Suicide

How does it feel like to be cut into a million pieces with more than 100 wheels running over you? How does it feel like when the rope tightens around your neck? How does it feel lie when you gulp one mouthful of poison (I don't know the exact amount, and I will never try, ever)? Ending up life in just a minute, how does it feel?

I have taken a very negative topic to discuss about today, for simple reasons. I had gone to Eranakulam yesterday, and I took the train for the purpose. At Chalakudy I heard that someone jumped in front of the train, and was taken away in plastic bags. To realize that some one actually jumped under the train I was travelling was not good news to hear.

But think about the other side. Why did he kill himself? I tried a small analysis, and got across some answers. One is that he must have got bored of life. Well then, he has done the best thing, because this world is not for lazybones like him or any others.

The other reason must be that he must have lost all options in life? But seriously, does options ever end in life? People thought my options were dead, but look at me now, I am doing really fine? On the comparison basis I may not be compared to any of my school or college mates, but I can assure you that am far more happier than anyone else, all because I chose something for myself, and it was my decision and I decided to FIGHT for it. So....I can clearly say that if it was for this lame reason, he didn't try enough.

One other reason may be that the society may have ill treated him. Now this was something I had gone trough until I learned to stand up. And it is the same for every individual in life. Ill treatment never means physical or sexual torture, for it is mostly the mental torture that is painful. The society is to be blamed in our country for such actions of an individual, but seriously the man could have stood up for himself.

A better liable reason that I thought of was that, if the man is an aged man, he must have been a burden to his children one way or the other, so decided to end up his life to let them live happily, or to not see himself being thrown away by his son, or maybe he has been thrown away.....what the??? This kind of shit happens only in movies and if this had happened in real life, then he is the worst man I ever saw.

Other reasons include teenage misjudgments, love failures, family disputes, failure in some activities and so on. Statistically speaking, India is the country with most number of suicides, and frankly, three can be termed guilty in the process. One happens to be the society, who are very much orthodox and expect others to move as how they want, but won't do it for themselves. Second will be family, and I can say that not all families have a good thought for each other among themselves (most because that is the message they get through television after 7 every night). And thirdly, the individual, who can not face the reality, and can not live his dream and thus gets fed up of his life. But to be frank, the ultimate blame is for the doer than the provokers in this case.

There are some cases when girls have no choice due to reasons we all know, and for men in very certain cases, but these attribute to a lesser statistics. Everyone has got one life, which they can live in many ways, and leave only through giving up. The ultimate choice of life is in the hand of the individual, so keeping it in mind I would like everyone to say one small thing. "I shall never encourage self-murder. I shall help the one is distress if he is close to me. I shall dishearten someone is distraught. And above all, I shall close my eyes towards the society and open my inner eyes to hear the soul truth from myself alone."

This is just a simple thought from my side. Please share your ideas and views on the topic.

Who are winners?

When I look back at some instances, I couldn’t help but wonder how worse was many of my decisions, and what is going on with me. I had been against my friends from school for around 6 years, and was quite defying at college too. But 6 years in my life was not just useful in all sense, but I also could see why I had gone through such instances in the short period of 6 years.

They say you have to grow old to be a man of wisdom. Obviously, this is a false statement obtained from the elderly people who do not want the youngsters to think above the white haired men (The way I see it, the thought exists only in India and not in developed places.) The elderly men say that one has to gain education, get certificates, get a job, get a married, make money, and such.

Am not saying that this is a falsified statement, but one has to admit that this is a blinded statement exerted by the men who have not seen much of the world. They have only lived long enough around the area they grew up or travelled. To know true wisdom, one has to talk to a mountaineer, a dancer, or leading businessmen. Why? Because they are leaders of their lives.

I was once mentioned about a person who works at theatres in Bangalore. He is presently 45, and was a gold medal winner from IIT and IIM (45 years old, so imagine the time when he got the medals. This is a time when engineering was a far away post that could be obtained by rich kids). He worked, and he earned loads, and he was quite unhappy. The moment he left the job and entered the theatres, his sadness grew down to a small fact, “Why didn’t I do this earlier?” Now he is happy; he earns less, but is happy.

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara is a movie that has to be watched by the youth of present times, who are scared to make decisions. In it says a quote “Why waste your today for an unexpected tomorrow?” People say that you have to make money and then go behind your dream. But the trouble is will there be a tomorrow to get onto our dream?

Edison had to undergo lots of spankings and ill words, until he proved himself worthy by creating a revolution, during the time when people thought inventions were not worth it. Einstein was called a fool. Newton was a donkey as per his father. Chaplin was a tramp. Shakespeare was so poor that he had to leave school and work at a horse pen. Copernicus was made to agree that the earth was the centre of the universe. And Robert Frost had to travel across the sea to be seen by the world.

But if we check history, these people are regarded the greatest in the universe, since they believed in what they could do and move forward. Then comes a prominent question asked by many of my fellow mates. “Come on! You are talking about Shakespeare and Edison. Are you any one of them?” The answer is simple. “No, I am not for I am a different individual. But if you’re considering their level of work, you have to remember that they were born just like me, and they faced many consequences in life, just like any one of us.”

Where did they make the difference that makes them apart from everyone else? A simple decision about shutting the ears to the mind, giving only the logical thoughts to the mind and listening purely to the heart made the difference for them. And thus legends were born, because a legend can never be made. Taking the history of heroes from all around the world, you will the power of will and dreams that guided each and everyone one of them, starting from the man who invented fire to Mark Zuckerberg who invented facebook.

Dreaming a dream is an easy task, but living it takes courage and a determined mind to face the world. And only those had been successful in life. So the way I see it, the essential point we all have to accept is to “Listen to the heart, and live your dream”.

So if any elderly says about their age and experience, just tell them that Buddha was only 30 when he guided half of the world to light.

God bless you all dreamers.

P.S. I had been a day dreamer for six years. I had been an active dreamer for just around 2 months. But that has made the difference in me.

Road to Irinjalakuda

Now when I am typing this, let me tell you people something. This is not a new post. This is something that had been at this area for quite long time, for around 9 years. I know this road since this is the road I have taken the most. But yes, the sign boards here are new.

This is the road that connects Christ College to Irinjalakuda Bus Stand, and for around the span of 50 meters, the gutters lie in the worst form ever seen. And I know how old these gutters are. Well, they are older than me for sure. This road had had these crates (which are much worse than the ones on moon) for so long and yet the authorities have not taken a single step for it.

What is so special about this road? Well, this is the road taken by almost all the buses that start from Thrissur, Nellayi, Kodakara, Chalakudy and more places that I can not state here. The danger is simple, that when a vehicle from the opposite appears, one has to go through these trenches, which, unfortunately, is quite deeper than the local ponds themselves.

Yes, there are crates near the Thrissur KSRTC bus stand. There are worse places in various parts of the state. But this is under the authority of the Irinjalakuda Municipality. If they can not do anything, the Thrissur district collector should do something. If they can’t then there are people in the P.W.D, who require permissions from the money schemers who only know to fill their pockets and blame the opposition.

I have once written a long letter and posted it in my blog, but well, there seems to be no use. So as for now, all of you can enjoy what the local men have done. I admire what they have, for they can do nothing more than inform the respected authorities, who I heard have taken away these placards and promised them of a better road soon. Well, Mr. Respected authority, we have been hearing false statements for quite long time, so screw yourself. If you can not do it, let us know, for we can do it. Just don’t be the dog who doesn’t eat and doesn’t let the cow eat.

Just another outburst from another helpless Indian. Ignore, or respond.

Somethng that occurred within.....

Today when I went to see my friend, I was happy. It had been long since I had seen her. I also wanted to see her grandmother who was ill, and it’s been long since I had been with her family. It was always great to be with people who lived their lives rather make others live their own.

Having some chitchats with them, at one point my friend mentioned about one of my schoolmates, and said, “Did you know that he got placed?” At once I felt like, “What the…! I mean…Wow! Isn’t that great news?”

Now let me tell you about myself. I have got 23 arrears, and haven’t even thought about clearing them. In short, I am only a high school graduate, and haven’t passed out of college. So obviously, when I heard the news, it was burning in me.

And she continued, “And ********* has also been placed.”
“He too?”
“And so is ******.”
“She too?”"And ******* got married"
"I am still single!"
"So what? Should she stop herself from getting married? And ***** is going for higher studies."

And she mentioned a dozen people. Now here is the part about jealousy. You may be really happy for your friends, but if they got a step ahead of you, and unless you are really great friends with them, you will be a lot more jealous, at least five more steps ahead than being happy for them.

Indeed, I was happy, but extremely jealous. And I can say that frankly, because even if I may be offered a position for the devil, I am never a saint. I had known half of what she had said, but hearing it altogether was not quite easy. And I was comparing myself with them, and suddenly she shot out, “Why do you have to compare yourself with them? The problem with you is that you are bothered most about you being involved in and about others.”

And that was where my bulb shined. Yes, that’s true! All my life I had been concentrated over comparing myself with others, that I had failed to recognize my own beauty. Now it doesn’t matter where they are, because they made a choice, and they are there. Now this is my party of life, I have made a choice recently, so my task now is to shut my ears and move on towards my dream (you can call it destiny). They were good at what they did, and they are doing it now, now that is exactly what I had to do…stop lamenting, start thinking and continue working.

After leaving the place I was going back home on my bike. My bike is older than the rain, because even in that rain, it was hot. But it didn’t bother me. Thoughts had been ramming in me. So foolish I had been for quite long.

There was another part of the talk, which I wouldn’t like to write out loud, but the essence is all the same. I am not a great man; I have made my share of mistakes. And I do not see them like stars shining in font of me and telling me my wrongs and rights, my friends do the part of the stars. But the least I can say is that I do learn from them.

This note is a confession statement from me. I have ignored around 107 people in my life, hated them for reasons I have made in my own mind, and that was what the jealousy that rose in me pointed out. Errors and mistakes can be corrected only by the prepared mind, and preparing it is quite a task. It is never easy apologizing, so I rather not do that unless I get the power to do it.

So why I am posting it here? To show people that if they are going through such a phase in their life, trust me…it is way too normal because the problems of mind are mostly self-created. What you want to have is your choice. Jealousy, hatred, fear, love…all is but a choice that could be chosen. I chose the wrong one unknowingly. But at least now I realize it.

Don’t trust my words. I may turn back to my thoughts again; living with the wrong thoughts for 6 years is not an easy task to be killed in 6 minutes. It will take time. But when the time comes, I shall be able to say that I am pure. Until then, I shall be jealous, and I shall be working towards my dream. And once I am set with the right mind, I shall be able to go back to them and try to be one among them as it used to be years ago and at that point I shall be at the peak of my dream. Because it is always easier to travel across the peaceful ocean than the storming one.

A message for Kerala and India....

At once I had thought of typing a letter each to some of the political leaders, including the President and prime Minister of the state. The thought rose me in some time ago, and then as time passed, and as the government got changed in the state, I realized that there was no use for this action of mine, for no matter what I did or tried to do, the political scenario will all be the same

But I had to go out of the house, to see, hear, buy, sell and many other house hold and personal things, and the certain things had me bothering. So I thought, “Why not post it here where at least some people will read?” Because this is not just the thought of an individual, but a representative of the public. So here I go.

The first notice is for our beloved Chief Minister. The man who has proved to be one of the weak leaders we ever saw, and as many know, one of the best thieves too. It is by learning upon you that I learned that politics is purely business and robbery. I learned it from your actions over the management issues of catholic colleges and the Tsunami fund. And you have practiced well to blame others too. You are one of the worst leaders I have ever heard of.

Oh, don’t you grunt, Mr. Ex-Chief Minister! You were my favorite once, because you raised your voice for good (and gave us lot harthals). Thought you could make a change. But you got 5 years too, and what did you do? You became the first leader of the state who conducted a harthal. And you made lives miserable, and this time you got to blame the Central Government. The least you could do was bring out something good to the people, like making a rule to clean the roads or whatever. But you yourself are a spit shot. Have to admit, you are only good in complaining.

The ex-chief minister has got a friend, the man famous for his bullets in the suitcase. You have a big voice, but not a good mind. So scoot off. Communism was never busi9ness. Before 1950s, it was a about the well being of people. Not it is the well being of the communist people, and you brought that stand. It is high time you get lost.

Mr. Prime Minister! You are a great mathematician and economist, and a very good man. But I have to say, you are quite incompetent as a Prime Minister. I suggest you start working harder, because you are a good man, with the wrong ideas and mistakes you always commit. You have worked real hard in increasing the value of everything from fuels to medicines, and have managed to decrease the worth of Indian Money. You can do better than this. There is a lot profit that you people take, turning politics to business. Politics is not business, it is the idea of helping people. I guess you have seen only the business part because you are an economist. Please instead of working to glutton up your pockets, work for us, or at least allow us to work. One more mistake, and I, as others did, will despise you too.

And the saintly man of God! Get back to your ashrama stopping the fast and work for the people. Before talking about black money and telling that your money is white, I want you to donate at least half of it to the poor people around. Then you will earn my respect.

India is not a land a political or religious games. India is meant to be united. India is meant to be clean. India is meant to be the great country we have never experienced.

I have no other words to say, but there are something you top people can do. You can help clean the cities. You can help do the right things You can help reduce the price hike. You can help giving more employment opportunities. You can do anything.

The civilians too can do them, but then you will not let the middle class men rise up, will you? Change the attitude, so that we can also work without interruption, for the same country you are trying to destroy. Mark my words...Kalki will be reborn because of you people. Or maybe another Gandhi will arise to stop you discriminating acts.

This is the words from a simple Indian, who may respond once, for he is one among the many Indians you have ignored to see.

I got a problem

Well....I AM the problem, so let us consecrate that as one problem. The truth is...I am in deep trouble dealing with some assholes. And it isn't directly, mind you. It all started with one simple post of one asshole (sorry for the language, but can't help it), that was followed by many likes by many of that person's friends. And I had been putting posts and blogs for quite long time, and in the past two years I have only got 19 comments. So obviously I am jealous.

Is it simply jealousy? With any other person if it was, let me be truthful over the fact that I wouldn't be jealous, but this particular person has and a very big influence in molding me for 4 years, so the event was held special for me. This is not simply jealousy.

Then is that my only problem? No! I am nowadays getting a lot angrier than before. I simply shout at people, show the red face to all and above all, my screaming voice has increased. Ain't a good thing to say aloud, but I speak only the truth, even if it is embarrassing to me.

Is that the only two problems? No! I have got a bigger one. I am now in a part time profession (an enjoyment actually) and the people in there are actually pissing me by showing incompetence. And they are not helping me a bit.

Is that all? I guess there is a major one, which I would like to declare out loud, and which will be the soul reason why I will be posting this on my Facebook wall and nowhere else, because in Facebook, people got time only for girls, and I can particularly assure that girls won’t read this post, especially one person. And the major trouble??? I am in love! Crap, right? I mean....I am not meant to expect a starry shine over me with the words love in it, from any girl, forget this, but I just can't help it, and it is killing me. I know that no girl will love me for obvious reasons, and this one will never do so (except if she turns blind and deaf and mute! I should get married to a meat-bag).

She can't love me, and she has proclaimed that out loud, but the heart is a crazy stuff. You know your own defects, and you still expect a shine to come from the other side. You know you can do anything for her, and yet when in front of her, you are a fool. And when there are better people around you, your mind says, "Move out! There is a better chance with a Emma Watson than here." and you still stare at her, and go numb. It's the same with me, and with my reputation, it helps well.

I have to get out of the sick feeling. To know that you won't get someone and yet pray for that someone is a sick thing to do. It is like trying to churn the ocean (so far only the Gods and Demons combined could do that).

So my troubles? Jealousy, short temper, love...and oh...yes! I am alone, but that's ok compared to other facts, and I won't alone for long....probably. I just want to state out here that I would do anything to prove to her that I love her. I would do anything to make her happy for the rest of her life (except completing B Tech), to love her less than our children (pep-talk, but I mean it), and to die only after she does so that I can make sure she dies with a smile with me near her. What more should a man promise. But well....This is my post, and she, nor anyone, will read this.

Then why I am typing it, you may ask? Simply because words had been my friends in my lonely times. I am alone now, and I would like to speak about these feelings, and clearly no one is helpful enough. So....here I am. I am not expecting her to wave her hand and say, "I love you too!" nor am I expecting this post to have more likes, or to have my temper decreased. But at least, by typing this and posting this on the wall, I may feel better.

UGLY

Finally I completed my fifth novel, and I can turn to my full attention to my screenplay The War. I believe that more than the story, it is the character that I have perfected. With complete satisfaction, let me have an excerpt from the novel.

The morning light had not even broken into Los Angeles. And much late it would be then to reach the busiest hospital of the city, Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Centre. The nurses and the doctors worked overtime no matter whether there was light outside or not, for their toes were meant to be numb working there. Presbyterian Hospital was the best in its own way.

Vehicles were lesser in number, and there was much less number of vehicles moving in and out of the hospital. Silence was broken by the chirp of morning birds, but none could be seen in the darkness.

All of a sudden the silence was broken by the siren of an ambulance, which stormed in through the main gates and headed to the casualty. As it stopped, two men, one driver and another who probably had hiked the ride from the start, jumped and screamed, “Emergency! We have an emergency.”

Nurses ran out, and two attendees followed them holding a stretcher. The back door of the ambulance was opened and they got in, and all of a sudden the smell of blood and meat caught their senses.

The nurses waited out with their equipments to be used. And the wounded man was taken out, and all of a sudden, one of the nurses screamed and fainted, while another yelled, “Oh my God! He looks ugly.”

Anyone would call it a junk of meat and nothing else. Bones could be seen, while blood covered him in whole. He didn’t move, and couldn’t even open his eyes or breathe. But he was alive, very much alive.

The darkness was cut by the sunlight, as he was being carried away to the emergency room. The confusion remained on whether to wait or start, as he remained on the moving stretcher, pain and blood everywhere.

For a moment he opened his eyes, and saw the brightening light outside, and he smiled and closed his eyes, not to open again.

My best friend's wedding

It was her great day, while I was getting tensed. The reason was simple, the fear of losing her. Of course I knew her man, he was and is a great guy, and no doubt he will be a great man here after, with her by his side there is not a chance for him to dirty up. But still the negative side of my heart kept telling me that I am going to lose my best friend.

I didn’t know what I had to do. I watched her carefully, alone as usual. Many others were around her, and I was like, "God! This is gonna end today." Her happiness was all everyone else saw, I saw my fear. She was my walking stick, guiding me along the right path. Now the stick is going to be broken, said my twisted mind.

Finally I crept up to both of them, who smiled like they saw an angel, I felt great then. He hugged me, she held my hand, and I told them, "Have a great life ahead, dudes! You are gonna have a blast. And whenever you need me, ring me up."
I felt no remorse there after. All it needed was a smile. The negative side of heart didn't have anything more to say to me thereafter. I was feeling better. The individual's mind is the sole reason for the rise and fall of him/her. My negative side died away when I saw them happy, and I realized that no matter where they were, I would always be their number one choice. All I have to do is keep up with who I am.

But then when I was left alone again, I was thinking, "Maybe this whole wedding thing is a scam! What is the purpose of a wedding? Why should two individuals who want to be together get married with all this huff and puff?" I got the answer when I saw them again. They were smiling, tired and yet happily smiling.

I bid good bye to them after spending a great deal of time with them, and here I am typing it up in my blog. The whole thing has got into my head in a beautiful manner that I will never forget. Now another major wedding ahead will be of my second best friend, 5 years from now, soon later will be of the third. Then…hopefully will be my turn, am not quite sure about it.

Until then, I would like to wish them a very happy and loveable married life. May all the joys and gains be with them, and may they have all the blissful moments. And I pray, my Lord, that I have all my life to serve them as a truthful friend, helping them throughout.

The death of Vinu

This one is my drama script that I just finished. I believe it is my best so far. Please comment after reading this excerpt.

Vinu watches them walk out clutching
the files. The sound of the door opening and closing is heard. Vinu looks back at Sruthy,
who doesn’t look at him, but instead, looks away, angrily. Anger rages in his eyes. He
suddenly storms to her and slaps her hard on the face, and she falls on the floor. He picks
her up by her arm and raises her on her feet.
Vinu: You miserable bitch! How dare you speak to me like that?
Sruthy: You were hurt by the little words I told you? You hurt my whole family, threw
them to disgrace.
Vinu: You still blame for what I did to you?
Sruthy: No! I was just reminding you how wrong you were then, and how wrong you are
now.
Vinu: (Leaves her) I was never wrong. You had always been my love. You never saw it.
Sruthy: Spit out all you want. I care the least.
Vinu: I care not to let you know. (Looks out) I have to go. My world waits outside. I have
to gain more heights, and I rather leave now than speak to you more.
He tries to kiss her on the cheek, but she moves back with disgust. Angered, he slaps her
again and she falls down. He then storms out, and she is left there alone, scared, with
tears in her eyes.

Mamta....another soul on road.....

And yet another dies today. A lady in her youth, in the midst of her excitement, had to give up her own life on the road. Thoughts over road accidents hovered in my mind, while I was thinking about her.

She must have been 21, or 22, I don't know. I personally don't know her either. What stunned me was the way the news was spread, starting from a normal hit off the road, to the absence of her pulse, to the rumor that she may die, that finally became true.

Her name was Mamta, and they say she isn't a Muslim. Who cares on that now? News says she was trying to overtake our own bus, and on the process she saw another vehicle come to her. Panicked she tried to slow down and move to the side, when the bus hit her and made her fall. Her vehicle was fine, but she was hit on the head, and lost a lot blood. Rumors include her losing a part of her face, and losing a pulse.

On the first place, why did she try to overtake the bus on a road which is considerably small? Why did she slow down on the process? Why didn't she wear a helmet?

Think of her family. At 7 she was woken up by her mother, by 8 she finished her chores to reach the table where her mother would make delicious breakfast. She would bid goodbye to her brother and rode of her Activa. And her mother expects to hear from her again only in the evening. Today, but, the time table changes. Her father will be back from work earlier, to be greeted by rears. Her mother will not cease her tears. Her brother will refuse to eat for long.

Tomorrow it will just be another day for others, they will wake up late, curse the clock, eat measly, go to college, flirt around, go back carelessly on the bikes given to then. Today is just another day, which will pass on as many to come yet. But this moment is to think on how think better.

I dedicate this article to all drivers, students, parents, brothers, sisters, friends and most of all, Mamtha, 2nd year, MCA, Vidya Academy of Science and Technology, Thrissur.

Justice denied to Aruna Shanbhag???

Recently in the news came the story of Aruna Shanbhag, and the Supreme Court verdict dealing with it. Definitely the court had proved several times that it was inhumane and the worst ever to be found among all the judicial systems. But letting away the criminals is a crime less considered. Here is the story of justice denied to a helpless woman.
Aruna Shanbhag was a pretty lady in the year 1973. She was attacked by the man named Walmiki while she was changing clothes in the hospital basement. He choked her with a dog chain causing the cut off oxygen supply to her brain resulting in partial brain death and corneal damage. Later she was anal raped and left to die. Later on Walmiki was caught and charged with robbery and attempted murder, but was sentenced only for robbery. He was to be sentenced for much more, but well, India is a country where many criminals have escaped.
What is the significance of this 38 year old tale? I am not interested in the escaped criminal, but in this lady, who is now old and in a vegetative state. She still lives, expecting death to show mercy on her. Death seems to wait for someone else to finish the task for him. And so was the plead for mercy killing given to the Supreme Court of India.
The pain was increased when the verdict came, when only partial euthanasia was allowed and nothing more. She was not allowed to be killed by any medicine, but only by leaving her to her fate, by not feeding her or giving her any medicine.
Now how cruel could the court get? Would they do the same for their loved ones? The question is simple, what makes them punish this lady in such a cruel manner. She lived as a practical vegetable for around 40 years, and the court says she isn’t allowed to die. This is the land where the murderer of Soumya still prevails. This is the land where Kasab will come out any second. This is the land where the destroyers of the Jumma Masjid still rules. Let all the criminals prevail, but why not show justice to a lady who simply wishes to either move a thumb, or die in an instant?
The Supreme Court itself has proved itself to be a vegetable, a rotten one that knows nothing of humanity and justice. It is high time voice be raised for a lady, who could have been our mother, sister or daughter.
Now I ask you, my friends. What is right? What should be given to Aruna? Justice, or injustice? What is your term on justice? What is your term on the verdict of our court? The questions are many, to the high authorities and to the simple peasants. The question is about performing the rights and wrongs.

Shornur train disaster

My last post was about mistakes committed due to unawareness over the situations. But recently we had come across a series of news, one of which had been shocking enough to shake the faith of mankind.
A lady, the backbone of a family was brutally murdered. As I have heard, first the person got into the train, got hold on her, pushed her out of the moving train, smashed her head on the train and then raped her. She died days later.
Points to be noted are crucial. One, that the man was handicapped, shows that trusts can not be attained even from people with lesser body parts. Two, people didn't respond. Yeah, they were scared of the one hand man.
What had happened here? In my words, nothing more than cruelty and selfishness has happened here. The man, who was once a part of the Mumbai gangsters, took full courage to destroy a lady in the cruelest manner ever heard in the history of mankind. What is further more shocking is the ill-response shown by her fellow travelers, who later said, "We couldn't do anything." They could at least push him away, or stop the train by simply pulling the chain.
The sense of rightness has disappeared from the people of this nation. No one is willing to help one another. I feel ashamed to call myself a man, for a man would never do such a cruelty to women. And yet, we have fully grown man, ready to do anything to get anything he wants. Such a man should be hanged by all means.
But then, what good will it do now? The girl is dead. The family is destroyed. The government offers money. Many will cry in front of the cameras. News to speak about for a week and then no one will even remember such a thing happened. Scandals which are new will always be born. People today like scandals more.
Justice has to be made. It is not by acting just for this lady. The inefficiency of Indian railways, security and even the Indian political scenario is clear after this. And so, it is hereby a necessity for the welfare, safety, goodness and progress of a better nation, that the government and people themselves should take strong steps ahead.
People can keep themselves safe and act well. People should learn that all are one.
The government should get more care ion the security systems for the transports; let it be train, plane or even bus.
People like this man should be hanged publicly, so that no other men raise their hand against a woman as such. Women are not bags of entertainments, but mothers, sisters, goddesses of the society.
Let us hold hands together for this lady. Let us raise our voice for justice. For what justice be made today will be for everyone tomorrow.

Where are we today?

It was not under my interest to see what was going on around. But many recent encounters that I had to see and hear made me go to the depth of this incompetent life lived by many, suffered and tolerated in all sense, for the one single word which’s meaning is not yet understood by many of the ones I see. They call it, just LOVE.
Love used to be a divine thing long ago. I still find love as an attractive thing, but what I am going to discuss here is not just my views, but what I have heard and seen all around. And once I account this, you may feel like these are stories heard. Let me tell you one thing. These are not stories. These are realities that happened.
The shocking part is the age group. It varies. It starts from the age of 12-18, and in colleges, goes ahead. The approach is the first step from boys, and sometimes girl, and then they call themselves in a relationship. Fine! Then they say they are in love. Fine again! Then they kiss! Can be avoided for no harm is done except for bad breath and farts. But next is the worst part and to think these are only kids.
There are many kinds in this form. But eventually they end in only one result. Not many relations reach there I say, but how many can be careful as they claim to be? And this carelessness is the factor that leads me to this little article. I am not allowed to state names so I just shall narrate the events, and rest can be assumed.
Even in news we hear how girls are being exploited. But the fact is that girls are being exploited for their ignorance over how they should see themselves, I would say. And boys, well, they would try to get anything for them to get in. Who is wrong is a question I rather ask and not answer. Sincerity is a factor died long ago.
Recently a boy in a school killed himself due to matters affecting his so called love life. And to think he was only 15 to think so deep as a Romeo. This was in news. Also was news about a girl who had gone out with a boy and came back with a swollen belly and many names to the result. She was only 14. What is to be done with such ladies and gentlemen?
The culture in America is kind of different, I know. They have got their own ways of handling sex and relationships. It is their matter. Good things and bad things happen everywhere. But today teenagers see more of bad and get anticipated and excited at the same time over them, with the eagerness to try more over the factor. This is what is referred to as incompetence of the kids.
Love has turned out to be an instrument for practicing sex and nothing less. Recently I met a teacher who mentioned about how students go wrong. The teacher said so about their miserable parents who cry out about their children, taking leave from class together, and go around. Some go behind the auditoriums, while some go to their houses with no one else in there. A camera and a bed, and everything are set for 20 minutes entertainment. The worst part, they are not the only ones to get the clips. Children who have been taken aback as such are many.
Recently in a school a few kids were found to be absent for a couple of days. But when the authorities enquired to their parents, they were shocked to gear that they would also dress up and go to school. The matter was stopped by having some police officers who solved the case. The girls would land at the bus stop where someone else would be waiting for them in a car, who would take them away. What was precious was already lost by then.
In Gujarat, a girl was killed for prostitution. But the fact remained that the one who was killed was actually raped by the ones who killed her. By when the truth was known, it was too late. And in London, a 13 year old became a father. In Pakistan, only the ladies are punished for prostitution, and so in many other Arab nations. Whatever has happened to “Only they who are not sinned shall throw the stone.”?
18 years for girls and 21 for boys was set by the government and the olden sages under the realization that it is at that time that sexual and physical developments come to a better stage for practice. But eagerness draws the children to a rather awkward state as how it is seen around.
Under-aged kids are forced to practice the illicit acts. Sometimes in the name of love, and some other times simply for pleasure. Numerous news and clips are available on such matters and yet everyone is eager to do the wrong alone. Like the wise men say, “Bad is tastier, while good is healthier.”
It is time that we wake up and come to the realization, before it gets too late in any case. Respect for women is to be regained. Childhood is to be returned for kids. Prostitution is to be checked under strict ideals. (I am not against prostitution, for it is actually something going on for many years which even has license. But if it goes off hands, like involving kidnaps and children, then it is serious.) Children have to undergo compulsory sex education and should consult proper psychiatrists to discuss their tensions, the present times being more complicated than earlier. And that’s all I got to say.
P.S. I ain’t into social works. But this is a serious matter of concern which I thought I would share. This is just the beginning though. Probably, next time I post something, it will be a story upon this. See you till then.

Manu's letters

This is my new short story. The idea was given by a dear freind Sajal. It had been a bit of work for me, and now that is complete, I have a small excerpt from it for you all.

Manoj walked around the corridor, tensed as usual. Dr. Saritha was inside Manu’s room, checking up on him as usual. Manoj’s tension rose up as usual. It was unlikely for him to take a leave, and so for him to be not tensed. And here he was tensed again, for no one else but his young brother.
Manoj was a thin man, he never ate much. He was tall, but not strong. His eyes had sunk inside and his lips were dry. He was 25, but looked older than that. He wore simple dress, yet elegant, which enabled him to even go to office at that instant. His house was big, with lot luxuries, only he never enjoyed any.
Hearing the door to Manu’s room open, he turned back, to see Saritha walk out. She closed the door behind her and saw him move forward towards her. As he stopped near her, she said, “I really think he should be taken to the hospital. For heaven’s sake…”
“He doesn’t want to go.”
“It is no more a patient’s choice, but of the doctor.”
“I will not act different from what he had asked me to do.”
Saritha looked away and said, “I don’t have anything to say. It is his choice.”
Manoj closed his eyes and asked, “What is the assurance that he will survive if I take him to you?” She looked back at him. He opened his eyes and continued, “It won’t change, so let us have it his way.”
Saritha didn’t smile. She simply said, “Now it is in your hands.” Manoj smiled and corrected her. “No! It is his choice.”
When she left he walked to Manu’s room and watched him. He was simply lying there, tired and still, but still young, just 24, and still looked the same in all ways.
He sat near him, and he opened his eyes to see his elder brother. Manoj looked at him and smiled. In a tired voice, Manu asked, “What did Saritha say?”
Manoj looked at him and replied, “She said everything is going to be fine.”
Manu smiled and said, “That girl really has a big ass and two nice pieces of boobs. Have you ever noticed that?”
“Shut up, Manu!” Manoj never liked the guy’s talk. Manu smiled more and said, “You know…you have missed a lot in your life, Manoj, really a lot.” Manoj didn’t have anything to say.
Manu’s smile vanished and said, “I have something for you.” He coughed a bit and slid to the other side of the bed. As Manoj was looking, Manu took out a piece of paper and said, “When I am gone, I want you to read it.”
“Why are you..?”
“Take it, Manoj.” That was an order. Manoj took it from him, as Manu continued, “And get out of here. Be back at 8. Do not read it until I am gone. And my words for you…I hate you.”
The words were indeed a shock for Manoj, but he didn’t know why he said that. Manu turned his head away and said, “Now go out and come back at 8. I have work to do.” And he said no more. Knowing how arrogant he could get, Manoj stood up and walked out of the room.
When he walked back to his room at 8 in the evening, Manu was not there to bid him goodbye.