Today I saw this video, something I have never seen or thought or heard about before and it just left me speechless.... I am still shaking, not able to believe my eyes and ears. I am just not able to believe how can people rape a 3 year girl so much and so many number of times that her intestine comes out of her vagina! Who are these devils, where do such people, such men exist and the answer is they are among us! Shocking, isn't it! I will share this video with you all 1st. Do have a look, take out 13 minutes from your busy schedule and please have a look:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeOumyTMCI8&feature=player_embedded
Honestly I am too surprised and disappointed today. Till date I was sad to see so many men who looked at me and many other women around me with such a disgusting look that I felt sick and wondered what do they think we are? I felt like slapping them so hard and cut off something that they are so proud of. But never ever had courage to do the same.
Who do they think they are! What are they so much proud of that they think they can use women the way they want? The physical strength? the god damn it P&^!$? What? I dont know the bloody answer!
Today, I saw the pain the girls, those woman went through and many more women in our India in our world goes through. And I cant even imagine the pain, the anger, the frustration they must be going through, every moment, every day. Their faith in mankind, in us, in this society must have been vanished altogether....Such a shame!
But now its time that we all "sane" men and women, we all who believe in equality, we all who respect each other as individual, we all should contribute our "bit" by atleast doing what respected Sunitha is asking us to. She made an extremely valid point here. Lets atleast accept such victims in our "civilized" society and give hopes to the other who are suffering that we are here to support them, if not support atleast to accept them.
If not anything great. lets be just human....
Lets just be Human
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Home Sweet Home!
Sept 2002, I left my home, my parents to pursue my study in Pune with more happy, less sad feeling as I was sooo eager to see the world, to be on my own, after all I had studied for 2 long years to get admission in the institute! It was only after I left my home that I realized how much I am going to miss it...My Sweet Home, my comfort zone!
And now its been 7 years, 7 loonnngggg years that I visit my house like a guest! Each visit is smaller than the other. And at end of each visit I am left with longing "kuch din aur rehte to mann bhar jata" knowing well ki kitne bhi din hote tobhi maan nahi bharta. Mann kaise bhar sakta hai, I have spent 18 best years of my life there!
The moment I am home, it showers me me with selfless love, warmth and happiness. I see the reflection of my happiness in my home as if its equally happy that I am there.I am sure it must be missing me too :)
But what made me suddenly realize and write all this? Till today I always thought that I used to go home because its only my parents whom I miss. I always thought, the love I feel being there is only the pure and selfless love of my Mother. Its only the comfort and warmth that my momma dadda provides that I feel so relaxed and safe there! I never realized that my home, a non living entity, is so important for me!
Its been 3 months that I havent been to my home and December was the time, the year-end 9 days long break! I was so exited and made all plans for it. But then the plan changed, now Mom Dad are coming to Pune and we all are going to Mysore to meet my brother. Hurray! I should have been 100% happy because I am going to meet my parents, my bro so the purpose of being at home is met! But when I still felt that something is incomplete, then I realized that its the warmth of my home that I am going to miss.... I realized why the name for the land line number in my mobile is "sweet home" and not "Mom/Dad"
Not to mention, I am very happy that I am going to meet my bro after such a long time! But this small incident made me realize the importance that place also has for me and how much I miss it!
So now a few more months of wait before I could get another long holiday to be there!
And now its been 7 years, 7 loonnngggg years that I visit my house like a guest! Each visit is smaller than the other. And at end of each visit I am left with longing "kuch din aur rehte to mann bhar jata" knowing well ki kitne bhi din hote tobhi maan nahi bharta. Mann kaise bhar sakta hai, I have spent 18 best years of my life there!
The moment I am home, it showers me me with selfless love, warmth and happiness. I see the reflection of my happiness in my home as if its equally happy that I am there.I am sure it must be missing me too :)
But what made me suddenly realize and write all this? Till today I always thought that I used to go home because its only my parents whom I miss. I always thought, the love I feel being there is only the pure and selfless love of my Mother. Its only the comfort and warmth that my momma dadda provides that I feel so relaxed and safe there! I never realized that my home, a non living entity, is so important for me!
Its been 3 months that I havent been to my home and December was the time, the year-end 9 days long break! I was so exited and made all plans for it. But then the plan changed, now Mom Dad are coming to Pune and we all are going to Mysore to meet my brother. Hurray! I should have been 100% happy because I am going to meet my parents, my bro so the purpose of being at home is met! But when I still felt that something is incomplete, then I realized that its the warmth of my home that I am going to miss.... I realized why the name for the land line number in my mobile is "sweet home" and not "Mom/Dad"
Not to mention, I am very happy that I am going to meet my bro after such a long time! But this small incident made me realize the importance that place also has for me and how much I miss it!
So now a few more months of wait before I could get another long holiday to be there!
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