You Have The Power To Design Your Own Destiny And Life

As our old family member always said “ We are the master of our fate”. ” I agree that Life is a Do-It Yourself project”.  If we want to live a certain kind of life, we have to be proactive so we can consciously create life as we would like to. We must first mentally visualize and then physically create what we want. We can do this by having a clear vision and developing strong intentions. Your life is your gift, how you appreciate it and use it is entirely up to you. Generally we the teenagers always get tired after being unsuccessful in any kind of work we want to do perfectly. Then suddenly started to blame our luck and destiny. But the real fact is that we don’t pay much focus to the basic things which are responsible for the failure. So in short I would like to attract the attention to the Life Design Elements which can really help us to design our destiny the way in which we want it to be-

Your life is a big, beautiful blooming flower with numerous specially decorated petals making up your unique experience.

Your lessons are your personal learning and growth opportunities.

Your values provide direction and guidance for important life decisions.

Your vision is your overall blueprint for the kind of life you want to lead.

Your purpose is who you want to be and what you want to share with others.

Your passions are the things you love.

Your life’s work are the on-going personal and professional projects that you complete.

Your goals are mini-steps that help support your work, purpose, and vision.

Your roles are the parts you play along your journey.

Your supports are the people, places , and things that give you a sense of balance.

Your path is the way you choose to create your life by conscious choices you make during your journey.

You must find your path and bravely follow it wherever it leads…

We must have patience and focus more on the fact that make us life and destiny exactly the way in which we want.

Pranay Tripathi

pranaytripathi10@gmail.com

Sir Padampat Singhania University

The Path

Who are we? What are the things that we really needed to become happy? What is ahead for us in life? These are some of the questions that may arrive in your mind.So,what are the answers to these questions.I believe that the answers comes from inside, what we really need in life. Once you find that thing then you will find different ways to get on it.Now the big question arrives that which will be the appropriate way for you to achieve your goal. Because it is only the path which can makes a difference.

Life gives us two choices- a right path and a wrong path , it is up to us that which path we choose. In the right path,many hurdles,difficulties,will come in your way it is up to you whether you get afraid of it or uses that hurdles to make your way easy. It is up to you in which way that you look at your problems. And in the wrong way, everything will see much easier than any other way,It seems like we have develop a shortcut to success. But it is a short time happiness,in the long run it is only the truth who is going to live forever.In the right path,may there is no one who will support you and instead of it many people will try to cut you down from your path. But don’t stop make your own decisions and turn them right.Whatever we did in our life,Whether good or bad will definitely going to affect us in the future. So,think once again while choosing your path because if are gone in a particular way then there is no turn from that way.Then it is only the path which is going to make your destiny.

                                                                                                                   

                                       Chirag Mehrotra

chirag.mehrotra94@gmail.com

Sir Padampat Singhania University,Udaipur

                                                                                                                                                                     

WOMEN EMPOWERMENT — A Step Closer

A lot has been said on how men should respect women exhibit a better behaviour.

Here are some examples:

(1) Men should not perceive women as sex-objects.
(2) Men should realize that women are at par with them about their talent and ability and sometimes ahead too.
(3) Men have to respect boundaries and make sure their words do not make a women feel uneasy or awkward.
(4) Men have to respect women’s choices like what they wear, where they would like to go; to an extent of what time would they consider apt.
(5) Men should give proper and equal opportunities to women.

Yes, we men have to learn. However, the stubborn Indian male-ego is a tough nut to crack. But in all this well deserved male-bashing, I hope the women do not  forget about the set of changes required, on themselves. Yes, they need to do some introspection too.

Hence, today I shall try the unimaginable! Being a man, I will give women-folk some serious advice! I realize before writing any further, that this alone could be reason for a woman to have me smashed into pieces!

Anyways, I am a bold guy and so here I go!

SIX things, I feel women need to change about themselves to make this world a better place to live in ->

First.

The artificial behaviour of women needs to end. A common female characteristic is the quick adaptation to feed male egos and their requirements. Accepting any kind of assignment given to them, no matter how tough or impossible it is for them to do or rather I’d say, playing dumb to allow a man to feel superior are just a few occasions when you do your “thing”.

If you are doing a good job at work and your boss doesn’t value you, do give him a piece of your mind. I’d say even say quit. Talented, hard-working people are much in demand. So don’t worry much about your future after you quit from the job. Voice your opinion.

Second.

Do not ever feel stressed about having a dual responsibility of family and work. It is difficult, but it is not impossible. The trick is not to expect an A+ in every aspect of your life. You can’t pull off a hundred percent in every exam of life!

Three.

Women, you need to become more ambitious, anxious and energetic. All young Indians — men and women, should have zest. Perhaps the way the Indian society is structured, our women are not encouraged to be as ambitious as men. However, for their own sake and the nation’s sake at large, all Indian women must develop ambitions and keep a desire to do well and aspire to reach their greatest potential in life.  Many Indian women have done better than men in various fields. keep them as your inspiration and move towards your dreams.

Your success is what would make Indian men respect you more. Play your part well for that.

Four.

In addition to the above, you need to educate yourself, develop skills, figure out ways to be economically independent. So that the next time your husband tells you that you are a wife not good enough or not a good mother or daughter-in-law, you can hold your ground with pride.

Five.

Don’t get trapped in relationships. Relationships are important. Being a good mother, wife, sister, daughter, friend and lover are extremely important. But don’t get too tangled. You have another relationship too, with yourself. Don’t sacrifice so much that you forget about yourself. Not regularly, but just at times, be self-centered. It is only when a woman would be confident about herself,
would she be taken seriously.

Six.

The last and the most important thing is to put an end to the constant desire to judge other women. Women are hard on each other. The women I know taunt each other now and then. Take for example, an overweight woman entering a room. Most women in the room would think,  ‘How fat is she! I am definitely slimmer than her!’

A girl in a short skirt makes other women think, ‘Slut!’ in their heads. A beautiful woman’s promotion makes other women wonder what she had been up to, to get the job, which they coveted too.

From an wrongly fitting dress to a badly prepared dish, you are so ready to judge other women, despite knowing how even you aren’t an expert!

I realize, as a woman, it is tough to survive in a male dominated world. Why be so hard on each other? So don’t get competitive with other women. Someone would make a better scrapbook for her school project than you! Another would lose more weight then you ever could! But, why would you worry that much? Just try to give your best and be confident enough about your work.

Concluding my rambling, I would like to quote a line from the movie Batman Begins, ‘It’s not who YOU are underneath, it’s what YOU do that defines YOU…’

So be yourself and focus on your deeds. Your deeds are the greatest route  for you to achieve real value and win the respect of this  society of which you are worth!

May you see, what I intend to say.

Take a deep breathe! Tell yourself you are beautiful, do your best and live a peaceful life.  

Cherish Womanhood!!!

Shubham Dixit

SPSU, Udaipur

 

The Talia Tale–Pain that inspires

“I have two cancers in my body at once,” Talia says. “Well preleukemia; which is a start of leukemia in my bone marrow. There are not really any treatments for it.  It is very rare to have neuroblastoma and leukemia at the same time.”

A 13- year old cancer patient, Talia Joy Castellano, who inspired the complete world with her video blogs about her, finally lost her battle of life. Her heartbreaking yet inspiring blogs taught us many things. To smile even with deepest pain in heart, to inspire even with the sufferings, to live even with the realization that the end is not far away.

Talia, battling with cancer from the past 7 years, lost her battle and departed on the morning of 16 July, 2013. The YouTube star continued to make videos for her fans throughout her battle, and inspired her adoring fans through her Instagram and Twitter accounts. The young You Tuber was made most famous by appearing on Ellen DeGeneres‘talk show ‘The Ellen DeGeneres Show’, and then being made an honorary Cover Girl by Ellen. In one of her videos, Talia explained,

“Having cancer has been a gift yet a horrible, horrible, terrifying thing. But I’ve gotten so many benefits from it…Having a YouTube channel and having to inspire people, and having people look up to me and explaining to you guys how I love and adore makeup, using it as my wig and having so much self-confidence to go out to the grocery store without a wig… it’s just amazing.”

Talia passed away after coming down with a fever, and she needed a platelet transfusion. The past six months have been especially difficult for her and her family, and they spent most of their time in the hospital. Fans have been following her progress through the Facebook page Angels for Talia, which is run by her family. After her tragic death, her family posted this statement on the page:

“It is with a heavy heart that we share with all of you that Talia has earned her wings at 11:22am. Please lift her beautiful soul, her beautiful light to heaven and please send your love and prayers to her family during this most difficult time. God speed little one, may you be free from pain and suffering, may your soul feel the light and love that you brought to so many of us on this Earth during the short time you were her with us. We will miss you more than you will ever know baby girl.”

Neuroblastoma, a cancer usually originating in the adrenal glands and developing from nerve tissue is the most common type of cancer in infants, but can also rarely occur in older children.  Leukemia is a cancer of the blood or bone marrow and causes almost one-third of all cancer deaths in children and adolescents younger than 15 years.

“Basically there aren’t a lot options for treatment anymore,” Talia tells her viewers in the video.  “The docs gave me to option of doing treatment or don’t do the treatment and just live life for the time remaining.  Having cancer has been an amazing yet horrible journey, yet every journey has an end.”

Talia says that according to doctors without treatment she has a couple months to up to a year left to live. She is considering a bone marrow transplant though the procedure would be very tough on her body because of the multiple previous surgeries she has endured.

“I’m going to decide on whether or not I want to do the bone marrow transplant, or whether or not I just don’t do it and the live the time I have remaining,” said Talia.  ”This isn’t fair to me anymore, I’m only 13. I shouldn’t have to be doing this.”

Talia’s YouTube bio reads:

I’m Talia, I’m 13 years old and I love makeup. “Make-up is My Wig” I like to say. And you can prob see I’m bald- I have cancer (neuroblastoma & leukemia). I don’t like wearing wigs so I wear makeup to feel good and pretty inside – and I guess outside. LOL!

Our prayers go out to Talia and her family and friends. May her soul rest  in peace…….  

                                                                                                                                         Setu Bhatnagar

setu.bhtngr@gmail.com

Simple steps to change your life

Start with a simple statement: what do you want to be?

Are you hoping to someday be a writer, a musician, a designer, a programmer, a polyglot, a carpenter, a manga artist, an entrepreneur, an expert at something?

How do you get there? Do you write your intention on a piece of paper, and put it in a bottle and launch it to sea, hoping it will manifest? No. The universe isn’t going to make this happen. You are.

Do you set yourself a big goal to complete by the end of the year, or in three months? Sure, but that doesn’t get the job done. In fact, if you think back on most examples in your life, setting big long-term goals probably doesn’t work very often. How many times has this strategy been successful?

I’m going to lay down the law here, based on many many experiments I’ve done in the last 7 years: nothing will change unless you make a daily change.

I’ve tried weekly action steps, things that I do every other day, big bold monthly goals, lots of other permutations. None of them work except daily changes.

If you’re not willing to make it a daily change, you don’t really want to change your life in this way. You only like the idea of learning to draw/speak Japanese/play guitar/program in php/etc. You don’t really want to do it.

So make a daily change. Let’s dig into how it’s done!

How to Turn an Aspiration Into a Daily Change
Let’s name a few aspirations:

lose weight
write a book
stop procrastinating
fall in love
be happy
travel the world
drink more water
learn Spanish
save money
take more pictures
read more books
How do you turn those lofty ideas into daily changes? Think about what you could do every day that would make the change happen, or at least get you closer to the goal. Sometimes that’s not always easy, but let’s look at some ideas:

lose weight – start walking every day, for 10 minutes at first, then 15 after a week, then 20 … once you are walking for 30-40 minutes a day, make another change — drink water instead of soda.
write a book – write for 10 minutes a day.
stop procrastinating – I can already hear the ironic (and original!) jokes about how people will deal with procrastination later (har!). Anyway, a daily action: set a Most Important Task each morning, then work on it for 10 minutes before opening your browser/mobile device.
fall in love – go somewhere each day and meet/social with new people. Or do daily things that make you a fascinating person.
be happy – do something each day to make the world better, to help people.
travel the world – save money (see next item). Or start selling your stuff, so you can carry your belongings on a backpack and start hitchhiking.
save money – start cutting out smaller expenses. Start cooking and eating at home. Sell your car and bike/walk/take the train. Start looking for a smaller home. Do free stuff instead of buying things.
drink more water – drink water when you wake up, then every time you take a break (once an hour).
learn Spanish – study Spanish sentences in Anki and listen to Pimsleur tapes 10 minutes a day.
take more pictures – take pictures at lunch (but dear jeebus, not of your lunch) and post them to your blog.
read more books – read every morning and before you go to bed.
You get the idea. Not all of these are perfect ideas, but you could come up with something that works better for you. Point is, do it daily.

How to Implement Daily Changes
This method is fairly simple, and if you really implement it, nearly foolproof:

One Change at a Time. You can break this rule, but don’t be surprised if you fail. Do one change for a month before considering a second. Only add another change if you were successful at the first.
Start Small. OK, I’ve said this two bajillion times. No one ever does it, though. Start with 10 minutes or less. Five minutes is better if it’s a hard change. If you fail at that, drop it to 2 minutes.
Do it at the same time each day. OK, not literally at the same minute, like at 6:00 a.m., but after the same trigger in your daily routine — after you drink your first cup of coffee in the morning, after you arrive at work, after you get home, after you brush your teeth, shower, eat breakfast, wake up, eat lunch, turn on your computer, first see your wife each day.
Make a huge commitment to someone. Or multiple people. Make sure it’s someone whose opinion you respect. For example, I made a commitment to studying/coding PHP at least 10 minutes each day to my friend Tynan. I’ve made commitments to my wife, to other friends, to readers of this blog, to readers of a newspaper on Guam, to my kids, and more.
Be accountable. Taking my programming example with Tynan … each day I have to update a Google spreadsheet each day showing how many minutes I programmed/studied each day, and he can (and does) check that shared spreadsheet. The tool you use doesn’t matter — you can post to Facebook or Twitter, email someone, mark it on a calendar, report in person. Just make sure you’re accountable each day, not each month. And make sure the person is checking. If they don’t check on you, you need to find a new accountability partner or group.
Have consequences. The most important consequence for doing or not doing the daily habit is that if you don’t, the people will respect you less, and if you do, they’ll respect you more. If your accountability system isn’t set up this way, find another way to do it. You might need to change who you’re accountable to. But you can add other fun consequences: one friend made a promise to Facebook friends that he’d donate $50 to Mitt Romney’s campaign (this was last year) each time he didn’t follow through on a commitment. I’ve made a promise to eat whale sushi (I won’t fail, because eating a whale is repugnant to me, like eating a cow or a child). I’ve promised to sing a Japanese song in front of strangers if I failed. The consequences can also be positive — a big reward each week if you don’t miss a day, for example. Make the consequences bigger if you miss two straight days, and huge if you miss three.
Enjoy the change. If you don’t do this, you might as well find another change to make. If the daily action feels tedious and chore-like, then you are doing it wrong. Find a way to enjoy it, or you won’t stick to it long. Or find some other change you enjoy more.
That’s it. Seven pretty simple steps, and you’ve got a changed life. None of these steps is impossible — in fact, you can put them into action today.

Pranay Tripathi

pranaytripathi10@gmail.com

End of a beautiful phase!

End of a beautiful phase!
(if you are a lazy duck then its not meant for you. And if you like to read then CARRRY ON!)
(Lengthy hai aur Senti hai )
Sahi batau to buri haalat hai .. Its not about me .. Its about the phase from which I gone through. Engineering – A learning journey. Every engineer can feel such emotions on the last day of his studies. Tonight (11/3/2013) is my official last night in my hostel/university. Feeling like crying because as look back I find many people backing me. When I first came to the university I was kinda geek( not a perfect geek or you can call as it a keetabi keeda). My father always encouraged for good studies as he is not much educated. For him I entered into the science department. I can’t say that I was forced to select science. It was my choice also. University was like a new world for me. Ragging ka darr .. parents se alag hostel me rahna .. all this made me think whether I will survive or not. Finally got into the engineering wo bhi COMPUTER SCIENCE. My relatives were proud ke chalo humara ladka Engineer banega 😀
1st semester ke pahli hi raat ko seniors made an entry in my room – I will not call it as a ragging as it was not bullying. They just took general interview and engineering language INTRO!
they asked me to say swear words in my mother tongue – Punjabi. I did that coz gaaliya to 9th me hi seekh gaya tha 😛
Days passed , short attendance ka risk – New atmosphere with “PROFESSORS” around. College was like a monotonous life. Got year back after the 2nd semester. Many of the people don’t know about that coz I came over that so early just because of my parents and guidance of university’s Vice-president. That was very difficult time for me coz during that time I had 1st break up of my life. Parents backed me as they were having faith that I will bounce back strongly. Failure is always bitter. Came to college again, after six long awaited months. New room – new room mate. A different one. Playboy bolunga to usay bura to nahi lagega but respect to deni padegi 😛
Entered a new class with new people around and old friends by my side. Meanwhile Counter-Strike was the best stress reliever. Had great fun being with new friends. For the first time tried alcohol. In 2nd semester (repeat) just a night before the practical exams 😀
Semester ended – met new people out there .. then came the best semester of all time – semester 4. The winters and it was like .. whoop .. Section B and sab ke sab launde .. except a gal 😛 wo bechari 27 ladko ke beech fas gayi .. but with the time she got adjusted and aaj tak wo section B me hi hai 😀
5th semester taka ate aate GPA got better 😛 .. 6th semester mei life turned upside down when my father got heart attack. Due to family pressure almost decided to leave engineering in between. Some friends helped me to concentrate and they guided me towards my goal – degree. Father said – go complete your studies. During that course I fell in love with a Jaipur based girl. I was like very much dedicated towards her. She was standing there with me during my bad times. Went to meet her. Loved her a lot and it was a vice-versa act 
Semester 7, Grades got more better .. and had some fear of getting closer to the end of student life. Passed it with an ease. Good marks. Totally diverted towards dad’s business. Business centric mind ho chukka tha tab tak. Then it came to the start of semester 8. The “wella” semester of all. 3 subjects. 3 days week for classes. Section changed. Made night outs. Due to some reasons broke up with that girl. Unfortunate. I loved that girl more than anyone else. She took my mind off. Boozed. My year’s team won the football tournament ( the most awaited win ). Danced like anything at college’s fest. Full on fun. That was the best DJ night till now 😀
And right now, I am just went for another flashback. It was wonderful. A wonderful College life one can have. Tried everything during my college life except Smoking and “Nasheele Padharth” 😀
Leaving college tomorrow and memories are still fresh. 1st crush in college. Hostel Cricket. IPL matches in hostel. Every single thing made it Mesmerizing !
I think should conclude it here coz am having some tears now. I loved that Jaipur based girl. And I still do. I just wish that she will stay happy forever.
I had very good friends. Par sab kamine hai. Bahut mazey lete hai par I will miss them. Joined this university with a single name SANDEEP ARORA and now leaving with – Sandy , Sandy paaji .. paaji .. praaji .. sardar .. senti sardar .. etc etc. 😀
wow .. what a journey I had.
Well That’s Not the end. It’s the start of a new life from now onwards. A life coming full of responsibilities with memories on my shoulder.
I Will Miss My University. I Will Miss My Hostel Life!

 

Sandeep Arora

https://www.facebook.com/sandeep.arora.148

Immortal Love

Start from a chill breeze resided early morning in the park, I see her walking from my left sight. She looks so self-controlled, meticulous, and yet beautiful. My outlook to her is ignored as she gave ‘not-interested’ expression. She is on her way to snub all eyes dropped on her. It was so-called ‘Love at first site for me‘ for the first ever time.  More from her research, I gathered information that she lives in my nearby and my mom knows her mom. Her name was ‘Sanjana’ as beautiful as her name. Some mutual friends told me that expecting to get her is hopeless. But I understood the kind of situation that is why unlike all, I don’t not gave her so intense gaze. Eventually, I somewhat talked to her after get introduced by the mom. We talked for a couple of minutes covering the general conversation. She is sober, worthy and respectful. But I saw the emptiness and sadness flooded in her eyes hiding behind her formal smile. Those occasional conversations go on boost up by the mutual topic we talk about. Our conversation verves daily and she also likes the way to make her laugh by my random tactful thoughts. The minute conversation turned up to hours. She was glad that I am only friend that chat to her. And my primary attempt to cloud a friendship bond rather than get into her. Cause I think, the bond of trust is sturdier the bond of love. Because of her, I graved my friendship with my entire bonkers friend. One her birthday, I gave her white rose and scribbles some words to describe her beauty. Her eyes explicitly told the real happiness.

I half-heartedly gather to tell my feelings to her with nervousness and anxiety. On that following day, when we met, I decided to take her out. “Yes” she said without flex between the hesitations! She emanate up in the cute dress picked for the occasion. Though gorgeous, I saw happiness in her expression and in eyes as well. Restaurant, Next to the seashore the place I picked to tell her my feeling was looking so faded beautiful while comparing with her. I told her my emotions saying

I love you since the day I saw you! For me, your my first love and last too

Hearing this, she plunged single drop from her eyes and her head tilted to hide her tears and it goes hidden behind the strands of her hair. She ultimately grabbed me in her arms signaling the answer as her emotional response. But on a sudden shock, she pushed me back and awfully crying left the place. I was so stunned with her momentum at the sudden change. My mouth widen up by her reaction. I shouted her name in an amplified sound interrogative “WHY?” About her action. She soaked her dry cheeks with the sleeves of her tee and walked away from my sight. After that, I directly go to her dwelling but her mom avoids me to talk to her by giving some illogical excuses.  That night, I wasn’t in a state of sleep but get stack of rejected calls and non-replied SMSes which have been send to her. She ignored me whenever we met. She was back to her “NOT-INTERESTED” expressions.

My in-lost days are shabby like my weirdly grown beard. I go numb when people talk to me and lost in the fragile memories slide show of the days when we’re together. One day, from our mutual friends, I heard the news that she was dead after fighting with some unknown cause. My world hammered the worst fortune over my heart. I was terribly crying over my condition. On next second, I go to her home asking to ruthless buzzing question in my mind.

Her mom welcomed me to come like my mom. Hugged me. Before I ask something to her, she goes inside a room and reverts back with a letter in her hands. She wept after deliver it to me and left me alone in my state of mind.

The letter says:

Hey! you my Mad boy!

I know you love me on the top layer of your heart. For me, I have the same feeling to you. Nobody can love you more than me. I am sorry to leave you there like a nerd at best moment of my life. I have my reason to leave you.  You know what; I was suffering from HIV AIDS from my years by a syringe. That’s why I don’t want anybody to come aside me. But you broke the borders of my heart. I was also fall in the love with you. But I am glad that I have gone through the most fabulous feeling of the world and with you. You’re always been there in my tears and in my joy. But I have my limit of not going physical with you. Coz’ you also knows that love is about soul not about body. I miss you endlessly. I would be gone when you read this. And we’ll meet after this existence. Sorry for hurting you the most!

Take care of yourself.

Yours only

Sanjana

 

I was almost dead after reading this but  I was happy that I got the definition of pure love. Love is a paramount over all. Live with those who loves you the fullest. respect the feelings so the people who loves you. 

Syed Khizar Ahmed

http://www.facebook.com/pages/PsyPher/232563046804710

http://www.facebook.com/khizzzy

UNHEARD RAPES – nobody hears their agonizing cries…

“Oye Casanova! You are deaf, or what? Your sweetie, Ishita is calling continuously on your mobile. Why aren’t you picking up the calls?” Rupak shrieked, rather in curiosity than irritation. 

“Dude! It’s time to close the chapter of Ishita, I had ample pleasure with her on the bed. Mann bhar gya yaar ab usse,” Tarun mentioned pompously, stretching his arms in smugness.

“It’s evident from the way, you are avoiding her calls since the last few days,” Rupak said and smiled.

“Yeah! Man, now it is Nivedita’s turn,” Tarun proclaimed proudly, as Rupak gave him a pat on his palm and exclaimed: “Hahaha…you are great man!” 

It’s rather a matter of concern than surprise, as that’s a very common scene prevailing in our so-called modern society. And it’s a bitter reality that a Tarun dwells somewhere in most of us.

Rapists slake their bodily desires without the consent of a girl and guys like Tarun quench their flame after being endowed with the trust of a girl. That’s the only difference between the rapists and guys like Tarun. Guys like Tarun keep on executing their discourteous intentions, audaciously and blithely, as there are no penances in our law for smashing one’s trust.

Firstly, such guys ensnare a girl’s trust by constructing a huge trap through their goody-goody words and false promises, and then they satisfy the vicious desires of inhumanity flaring inside them. They don’t rape them; they rape their trust, shatter their soul. After accomplishing their impudent feat, such guys seek a new prey for his seething desperation, but no one cares about the shattered girl. 

Most of the victims can never acquire the guts to share the reason of their immense grief with anyone. They silently weep doleful tears and keep on cursing themselves for being betrayed. Few of them learn from their mistake and somehow move on with repentance, few get completely devastated and few even commit suicide after being succumbed under the harrowing emotional trauma.

I would label such offences as “Unheard Rapes” because nobody hears their agonising cries…

No doubt fortification of severe laws against the molestation of women will help considerably, but for a genuine betterment of our society, we also need to morph our outlook towards women.

Happy Republic Day.

Prakash Kumar
IIIT ALLAHABAD
http://www.facebook.com/ThirtySixPlusOne

The Girl In The Metro Train

It was the chilly month of December. The date? 21st to be precise. I was to board the metro to meet up with my best friend in Purani Dilli. It was a quite normal exercise for me. Go to a station, get your ticket, security check and wait until the train arrives. Well, Delhi Metro is a world-class one. To ensure reliability and safety in train operations, it is equipped with the most modern communication and train control system. So I didn’t really had any complains if I had a to queue up in the long line for a ticket. A foreigner yammered about the language barriers and how he traveled the Indian subcontinent, of how he loved it in Goa, blah. . . blah. . .as if I was interested.

Anyway I managed to go downstairs at Rajiv Chauk and literally had to run to get inside. I settled near the gate on the either side, had a funny feeling of it getting jammed because I never saw it open. The setup seemed quite normal, the jam-packed bogies with a range of people and almost all of them were well dressed. Delhiites have a great sense of fashion, every one wants to look their best and does too, moreover Palika and Sarojini make life easy for young asses like us. I was as usual a numb personality with my eyes glued to my cellphone, refreshing pages of the articles I had written desperately waiting for a comment of appraisal. The world was normal so was I, until I saw her!!

She stood there almost ten steps away from me. She was standing with someone, probably a friend. It might sound more than over rated but she indeed was ‘The Most Beautiful Girl’ I had ever seen in my entire life. I shook myself just to reassure if I wasn’t dreaming or something. I adjusted the focal length of my eyes, she was cute. Yeah, I know guys state every girl as cute what’s new in it? But she was different…different from all the other cute girls that I had seen. Her face lit as if it was an early morning sunshine. Her eyes were sparkling as if about to cry or may be had the tears of happiness, with the kajal on, they just looked like a deep-sea which itself expressed infinite emotions. She was tall but not taller than me I thought, so we would not look awkward if together. I know it’s ridiculous to have future prospects with a girl you just saw…but you never know!

Everything happened in a fraction of seconds, the moment I saw her, till the moment I realized, I was going to ask her out or may be propose to her for marriage! It was the first time when those annoying announcements were not at all audible, I felt being in a movie when a guy sees a girl and everything blanks out and there is music in the background. And then….

She looked at me…despite of the shielding effect provided by the public…those beautiful eyes met my not-at-all-beautiful ones. I tried to maintain my composure, I felt weak, as if I had puffed a joint of marijuana. It was hard for me to believe, but yes, she looked at me. And every time when she did that, my heart skipped a beat or two. She was smiling and it made her look more angelic. We exchanged a few more smiles and eye-contacts until I realized that my destination was two stops away.

I felt like going up to her and strike a conversation, maybe ask her number or something so that we might meet someday over a coffee, the CCD ad, ‘a lot can happen over coffee’ raced through my mind making me quite excited for the days to come. I thought of dating her at almost all the go-able places for couples. I had planned all the gifts for Valentines Day, her birthday, our anniversary etc. I even named our kids…!! But, for a guy like me it seemed like solving a maths paper without a scientific calculator. I cursed myself for being a gynophobic. I tried to back myself up, “Come on you ass, she is just a girl…” But, while trying to pull myself further a second thought occurred to me “Dude she’s a girl, that too a beautiful one…look at yourself, you are so out of her league.” Hence fearing the public humiliation I postponed my intentions of talking to a girl to some other day or maybe some other life.

My stop came…and probably for the first time in my whole metro travelling history I wanted to travel more. I wanted to be with her but my thoughts changed as soon as the gate opened. I kept looking at her and literally did not watch my steps which made me almost trip on the platform. She laughed, so did I… we looked at each other until the moving train set us apart. She looked sad… I suddenly felt that I should have talked to her… or maybe not have stepped out until she did. I felt like a looser standing on the edge of the platform… If there is anything called love at the first sight…that was it. I closed my eyes to make myself remember of how she looked. Mesmerizing even in my memories… the cellphone ring brought me to reality.

“Where are you man?” inquired my friend. “Just coming in two mins…”

I left…

The girl from the metro train, if you are reading this…you might now know, I am the same guy who was looking at you that day…

Aditya Dubey
arocks3@gmail.com
http://adidube.blogspot.in/

Inclination

Why I am chosen
What is the reason
Is it God’s direction
Why I am chosen

I remember the days we were in relation
I remember the nights we were in connection
I remember the months we were in affection
I always remember the days we were in relation

Blue color of skies are gone
Colorless tears of love are shown
No effect at all born
Truly, blue color of skies are gone

Whether your words were just a fake
Whether they were only for your sake
Whether our story is not made
Whether your words were only a fake

Please don’t make me go
I want you to know
What I feel for you
This is not possible though
Please don’t make me go

You will be in my mind forever and ever
With the turning of the calendar
Days may bright after every September
But my life will always be a challenger
You will be on my mind forever and ever!!!

 Sneha Sarkar
Sir Padampat Singhania University

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