PATRIARCHY OR SEMI-PATRIARCHY!!

How boy wala dare to decide if their Bahu should work or not? I want to know what made them think like they are god/goddess and have right to decide some one's fate? And why girls say yes to these patriarchal losers? I really want to understand what is this typical marriage deal? Girls'side give a lot financially to the boy and boy wala says we are against dowry. What is the definition of dowry then? I mean you get jewellery, cash, car, motorbike, laptop, refrigerator, Television, gold etc etc still boy family say we are again dowry. I think we girls do not respect ourselves enough that is why this patriarchy and semi patriarchy is taking us for granted. I personally want to slap hard to all who do not respect the independence of their going to be bride, who asks them not to have dreams, who mentally and physically torture their wives
I also pity the females who marry some one because of his property. There is no point to marry losers. It is better to stay single whole life than to marrying a wrong person with patriarchal blood. If they want a puppet they must marry a puppet or an illiterate who does not point a finger and use logic on their nonsense conversations. I have seen people who want to dominate the girl in every possible way. They decide all personal choices of their Bahu, they want her to wear make up, act like a puppet with every thing yes. Then they want financial control on her. In a way they always search a women who is on a lower post than their son. It is also a way to control her. A boy can be six-seven year older than the girl but their typical mindset do not want to marry a girl who is even one year elder than the boy. And then they say marriage is a holy ritual. Haha. It is more a well-planned deal from every angle where they marry a stranger and expect the baby within one year of marriage. How ridiculous can it be?

AND SYSTEM KILLED A MARATHON BOY

Can not stop sharing this. He was sold by his mother to a traveling salesman for ₹800 in 2004, rescued by Biranchi Das, a local judo- coach and orphanage operator. Biranchi paid back the salesman the Rs. 800. Budhia came to live with Biranchi Das. And when Birachi Das adopted Budhiya legally Budhiya's mother got no issues. But after her child's success biological mother claimed on the child. Budhiya's mother made him a mediocre kid. She was even brainwashed for money. Greedy!!

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QevM7Ekdefs

So-called pseudo-journalists, Human-Right Activists, Child Welfare Committee of Oddissa, State Government, Bureaucrats said it is illegal and exploitation of the child if he runs. Budhiya was prisoned in his own house after he was separated from his coach Birachi Das. Later, Birachi Das was brutally murdered by Gangster who had almost 70 murdered cases against him.

See the tragedy of our system that spares a murderer but objects when a poor boy from slum bloom like an extra ordinary talent. Our system even accused the man ( Birachi Das) who recognize the talent. It is a collective shame on all of us. Politicians played politics, media entertain news, Human Right Activists never visit him again, System spared a murderer but could not spare a coach that rescued a child and made him known internationally in Limca Book of Records.

See the burden of our system. I do not find it is a system at all. Administration/ political/ Social system never ruin its people but ours do. He could be something but he ended up being nothing. It is pathetic to know that he even loses school races now. Look at his coach now, everyone can get an idea why he loses even school race?

NARCISSISM

Though narcissistic is a personality and mental disorder.A narcissist person has an overly high feeling of their own importance, thinking that they are better than those around them, obsessed with fantasies of power, success good looks, taking advantage of other people, difficulty in maintaining relationships, fragile self -esteem, over sensitive etc.
Narcissism is a big part of Indian culture . There is narcissism in everything eg politics, administration, judiciary, academics, media, Bollywood, entertainment industry, educational institutions, universities, police authority. Everyone consider them as they are the only superior creatures left. MLA thinks h/she is a CM. CM thinks h/she is a PM. PM thinks h/she owns the entire nation. A University Chancellor thinks they are god/goddess of education system. Though they are self -obsessed that they own the education system but frown looking at the students and hardly spare time to address the issues children face. Everyone knows about the bureaucracy. Red- Tapism is characteristic of Indian bureaucracy. This Red -tapism is there as freaking mentality of self-obsession. A Mantri ( I hardly prefer to say these people leaders as they do not have the attitude of a leader) thinks that Government officials are their public property. Even for a peon post they recommend some one. Going to be peon do not hesitate to lick their shoes. It must be giving these mantris feeling of immortal being.They give official orders to present the staff in their rallies though the out put of these programs are zero. These mantris expect the Gov officials to bow down in front of them as officials are their slave. 
You are in a queue for hours, mantri came, Guard open the door, every one else is banned in that 5-10 m area because Mantri is VVIP. 
See! These people even invented a term Very Very Important Person! Reserved chairs for VVIPS!
Reserved areas for VIPS! 
Reserved chairs for media! 
Reserved this and that, how reservation system will end? 
Mr. Kanhiya Kumar ji, in India there are classes in every thing. Lower class, Middle class,Upper Middle etc etc. Business class, economy class etc etc. And you visit in business class. I think all leftist do that when they join a party. How class system will end? 
Media peopl Barkha, Rajdeep ( all so called famous journalists) try to prove them they know every thing and this nation is full of idiots. They make their stories and prove their intellectual. Intellectual Rubbish! There was an article in my school book, that is too apt for these people. 
This narcissim is in every thing. When a fair guy/girl sees a dark person they do not forget to call their names. Every body is a narcissist around. Just look at their faces how strange and obsessed they are with themselves that they consider others just a piece of inferior race. When a guy's family looking for a arranged wife the family behave like they own a prince. Though we can not forget the way how sons are raised in India. Many of them consider their wives are their property for whomm they decide every thing from the choice of words to clothes. They always get pampered and treated like little prince so they consider them the one. When a person is doing nothing important to society they start living with self obsession. I feel that this slavery is in our nature and it has been more evident after British Rule.

RANDOM THOUGHTS

Will you leave us in near by Institution for children? We asked from Auto driver.
Sure!
How much we have to pay you?
Only Rs. 120 answered the driver.
But that is too much. We always visit the children home in 10 Rs. Though we are three so we can pay you 50 because it is too hot. No madam! That is too cheap. 
Okay then! We can pay you sixty. Now will you leave us?
Sorry madam!
Okay brother!
We ran to another driver and previous one shouted back. Okay madam 60 final!
We smiled together. See! This is India, people try to make fool of daily passangers when they visit another city.
No brother, we do not want to go.
An old lady in a Ghoda Gaadi ( Taanga) was watching us. Beta! I will drop you. Be seated here.
I was thinking if it is for the travel purpose or that old lady wants to leave us in the Children Home out of kindness. What ever it was we commuted by the Taanga. It took us almost half hour to reach our destination and paid some amount out of respect. On the way we got to know she was a widow and hardly able to manage bread butter for her family.
U know beta people do not like to commute by all these means. They feel it is against their dignity to travel like this.
Yes! How much true it is. We love to take selfies and love to update on social sites " Feeling awesome..Visited Aagra, commuted by Taanga". Then we keep sharing those pics with friends but when it happens in some common place or in a small city people act like see how these people are traveling? They keep staring you as you are some awkward creature. People are in hurry even when they have big AC cars and honk continuously. And I keep thinking Jis k upar chaat ni use grmi mai jyada jldi hoti hogi.

Though our country have dual standard for so many things. We are Fair and Lovely white Indians yet we talk to social equality. Feminists who talk of feminism are the one who frown up seeing the village ladies when they are sitting in a group of english speakers ( experienced by me) We talk of Women Empowerment and hardly appreciate the women who are auto Riksha drivers, old women who manage families alone. When an english speaks Hindi he seems cute to us but when Indians speak broken engish we call them illetrate. When a guy with branded clothes is too frank he is cool and when a villager is frank we call them Gawar. We see a person from Bihar and never mind to say Dekh Bihari. And when people from Bihar sitting in highly Administration jobs we walk behind them Saheb aa Gye Saheb aa gye. Yes! It is all about money. If you have money no matter what you do you are alwa so cool.

UNTIL DAWN

I waited the right moment,

I waited in distress,

Though in these shackles I am always bound,

I wander aimless,

I breathe purposeless,

In this ignorance,

I am blind,

My eyes lost not only sight,

It lost the winged flights,

In my own shackles,

I poured the heart out in rain,

Like a morning star,

My eyes awake until dawn.

AWAY FROM THIS MOURNFUL NIGHT

Oh my soul,

If we talk to each other,

Then it is my wish,

That this message touches your soul again,

And a bit of you long for me with same fraction,

You get the message so clear,

How much you are loved,

How much you are wanted,

How much you are awaited,

Today words again scribble down,

And the wounds miss you again,

Eyes are again sullen,

Lips are again pierced,

Yet you are again here,

Give me direction,

Where life breathes,

Sitting here in this stillness,

It feels like ages,

Oh my lord!

Take me away from this mournful night.

MY BELOVED LAND

I have a ruined world of thoughts,

My rhymes are barren insomniac sleeps,

Some where lost in haunted scary dreams,

Still this world is my beloved land,

It is a payment for the quest I paid,

This is inception,

When minds travels million lands!!