Sunday, September 15, 2013

Verdict two zero thirteen.

The verdict is out, it’s a death sentence. And I am happy. As a girl, I feel safer than I felt on December 16th, when the gory gang rape had taken place. Ever since the rape case and its gory details were put in front of an already frustrated public, the entire population had been demanding it. Anything less would have evaporated their faith in the judiciary. This case has been classified as one of the ‘rarest of the rare’ cases, and hence such a punishment has been meted out. Considering the ‘brutality, hair raising beastly and unparalleled behavior’ of the rapists, the motive of proving that the court  isn’t blind to the crime against women and sending across a deterrent message to potential offenders, Justice Yogesh Khanna has delivered this landmark verdict. Kudos.
Hopefully, the rapes will stop. Not all of a sudden, but gradually. There can be two ways in which the offenders may react to this statement.  1. They may either stop committing this crime (which is um, sadly but realistically, impossible) 2. Or they may kill the victim, erase all clues, and go home to a good night’s sleep. No survivor, no accusations, no death (unnatural, of course). When the moral fiber of a country has been torn and destroyed, then even applause worthy measures taken by the judiciary           ( which come once in a long while), cannot sew it up easily.
Women have been suppressed. It’s a truth oft told, and frowned upon. It’s a flaw oft pointed out, a problem that pops up in all conversations, but, it has not been corrected. It has been about all talk and no action. In a society where women are beaten up, burnt, brutalized and harassed, we expect ‘no rapes’ after one judgment. In a country where women have been disrespected to such humongous extents, how can we expect one sentence to change it all? Granted, that this judgment does send across a strong message, but if the boys aren’t taught from the very beginning of their life, that ‘Thou shall respect women, and Thou shall not violate them’, how can we expect these boys, who are to be future men, to be ‘civilized’ and respectful towards the ladies?
Certain men of today, may argue and fight for women’s rights, and go home only to beat up their wife because there is too much salt in the dinner.
And if we consider the ‘brutality and beastly behavior’ angle, then I must say, that all rape cases are rarest of the rare. I do not think that rape of a five year old girl by a trusted neighbor, or the shakti mills rape case, or the rape case of any woman or girl is any less brutal.  Though some don’t result in death (physically), the rape kills them inside. It kills their spirit. Their faith in humanity. Their belief that there is goodness left in the world.  A rape is not something anyone can forget. The scars are mental, psychological, emotional and eternal. The victims die a little every day.  Is this not brutal? Doesn’t this too need a strict punishment?

The judgment is a much appreciated step taken in the right direction, but it is only a short term measure. You cannot just give a Crocin to a feverish child and let him go. It is only a pain reliever. A course of antibiotics is required after that, to cure the fever. Similarly, the judgment is a painkiller, but we do need laws that strengthen the moral fiber of the country, and punish those who intend to damage it. All in all, this judgment has restored my faith in law, but it would take more such measures and some strong laws to keep it that way.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Ships At Night


Soaring sails,
battering the wind,
the floating clouds,
are left behind…
the sun is setting,
the sky is turning amber and red,
the sailors are churned out and exhausted,
need water, rest and bread….
The sun, seems like reaching their sail,
the wines being brought up pail by pail,
bread and fruits served tonight,
and the measly morsels are the feast, stars are the light….
The sun seems as if swimming in the ocean,
And seems like a candle’s extinguished flame,
now it is time for a little break,
after a day of tedious game….
the sky turns blue from flamy crimson,
and twinkling stars dot the sky,
the moon shines like a lamp,
and the time passes by….
the sailors’ eyes fixed upon the ocean, blue,
search for a single clue,
if a storm was approaching,
or could they afford to sleep for an hour two?
Seeing no danger in sight,
they leave their worries, and forget all fights,
the day has ended finally,
and the ships settle for the night….

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

डाकडिब्बे की चाबी !

सुबह हुई तोह पता चला,
घर में मचा था बवाल
" कहाँ गयी डाकडिब्बे की चाबी?"
था पिताजी का सवाल|

यहाँ से सब निकाला,
खखल डाली अलमारी,
चीज़े करदी उथल-पुथल,
ढूंड ली जगाएं सारी!

क्यों है इतनी उत्सुकता?
मेरे मन में जगा सवाल....
क्यों आज सफाई प्रेमी पिताजी,
कर रहे हैं घर का हाल बेहाल?!

माँ से पूछा मैंने,
तोह लगी वह कहेने....

" कल गए थे नीचे घूमने,
ख़त देखा पेटी में,
इतने दिनों बाद चिट्ठी आई है,
यही सोच कर इतनी उथल-पुथल मचाई है!"

मेरा हसने का जी किया,
लेकिन केवल म्स्कुरायी,
लेकिन फिर अपने मन में,
उत्सुकता पाई!!

मैं चुप-चाप गयी पिताजी के पास,
पूछा "किसने लिखा है यह ख़त?"
गुस्से में बोले,  "मेरे पास नहीं है चाबी,
मुझसे पूछो मत!"

फिर दो दिन बीत गए,
पिताजी ने पहनी कमीज़ गुलाबी,
और अभी तक न मिली थी,
डाकडिब्बे की चाबी!

वह नीचे गए,
उनकी शकल थी लटकी,
और अभी भी नज़रें थी,
उस डाकडिब्बे पर अटकी!

फिर बजा उनका फ़ोन,
तोह जेब में डाला हाथ,
और लो!
डाकडिब्बे की चाबी निकली मोबाइल के साथ!!!

पिताजी हुए बड़े खुश,
और चाबी से डाकडिब्बा खोल डाला!
और बड़ी उत्सुकता से,
उन्होंने वह ख़त निकाला!

ख़ुशी से खोला ख़त उन्होंने,
लेकिन गुस्से से आँखें हो गयी लाल....
क्यूंकि वोह ख़त था लाइफ इन्सौरांस का विज्ञापन,
जिसे लेने का न उठा सवाल!!!


Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Wild Fire


Wandering in the forest,
I am, alone…
The sun has set,
The light, too gone…

The howling winds,
Make the tree leaves whisper,
The cries of the wolves, fills the air,
And the lone ranger silently whimpers…

The hour is late,
The moon my only acquaintance…
The sky is starless but lit by the moon,
Beneath which the shadow of the nocturnal dance….

The only sound is of my steps,
And the dead leaves crunching beneath,
The sound of the scampering of the mice,
And of a bat, gritting his teeth….

My heart is flooding with worries,
With frightened tears,
With a wish to get out of here,
and unspoken fears……

for once I wanted to get back,
to the life I left behind….
To the streets of familiar faces,
They flashed in my mind…

I was dying to find a clear patch,
Of land and  of soft grass,
A stream of sweet water,
Where the water is clear as glass…

I found the land,
Miles deep, into the heart of the dark woods,
The perfect turf I had wished for,
The gleaming waters nearby, I drank the water, as much as I could………….

Then struck two stones,
To ignite a flame….
The spark leaped, and became a fire,
The fire, wild, not a spark was tame….

When I saw the burning flame,
A state of fervor overcame me,
The fire crackled, the flames danced,
I looked on, as it burned my anxiety…..

I stared on,
As it burnt my fears, worries, tears and unwanted desires….
I was cured, completely healed,
By a wild forest fire….

Child Labour


A child,
Whose childhood has been snatched away,
Now works hard, day and night,
To earn a meager pay.
His eyes,
Full of tears, beg “help me out!”
Though he is quiet,
His heart silently shouts.
His tears go unseen,
His voice passes unheard,
He begs and he pleads,
But all ignore his words.
The hands, which were meant to study and play,
Are working now,
Laboring all day.
Out his eyes look,
With a dream to be free and fly,
His hands, though bruised,
But his hopes are still high.
Every underprivileged child should be rescued,
The laws relating to their rights need consideration,
To build mightier countries,
And make them stronger nations.

Friday, November 5, 2010

NATURE HEALS

The cold water,
washes away my tears,
if i am lonely,
i speak, and the trees hear......

if i am silent,
birds teach me to talk again,
and the winds,
blow away my pain......

the golden sun,
tells me its a new day,
the soft breeze,
frisks my fears away.....

the smell of wet soil,
gives me a feeling of delight,
the shades of trees,
shelter me from the scorching sunlight.....

the sun rays, gold,
wake me up every morning,
and the sea-stones,so cold,
comfort me after a day's scorning....

there is silence,
all around me,
i can't hear anything,
but, there is a lot to see...

i look at the mountains, high,
when i am low,
i turn to mother nature,
when i don't know where to go....

the seeds teach me,
how to grow and fight,
the changing seasons teach me,
that changes are alright.

nature is all around us,
teaches us a million things, still we don't care...
one day, when none of it will exist,
there will be no one to heal us, we will just stand and stare........

heya people!!!!

Hey everybody!!!!
i don't know what to say!!! i have often seen many blogs and posts and always wanted to have one of my own...here it is!!!!! i am a 13 year old girl, with many friends and many foes as well...i am just a normal girl and hope to have many followers just like or unlike me!!! this world is huge, and many types of people exist here....i am one of the "day dreamer" species. well, i hope you don't find my first blog's first post boring, as i am very excited writing it!!!! have a good day!!!!!