Partyasi KO KOI BHI CHALEGI

प्रत्याशी को कोई भी चलेगी, अब प्रत्याशी के अकेले रहने की हद पार हो चुकी है। उसे कांड करने के लिए अब कोई ब चाहिए सब चलेंगी, गौरी, काली, छोटी, मोटी, सयानी, पागल, बस अब चाहिए चाहे कोई भी कैसो भी हो अब बस दे दो प्रत्याशी से काबू नही हो पा रहा है ।



शादी के बाद सीधा कांड। और क्या कांड होता है दो दिन में तो। एक दिन शादी! दूसरे दिन दूध का गिलास! तीसरे दिन फूलों के पीछे रासलीला और एक हफ्ते बाद उल्टी। फिर लगातार कांड पे कांड औरत की ऐसी-तैसी, रोज़ डॉक्टर के पास हर रोज़ डॉक्टर के पास। लड़की, लड़की से औरत हो जाती है लेकिन प्रत्याशी कांड करना नही छोड़ता ।


घूंघट में लिपटी प्रत्याशी की पत्नी अपना नारी धर्म निभाते हुए खूब योगदान करती है। फिर बच्चे पे बच्चा , बंदे की 27-28 साल की भड़ास एक औरत पे निकलती है कानूनी अधिकार जो मिल गया होता है। उसके बाद न समझने की ज़रूरत होती है ना समझाने की बस एक ही काम करना है। जानने समझने को तो पूरी उम्र पड़ी होती है। और फिर बच्चे पैदा होने के बाद कौन जानना समझना चाहता है


बच्चो के बाद अपनी पत्नी out of date लगनी शुरू हो जाती है। बीच बीच में खानदानी ठेकेदार अक्सर पूछ बैठते हैं - कुछ हुआ ? कुछ हुआ नही तो कब होगा ? अगर सीधा बोले तो इनको पूछना होता है शारीरिक संबंध बने के नही।

अगर नही बने तो कब बनाओगे, हमे ज़रूर बताना इतने खानदानी लोग हैं इसी लिए इस बात को इतने संस्कारी ढंग से पूछते हैं.

ALL THE WRONG QUESTIONS

I learnt one thing from people. You have all rights to question them if they question you. This is how it starts.

When will you get married asked my maternal aunty's husband's brother's son who unfortunately studies 1st year of graduation. In 12th standard he managed to get 54.4% marks. In a way he is not eligible to apply for any post/course any where but Some 3rd class colleges are always excited to give admission to these thought less young creatures.  Marriage is a very sensitive issue for me and when some one asks me about it I take it very seriously. To be frank, I hate the topic " Marriage" yet it is one of my favourite subjects to talk against. As a middle class Indian I realized wrong questions at wrong age are not just questions. People try to intrude your personal spaces by these questions. Oh! I was talking about his curiosity over my marriage matter.!


So I asked him back " What is your age?
18, he replied back.
Then do not be furious over marriage issue. U still have to wait two more years to get marry. So have patience and stop teasing girls on road. Learn to control your senses. I calmly expressed my views to him.


Ohh! I was just kidding. I wanted to dance in some body's marriage so i asked that. He tried to evade the topic now.

So you think of yourself Michel Jackson? I asked.
Means! He asked me back.
I mean you think every body in my marriage will come to see your dance?

Then he put his shoes on to get back his land that taught him marriage is the essence of your life.


I wonder what went wrong with his parents that they produced such a thought less young man. I had the answer though. Parents were thoughtless too so they created a hollow man who will just eat, will tease around girls and sleep. After certain age he will get marry with a girl who will not give a second thought to marry this thoughtless creature. This is how society will continue to proudce mindless creatures. Chaos you know! Chaos theory!!

SUCCESS CHANGES EVERYTHING

See the way crowd behaves with you after huge victory/success. I got to remember a discussion with my collegues how success changes the perceptions of humans. There are brilliant girls out there. They are doing wonderful things for the society and their personal growth as well. The world always seems to call their names " bad girls". So called marriageable bachelors feel offended to marry these girls who are ambitious. Ambitious girls are rebellion for the world.


. There was a girl in village. She used to live her life the way she wanted. By the age of 14 years she enjoyed equal opportunities like her brothers at home. Village felt jealous about her life style. They call the bad names to family saying " ye ladki kisi ki ni sunegi. Haath se nikal jayegi itna sar pe bitha kar rkha to". Village used to humilate the family every day by their narrow minded talks. Out of frustration the family left the village and settled down in a city. The girl was brilliant in study and managed to get good position in life. After certain time she achieved a higher post and returned her village for some worship. Entire village organized a function saying " we will honour the girl as she is our girl. She made us proud to be the first officer from the village". Village organized a huge function and made garland for the girl. Afterwards she was "Sab ki Beti".


It is not just about girls only. It is about success. Success always changes the perspective of society.

Take another example. There was a girl who married the guy of her choice. The family was very happy with the fact their daughter opted for the diamond. Diamond (Groom) was "A" Class officer in Government sector. Earlier family believed in caste system but when they found the Diamond ( "A" Class Officer groom) family became liberal and proud how their daughter recognized Heera in Pathars.

WOUNDS THAT BLEED FOREVER

How would you feel when you see a three year old child brutally raped by 29 years man ( a father of two children) ? She is in emergency ward unknown with the truth what has happened to her. She is even unknown with the term "rape". Child is continuously bleeding for months. She needs treatment, medicines, operation but doctors avoid the treatment because she belongs to a poor economic background and father is going pillar to post for her treatment? Can any thing sincerly happen in this nation or you always need social media viral posts, videos and visuals to show how brutal the incident was?
 It seems rape is okay in this nation. You can boycott a legal inter caste marriage but you can not boycott rapists. You can boycott a movie but not rapists. And what kind of parents they are who are ready to marry their daughters to these rapists? If rape laws can not be ammend in this country, why we need this democracy, politicians, bureaucrats, judiciary and administrators?
My friends often ask me why I am losing faith in humanity, people and system. This is the reason my friends. We meet rapists often. We meet corrupt leaders often. We meet people who brag of their culture but hardly fight for wrong. We meet men who abused their wives. We meet girls who trapped guys and made them suffer under POCSO. And above all we rarely meet wonderful people who put their heart and soul for betterment of this nation that is still enslaved by corrupt system.

Living on the Edge

Lost & Scared in this chaos,
Now it has been a disorder,
Ignore me if you can,
Choose me if you are a man,
Living on the edge,
A dusky demon inside us is caged,
When your silence is outraged,
As dry as a withered sedge,
Some where heart cries,
Inside you just see a smoky sky,
All you wish to bid a good bye,
Days are changed in nights,
Every thing that you left behind,
Questions the way how you have been blind,
Empty souls wear the masks,
It is hard to complete daily tasks, 
Going away from home,
Coming back to home,
Becomes the routine of life,
You are lost in a fragile materialistic strife!!

We all are killed by each other,

So this is trending HASH TAG Me too. Some one screen shoot your post with out permission is
Punishable against provision IT Act section 43A sharing of personal information without permission from the data owner) and then abusing you. Some social media feminists are  abusing females and calling their bad names if she does not support Me Too trend. Then there are pages like "N@@ch○ BC and MC", whose names end up abusing a mother and sister. They also support HASH TAG ME TOO trend and abusing, harassing some males/females who do not appreciate this trend. 

First of all, for me it is not a trend. If you are really dealing with sexual abuse victims then you would get to know it is not a trend, any thing that gives some one too much pain, a feeling of stigma, abuse, mental health problems, spoil some body's childhood or ruin a life. It is not a fashion to say " hash tag me too",. We are not greeting some one Diwali or Holi saying " me too". I respect various perspective. For me it is very insensisitive to say " me too", because it is trending and for me it can never be a trend if it ruined a beautiful part of your life, followed by hating human beings or a particular gender. 

Women are ruined by males,
Men are ruined by females,
Transgender were ruined by both,
We all are ruined by each other,
Then there is humanity,
In this gender war,
We are killed by each other,

School Days

We are lost,
Some where in this crazy world,
We had a childhood together,
That part is a memory forever,
I do miss old times,
When we were together,
Every morning we greeted,
We let the seat vacate for each other in all morning classes,
The lunch that was packed for the noon,
We often finished it in 2nd class,
Do you remember?
That Hindi teacher,
Did not her Hindi left us speechless,
Or that history teacher,
That never tired of telling stories of kings,
Oh my dear!
Do not we miss that time,
Every morning we greeted,
Vacating seats for each other,
Yes! You were the monitor of class,
The way you scolded roll no 22,
Do you remember her name,
We talked about PHDs,
Getting old we will be a doctor,
And then we dropped the idea,
Still you always wished to be a doctor,
You followed your path,
You became what you wanted to be,
I feel proud to tell your name,
When I am in a crowd,
I proudly tell them my childhood friend is PHD,
Still I miss that little friend of mine,
You remember how we met,
How we became best friends,
I remember every little thing,
We were soul sisters,
We are still soul sisters,
We will be soul sisters,
I miss old version of my sister,
Oh my dear!
You remember all the fights,
You did for me,
I do remember every bit of it,
I do remember every bit of our childhood,
The way we said good byes at the end of schools,
Do you remember that old cycle,
That school room,
Though we have been grown up now,
Busy with our lives,
May be we are not busy,
Like every grown up boy and girl,
We are lost,
We did expect things,
Now we have almost all of them,
But still we are lost,
Now come again here,
Let us come back again,
In that old time,
Those little girls that we used to be,
Those small hairs,
Those white dresses,
We were angels

,
We still like white,
And the world says,
Wear colours,
But I miss white,
Every bit of it makes me pure,
Let us come back again,
Let us travel few mornings together,
Let us bring thosw afteenoons back,
Bring me those evening backs,
Those landline calls,
The days we had no medium of communication,
Still we were too close,
Now we are every where,
Still we do talk in weeks,
Oh my dear!
Bring me the days back,
Bring back that childhood,
Bring back those school days