Monday, December 24, 2012

I'm a Delhi girl & I want my first child to be a girl

I was there on Saturday. From 10 am to 6:30 pm. Yes I got wet with the water cannons. Yes I had tears in my eyes and a burning throat because of the tear gas. Yes I was beaten twice with the ‘laathi’ by a male constable. Yes my left ear went deaf for three hours after a bomb exploded right beside it. Not just me, 50,000 other Delhites wet through the same or even worse.

What was our crime? Our crime was sitting peacefully, singing ‘Hum honge kaamyab ek din’ and asking for justice for a 23 year old girl, battling for her life after being raped & almost murdered inhumanly. Our crime was to ask for change in laws for all rape accused, to make it a non-bailable offense.  



We were quietly protesting, no violence but the govt considered it apt to dismiss us. Forcefully. Violently. There was no political motive behind the protest. Only students, young working groups & parents formed the mob. Everyone was angry but peaceful. Yet we were beaten. Some admitted to the hospital. Because they were bleeding. Hit by laathi. Why? Because they wanted justice for a girl they don’t even know the name of.

I'm perturbed. To the core. But at least I'm proud of being a Delhite & being a part of what can be called a revolution as far as women safety is concerned. I'm proud that so many people came forward, without any fear, & stood for what they felt was right. The strength of the girls was surprisingly very high & they were not afraid of laathi charge. I applaud their courage in the protests. Yes, there was a minor percentage of the violent crowd who were there only to damaged public property. Excluding those morons, it was wonderful to see that people have the courage to speak up for their rights. If this is the future of our country, then there is hope.


All the pessimists out there saying "In protest se kuch change nahi hoga." When has there, ever, been a change without the presence of hope? At least do your bit, join the protests, if not, spread the word online. Boond boond se hi sagar banta hai. How would any change come by if you give up even before trying because nothing has happened so far? And if you still can't do anything, then you have no right to crib & blame it on the system. Remember, you are a part of the same system, if you are sitting idle at home, cribbing.

Having been there, then seeing on TV and reading about the protests all this while, a torment inside me has shaped up, that's beyond my control. I am trying to calm myself but it doesn’t help. I’m sure it is for good. I have gained the courage to slap a man in public if he tries to touch me intentionally. For the first time, I stared hard at the group of the guards at my society gate, leching at me, every time I enter my society gate. I used to ignore them. But no more. I stared at them and their cheesy smile faded away. It works girls, protesting at your own level works. The first thing I'm going to teach my daughter is to raise her voice & not 'ignore'. If you're ignoring a crime, you’re equally responsible for the consequences. It was her that day, it could be you tomorrow. This needs to stop here. Now. You don’t have to wait for the system to bring on the system, it YOU who can control what happens with you. Speak up. Raise your voice. Protest.

I am proud to say that I am a Delhi girl and I want my first child to be a girl.

Friday, October 26, 2012

God and the Biker

A man on his Harley was riding along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, God said, "Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."

The biker pulled over and said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want."

God replied, "Your request is materialistic; think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind."

The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, "God, I wish that I, and all men, could understand women. I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, why she snaps and complains when I try to help, and how I can make a woman truly happy."

God replied - "So you want two lanes or four on that bridge?"

Monday, June 18, 2012

Aaj phir...

Aaj phir badal chaye magar, aaj fir barish na hui,
aaj phir tumhari yaad aayi magar, maine usse chubhne na diya...

Aaj phir hawa chali magar, aaj phir rim jhim na hui,

aaj fir dil mein aah hui, aaj phir usse daba diya...

Aaj phir bijli to kadki par, aaj phir badli barsi nahi,

aaj phir aansun aaye magar, aaj phir unko girne na diya...

Aaj fir andhera chaya tha, aaj fir zameen geeli na hui,

aaj phir dhadkan tez hui to thi, par dil ne use chhup kara diya...

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Bas samay ab yahin pe tham jaaye to...

Bas samay ab yahin pe tham jaaye to,
zindagi bas yahin pe ruk jaye to,
kuch gham nahi hoga, na kisi se koi shikayat hogi,
aane wale kal se jo dil darta hai, usse bhi kuch rihayat hogi..

Aage badhne ka hausla nahi hai dil mein,
peeche mudne ka rasta bhi kho chala hai,
yaadon ke daman se khud ko chhudana hai,
is baat ka ehsaas mujhe ab ho chala hai...

Jo kal mein reh gaya hai kuch hissa mera,
wo bas dil se choot jaye to,
Bas samay ab yahin pe tham jaaye to,
zindagi bas yahin pe ruk jaye to..


Thursday, February 16, 2012

My Prince with the Diamond Ring

There was a dream I always fantasized, 
since I was a little girl, 
the stories of which I saw n heard, 
about the princess, prince and their whirl..

That one day some prince charming would, 
come n sit on his knees, 
then take out that big diamond ring, 
and ask me - "Will you marry me, please"?

So as I grew, the dream in me,
got stronger and stronger,
and day by day it grew and grew,
with my wait becoming longer..

Then one day my prince charming came, 
in all his pride and glory, 
he was the son of a great king, 
who, as yet, was not a part of my story. 

Me n my prince shared lots of smiles,
and tears together,
and he said, he will love me,
forever and ever.. 

We hugged, we kissed, we looked at each other,
and days and night would pass, 
we would lie and stare at the stars all high,
in the misty nights on the dew wet grass..

I told him about my dream one day,
and my fascination about the diamond ring, 
he said he would buy me many,
but not as my fantasized way.

I cried and asked why such harsh words,
you say oh prince my? 
he said, the king, looks upto him,
with his hopes high.
King wants me to marry only a princess,
one who is tall and fair, 
someone who would make him proud,
and is beautiful with long hair..

I think I was too simple,
to understand the king demands, 
'cause I always thought I was a princess in my own world,
and would never surrender to any commands.

My prince tried to tell the king,
how I was the one he loved for life,
in happiness or sadness
he wanted me to be his wife,

but the king had different dreams,
for his son's future wife,
and asked the prince to make a choice,
between her or his father's life!

He said, "Oh Son, please understand my position,
I have many many social obligations,
I cannot let your love hamper,
those age old perceptions..."

Poor prince, what could he do,
he bowed down in front of the highness, 
he came and held my hand tight,
with eyes losing their brightness..

I read the words in his eyes,
and hugged him tight to save the white lies,
we kissed good bye and promised to never see each other again, 
and parted our ways to 'move on' but in vain.. 

With broken heart, I stand alone looking at the fort oh so high,
with tears in eyes on lonely nights with past full of sigh,
I don't want the diamond, no nor do I want the ring,
I only wish, oh mighty lord, he my prince was not the son of a king...