases where the girl is sexually abused by her own relative at her own house which is termed to be the safest? You would be shocked to know most of the rape cases reported involved a family member or a known person. So from whom should we save Ourselves? A distant relative, School bus driver, the neighbor’s son or your own Uncle?

Trust me rape is not the only issue that women are fighting with in India. I still can’t forget the 15-year-old girl from Bihar who was attacked with acid or the girl from Assam who was molested, stripped of her clothes and also filmed while she begged the crowd to help her but no one came to her Rescue. What was her fault? Just that she was out with her friends?

We are a Nation where goddess Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswati to name a few are worshipped but on the other hand knowing your wife is about to deliver a baby girl, you ask her to abort the baby just because She is a girl? I have been to many orphanages that talks about how they have saved girls abandoned and thrown in dustbins and other places when they were just few days old. The smiles on those little girls face can do wonders and you would just like to ask why it is still a curse to be born a girl in India? Even they have dreams, the spark to rise and face the challenges and come out with flying colours. They are not less than anyone not even your “ Ghar ka Chiraag ”

The Delhi rape case got the public support and many people were on streets asking to end crimes against women but what about those cases which goes unheard? The government fearing more public outrage made new laws about the safety of women but even today I can’t see the number of crimes against Women coming down.

I just want to ask my countrymen why a Woman today is burnt in the name of Dowry? Why is she not safe? Why she has to go through so much in her life? There are so many why and so many tears right now and I just want you to answer these questions. She is a Mother, a Sister, a Daughter, a Wife so many roles she plays and that also perfectly but never ask anything in return. Can’t you as a human just treat her with respect she deserves?

Be a real Man, take a pledge to make this world a better place for women and to all the women don’t let others do injustice to you. Fight for yourself. Raise your voice against all the crimes and injustice.

Remember “Durga bhi tu, Kaali bhi tu”

I end this article with a Hope that few of you will actually try to change the way you look at Women and with a dream in my eyes that India will be a better place for all of us. I wish few years down the line everyone would be able to say “India is the best place for Women in this entire world”

India is 4th most dangerous place in the world for women.

India is the fourth most dangerous place in the world for women. A Thomson Reuters Foundation global poll reveals this shocking fact. It's an unflattering irony for a country where women make it to the top political positions - Lok Sabha Speaker Meira Kumar, Sheila Dikshit of Delhi, J. Jayalalithaa of Tamil Nadu and Mamata Banerjee of West Bengal, ruling Congress chief Sonia Gandhi and leader of the Opposition in the Lok Sabha Sushma Swaraj. Yet there are women deprived of their basic right to be born.
The report says the country is worse than war-torn Somalia because of high instances of female foeticide, infanticide and human trafficking.
It is only a little better than war-ravaged Afghanistan and Congo. The African nation is saddled with the ignominious title of "rape capital of the world".
India can, like it always does, take pride in the fact that it is a notch below its arch-rival Pakistan on the shame list. South Asia, as can be deduced from the poll, is the most dangerous region for women.
Evidently, India's apparent economic progress finds no reflection in the status of its girl child - most of whom are even denied the right to be born.
The Thomson Reuters Foundation explained why it ranked India so low on the list. The main reasons were female foeticide, infanticide and human trafficking.
In fact, it quotes the government's own horrific statistics on trafficking. A CBI report in 2009 says 90 per cent of trafficking took place within the country and there were some three million prostitutes, of whom about 40 per cent were children.
The Thomson Reuters Foundation highlights the plight of missing girls in India, citing the UN Population Fund report. It says up to 50 million girls have gone "missing" over the past century because of female infanticide and foeticide.

Need Change.

आज ऑफिस में एक बाबू ने बताया कि उसकी पत्नी भी बाबू थी ,दो महीने पहले उसने स्वैक्षिक सेवानिवृत्ति ले ली !
मैंने पूछा " क्यों ले ली "
उसने बताया " माँ की म्रत्यु के बाद पिताजी की देखभाल करने के लिए कोई तो चाहिए था , इसलिए ले ली "
मैंने कहा " आप भी तो ले सकते थे ...पत्नी ने ही क्यों ली ?"

इस पर उसने इतना बड़ा मुंह फाड़कर हैरत से मुझे देखा मानो मैंने कोई बहुत बड़े पागलपन की बात कर दी हो ..
. बोला ... " अगर पति,पत्नी में से किसी एक को नौकरी छोड़ना हो तो पत्नी ही तो छोड़ेगी , पति कैसे छोड़ सकता है ?

मुझे विश्वास है कि अगर उसकी पत्नी से मैं ये सवाल पूछती तो वो भी इतने ही हैरत से मुझे देखती !

पत्नी कमाए , पति घर पर पिताजी की देखभाल करे .... हमारी पुरुषवादी मानसिकता इसकी इजाज़त नहीं देती ! गलती न पति की है , न पत्नी की ! जो बचपन से देखा ,समझा है उसके हिसाब से वे सही हैं !

मगर सवाल ये है कि देखे, सीखे हुए को हम अपने बुद्धि ,विवेक और तर्क की कसौटी पर कसना और उनमे बदलाव लाना कब सीखेंगे ?

Respect Women !!

बहुत से सज्जन महिलाओं के घर का काम करने और पुरुषों के नौकरी करने को उनका स्वाभाविक गुण बताते हुए कहते हैं ... खाना पकाना , कपडे सिलना ,साफ़ सफाई करना आदि स्त्रियों के प्राकृतिक गुण हैं ! घर में खाना बनाना , टॉयलेट साफ़ करना , बच्चों के फटे कपडे सिलना आपको पुरुषोचित नहीं लगता है !

जी बड़ी अच्छी बात है ..सहमत हुए ,पर एक प्रश्न का जवाब दे दीजिये ज़रा " फिर सारे होटल ,ढाबे ,रेस्तौरेंट पर पुरुषों ने क्यों कब्ज़ा जमा रखा है ? हर शहर ,गली ,मोहल्ले में क्यों पुरुष दर्जी का काम कर रहे हैं ? क्यों चूड़ियों की दूकान खोलकर हाथों में चूड़ियाँ पहना रहे हैं ? अगर ये सारे काम पुरुषोचित नहीं हैं तो छोड़ क्यों नहीं देते इन्हें ?

दरअसल ये आपकी सत्ता का प्रश्न है ,और कुछ नहीं ! आपको घर के बाहर सब प्राकृतिक और स्वाभाविक लगता है , वही काम आपको घर के भीतर अस्वाभाविक लगने लगते हैं !

आपको स्त्री आर्थिक रूप से आप पर निर्भर ही चाहिए! और उस पर भी अगर आपने उस पर एहसान कर उससे नौकरी करवा ली तब भी घर के काम तो आप उसी से करायेंगे ... कभी उसे चने के झाड पर चढ़ाकर कि घर तो बस वही संभाल सकती है , कभी उसके सामने बच्चा बनकर और कभी बेचारा बनकर ! यह सब काम न आये तो आपकी शारीरिक शक्ति तो है ही !!!!