ITS ALL ABOUT LOVE

A Girl's Life: Story Of An Typical Indian Girl

2013-09-28T18:26:00.002+05:30

She is born into a world of happiness. They pamper her with gifts and with love. She is constantly told that she is the apple of their eye. She is told that she is the princess of their paradise. She grows up slowly. She is asked to go to school. She is asked to study. She does her part and does it well. She plays with her brothers and friends. Then she is slowly asked to stay away from them. When she asks why, they tell her cos its not right. When she asks why, they say cos the society says so. Out of love and respect for her family she obeys. She watches them play from her room through her window. But she is not unhappy, she creates a world inside those four walls. A room filled with imagination. A room were everyone has a happy ending. An ever ever land of solitude and peace.

She grows up to realize the differences between the sexes, she grows up to understand the realities of life. She is told, she is the giver of life. But what she doesn't understand is that despite all this why is she still inside those four walls. Why is her place in the kitchen. Despite having the same education as her brother and having scored better than him, why is he studying further not her. Why is it more important to learn to cook more than what she wants to learn. When she walks out of her house, why does she feel like a sheep for slaughter. Why doesn't she feel safe in her own country, which promises her the right to freedom and the right of expression. Why does she feel violated a 100 times a day even without anyone touching her.

She falls in love. A man she knows will keep her happy. A man she knows will do good by her. He reminds her of her family. An innocent romance of words and eye contact. But they found out about it. They tell her its wrong. They don't ask her about him. They don't want to know why she loves him. But they tell her it is wrong. Why she asked? They don't have an answer. She asks again. Why? They told her that the society says so. They say they will kill her if she doesn't leave him. Out of love, out of respect she obeys. She forgets the man of her dreams. Out of love she forgets. She is asked to stay away from strangers especially men. She is doubted despite her innocence. She is asked to go back to her room. The four walls she is so accustomed to now. Only now, it had somehow lost some of its magic. She starts doubting the capacity of life to offer happy endings. She wonders if this is how the world treats its princess's.

Then one day she is asked to serve coffee to some random man. After he leaves, they tell her, he is her groom. They tell her she is a lucky girl. She knows, that's not true. She know within that, its not right. Before she can figure out what is going on, she is inside another room. Only this one is unfamiliar and strange. The very people who warned her to stay away from strangers, locked her inside a room with one. She is scared. But she doesn't give up on her parents, she trusts them and finds love in her new life. She understands that the game of life is filled with sacrifices. She is happy when she realizes that she is pregnant. Her family is happy and so is her husband. She gives birth to a boy. She raises him like a prince. Happiness finds her again and this time she is blessed with a daughter. Her children grow up together. She pampers her son. He told her she was his queen. She loved her daughter. She becomes her daughters best friend. She inducts her into the kitchen. When her daughter tells her that she wants to study further, she tells her, that's not her place. Her son climbs the ladder of corporate life. But her daughter eloped with her boyfriend. She felt disgraced. She felt rejected. The society told her she was a bad mother. She started hating her daughter.

Years have passed now, she is alone. All who she knew, have left her behind. She was staying with her son who had barely any time. His wife, the girl she chose for him, had no time for her. She was left alone to fight her battles. She wondered, if this is the way the world treated a queen. One day she ran into her daughter. She looked older and beautiful. She had her grand daughter with her. The moment she saw her mother, she just hugged her and started crying. She told her she was sorry. She told her she could not leave him behind. She told her of the days she spent crying over her family. Her mother felt sad too. She was near the end of her life and her grudge on her daughter had faded away. They made their peace and said their good byes.

Her daughter came to see her today. She was shocked at the way her mother was being treated. She felt insulted that her own mother who had taught her the lessons of life was barely living on her son's mercy. She shouted at her sister in law and dragged her mother out of the house. She was now in her daughters house. She felt at ease with her. She felt like she had gained her best friend back. She learned that her daughter was working now. She had finished her studies, upon insistence of her husband. She asked her, who takes care of the kitchen. She told her, she earns enough to hire a house keeper cum cook. Her daughter seemed very happy with her life. That somehow made her happy. She wondered how some one she hated so much could make her so happy. She met him that evening. Her son-in-law. She was nervous. She was scared if she would be asked to leave. But he surprised her by greeting her with love and seeking her blessings. She realized that he was every bit the man, she wanted her son to be.

Days passed by and once again she started feeling like a queen. She started feeling like, part of a family. Her daughter felt the same way. She was excited to have her best friend back. They would talk till the end of the night. She fell in love with her grand daughter. She was an angel.

But then that fateful day she fell sick. She knew she was not going to make it. She asked for her grand daughter. On seeing her she started crying. Her daughter told her that everything was going to be alright, she asked her not to be sad. She silenced her saying that she was not sad. She was happy for her grand daughter. She was happy that she would be brought up by her daughter. She was happy that she would not have to live through the circumstance of her mother. She was happy that she was her grand daughter and not her daughter. She placed a hand on her grand daughter's head. But the hand fell limp as life left her body. But there was a smile on her face. Because in that ultimate moment when life was leaving her she realized that she was now going to REST IN PEACE.

Courtesy: Harikrishnan G Nair

May be...

2013-09-17T06:36:00.001+05:30

Maybe I cared more than U deserved..

Maybe my love was much more than you witnessed..

Maybe our friendship was way much than U could possible handle..

And most of all maybe I asked U just a little care and it way way too much for U to give me..

Why Your Daughter’s Marriage Shouldn’t Be Your Biggest Dream For Her

2013-06-22T11:44:00.001+05:30

“When are you going to start saving? Don’t forget there’s a girl growing up in the house..”, countless wives have been reminding their husbands in Indian households and sometimes on TV screens. Parents in the country place too much emphasis on marriage. And if you’re a girl, this gets doubled. The moment the doctor announces the gender, the planning starts, the saving starts. And more importantly, the worrying.
Because of the pervasive dowry system that devours most families by attaching itself to destructive notions of what constitute status, honor and respect, this directly affects the family’s management of financial resources and how girls are brought up. An unmarried daughter becomes a burden to be removed which in turn subjects her to differential treatment. Giving your daughter’s marriage utmost importance means everything you do for her is ultimately influenced by this concern. You either don’t educate her beyond a basic level because you don’t have enough money to spend on both (and clearly you’ve decided marriage is to be given the bigger priority), or you educate her (often according to your own wishes rather than hers) with the prospect of fetching a well qualified groom so that she can be ‘sent off’ to a ‘respectable’ home.

Placing emphasis on marriage means raising girls in a manner primarily aimed at moulding them into a societal expectation of what an ideal bride or wife should be like, instead of fostering and encouraging individual characteristics. And in a patriarchal society, these demands are never free of misogyny. The perfect wife looks like Aishwarya Rai, talks like Mother Teresa and is willing to be submissive like Sita. She is unambitious, unassertive, unaware or not demanding of her rights, and has been blessed with extra invisible hands to successfully manage all household work and (increasingly) also a job without the slightest complaints. Girls then are taught from a young age to value their looks more than their talents and skills, to place their career aspirations or financial independence secondary to the need for being married at the ‘right’ time and having kids, and to perpetuate this vicious cycle through their own daughters, all the while carrying a burden of living up to the good girl myth so as to not ‘invite’ rape, lest they become used goods. Because rape is something that is given to us when we “ask for it”, and the unit of measurement of a woman’s worth is virginity. Right?
Imposing one’s dreams on another human being and wanting them to strictly fulfill them for you is a pretty selfish expectation and even a messed up form of ‘love’ (which is how people usually like to rationalize it). This stems from the perception that holds children as properties of parents and in particular, a woman’s identity only in relation to a man. It’s somewhat similar to indoctrinating kids into the parents’ religion at an impressionable age and closing the doors of curiosity, only even more violating. While one may be able to completely break free from religious beliefs at least on a mental level, the social costs of leaving an unsuccessful marriage in a patriarchal culture are many, especially if you’re a woman. Being a father-in-law or a grandmother is a privilege, not a right. But having the freedom to decide whether we want to give our parents that privilege is a right no one should be denied, because the decisions involved would first and foremost affect ourselves.
Not to mention the oppression it puts out for women who don’t fit into the supposed standards. Lesbian women, disabled women, trans/queer women, those wishing to stay single or those who want to have a partner but not get married. Women with physical disabilities constantly deal with ableist attitudes that infantilise them or treat them as less of a woman. Imagine the look of horror on the father’s face when he tells his daughter they’re going to start looking for a suitable match and her response is, “I hope she will let me keep my job.” Thankfully, we have an effective homophobic climate in place to avoid any such awkward situations. It’s simple, we just force them into repressing their sexuality and entering an arranged heterosexual relationship!
Marriage is not the ultimate purpose of a female life. I’ll say that again, it really isn’t. It’s only a part of it, and a choice some women wish to make while some women don’t. The important thing is they should have the liberty to do so without being coerced or emotionally blackmailed. This has absolutely nothing to do with their ‘worth’ as a person. Meaning, purpose and fulfillment in life can be found in a billion ways and if your daughter wants to include marriage at some point in that list, fine. If not, that should be fine as well. Give her education, good morals, encourage her to pursue her passions, let her celebrate her sexuality and uniqueness. The rest should be up to her. After all, if it is your daughter’s welfare that you wish for, then start by placing the control of her future in her own hands.

I am Indian!!!

2013-06-19T14:46:00.001+05:30

I am Indian.

The Indian film industry produces almost 3000 movies a year.

95% of them are love stories of some sort or the other.

The same society that consumes thousands of love stories for its weekly entertainment, has an arranged marriage rate of 80%+ in urban middle-class areas, and ~100% in rural areas. Inter-caste and inter-faith marriages are almost like a statistical error.

They are the same people who feel no cognitive dissonance when they go about denouncing dating and love-marriages as a hedonistic, narcissistic western fabrication trying to destroy Indian society. Even as they bankroll and spend thousands of rupees watching movies depicting individuals overcoming social norms (of some sort or the other) to find true love.

This disturbs me very deeply. It makes me think that as a society, we have become so utterly jaded that what we think of egocentric requited love is analogous to what a westerner thinks of magic in the Harry Potter series.

A pleasant distraction, a nice idea, but at the end of the day- an unattainable fantasy.

MEANING OF “So Called” LOVE

2013-05-10T11:20:00.000+05:30

MEANING OF “So Called” LOVE

Love !! A Four Letter word that Brings a Half Curved smile on the faces.But What Is love ?

Love !! Indeed is a very arresting word but very difficult to understand and even more difficult when it comes to explaining it. It is often misinterpreted as an twitchy feeling that one feels about someone.

Love is affection,caring,attachment,liking,emotion,worships,devotion, etc.Love is the Cement that strengthens the bond between humans.For me Itself, in itself cannot be defined with some few words.

Though Today..the true significance has slightly changed or in other words we can say state of mind of people has changed. But it’s meaning has not changed.The only things got changed is the attitude and behavior of people.Love is often Searched through Dating Websites (In some cases it works out well but In most it doesn’t ) Love Is Developed over a Long Period of time.

Yes, there are those few cases of "love at first site," but this is a very rare occurrence and shouldn't be someone's first priority to claim their love the first moment they see them. Love is when you would do anything to be able to see this person. It is when you jump in front of a car and push your love out of the way to save their life. It is when you can't stand one moment without him/her. It is when you think about him/her the first moment you wake up and the last second before you sleep at night.

Love can not be duplicated. Love is love and everything else. The word should not be thrown around like a piece of meet, but preserved for that special someone who will not leave you for another woman or man and would do anything for you to be with them and you the same.

Save the word for the right person. Preserve the meaning of love and use it towards those who deserve it.

LOVE AND INDIAN SOCIETY: A LIVELY DEPICTION WITH NURSERY RHYMES

2013-05-06T12:23:00.000+05:30

Love has been a four lettered word in conservative Indian households for more reasons than just the actual letter count. But that was 30 years back. Things have been changing rapidly with the onset of globalization. But India is a complex multilayer-d society with the changes penetrating at varied extent at different strata levels in an already highly heterogeneous society. So what I would attempt is to present how a typical conformist individual from a conservative middle class family would find love. I have tried to use the medium of English nursery rhymes to portray the same to keep the narrative a bit lively.

Let us start where it all begins: when the parents feel their children have reached marriageable age.

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said 'What a good boy am I”

At this stage, the boy and girls are rather naive and obedient. Or at least the parents expect them to be so. At this point, the process begins. The parents approach a matchmaker/relatives.

Match maker, Match Maker, where have you been?
I've been down to Chennai to visit the girls’ dad keen.
Match maker, Match Maker, what did you there?
I frightened a little girl, under her chair

Once the match maker finds a match, the parents of the boy and the girl interact.

Bah, Bah a black Sheep,
Have you any Wool?
Yes merry have I,
Three Bags full,
One for my master,
One for my Dame,
One for the little Boy
That lives down the lane

The black sheep (the girl’s dad) promises goodies for the master (the boy’s dad), the dame (the boy’s mom) and the little boy who lives down the lane. (The bridegroom) Next it is time to introduce another key actor in the process: the astrologer.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky

The astrologer consults the stars and decides if the stars want the marriage to take place or not and on what date and time. With this done, we move to the next phase: the girl and the boy begin to interact over the phone. The girl is very curious about her future husband.

Johnny Johnny
Yes papa
Alcohol?
No papa.
Smoking?
No papa
Girlfriends?
Ha ha ha

Once this phase gets over, we approach the actual day of the marriage.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again

On the day of the wedding the bridegroom would be placed on the marriage altar in front of the fire place like Humpty Dumpty. And who said one can only fall in love? One can fall in marriage as well. Once he is into it, his whole life changes and no one can put him together again. With the marriage done, the girls’ parents sadly bid farewell to their daughter.

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, And they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them
The girls’ parents are left feeling like Little Bo-Peep having lost their daughter as the daughter heads for the honeymoon with her husband.

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.

With the budgetary constraints of a middle class family, the honeymoon can be a bit too adventurous at times and the newly married Jack and Jill may have to overcome quite some obstacles. And then tiding through various obstacles they manage to sail through one full year.

Mary had a little lamb,
little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
whose fleece was white as snow.

The stork comes and delivers the little lamb to the family as love finally begins to blossom between the couple.

With such a long and elaborate pre love process, no wonder from here on love has only one direction to go.
Though I don't agree that marriages in India last longer than those abroad. That is simply because women abroad are financially and emotionally more independent than women in India. And they KNOW that marriage is not everything. Indian women on the other hand, believe they have no choice, and certainly no world beyond their 'pati-dev' therefore they just put up with everything.

Again, we are confusing marriage with love. Just because a couple is married need not mean they are in love. They just agree to tolerate one another ;-) in easy companionship. OR for the sake of their children!!! neither of these means they are in love :-) with each other. Anyways Indian women are changing too... But it would be an Long process to break the myths.

THERE IS ALWAYS A RAINBOW AFTER THE RAIN

2013-05-05T00:13:00.000+05:30

This is your life, hold on tight.

Nobody in life is ever perfect. We make mistakes at every step and these mistakes only define and mould us. Our hearts have their own mindsets which is way beyond difficult to Change. Nobody here is really judge-mental still they try to judge the book by its cover and often lead to interpretations. Often in life we get a heartbreak.

Especially in this young age: A disastrous heartbreak , a sad rejection, continuous ignorance, failures in life goals, maybe not getting into that place you want, it seems as if we are failing this test of life. We let ourselves down in every other way. All we could do is find fault in ourselves. We wander in the search of perfectness and all we get is more and more rejection in life. Because our definition of perfect doesn't even exist in reality. We always feel disappointed, brought down and discouraged. But actually our mistake and stupidities make us realize a lot, it makes us a lot stronger person from inside. We get a lot to learn.

Life is full of lessons and mysteries. Achieving perfection is nothing but a myth. Only way we can achieve it is by making our own meaning of it. We are only humans. We hurt ourselves, hurt others, smile, make others smile, make mistakes, have insecurities, moments of joy, hidden pains and secrets, love and get broken and want to reach the top. Life is what you Make of it. You only get that back. Life shouldn't be wasted on thinking how perfect it could be. People can blabber all day all night about miseries and give you advices about your life but in the end all that matters is your own decisions and beliefs. Even after laying the blue prints you need to work hard to execute the plan. Maybe your life may not go as you wanted it to because God is giving you something way better and maybe while crying for that one closed door you may not realize hundred open ones. Never lose hope.

THERE IS ALWAYS A RAINBOW AFTER THE RAIN. Same is in our life too. Don't regret when you get too old, because you are only getting this life once. Make the most of it. Cry for the loss but don't let it overpower you. Let it make you stronger.

So from today start loving life and accepting it as it comes.

The Beauty Of A Woman: A Poem

2013-05-03T23:22:00.000+05:30

The beauty of a woman
isn't 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 from in her eyes;
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman
isn't in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.

It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows;
And the beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows.

The Strength Of a MAN: A Nice Poem

2013-05-03T22:42:00.000+05:30

The strength of a man
isn't seen in the width
of his shoulders.
It's seen in the width
of his arms that circle you..

The strength of a man
isn't in the deep tone
of his voice.
It's in the gentle
words he whispers...

The strength of a man
isn't how many buddies he has.
It's how good a buddy
he is with his kids...

The strength of a man isn't
in how respected he is at work.
It's in how respected
he is at home...

The strength of a man
isn't in how hard he hits.
It's in how tender
he touches...

The strength of a man
isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his Heart,
that lies within his chest...

The strength of a man
isn't how many women he's loved.
It's in can he be
true to one woman...

The strength of a man
isn't in the weight he can lift.
It's in the burdens
he can carry...

WHAT HAPPENS IF....

2013-04-26T21:09:00.000+05:30

If you fall in love because someone makes you laugh...

What happens when you no longer find them funny???

If you fall in love because someone is beautiful...

What happens when that beauty fades???

If you fall in love because someone can provide for you...

what happens when they lose wealth???

Real love defies all reasons....

When you truly love someone...

You do not look for reasons...

You see beyond reasons....

Unspoken Words

2013-04-25T22:40:00.002+05:30

"Some words in life are best left unspoken"

I disagree with this quote...

because this is how misunderstandings happen, due to unspoken words, this is the beginning of loss of trust, of not telling each other our feelings.This is the main reason for regret, wishing you had spoken your mind when the time was right but now feeling regret for not telling how you feel. True love has nothing to hide... the truth will be understood if there is power in your love.

CHEAP MINDSET OF SOCIETY: A TRUE STORY

2013-04-23T11:01:00.001+05:30

A TRUE STORY SHARED BY A BRAVE GIRL:

I was almost raped on my wedding night.

I am sure it may not be this way for all weddings out there. I am not even saying that this is the case for many weddings. But yes, if you are getting into this, you should always know that this is a possibility that you cannot ignore, and which no one would ever tell you.

I hail from a typical middle class background, from a not-so-big town in South India, and after I turned 22, everyone around me was worried that now is the time for me to get married otherwise I would never get married/ bring shame to my family/ marry after my younger siblings get married/ run off with someone (yes, they said all these things in front of me!) so, yes, I needed to be married off to someone, who was not my boyfriend.
Now, there's a culture in South India, if a family doesn't have a lot of money - girls are married to their cousins/ mother's brother, where the age difference is not too much (say the mother was the eldest daughter, and brother was the youngest, with a huge age gap). This way, a girl stays 'within the family', and also there is no question of dowry, since they are family.

Similar to this, my wedding was arranged right after I graduated from college, to my 'mama' (mother's brother) who was a few years older than me. My case was complicated because I had a boyfriend already, and my family didn't approve of him when I told them about him (he was not South Indian, which was a mortal sin in my parents' eyes). I tried to protest, but using the usual emotional blackmail arguments, my father forced me into the marriage - he was very sick at the time, and the onus was on me to 'fulfill his wishes'. (He's very much fine now, but I am inclined to think he'll fall sick again when it's my younger sister's turn to get married. Indian parents force you to think this stuff about themselves).

I was forced to break off all contact with my boyfriend (mobile, internet snatched away, I don't think I could even have sent a letter, it was so bad) and forced to dive head-first into the wedding arrangements.

The day of the wedding came, and after a really embarrassing lecture from my mother, about my 'marital duties' since I was the eldest daughter and no friends had been allowed to my wedding (my parents believed they would whisk me away from the wedding if they came to know), I got ready for the 'wedding night'. I was already feeling completely shitty about the whole thing, having been cut off from every person that I wanted to be with, being married to my 'mama' in secrecy, and not even knowing whether to think of him as a husband or my mama, and just wanted to sleep hoping a new day would bring a new start.

I waited for my husband to come and when he entered, we exchanged a few awkward sentences about the whole day being tiresome. I then told him "I'm feeling very tired, I will change and go to sleep now" but I was not prepared for what happened next. He suddenly kissed me, and I was a little taken aback, but I just pulled away slowly, and told him that I was not in the mood, and reiterated that I was very tired. He ignored me completely, and kissed me again, this time with more force, and when I tried to push him away, he slapped me. This was followed by the most horrible experience of my life, the details of which shake me to this day, and I somehow escaped by locking myself in the bathroom.
I knew I had nobody to turn to - he was my mother's brother, and my father was sick. Even if these were not the circumstances, I doubt anyone would have supported me.

I stayed in this abusive marriage for a few months, which was the darkest period of my life. Thankfully, I was not foolish, and I had a job to support myself, unlike a lot of other women out there, suffering daily. I ran away, before it was too late. Now, nobody in my family knows where I am, and what happened. I am sure they must say the worst things about me, and mention my name with disgust and shame. But this is one decision that I made with careful deliberation and I will not let myself regret it. I am considerably happier now, very much single, with no intention of getting married again.

I am happy to have put this behind me, but want to extend my support for all those women who are in the same situation as I was. One experience is enough to scar you for life.

Is India is an Rapist Society??? A big shame for India.

2013-04-21T08:34:00.001+05:30

Rape! Rape! Rape! Is this country going to the dogs? The thought can't not be brushed aside easily. So much of hype about rape! So much of protest against rape! So much of politics around rape! Has this country woken up to a new era of rape?

What is the truth? When a father rapes his own daughter, an uncle his niece and a female child of five is raped by an elder, isn’t it time to ask what is wrong with our society? And why and how conditions have deteriorated in Indian society?

What else can you expect from a country that has established ceremonial and sanctified rape in the Devadasi system?

The Delhi rape may have brought the student and activist community spilling onto the streets in protest, but as long as society accepts and endorses the ‘invisible violence’ occurring everyday, crimes against women cannot be stamped out.

Our society considers street sexual harassment and domestic violence ‘normal’. When young boys whistle at a girl on the streets, or comment on her clothes or her body, society brushes it off as ‘boys being boys’. Eve teasing is considered an expression of masculinity and we teach girls to get used to everyday harassment, and ‘ignore’ the perpetrators, this is the problem that had deep social roots and had nothing to do with manhood or hormonal youth.

When India became Independent in 1947, the “middle class” averaged around 2.4 per cent in a population of around 300 million people. By 2011 this percentage has risen to an astounding 37 per cent in a population of 1.2 billion. It is this middle class that rules the country and consciously or unconsciously lays down social behaviour, in terms of dress and deportment, man-woman relations, inter-caste marriages and the like arousing envy, jealousy and hatred among the lower castes and classes, which feel frustrated. It is this frustration, one suspects that is the main cause for the kind of violence we see today in everyday life.
Unlike western developed nations which are largely mono-cultured, India is sharply divided along caste and class lines each functioning along established and well-laid out rules of social behaviour. It is when such classes co-exist with the middle classes literally cheek by jowl, as in Delhi that tension prevails which, in turn, ends in violence.
Our middle classes don’t seem to realise that they are living in a multi-cultured society functioning under different sets of values, often in contradiction to each other. It is a fact that we ignore at our peril. And yet it is a fact that the middle classes constantly forget only to be reminded of it when violence takes an ugly turn. Then all hell is let loose. Instances of rape and molestation are not confined to one class or caste. They seem to cut across all social group. But why? And how come? A woman accuses her brother-in-law of raping her. A 22-year old woman from Delhi was allegedly raped and dumped in a Faridabad jungle by the driver of a car who had offered her a lift. A report from Gurgaon noted that a 27-year old woman employee claimed that she was gang-raped by two persons, including a colleague, in a moving car.
From what one hears, in certain sections of society, for the average middle class male, an educated, self-reliant and self-confident female is an anathema. Unlike Khap which is largely prevalent in the inner regions of north India states like Haryana, west Uttar Pardesh, parts of Rajasthan and Punjab, the aggressive middle class male is a common phenomenon throughout the country. It is for our active women’s organisations to address themselves to societal changes in India and do something constructive. Laws can only lay down rules, they can’t change mindsets; to achieve the latter should be a matter of immediate concern to our thinkers.

Let us then safely conclude that the caste forces, the religious forces, the political forces, the ruling oligarchy and the different pillars such as the media are raping India on the whole. Many are clamouring for the blood of the rapists. ‘Kill them’ ‘hang them’ is the far cry of the so-called protestors against rape.
The law may have allowances for hanging and punishing criminals but this will not change the situation. Our behaviour is not controlled by laws; it is the internal control or self-control that stems from each individual’s conditioning that determines his actions.

WHAT LOVE REALLY IS??? LOVE IS GOD!!!

2013-04-19T21:20:00.001+05:30

Once I was on a journey and someone asked me which word in a man's vocabulary was the most valuable. My reply was, "Love". The man was surprised. He said he had expected me to answer "soul" or "God". I laughed and said, "Love is God."
Raising on the ray of love one can enter the enlightened kingdom of God. It is better to say that love is God than to say that truth is God, because the harmony, the beauty, the vitality and the bliss that are part of love are not part of truth. Truth is to be known; love is to be felt as well as known. The growth and perfection of love lead to the ultimate merger with God.
The greatest poverty of all is the absence of love. The man who has not developed the capacity to love lives in a private hell of his own. A man who is filled with love is in heaven. You can look at man as a wonderful and unique plant, a plant that is capable of producing both nectar and poison. If a man lives by hate he reaps a harvest of poison; if he lives by love he gathers blossoms laden with nectar.
If I mold my life and live it with the well-being of all men in mind, that is love. Love results from the awareness that you are not separate, not different from anything else in existence. I am in you; you are in me. This love is religious.
The doors of love only open for the person who is prepared to let his ego go. To surrender one's ego for someone else is love; to surrender one's ego for all is divine love.
Love is not sexual passion. Those who mistake sex for love remain empty of love. Sex is only a passing manifestation of love. It is part of nature's mechanism, a method of procreation. Love exists on a higher plane, and as love grows, sex dissipates. The energy that has been manifested in sex is transformed into love.
Love is the creative refinement of sex energy. And so, when love reaches perfection, the absence of sex automatically follows. A life of love, an abstinence from physical pleasures is called brahmacharya, and anyone who wishes to be free from sex must develop his capacity to love. Freedom from sex cannot be achieved through supression. Liberation from sex is only possible through love.

I have said that love is God. This is the ultimate truth. But let me say as well that love also exists within the family unit. This is the first step on the journey to love, and the ultimate can never happen if the beginning has been absent. Love is responsible for the existence of the family and when the family unit moves apart and its members spread out into society, love increases and grows. When a man's family has finally grown to incorporate all of mankind, his love becomes one with God.
Without love man is an individual, an ego. He has no family; he has no link with other people. This is gradual death. Life, on the other hand, is interrelation.
Love surpasses the duality of the ego. This alone is truth. The man who thirsts for truth must first develop his capacity to love—to the point where the difference between the lover and the beloved disappears and only love remains.
When the light of love is freed from the duality of lover and the beloved, when it is freed from the haze of seer and seen, when only the light of pure love shines brightly, that is freedom and liberation.
I urge all men to strive for that supreme freedom.

Love and Indian Society : A thoughful Analysis.

2013-04-19T12:25:00.002+05:30

When we talk about love and the Indian Society, there are vastly different images that come to mind. One is the impossibly perfect love as depicted by main stream Indian Cinema – replete with beautiful people, exotic foreign or Indian locales and picture perfect love, for the person, the families. On the other side, there is reality which is full of repressiveness, blood, gore, violence and often heartbreak.
Love … Its not easy to write or talk about it, is it? It is a vast ocean of emotions. We have stories written on it, we have poems penned about it, we have movies made on it. Yet it is so complex that there has not been a clear-cut definition of love.

"Wikipedia says Love is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure (“I loved that meal”) to intense interpersonal attraction (“I love my wife”). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states."

In the context of Indian society, love has been twisted around many a times.
Take parental love for instance. A son, from the day he is born, is loved by his parents so much that not a day passes by when they don’t remind him of how much he owes them for all their sacrifices. Even after he is married he is expected to disregard his wife to prove that his love is solely dedicated to his parents.
Whereas a girl, from the day she is born, is conditioned to love not just her parents, her siblings but, when the time arises, is expected to love her parents-in-law also even if they don’t reciprocate her love. Even if they treat her like a doormat.
I would also like to mention a love that our darling children demonstrate towards us, i.e. the cupboard love. Since we control the purse strings, and make the rules they have to abide with, they spend a lot of time buttering us up, softening us so that we buy them the latest expensive game/dress in the market. Sadly this makes them very manipulative and self-centered.
Often when both parents are working, we tend to give them a lot of money and give in to their whims. We are not there to discipline them or check them when they go overboard. This adds to the problem and makes one wonder if we are raising a generation of children with very little self discipline and ethics.
Take our love for God ….We are so blinded by the love for our religion, that we are willing to go to any length to justify our beliefs, no matter how ridiculous and unreasonable they are. We agree to feed our idols, deities with laddoos, milk when there are millions of people who are deprived of food. We don’t even think twice before throwing small children in the well to please God. If only we realize the only way to please God is to love our fellow beings. We take our love for Gods to ridiculous lengths, constructing temples for not only our religious deities but even for Cine Stars like Khushboo, even though there is rampant poverty and perhaps the money spent would have been better utilized in feeding, clothing and educating the poor.

It would be remiss of me not to write about the negative types of love. These types are really poisoning our Indian Society. We all know about obsessive love, the kind that was immortalized by Shah Rukh Khan in the movie "Darr." The person is so obsessive about the object of his/her affections that he/she becomes a stalker or even a killer. This is a disease called obsessive love disorder. The person becomes so obsessive that he tends to treat the object of his affections like a possession. If he can not get her, no one else can. The insane lover may try to kill, maim or even disfigure the object of his affection by throwing acid on her face.
On one side we move the progressive way by legalizing live-in relationships thereby giving a fresh, positive hope for people in love who don’t want to bind themselves to any institution. And on the other side there are sects in our society who still harbor the regressive thought that people having the same Gotra cannot marry each other. And if a couple challenges that belief, then the guardians of such ridiculous ideologies don’t shirk from killing in the name of community honour.
Yes, rapists also rape in the name of love. But I cannot call it love. It is more of a demonstration of power.
Our society is going through a state of change. On one hand laws have been enacted to punish the Khaps and also to legalize homosexuality. Yes, the society has become permissive, so much so that urban youth feel that it is necessary to have a boy friend or girl friend to be considered cool. On the other hand we have the so called guardians of society creating totally unnecessary furore on Valentine’s Day, damaging shops selling valentines and even accosting couples out together.
On one side you have Sania Mirza and Shoaib Akhtar ignoring the India –Pakistan enmity for the sake of their love, on the other side you have a mother being arrested for killing her pregnant daughter for loving and daring to marry a colleague belonging to the lower caste.
Love is a multifarious thing, said a poet. Yes it is, and it is the most joyous and positive emotion, but perhaps true love in which both the partners are free and respected is becoming a rarity especially in the Indian society today.

(This Topic is originally published by Deep speaking Up and I personally thank him for such a thoughtful Post.)

Sound of Solitude: Expectations & Attachment are two different aspect...

2013-03-03T11:16:00.001+05:30

Sound of Solitude: Expectations & Attachment are two different aspect...: "Love without expectations" So, that is your mantra to stay happy in love? well, good one...extremely practical as well, but in...

sweet n true lines for her...

2012-11-10T22:06:00.003+05:30

Wen I get angry... I want u to try convince me back... Wen I feel sad.. I wsh u wud try to make me smile...

Wen I lose hope I need u to support me.... n make me strong...

Wen I act possessive I need u to calm me down.. n handle me with maturity.....

Wen I luv u... I wish u to luv me back evn more....

I knw lyf n luv is not abt fairytales...bu t life is not evn a nightmare honey.... Ihad few dreams too about U & ME.. n dis feeling of luv... I know I shud act mature n sensible.. .may b lttle more practical....

but I thought U luv ME & My"Innocence" too...♥

Wen I get angry... I want u to try convince me back...

Wen I feel sad.. I wsh u wud try to make me smile...

Wen I lose hope I need u to support me.... n make me strong...

Wen I act possessive I need u to calm me down.. n handle me with maturity.....

Wen I luv u... I wish u to luv me back evn more....

I knw lyf n luv is not abt fairytales...bu t life is not evn a nightmare honey.... Ihad few dreams too about U & ME.. n dis feeling of luv... I know I shud act mature n sensible.. .may b lttle more practical....

but I thought U luv ME & My"Innocence" too...♥

LINES BY HEART... JUST FOR YOU JAAN...♥♥♥

2012-10-17T23:28:00.003+05:30

♥••♥ Aisa Nahi Ki Tujh Se Muhabbat Nahi Humain ♥••♥
♥••♥ Gum Roz Roz Sehne Ki Aadat Nahi Humain ♥••♥

♥••♥ Har Bar Tere Samne Sar Ko Jhooka Liya ♥••♥

♥••♥ Aur Phir Bhi Dekh Tujh Se Shikaayat Nahi Humain ♥••♥

♥••♥ Tu Aitebar Kar Ke Tujhe Chahate Hain Hum ♥••♥
♥••♥ Tere Siwa Kisi Ki Bhi Chahat Nahi Humain ♥••♥

♥••♥ Hum Jante Hain Tum Tanha Nahi Hamare Bin ♥••♥
♥••♥ Auron Se Poochhne Ki Zaroorat Nahi Humain ♥••♥

♥••♥ Kaise Rahenge Bin Tere Ab Baat Maan Le ♥••♥
♥••♥ Tere Bagair Rahne Ki Ab Aadat Nahi Humain ♥••♥

2012-10-11T10:48:00.000+05:30

It's so curious: one can resist
tears and 'behave' very well in
the hardest hours of grief. But
then someone makes you a
friendly sign behind a window,
or one notices that a flower that
was in bud only yesterday has
suddenly blossomed, or a letter
slips from a drawer... and
everything collapses.

LOVE...

2012-10-06T13:08:00.000+05:30

LOVE…

I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF LOVE
TO BE IN LOVE
TO FEEL LOVE

BUT I HAVE ABUSED THE WORD OF LOVE
USED THE ONE WHO LOVED

I LOVE THE FEELING OF LOVE
THE DEPTH OF LOVE

BUT I HAVE RUINED THE EMOTION OF LOVE
THE SENSITIVITY OF LOVE

I LOVE TO BE TOUCHED BY LOVE
MADE BY LOVE
MAKE LOVE

BUT I HAVE MISTREATED THE CARESS FROM LOVE
THE KISS OF LOVE

I LOVE TO LOVED BY LOVE
BOUND BY LOVE

BUT I HAVE LOST THAT LOVE
I BROKE MY LOVE
AND NEGLECTED OUR LOVE

I LOVE TO PICTURE LOVE
PAINT LOVE

BUT I HAVE DRIED LOVE
STOLEN LOVE

I LOVE TO WALK WITH LOVE
TALK TO ME LOVE
SAY IT AGAIN LOVE
OVER AND OVER…LOVE
BUT I HAVE RAN FROM LOVE
MUTED THE WORD LOVE
AGAIN AND AGAIN…LOVE

I LOVE TO LOVE YOU STILL LOVE
FEEL LOVE
HEAR LOVE
SPEAK LOVE

LOVE ME LOVE
LOVE MY KIND OF LOVE
LOVE THIS LOVE
LOVE…LOVE…LOVE...

I AM LOVE…

NICE LINES...: I Want You TO....

2012-10-05T09:14:00.002+05:30

I want u to hug me when I
get scared...

I want u to kiss me when I
act like a kid...

I want u to care for me
When I m sick...

I wanna u to listen to me
when I wanna say u
something...

I want u to understand my
silence

when I dont've words to express what I feel...

I want u to be there when
I need a friend...

I want u to love me for
what I am...

And above all I want u to complete.!!

I WANT SOMEONE...

2012-09-20T12:49:00.003+05:30

I want someone...

Who will love me unconditionally.
Who will rub my back and tell me everything is going to be okay.
Who will listen to me... And tell me everything that they know.

Who will be willing to put me back together...
Who will light up with joy, and put on a smile, whenever they see me.
Who will make me laugh when I am down, and never let me touch the ground.
Who will be able to know when I need a kiss...
Who will not even need to say words when we lay in bed... because so much love is just embedded into the 2 of us... we know what the other will say.
Who will lift me up off the floor, and dust me off.
Who will show me the path that I've longed for my whole life.
Who will tell me "No matter what you do, nothing will change the way that I love you"
Who will push everything away, to be together.
Who will want to spend forever with me.
Who will have the same likes and dislikes, so we can have a good conversation...
but also a lot of different likes and dislikes, so that we are like puzzle pieces... that just mesh together perfectly, and complete a puzzle.
Who will go through anything to put my heart back together... no matter how many pieces it is in.
Who will be happy for me no matter what, no matter what happens.
Who will want me to be happy...
Who will be able to lay with me, and get that seductive look in their eyes... That just gets me going.
Who will inspire me more than anything ever has.
Who will be my everything.
Who will have the ear to listen to anything I have to say...
Who will give an arm and a leg for me.
Who will give anything to see that smile on my face.
Who will be my wife.
Who will need me more than anyone. Or anything.
Who will teach me lessons as we go through life together.
Who will know me... inside and out.
Who will give up their past, just for me.
Who will make me feel like a million bucks, everyday.
Who will want to be with me every second of every day.
Who will let me give them my key.
Who will let my heart beat for them.
Who will let me give everything that I have left to them.
Who will help me rebuild.
Who will love me... As much as I did you

True Happiness

2012-09-18T11:12:00.001+05:30

♥♥♥The True Happiness comes from the peace of heart and mind... Which can never be attained in absence of the Love.. {"The Most powerful and precious power"} Which is only you My Love.♥♥♥

SOUL MATE: BEAUTIFUL POEM BY MS. POOJA SHARMA

2012-09-17T12:57:00.001+05:30

SOUL MATE

So the saying goes,

Though I never believed that this was true,
Until the day I came to know you.

You entered my life so unexpectedly,
And since that day you have set me free.
My life has begun to feel complete,
And my dreams have started to become reality,
I believe that you and me are meant to be.

What we have is so special and true,
I admire even the little things that you do,
Youre like my best friend and it feels like Ive known you for years,
Loosing you to someone else is one of my biggest fears.

I have come so close to you that I want to be with you forever,
To be your wife,
Bear your children and grow old together.
This is one of my dreams,
And I believe dreams do come true.
Thats what happened when the Lord above,
Sent me someone as special as you....

♥♥Being In Love The Most Beautiful♥♥

2012-09-17T11:54:00.000+05:30

Being Single Is Fun...
But Being Committed In Love Feels Awesome...

-When You Wake Up You Find
"Good Morning" In Your Inbox...
Or Early In The Morning You Listen To That Sweet Voice Saying:
" Ooh, My sweet baby is awaking...!"

-When You're All Alone,Sick Or Lost.. You Need Just That Person With You..To Hold You In There Arms... -

Those Small-Small Fights, & Saying " I'm Not Gonna Talk To You "
But Still... You Check Your Mobile To See The Missed Calls & Msgs From Them...

-Waking Up Suddenly At Midnight...
Calling Them Talking Till 4 am.... .

-Those Sweet Memories..
After A Fight Saying: " Sorry Sweetheart..." & Then Fighting Over Whose Mistake It Was...

-When We Call Them & If It Says
" Is Busy With Another Call, Plz Stay On Line Or Call Later.. .!"
We Find It Frustrating.... .

-Seeing His/Her Face & Becoming Happy..Without Reasons.. .

-Reading Their Cute Text & Smiling Idiotically... Caught By Friends & Family....

-Imagining Future Lives With Them... Waking Up & Sleep While Cuddling Them...

Nowadays We Often Here People Say Love Hurts...
Love Is Fake Its Unreal....
But Its Not Love...
It May Be The Wrong Person...
Or The Wrong Timings Which May Cause A Heart Break...
But Tell Me Honestly...
" Isn't Being In Love The Most Beautiful".....♥