Snippets !

~ She was an every girl who dressed up each morning hoping that he will come along someday and find her eventually.

He was walking on a road unsure of any reason and sure of a reason,searching for happiness in wrong places.

~ She was a gleam of morning sunlight that makes its way through the creases of the curtain and fills the room with its soft yellow hue.

He was an audacious wind that blows off anything that comes in its way but confides in the branches of the old banyan tree across the street.

~ She was the mellow country music that gets stuck in your head and clings onto your thoughts for the entire day.

He was the lead vocalist in the heavy metal band that performs in the city café every thursday.

~ She was a cup of tea that starts your day and fills your brain with its pleasant aroma.
He was a shot of tequila, strong; one that gives you high and lands you in a world of tranquility.

~ She was an admirer of words, of paragraphs jeweled in royal blue ink on the glazed yellow pages of her diary.

He kept dainty bits of his dreams preserved, hidden from the world, in a hard bound journal.

~ She was the warmth he sought solace in.

He was the book she was longing to read.

~ She was the song he created by plucking the right strings of her heart in his parallel world.

He was the landscape she painted on a cool summer morning, sipping her favorite flavored milk.

~ She asked "What have I done good enough, that I found you?"

He kissed her on her forehead and answered "You kept looking."

Being Woman !

For anyone who is going to drop reading this assuming it to be just another article based on gender equality, let me give you a better reason for not reading it. It is not even a bit about gender equality because the fact is that this very term is a myth. It would take years if we try to fill the gap that has spawned over centuries. So this is not about Him v/s Her, its only about her. Now mister if you want, you can skip reading this and do some of your important works or even you feel a bit out of space here, I would suggest reading and not clicking the cross.

  

Let us ponder over what is Being Woman?

• It is being the apple of eyes of the family.
• It is being the helping daughter that kneads dough when the mother is unwell.
• It is being the greedy sister that marks raksha bandhan on calendar even before birthdays.
• It is being the delicate dancer that sways by the music of devotion.
• It is being the explorer of the right color all over the wardrobe only to end up picking pink.
• It is being the charm of every party.
• It is being the honor of having the door held open and chair pulled out.
• It is being the harbinger of selfless hugs.
• It is being the everyday tourist to shopping complexes.
• It is being the birth right of being right.
• It is being the phenomenon of mood swings
• It is being all this and much more, It is being the carrier of life !

Let us flip the coin now, why is most of the important works that run the economy are believed to be the responsibility of a man, he may make life easier but she makes the life. Sadly most of the times her life becomes a never ending struggle of survival for some and a regret of lost dreams for others. A woman's work is not considered important because that is something that has to be done, she was born to do the daily chores, clean the household and cook food isn't it? There is nothing to be mentioned or appreciated, but there are somethings that need to be reminded again and again,

• It is not just being a woman..... It is being the epitome of endurance.

Her entire life is a pain hidden beneath the layers of make up and colorful dresses. Funny was not the list that I made above, funny is the line that comes now... 

Do you really know what is being a woman?

• It is being the bearer of the pain and still being called the weaker sex !

Now, before you think that I am a hopeless misandrist, I should give a statement that I never said that either of the species is unimportant. Men and women complete each other, similarly I am not in an opinion that this society can anyhow work without involvement and efforts of a man but mister somewhere between getting up in the morning and going to bed again in night, at least one woman would surely have given her best effort to make things perfect for you. Respect her !!

कभी किलकारी बन कर आँगन में गूँज गयी

कभी ज़िम्मेदारी बन कर आँगन से दूर गयी

अम्मा की लाडली कभी आग से खेल गयी

बाबा की गुड़िया जाने क्या क्या झेल गयी

कभी हिना के रंग सी हाँथों पे खिल गयी

कभी के अंधेरों से लड़ती मिटटी में मिल गयी 

कभी लहरों से झगड़ती किनारे पे डेह गयी

कभी एक शिकायत सी तकिये पे बह गयी

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and when she'll get up, she won't find her wings !

And she thought she is safe somewhere. Of course then, she was an idiot. She'll either die or maybe she'll survive but will she be able to live now? Is life just measured by breathe count? I assume the nation will raise its voice again, protest marches, table banging in parliament but what if they'r tired, what if they have given up, given up to this way of living of waking everyday to a new morning news of another female fool who thought she could breathe freely in this country, then maybe the newspapers would start up a new column or a page called The Rapes Of India. Her cries of pain will eventually evaporate into nothing.

Right from the day she was born he was mightier, stronger and the one who has to carry the world forward and she was weaker, delicate, unsubstantial. If this is what has to happen then female foeticide would be better option. Its better not to let a plant shoot up and dream of touching the sky if it'll be slaughtered anyway.

Today it is not me writing this, it is every she speaking to you, every she who feels herself trapped in an unending tunnel with no ray of light at end, every she you talk of, every she you objectify, every she you try to grope in public transport, every she you whistle at in the corner of street, every she who tries to cover up herself but never is able to hide, every she whose eyes carries a fear of your eyes, every she who curses God for giving her this life, every she who had wings and every she you did not let fly.

That girl in the mirror !

Just a few minutes were left. Any moment she would be called downstairs. For the first time after quite a long period she looked into the mirror and was startled at what she saw. She took a step away, she could not find herself, there was a girl dressed up in a color she didn't like, she looked at it, that girl in the mirror, her empty eyes were outlined with a lot of kohl, a plenty of strained lines on her forehead were ruling out the beautiful hairstyle that was made, the makeup that had been put on so well failed to hide the scars of past from her face.

There was a picture of her from the college days on the side table, a complete contrast to that ill looking girl in the mirror. She was a girl full of life just like any other girl of her age. Shopping, outings and parties with friends were her life. Born and brought up in a well off family and being the only girl, she never had seen any misery of life. All before that one night when the world around her changed. She was looking very pretty that night. A guy in the party asked her to dance with him. She looked with disgust at the shabbily dressed and drunk man and refused. Soon it was getting late and she left for home. 
It was raining heavily and she was driving her way back to home. She thought that she should call her mother and inform that she is fine and may get late due to the heavy rain. "My mom worries a lot. She wouldn't even eat till I come back home" she thought to herself, blaring the horn of car at a stupid car driver who had stopped abruptly in front of her car when she slowed down to make the call. Suddenly a person with a black umbrella knocked on her car window.She was scared and did not open her window. Instead she started moving the car in back direction only to realize that her way had been blocked by another car from behind.
Terrified by the happenings she searched for her cell to call her dad but suddenly there was a huge crash on her windshield, a few glass pieces pricked into her eyes and face and before she could realize anything more there were a few hands running all over her body. She could have cried out for help but something was choking her throat. She tried to get hold of herself and run out of her car but every attempt she made proved futile. She started crying but they were just tears. Her voice seemed to have refused to come out. With all the little left over energy she again tried to push them away but those animals were much stronger and she gave up. Her eyes had started shutting, she thought her end was near and was waiting for it but she was wrong. Those monsters did even worse.They left her alive.

Today after six years from that incidence she looked into the mirror to see a girl she did not recognize. She realized that those thirty minutes were not the most shady minutes of her life.That night was not the darkest night of her life. It had darkened every coming day of her life. Dark and darker each day.The darling daughter had become a sorrow for parents. Her eyes had looked into many eyes, some had sympathy,some had anger, some were filled with disgust for those criminals and some had hatred for the girl, there was pain, there was agony but what she did not could find anywhere was "Love".
She looked down from the balcony. A man in his late forties, dressed up well was being welcomed into her house. There were a few other people along with him. There was a knock on the door, she heard her mother calling her name. She turned away from the picture on the table and walked towards to the door.

Curtained !!

You say that girl speaks a lot..
maybe you could never see the thousands of unspoken feelings hidden in her eyes !
You wonder why does she laugh so much..
maybe you missed out on listening to the cries of pain that are still inside her !!
You see her mingling with everyone..
but you never saw how alone she feels at times,so deprived of someone who'll never let her go !!
You think how easy going her life is..
you've never faced the hardships she has to bear now and then !!
You question her versatility..
but you cannot answer the questions boggling her mind all the time !!
She fell down many times expecting a hand that would help her stand up again..
and she has carried the burden of unfulfilled expectations !!!
She has been hurt .. she has cried a lot..
but you'll never actually understand because she has learned how to curtain it from the world.

~~ काश कि उसकी आँखों में छुपा दर्द  तुम पढ़ पाते
वो बता कर भी क्या करे तुम सुनते तो हो पर सुन पाते ~~