Anger.Shame.

So, here we are again reading about yet another rape case in the Rape capital of India: Delhi. Newspapers are flooded with this news.
So, this particular girl was travelling with her 'guy friend'; travelling at night;watching a movie alone with a boy!; travelling in a bus at that time of night.
Well, perfect recipe for rape. Haina aunti ji.?!

Many uncles and aunties have already made the judgment. "ladki ko akele iss time bahar jaane ki zarurat hi kya thi??' 'pakka ajeeb se kapde pehle honge', 'ek ladki akele ladke ke saath raat ke waqt ghoom rahi hai, characterless hogi'.
But no one is talking about the rapists. The newspapers and NGOs are doing everything to get the girl justice but the society will never let her live. She will never be able to move on in life, no one will marry her, friends will desert her and her parents will regret with her.
Her life will be so life-less.

Rapists are not men with horns or fangs. They are men with shallow upbringing.
Rape is an extreme consequence. We (girls) face some form of dis respect from them (Men) everyday.
But, saying that, its not just men who disrespect but women dis respect women too. Yes, they don't rape fellow girls but character assassination from there side is everyday routine.  

Fancy words like 'slut', 'whore', 'prostitute' are used in a split second just because the girls are dressed in short skirts. Best example of women being 'casually' dis respected is when a girl rejects a boy's proposal. The aftermath of this 'NO' are the following:
1.) Being called  'slut', 'whore', 'prostitute'.
2.) Openly, publicly being character assassinated.
3.) Center of cheap, perverted jokes.

Rarely these people rape a girl but the reason being the fact : they are scared of the legal consequences. If given freedom they will do the same as the freshly rape accused did.
But the crux is to eliminate this cheap thinking. Families, specially the mothers should teach their sons to respect women regardless of what ever she is wearing, whatever time day/night she is venturing around in the city, whom ever she is going out with, what strata of society she belongs to and whether she drinks or smokes.

And lastly a special plea to all my fellow girls and aunties out there, please stop judging girls on superficial basis. Make this world a better place to live not only for men but for women too. Please.

Bare Feet

The soil is his mother, sky is his soul.
sometimes he runs around, hardly he strolls.
by leaps and bounds he fills the air with joy,
his name is unknown but i know he is not a city boy.
Short and timid , he loves to play in rain,
Dance to the music of the raindrops, i can still see his eyes filled with pain.

Strangers.Again

I can see it in your eyes.
i can sense it in you presence.
The way you look at me.
A lost battle. Increasing pain.
We are strangers again.

All lies.
lost the love.
Nothing to gain.

We hold hands. We smile a each other.
The breath is cold. Then gaze is full of loath.

Where did i lose you?
It's a dead end.
I'm racing against time.
Killing myself everyday.Slowly.
Hoping to rise from my own ashes, to find the old you.Our old love.

But i guess it's vain. We can never start again.

When the shadows are longer than the nights,
And hearts are colder than the snow falling,
We kindle the fire of hope.

When the rain falls too hard,
And drenches the spirits in agony,
I give you faith.

When the Sun is scorching & burning the soul,
Even the mirage fades away,
You give me the eternal shade.