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Why are we questioned upon Love

   Why are We questioned upon Love   Two scenes, two people, together, having a private moment, both in public, in front of thousands of people, but one of them is looked with disgust, while the other looked and utterly ignored.

      One where two people are having a fight, a man and a woman are having a heated argument, the man shouting at her so loudly, while she, crying and trying to convince him by trying to hold his hands while he pushes her each time she attempts, a little love in her eyes with even more tears. She tries to convince and calm him, now with even more love and trembling voice, while he is almost on the verge of hitting her in public. Everybody sees this, some look at this and feel shameful about it, some talk about it, some comment on the man’s bad character, some about his upbringing, some comment upon how the woman must be wrong, some conclude loudly that she must need man’s money too much to face all this, some turn a blind-eye. But nobody stops them and ask them both to calm down. Why nobody has the courage to go to him and ask to behave well with a woman. Why nobody goes to the woman and makes her realise that she’s being undervalued when she might mean the world to someone unlike him who humiliates her, who doesn’t value her love. Why nobody goes to the man and warns him that no situation or relation of his with the lady justifies his shouting at her like this publically or even privately. Not even One!

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    One where two people are having a lovey-dovey moment, they hold each other’s hand just like a gold medallist who would hold his medal, in a proud and tender way. They look each other in their eyes, not caring for the world, forgetting everybody, forgetting life’s burden, forgetting every day’s hustle. To them, the moments of being together mean the most. Love gives them the power to face everything else again with courage, they want to believe in their dreams, happiness again. Both share a hug and a peck on the lips. A hug is the best way to show your love to your partner, it makes you directly connected to them, you feel their heartbeat and they feel yours. When you feel their heartbeat, the satisfaction of this being for you is a bliss, you know the person is there for you. In a world full of Money & Struggle, a beautiful thing such as a hug is free but still so priceless. Even Science has researches in favour of the amazing benefits of Hug, it releases Happiness Chemicals. A peck, it’s more than a gentle touch that two lips share, it’s a reflection of the love between them, it’s a warm greeting that two souls make, a meaningful kiss is more than a bodily pleasure, you can feel millions of fireflies in your head when that happens. When two people are in love, they are so happy and satisfied in their minds, their partner’s presence makes them happy, they want to look after them more than they would take care of themselves, every decision is made by keeping the partner’s happiness in mind, they want to love them even more, they want to live with them, a life full of ecstasy that relieves them from the thought of being lonely. Anyway, the partners share a kiss and a hug publically, for people who would value love might smile at such an instance and would directly start thinking of their own beloved, but most folks can’t chuck other’s happiness quite well. People start seeing this thing with disgust just like the fight scenario but this time, they won’t just sit in the backseat of the car, 7 on 10 would judge their characters, 8 on 10 would stare, 8 on 10 would definitely talk about the girl being shameless, 5 on 10 might call her a hoe, 2 on 10 might get aroused and stare them constantly to make them feel uncomfortable by imagining dirty things being honest, lastly, the most courageous ones, 3 or 4 on 10 will be ready with their snappy words to utter in a very sharp tone, the moment they get to speak, they’ll intrude the couple’s privacy and yell at them for being so shameless or they might start giving them moral values’ lectures. The problem with both is that- “The Couples don’t need any body’s advice.” But such advices are free everywhere around the globe.

     So, nobody was there to help a couple fighting seriously but people intrude when they absolutely should have had not. A strong emotion called Hatred is being overestimated than the stronger emotion. Why?

     Why do people want to be nosey-parkers in the matters of love but not when two people have a fight? Why the Love is perceived so low in the minds of millions’? Why has Love between two people to be questioned while the Hatred ignored? Why do people think they have the right to irrupt between lovers? Why do people think they don’t have the right to help them when the two are fighting? Why PDA and crime both lead to Jail? Is Love a Crime? Ask yourself these questions and answer to yourself and your conscience.

   I don’t find people’s fault in this, the fault is in the mindset & mentality they have, the outlook they have been having, the things they have been seeing in their culture and sub-consciously an acceptance has been generated. The Acceptance of the wrong as being the sole truth has made them blind, blind enough to perceive their beliefs into the truth.

  But can we not grow more? Can we not unlearn? I request us all to learn new perspectives because there’s no better time than now. The Fittest survives and to survive you must compromise, sacrifice, and understand other beings as well.

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Women should rather get start being called WOE-MEN. Because they’re no less than a suffering to Men all around for no reason. I wonder why it’s so, what heinous sins have they committed, how did they do this? These are some of the 64 thousand dollar questions which unfortunately won’t get answered till the ends of the Universe.

Just Wondering, How do WOE-MEN hurt Men? Maybe it is their Breath that makes the air poisonous for other dogmatic Males to breathe. Or maybe it’s the cacophony they make all the time while all the busy Male-Bees are working which makes them go crazy. Maybe it’s the sluggishness, their indolence which makes the aura ill. Or May be it’s their selflessness, I feel it must be really hard to be around such extraterrestrials. Not just that, Woe-Men are all the time in a mood to try their ways to woo Men, who by the way are very Realistic & Unromantic.
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The Possessiveness of Women for their Bodies, Hair, Dresses are all a sign of their pretentiousness, even the hormones—Estrogen & Progesterone that happen to bother women and cause mood swings are their fault as well.

The Looks so charming, the Touch so healing, the Heart so warm is all a lie, that maddens them to their core.

No wonder WOE-MEN will be a pain in the neck as long as they take ‘Women Empowerment’, ‘Gender Inequality’ for granted. These words have richer meaning to what is usually interpreted. They’ve a deeper connotation which had never been given the right weight it deserved.

No one else than amongst us can come up & say-“Whatever happened was find, let’s forget that & walk towards the brighter side of the tunnel.” The Dark tunnel can’t be crossed by one or two or even a hundred, but only all together can do it. When they accept nothing but the true Social, Legal, Educational, Political, & most of all INDIVIDUAL EMPOWERMENT. When they’ll understand how valuable, privileged they are to be born in this gender. When they respect and equally get it back, when their opinions and decisions are welcomed, admired and considered without any prejudice.

That’ll be in a true sense- “Women Empowerment.” Period.

 

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What if those Brazen Women were never born on this Earth?

What if the Brazen Women werent bornAnd what if those Brazen women were not born on this earth? How would I smile and how would I write? How would you study and how would you live a life?

Despite the few biological weaknesses, they are the gender, whom god chose to give birth to his children, the gender—the gentle and worthy of giving life. It was the sex as equal, as important as Adam’s when lord made it. But with the rising people, equilibrium began to pathetically become a disaster.

The world was a better place to live in when the biological differences in the bodies of both the gender didn’t create any mental friction between them. But gradually negativity spurned!

The truth is that women was never the weaker sex. It was made to believe that it was the one. It was made to believe that it was the weaker sex by some brokers of the male gender, the negatives, the dominants.

Not every male thought this way but a bad idea and a rumour is always initiated by few and then spreads faster than a fire in the bush and is readily absorbed by all.

Earlier there was no problem, women were as equal as men in anything. Respect, work, money, status but with the advent of the dominates, things were changing for worse.

The gentle gender was snatched off their respect, credit, love, wages. I don’t know if they rebelled or not, but then on, gradually, situation got worse for women each day.

Earlier the privilege to be born as a women was envied by men, the gender was awaited to be born in the families and considered as a symbol of the Goddess. But then on, it became a sin to give birth to a girl, Female infanticide began.

 

Then later, female infanticide stooped due to the medical advances which bought even worse, female foeticides.

The girl who are as pure as a goddess is considered a debt and a burden and the girls who in ancient times were given liberty to choose men at their will from the group of the best bachelors called ‘swayamvara’ (Hindi word for the marriage in ancient times where the princess would choose her husband from the most suitable kings) were now married off early at the age they barely understood anything.

Before periods, a fragile feather as she is, filled with deep fears and blank about the sexual world, far from the true reality of sex and life as well.

She began to get married anyway and was just told two things – “Compromise or Die”. The woman absorbed the thought like a sponge which absorbs anything its dipped in. Woman are always like a sponge; they are taught to absorb just about anything- clean water or dirty grease. It’ll just absorb like a robot who knows to just follow the order, who just knows what to do far from the reasoning on why it should do that.

But why are we taught all this? Why aren’t we taught to be stubborn, take a stand and not lessons of calm.

Anyway she is married as fast as it could happen just like a debt, the faster you get rid of it, the better. And when she’s married, she is assumed to be as shapeless, formless as a fluid. She marries a man and takes the shapes he asks her to take. Her fate’s notebook is overwritten by her husband because he married to control her anyway. She has to be what the husband and his parents want her to be. Why can’t she be what she always was, what her parents made her till the moment, just before she took those seven rounds. Why she has to change? After Wearing that red attire, she changes as a person, becomes whatever is asked out, but, why cannot she be accepted in the way she was, originally. However changes she makes in herself, she always remains a stranger in the house she considers her home, her family.

That’s the law of the society, a woman is married, has to change, is forgotten by her family and isn’t accepted in her husband’s family. She just becomes the door between any two places. She knows both the places exactly well but knows neither too well.

And the husbands who are working hard for money have alibis that they have stress, they are tired and they never pay attention to the phase their wives always have to go, even if the attention is given, they suggest them to ignore and choose not to say anything and do the same too, they think the ignorance is the right answer.

Then the husbands also have their own way of de-stressing themselves. Beatings, BDSM, forced sex, violence or anything like so. It should just satisfy their wants, needs and ego, period.

They never realise what a woman thinks, wants, or how she feels when they beat or hurt them. Or when they are too passionate, do they even thin k it for a moment if she’s ready to have sex now, they just dig in when they think they should, when their body demands.

The women who so brainwashed in love that it’s easy for them to believe that it’s their fault than accepting that wrong is happening to them. She just closes her eyes that are capable of seeing the reality and chooses to think of the good moments.

Good moments, are their pill to forget the drama, all the domestic violence, affairs that their husbands have privately or publicly. The man who was married to take her care hurt her in the worst ways possible but she just won’t question him because he told her that he loves her few days back or took those seven marriage-rounds or ‘saat-pheras’ few years back. They choose to believe their husband who says that they are unimaginably under stress that is blinding them to hurt her and she believes him after all these wrongs.

But there were some women, who were as normal as all but sassier than each one of us as well. These women just didn’t give a shit to the obstacles in her path. These women were stones, were so stubborn, denied to be soft sponges, were full of enthusiasm, anger and determinism, an attitude that they made sure nobody could even get close to shake off.

They were the woman who believed in leading by example than following her husband or her parents or her in-laws. These were the woman who decided to carve a niche in the wall of fame that madly flaunted portraits of male leaders of the world

Rani Lakshmi Bai, Mother Teresa, Indira Ghandi, Oprah Winfrey, Michelle Obama, Florence Nightingale, George Sand, Marie Curie, or in the very past, Cleopatra, Hatshepsut, Joan of Arc. These are just the few names out of the list as deep as ocean.

Rani Lakshmi Bai, who bravely fought till her end to save her motherland. She could have lived by giving up but why would she> she chose to be the stronger version of herself. She chose wat everyone wishes deep inside.

There are plenty of names, plenty faces and also plenty those who are missed out in the list but are the true heroes too, just because they chose not to bow down and to listen to their callings by not giving up

Why can’t we all be someone who’s hidden in us, who’s battle-ready, the real battles of the world, any smallest of the problems in the whole world, someone’s who is holding a flag ready to wave it to celebrate the victory, even a small one.

Be the woman you were centuries back, a queen, who was proud to be a woman, who proudly and humbly ran the world. Not the ones the dominants made out of us, the suppressed, depressed.

Be the woman who can fight for right than who chooses to just see with eyes wide shut, listen with ears closed and speaks with a mouth closed.

Be the brazen woman like the ones who chose to be the stronger versions as to rebel against the dictators. Just imagine these brazen women weren’t born, what would be the status of woman today. Would we be getting treated like a pet, who’s called for love and shooed when the masters please?

The best part is there’s a brazen woman in each one of us, just recall and remind yourself of even a small instance where you stood upright, did something very right.

But the worst part is that brazen woman is sleeping, hibernating and waiting for that one moment when we strongly call her upon for even a minor change.

 

 

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A Writer will always be Mistaken

A Writer will always be mistakenA writer will always be mistaken. Everyone thinks right? But only we choose to pen down. We write the earnest, the deepest of the thoughts with a pen which runs silver ink, the same silver that makes a mirror.

We pen down what we see with the most ardent honesty, what we feel or imagine. Our feelings or imaginations are just like us, simple and true with not even the slightest intentions to misguide or mislead.

A Writer will always be mistakenWe choose to write down on vivid and diverse topics but not all are our past. We want to write something that’s someone’s something, that makes out a meaning, that brings clarity to someone. We don’t always pen down our life, so doesn’t mean if I write about love, in actually in love with someone, it maybe past or pure imagination. I want to write it so well, pouring my heat-beat with the silver ink. And when people read it and ask if that’s happened to me.  I take it as a compliment, I feel on having written it so good that people find its true.

But not always do I like the question. The question- ‘Has it happened to me’. I want to write pure fantasies, someone else’s darkest realities, fictions without the fear of judgments, without being questioned of my physical connection with my writings.

If they want to know my connection with my work, I can tell you whole day how deeply connected, embossed it’s in my soul not because they’re good or they have been my past but because I could feel those feelings without them actually happening to me.  I feel all my work so deep just the way I’d have felt if it’d have happened to me.

But am I gifted or unfortunate? I can feel anything so well but still can’t deliver it as my pure fantasy. I mislead my readers through my work that it has happened to me without my truest intentions. A Blessing or a Curse?

The writer will always be misunderstood.

 

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Feelings for Myself & My Friends… End of College

4It’s nothing new what I’m feeling for myself and my friends.
College is ending and we’re just marking these days, can’t cross them on the calendar, because they have been the best days of our lives. On the verge of making our careers, shaping our lives, yet full of confusion.
I’m determined and worried at the same time, for me and friends. At one end there’s a certainty that we’ll all do well and at the other a commotion. The commotion to know how it will all happen. It’s all gibberish I know, but that’s exactly how I feel and that’s the peak of clarity my thoughts currently can have.

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Jobs, Business, Success, Failure, Entrepreneurship, what had been just simple English terms just a while ago when we were laughing in our classes, are going to be a reality, our reality just in a month.

I panic at the fact that we aren’t going to meet every day. We’ll have to plan a week or a month before, just to see each other for a day.

I really remember our gossips about anything, literally anything, baseless conversations on phones for hours. Now in a blink, it’s ending.

I wished to stop the time, in the moment of happiness when I just woke you from an amazing dream when we are meeting in the way and heading for the college together. While waiting for one of us, we all are chilling, creating new happy moments together.

But it was too late to try, because the following moment woke me up, frightened and surprised. What I was so vividly enjoying in the last moment was a beautiful dream and I was horrified too because in the dream, we all called it the last day. I rebelled n my dream as well. But the fact remains a fact, an unchallenged and an unchangeable one indeed.

Each day is creating a new anxiety in me, there are fears unknown, feelings unexpressed. I don’t know what I should say or do—I just can pray for a great career simply for all of us.

 

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If We were not taught anything, anything at all. Wouldn’t We just Love

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Have you seen a baby, it just knows to love his parents, play with them! Have you seen him hurting anybody consciously? Many of you might say he cries and hurts people’s ears but he just cries to notify his parents if he’s hungry or needs some caressing.

As he begins to grow older, he learns anything and everything from his surroundings, his parents. How to behave, talk, speak, walk, eat and love. Yes, Love too. People are made this way, they learn by seeing and act the things they have observed previously.

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Similarly, we just learn anything which we see. Most of us are too naïve to actually check and filter things out before learning them. We are too amateur to know what’s right or what’s wrong. Before we learn that, we often fall for the wrong as it’s common and easy.

The kids learn the way their parents walk or talk, how they earn money, are they true or cheaters, how they behave with people outside their family and circle. Our parents are the first examples we see, the first perspective that we can see and learn from.

And then the kids are put in school to emboss the fixed ideas under the skin, the ideas that make the world just a limitation. The Discipline that just is beyond bounds and sometimes leave no open space to breathe. ‘School’ teaches the same ancient stories of prince or princesses or a poor history which is filled with the most important battles. Battles, why should a child know about them? When the baby’s brain is the most fertile, why is he not taught of the inspiring stories which make him want to be like the heroes who made the world a better place. Why is he not given a room full of millions and billions of books, paints, music, mic, laptop; Why is he not given a choice to be anything in the damn world? Why is he not given a chance to be just anything? Why is he not given a chance to showcase what he knows from his life? Why is he made to think that there’s a lot more in this world to learn and living here is tough, when he can just be taught to live the life with morality and humility? Why is he not given an opportunity to make mistakes?

Why are we taught so many things when they can come naturally to us? Did we learn to love our parents from anywhere, or to laugh, to breathe, to cry, when it came naturally to us, why are we taught in masses so many same old ideas that are just not relevant today. Their being taught makes them a norm, and when a person can’t relate to that, he thinks he’s not normal.

Love for parents comes to a baby, naturally. A baby who has loved someone, can’t he love a partner on his own? But as the baby grows, he sees the bad side of the coin of love, he learns about the adultery, cheating, selfishness in love and gets perplexed and puzzled of the true idea. So what was originally in his heart gets foggy as he grows up.

The truth is within us already but to get to it, we follow a cycle, we have made it a tough thing. First, God sends the truth within us, then we have to forget that, then we are taught life-lessons from people around or school and then spending half our life we realize it’s not right so we unlearn it all, and finally, we learn the truth. The thing is its very simple.

So, why do we make it tough, why do we get taught various things just to find out they’re not right. Why can’t we just follow our life the way god made us.

 

 

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Who’s a Bitch?

Who’s a Bitch?
Any women who has the liberty to take a decision,
Who can speak out for herself,
Who is opinionated,
Who can take a stand,
Who has the right to be with someone while hoping to find her Mr. Compatible Life partner,

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Who has goals & gives them priority over others,
Who has a broad-mind & likewise broad-minded friends irrespective of their sex or their sexual orientation or color etc.
Who has her Me-Time, who does not let anybody take that from her. It’s her power, she’s the queen of that world in those moments.
Be the #Bitch.

 

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Then the Stranger asked me the Strangest Question

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An odd day it was, with the usual hustle yet a different aura. I was traveling to work when a fellow passenger, The Stranger asked me the strangest question.

He asked me—“What did I want from my Life?” On a quest he seemed, and seemed a little worried as well. His Sub-conscious forced him to ask the question probably. I said-“Let me think.”

The question was as odd as the journey that my brain sailed till it answered the result. Millions of visions, Billions of thoughts, but still I was more than far from words. I traversed my childhood to the very moment. Memories were many, but I was supposed to come up with conclusions and statements.

I stuck on the thought and asked myself recurrently on what exactly did I want. Each recurrence made me delve in and reach a bit towards my final answer. My thoughts were—

I wanted Self-Esteem from life so that I can live proud and see myself as someone worthy enough, to face my own self in the Mirror every day and night.

I wanted Positivity from life so that I can feel connected to my God and loved by him, to handle every day chores.

I wanted Honesty from life so that I can live satisfied and never in a fear that someone else might cheat me or a guilt that never lets me live or sleep any moment.

I wanted Novelty from life, and also passion to search for it myself, to feel high on life, to be on a Hidden quest every day.

I wanted Kindness from life to be a sympathetic and a warm-hearted soul, and as they say-“Kind People are the happiest because they forgive and forget the easiest. They never hold on to the hurtful things, always be humble and pleasant.”

I wanted trueness and loyalty from life to have and keep the Best relationships. To keep my Kith and Kin feel loved, comforted and happy always, distance no matter what.

I wanted Courage from life to face the wrong for the weak, to speak for it, to inspire it to take the driver’s seat of their lives.

After a while—he intervened and prompted me to reply quickly as it was his station and doors of the train were open. Without a second thought, I knew what I wanted and I uttered—“I wanted a Good night Sleep from life”. We exchanged our last and uncanny glance, and then he left with a queer smile on his face.