What we call a developed society

The city I come from was considered one of the safest metropolitan cities in India, especially for girls. Nowadays, however, all you get to see when you read the newspaper is how brutally women and girls get molested. It happens everyday. Whats more shocking is how the police either ignores it or helplessly watches the crime being committed in front of their eyes. There have been instances when rescuers were threatened or even killed. Two months back, a police officer was brutally beaten up by local goons and ultimately killed for trying to rescue his niece from them. A couple of months back, a 32 year old mother got molested on her way back from a night club. Ministers have often been quoted saying that such stories are fabricated. This not only encourages the, I dont even know what to call them, but also leaves the women at a loss. Many might fear to report such cases to the police.
             In most parts of the world, women are still considered fragile and therefore helpless. Sometimes, the mindset of most women is appalling. They themselves project their gender as inferior and subject of torture.

      The social standing of women in this country is rapidly going down the ladder. To prevent further deterioration, every woman should become more alert and take safety measures. I, for one, believe that martial arts should be made mandatory for girls in all schools throughout the country. Every woman should learn how to defend herself and be confident about herself. None of us should gulp down a wrong doing for fear of social boycott but come back stronger and fight. Fight for our own selves, our gender and for a cleaner, better society.  

This girl has taught me to not lose faith. To have patience. I love this video.
"Cause I, I need time
My heart is numb, has no feeling, so while I'm healing
Just try and have a little patience
And wanna start over again."

:)

Another Rainy Day

Some memories are like the sand. The harder you try to hold on to them, the faster they seem to slip away.


Yesterday was a beautiful day. The sky was  a pale blue, the weather mildly cool.
It seemed as though the sun himself had taken a day off to enjoy his fellow colleagues at work.
In the morning, the raindrops came down subtly, in the form of a pleasant drizzle. But with time, the drizzle started coming down with vigor and finally gave way to a rainstorm.
The wind and the rain came hand in hand to meet us by the window, on the grounds, everywhere, to everyone. By most, they were greeted and treated graciously. They were such a relief after their friend, the sun!
At class, I couldn't help but stare outside the window to admire mother nature. The  lush green trees dancing to the music of rain, the whoosh of wind. The water in the ponds happily playing, running about from this bank to the other.
Sometimes the rain was interspersed with the drizzle.
Everything, everyone was merry making. I wondered why they called this a 'gloomy weather'.
When it was time to go home, I, after a long time wished I could spend some more time at school because at home it would be all closed doors and windows.
      On my way home, something queer happened. The road was water logged. We had to trudge through the ankle length water. My mother stepped wherever she could find an inch of drier land. And I followed. That, there itself was queer. Some years ago, my mother would scream after me to evade the puddles. But i would hop on them and splash as much water as I could. I thought about that little girl, in the uniform,  splashing water and those screams of annoyance behind her. It felt like I had opened a book of long ago, which had been left untouched.
      Soon, I realised that yesterday, today and tomorrow, would all become a memory some day. Standing under the rain, drenched, almost soaked in water, I felt desperate, delirious at the thought of never getting to relive that moment. It was something I would never get back. Those laughters at school, watching outside the window at the dancing trees, trudging through the water and standing beneath the sky, under the rain, right there, on that spot and thinking about this.
        Sure, I could do that many more times, but it wouldn't be like that ever again. And like now I die to go back to those carefree days with him around, someday, I would die to go back to that very moment. To that another rainy day.

The Hall of Memories

Flashbacks of the good old days keep playing in my head

I can think of nothing but when it all started

Those carefree days when all I would do is weave dreams

Dreams starring just you and me

Subliminally I believed that we were meant to be

Never thinking of the days I would have to see

If reality would turn out to be a harsh contrary

Time can be such a relentless thief

Stealing away my days of bliss

And leaving behind a sea of grief

For now you’ve gone away

Without giving me even a day

To see you for one last time

And the red rose which I shall have owned shan’t be mine

Instead I was given its stalk

Which too was adorned, but with thorns

I regularly walk into the hall of memories

Where I can watch those wonderful moments being replayed

Where I can forever stare into you hazel eyes

Where you can take my breath away, just by smiling that everlasting smile

Being with you is wishful thinking

Therefore it is futile to be reminiscing.

Standing at the threshold, I look back over my shoulders

To catch one last glimpse of all those diamond-studded days

Knowing that my heart shall never be satisfied,

I pulled shut the door to the hall of memories.