HER 2

This is a sequel to the post HER,  Its good to know the story well before reading the climax. And this ones incomplete without that either.


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She did not resemble a bride, in fact inside the veil, there were those tearful eyes that longed for an escape.
She was tired , tired of celebrations, of the lights and sound, tired of change.

Neither could she name the feelings or the thoughts that passed across her mind. Fear, would be rather a wrong quote, for all her loved ones were with her. Neither was she confused. Confusion is when  one finds difficult to make choices and here the choice was already done,
Perhaps she had no choice.

Fate..? If it was to blame fate for everything, then all of us would be just puppets driven by fate enacting the story of life.

Yesterday all that mattered to her were  homework , and the midterms, but today its an entire burden of responsibilities, for she was no more a school girl, but the mistress of

err, she hardly knew whom she was married to.


All that she knew  Tasneem didi , was married to the same person and that she could no more continue education . .

So, You had  to miss school today?,

His voice was sharp, unlike her father, and this time she dared to look across the veil, towards the one who spoke,  an affectionate voice

Yes, but they said I cannot go to school anymore.

No, you can, Tasneem told you love reading. And you can continue it.


This time , she was confused, of whom to be thanked. The messiah in him, or Tasneem who evoked it. For her dreams could be continued even after the nightmare.

image courtesy : google, Of course!

26th hour towards literacy...

I had noticed the topic of  the  Surf Excel Magic #Get Smart Contest ... 

'If you had two extra hours in a day, how would you spend it?'...

But never knew what would I do with my extra hours...


At least not till I met her....Yesterday...
 She must be hardly ten years old...dressed in rags... dirty face... unclean hair...
 she resembled a perfect Indian beggar.....
She did smile....even though her hands were empty, no one bothered to give her a penny..
 still she begged...she had the famous ''slumdog millionaire'' versus on her lips....
 her  body swinged to the rhyme...

She came to me..

....I hunted for a coin in my bag....gave it to her...she did thank my generosity..
 for it was the very first penny of that day!!!!
but her smile grew more wide..when I gave her a chocolate bar..... the chocolate meant more for her...

"Is it cadbury???"

" Read it for yourself..its written on the wrapper.."

A dejected,,, rather more disappointed voice in her replied ,,

 " I don't know .....alphabets.... I cant read.....they never sent us to schoool...."

" You don't go to school???"

"No....there is one near our jhopda (slum)...but they don't take us in and we have to earn ..going to school never fills stomach"

she moved further...

.But i was moved more,,,by her words...her helplessness
I decided....the two extra hours of my life....I would do something for them...
 In case I get the two hours.....It would be for them.....

Our country got ample of educated youth...but they need to be gathered.....to educate the uneducated....

I would open up night schools for them....
 The 26th hour for education.....
 UNICEF says,, 20% of Indian children aged 6-14 do not attend school.

While kins of the rich study in high profile schools...most of them least bothered about the value of the fortune they receive...let these children of the streets learn something... at least to earn a living
 They are often deprived of education ... only because they cant afford to sacrifice their earning hours to be spent in school
Many of them work in restaurants...many as rag pickers..many serve domestic help...
and everyone ... loses education
and again they grow up only to create another generation like them... the ones who again miss schools only to earn a living 
For them education is for the rich....
And in this country where educations seems to be more  of a business ...the poor ones are often left behind


I would spend my extra two hours for them,,,,


 A NIGHT SCHOOL


something they wont deny attending
 At least it wont affect their daily wages.....and offer them free education
At east they would be capable to read the hoardings ,, notices,,and necessary stuff...
They can be made aware of the challenges our country face....they could be let known that there exists a world beyond begging,,,...

PROBABLY...... MY DEATH MAY BE JUSTIFIED

This post is an humble contribution by me towards the justice that demands answer to the lives of the brave hearts KEENAN SANTOS and REUBEN FERNANDEZ.
This post speaks Keenan's words..the way Keenan must be feeling at present ..
Please forgive and feel free to post in the comments sections if this post tends to hurt sentiments of any person...

DEATH is a word that underestimates the bravery of the good souls Keenan and Reuben.

Anyone unaware of this brave deed please visit the following link before forwarding to the post below:
http://www.ndtv.com/video/player/news/india-shocked-by-deaths-of-mumbai-bravehearts-keenan-reuben/215239


Speaker: Keenan Santos

That night was just awsum ...but I hardly ever imagined it would turn out to be as dreadful as a nightmare...
we were done with dinner...just about to move away..I saw him..he was well dressed.. I doubt he was drunk..indeed he was the evil..

He misbehaved.

'EVE TEASING ' would be the correct word....

mumbaikars are very used to it....it happens in almost every nook and corner of the society..

No guy would withstand...no guy would forgive...if anyone does mischief with his girl friend...
I can never forgive ...in fact I  'could'  never forgive...if someone misbehaves with my buddies..

I opposed It..Reuben opposed it...we drove him away...

I didn't realize his killer instincts till he returned with four more men  who were armed with sickles, knives, bamboos, stumps....

He attacked me....I couldn't resist ...

The pain was intolerable...something sharp had pierced into me...
I was slowly losing my existence...



Avinash hit one of them with a piece of glass...Reuben was attacked tooo... he was also defenseless..
the roads were bloodshed...even though there were many spectators around....none helped.
I cannot recollect it all....but still I remember the terror stricken faces of my buddies

I had to succumb I surrendered....no because i was brave enough to face death... I died fighting...my death had more significance...it was an answer to many a devils...in the streets out there

 I could see Reuben struggle for life in the hospital...he underwent many surgeries...
I wished he survived...at least to not let those guys free
This time too my wish remained silent....death was victories...here he is...Reuben is with me toooo

Though we are together...guys,,,,
I miss u allll...our days on earth were more than heaven for me.....

I can now see many candles burning for me and Reuben...
Many hearts weeping for us
Many a hands joining together to pray for us
Many a tears flowing for us

I never imagined my goodbye from earth would be so brave and neither did Reuben
I wish our death is justified
I don't know which lawyer is gonna attend for them....I wish these shameless had atleast a pinch of guilt

The media did celebrate this news for many a days....but now since it lost its'hotness'....I wish its not gonna be closed down like every other eve teasing cases...


Mumbai is a city which is termed to be very safe for women....
Still we had to lose our life in the same city for the very same case



To avoid death of many a keenans and reubens....we demand justice!!!!!!!
I know demanding a justice in a country which takes more than  three years to decide upon a terrorist who Killed many a lives,,,,,
demanding justice in a country where justice is the only thing available very late.....
demanding justice in a country where corruption and influence  plays every role,,,,

I know demanding justice in India is difficult....but not impossible

Am not sorry for our death...but for for our loved ones who are still denied justice
...........the ones who miss me

I may not physically exist among you guys....
but am always there with you....we are there with you....
Me and Reuben wish our sacrifice never goes wasted....
WE believe our death will be justified!!!!!!!

If you heart prays For Keenan and Reuben.....
join this group....
share it...
spread the word....
demand justice for them
https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/keenanSreubenF/

girls????????????? OOOOOO....ur born to be tortured............!!

Came across the indibloogger  Sets You On Fire!" contest describing  an unforgettable event in your life...




 KFC being one of my favorite place to hangout with my buddies.....The tittle itself attracted me to write a post for this contest( yep ,, obviously the gift coupons attracted me more...!!!)

PS: The above picture has no relation to my story... I loved the pic.and posted it here!!!!!!

This is the first incident that came to my mind when I read the topic...
It happened very unexpectedly
on a normal day.... 

I had the worst experience in my life then....

I have written posts on woman being tortured...eve teased

I have spoke about measures to stop exploitation against woman...

But today i realised that speaking about it hardly contributes towards the end of these practise...

I realized that truth is far different than spoken words...

For the first time in my life,,, I was sorry for being born a girl

I experienced helplessness...

The story starts here...

As usual we were on our way back home from college.........

As usual we friends were together...discussing about everything under the sun..

Immersed in our own world..

Suddenly one of our friends screamed loudly..

All that  we could here were lots of abuses...she could not control herself..and kept on using those harsh words...

She was almost crying...

her voice seemed so painful...

We were left unspoken,,,unaware of what was happening around us......

however she managed to gather some words.her voice still so shrill....she tried to explain the situation...

all that she could do was to point a gang of boys who were pacing across the street....

that was enough for a girl like me to understand...

They had played mischief....

but this time it was against the limit,,,,,

no girl would forgive any guy if he touches her without her permission...and that tooo... if the touch is painful.....if it hurts herrrrr....

whatever the guy did to her.....was just intolerable
She had seen them approaching her......
Once he reached near her...he placed his hands on her chest...it hurt her,,,,,,
though all this happened within seconds...she had to suffer the pain for a long time...any women reading this must have now made wierd faces,,since we understand the situation...

All I can say is....... It was the worst thing that could happen to any girl........

She may quietly suffer the physical pain......but if it hurts her personally.......... if it hurts her mindset..

and then...

It turns worst when the victim denies his act...

One of our male friends rushed behind them...

He asked them politely whereas they deserved none........

they denied..

they were drunk...

They bet him ruthlessly........

and I could do nothing....in fact we girls could do nothing

we were just spectators............

I wished if  I was born a boy....

I could have helped my fellow friend...

and yes...everyday lots of policemen patrol in the area.....

unfortunately there were none on that dayy....

We were so helpless...and the culprits passes away freely...

They had no shame on their face...

So is our society safe for women???

Answering this question is as difficult as turning this society safe for women....

Hope every fathers..every brothers........and every sons..........understand their responsibility to every women............no matter how they are related to them..........

next time when you feel like torturing a girl.......think about your sister being tortured by a devil like you........

think about your mother being eve teased

these thoughts are more than enough to stop the misdeeds....

only if these thoughts are interpreted correctly.........and realisation matters.........

dedicated to to all those girls who had to face the dark clutches of the demon,,,'RAPE'.

no matter what you name it,,, molestation, harassment etc etc. the pain remains the same...for her unknown mistake she is the one disapproved by the society while the demons roam around freely

to all those girls who remain helpless when her prestige an decency gets misinterpreted . Thanks to the eve teasing champions!!!

Name at least one parent who is not worried to allow their daughters move outdoors after 10 in the night, no matter whether it is a city or a village.

I believe that there is no woman in this world who has escaped this disaster.It remains as an unwanted piece of harsh experience in her life.......

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BLAST OFF.....

BLASTsss......

Not a new story at alll....
Its just like another daily affair for every Mumbaikar.....
Since the last 18 years...terror attacks 
A regular news to the ears of every Mumbaikar...
A regular sight to every mumbians...

Its as if you get out of your home for work in the morning biding bye to the loved ones...and your dead body awaits them in the evening


Our hearts weep for a span of time...later the life goes on...
The memories fade...but the injury still remains...

The 1993 blasts.....killed more than 250 ,,injuring
around 700
The July 11 2006 blasts was the worst when seven
major places in Mumbai were attacked...
The 2008 terror mishap....unforgettable for every
Mumbaikar


We just complaint about Kasab being not hanged to death...
We complaint about the Pakistan governments inactivity....

What else do we do???
and there,,, we tend to forget it all until we have another blast in the city as a remainder..

To remind us.........
"THAT MUMBAI IS NOT YET FREE FROM THE CLUTCHES OF THESE EVILS..."

Yes of course,,,now the post blast happenings are quite clear...
There will be strict security checking at almost every nook and corner...
Every other common man will be have his bag snatched and checked again and again by the cops..

My question is which terrorist will dare to enter a city where the blasts recently occurred..then what is the use of strengthening the security measures during the post blast scenario....????
if the security needs to be strengthened...keep it strong always...throughout the year


At one side Kasab's birthday is celebrated bursting blasts in mumbai...whereas at the other side...Indian judiciary is trying its level best to let Kasab live longer...

Leave Kasab to the mumbaikars...
Let us ,The Mumbaikars take the decision...
Why do we need to think upon the punishment to be assigned to Kasab...
??????????????

ITS QUITE CLEAR THAT HE IS AN ENEMY...RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LIVES OF MANY A INDIANS...THE BEST HE CAN AFFORD IS DEATH

So now many Facebook updates will express rage..
Many a twitterians will tweet the anger...
Many satyagrahis will starve against terrorism.....

But who??? who is to act???
Who is to invoke the government of our country...that its tooo late..to act

Where are the ample amounts of crores being used in the defence and security of the country???

IS THIS WHAT WE GET IN A COUNTRY WHERE THE DEFENCE SECTOR HAS ALL THE MONET INN???

DON'T WE EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE SAFE??

The Adam's plea

It might be true that we  tortured you people a lot...
But those were just fun... Actually we thought you enjoyed being teased...
But now that you people have completely made up your minds to screw us.. don't we deserve some pity..???

We know that eve teasing is a terrible experience... I mean was a terrible experience..
Now ...does that mean the Eves should start troubling the Adams..?
You must be knowing what we go through...

Are we safe to roam freely after sunset.. you just don't allow us to ..
Perhaps it makes us so concerned about our looks..every now and then we check the length of our trousers or the perfectness in the tucking of our shirts inside the pants..
Otherwise never know what you silly girls tend to call us.. weird names..SRK..KRK.....you don't even spare Dileep kumar..

Last Sunday ..while I passed through the chor gallii..those bully girls across the lanes...they just crossed the limits.. imagine they called me...oh ..I cant tell it so publicly...it so embarrassing ....how can you girls do this to us..!!!!

We just don't feel like travelling ... neither by train..nor by the bus....
the eves trouble us there tooo....

The way you stare at us...It feels so awkward.... its as if you are stripped in the crowd...

You girls... don't you have fathers and brothers..??
 Every guy is a brother of one among you..how would you feel if a lady teases your little brother??

Please stop this...our ancestors must have did the worst with your community.. but please don't punish this generation for their unknown sin..

It brought tears to my eyes when I read the worst news of a young boy gang raped by a group of evil minded girls...you even pushed out  a gentle man from a running train!! Imagine what they must have gone through...what their family must be going through..

The entire male species is fed up...spare us now...we plead guilty of troubling you in the past..wont ever do this to you..
Its high time to stop ....now Adam teasing is the worst social problem.. consider us..have pity on us...support us...


Ever imagined what happens if the girls decide it against you...???
we are completely fed up...
if the girls weren't patient and  forgiving by nature,,,the above would have been the experience of many a gentlemen on this earth...
Its high time to stop the  dominating male society to protest the eve teasing and other troubles that the females face...

If you people were to suffer this due to us...what would you do??? write a letter as above...??? then be ready...Because the girls may start the revenge any time...they r fed up of silently bearing the tortures

THE STORY OF MY DEATH

This had become just like a ritual for  me....devotion always had a very prominent place in my heart...
....I wasn't  a god fearing person....in fact I loved god...


This year too, I decided to visit sabarimala.
My decision to make my 18th pilgrimage to sabarimala on makarasankrathi was perhaps a coincidence..
It was the first time that I am going to witness the 'wonder'..and the feeling was completely different. Devotion, excitement , adventure....every thing rained into me..

There exists many contradictions against the mystery of occurrence of Makara Jyothi..they say it all..

Numerous reasons..but I find it very difficult to decide between rationalism and devotion.

However it was completely a different experience when I witnessed everything...a sense of completeness...the belief that the almighty does exist...

It had answered my question..perhaps the question which remains unanswered in the hearts of many a souls on this earth...

DOES GOD EXIST??

Many have their own reasons to justify the existence of the super power ,,but today my eyes answered them all..I was almost immersed in the truth..and forgot all the other worldly existence..It was completely different ,,,an aura of purity and holiness


The extra security and force on the proper path to sabarimala caused many a discomfort for the devotees..and hence to avoid the danger of stampede we preferred the other way..the way through pullumedu.


It was my journey back home..much eager to share my experience with my family
This time there was a feeling of  completeness in me

There were many happy faces around me...right from the 5 year old to the 70 year old.


It all began with a road accident..perhaps the reason is still not clear for the government .. may be the clarity is dim because of the closed eyes of irresponsibility..

All that I remember is just a hush bush caused by many a people running across..disturbing the serene atmosphere..
the air that echoed Swami Saranam was now filled with cries of helplessness..

Perhaps many had experienced the unexpected...and then after a minute of complete darkness....I opened my eyes...I could see an auto besides a jeep..both crushed ...only to result in many black and saffron torn clothes ...very difficult to recognise human body amidst the crap...

I tried lifting myself ...all that I wanted was to escape from this disastrous place...run away to a  peaceful place...so that I could prove myself that it was just a bad night mare...and I am going to wake from my sleep in a minute or so...
but truth was something else...I was completely destroyed when I realised that my body is almost paralysed ..and ...

AM I DYING...??

I saw them all...the 5 year old with whom I shared this journey...the old woman who explained me the significance of devotion and belief..

An hour ago...I hardly thought about my lifespan...In fact I was busy searching excuses to explain to my boss for the extended leave..I just cared about the family..my job ..my journey..but never ever imagined it to be the last journey of my life..

Far from my loved ones...the only thing that remains is the desire to meet them once..but helpless ...

My body is lying here in the debris along with many a devotees...now this is somewhere all the gaps are bridged..no caste..no religion..no one even asks you about the colour of your ration card when you are at the gates of death...every creature is equal in the eyes of death

I wish my death no more remains a unanswered case like many other accidents...I wish they sort out the reason for this stampede...

I wish they don't price the value of my life...in lakhs or thousands.,...

I wish no more devotee ever fear to visit sabarimala..for silly security reasons..

I wish they show more interest in the investigation of the accident,...and not in the reality of makara jyothi..

but can the DEAD wish...??

I WISH I WASN'T DEAD...

Living the nightmare

Dear anu,

I am sorry for postponing the plan of the movie last week...I know that you are fed up of spending your day at the daycare and thus wish to spend a day out with your parents,,,but how can I explain you about my fear,,the fear of the sympathy portrayed on me by the cruel society...

It all started with a pain in the right breast.I guessed if it was the outcome of the stress of your approaching mid term exams...or the load of targets I had to accomplish at workplace...I simply ignored the pain..for health was always a second option for me.

later  cold cough and other illness started troubling me and the antibiotics suggested by Dr. Gupta did not work.
And then the abnormalities in my body lead me to consult a better doctor .
The tests that he suggested  had weird names that I had never heard of. His advice to avoid lifting heavy weight couldn't stop me from  lifting  your schoolbag everyday to school. Afterall how could I run from my responsibilities???

It was a dreadful Wednesday when I ran out of the doctors cabin...I was almost paralysed . I couldn't even scream to disturb the peaceful ambiance of the hospital. All that I could do was hold you father's hand helplessly .. I was helpless to accept the reality of the BREAST CANCER  that I was diagnosed with.

It was you filled in my thoughts. Blots of your innocence and love defeated  me . I knew  I had to win over this. I had to survive.

I believed that I was the luckiest woman in the world . The most pampered daughter , the most loved wife and the best mother.
But now unfortunately all that I possess are the sleepless nights..and tons of sympathy.Perhaps that is the reason why I hid it from rest of the society...

I am helpless to answer your questions. How can I explain you the sudden baldness over my head..???How can I explain you the clashing of dates of the parents meeting at your school and the chemotherapy treatment at the hospital????

now that i am free of this disease and doctor assures my healthy life....I am also free of my infected body  part...the most important part of a female .....ever since the operation...my right breast is now something that existed in past..

I fear your request for a baby brother for your mom is now helpless.

I wish I could lead the same life as before.....no more sympathies...no more medical advices...no more sleepless nights...

I want back the happiness of our family..I wish to lead a normal day of 10 hour  at workplace, two hours in the kitchen..and rest of the day with you....I don't want to be a target of sympathy anymore for I  have lived a nightmare for the past two years......

Hats off to the blogadda's campaign to combat cancer....when I read this article on blogadda the first thing that came to my mind was the story of my cousin who recently escaped the clutches of this dreadful disease.
Above is an excerpt of her fight with the disaster......through my viewpoint all that she wanted to tell to her daughter....the seven year old niece of mine.

Cancer has always been a nightmare to many people around me...Right from my classmate who died of blood cancer to two of my family friends diagnosed with breast cancer and stomach cancer....
 Looking forward for a better world...free from the clutches of this demon...................