http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jamesblunt/yourebeautiful.html
Monday, September 7, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Not all men are the same
I believe time for everything comes, a little unannounced and abrupt mostly. Same I think when issue of gender equality comes to mind; that its time is also coming, and more and more people are getting sensitised about the issue.
May be I am right as well in having this opinion, but some incidents push that hope on the back seat.
The post contains some explicitly offensive words so please excuse for them.
a. One fine day ajit was going to Delhi through a shared autorickshaw. As is usual, it was jam packed except for one seat on which a woman in her 40s, wearing a little dirty and old dress, apparently from a lower class came and sat. The space was less so her hips were squeezed between ajit and another man.
The man was already in disgust seeing that woman. And when out of necessity and no choice, the woman sat and pressed with the adjecentpassengers, the man said "ye g*nd lagaake baith gayi"... it was unbearable to the woman and she stood up and the sat on the floor of the already occupied autorickshaw. Ajit wanted to say the woman to not sit down and let the man tolerate whatever he has in mind. The man was succesful in displacing the woman from an equal status. And the woman, she accepted her situation, even if she had anger about theincident. She did not say a word to that man.
Ajit felt bad, but did not do anything because the woman would not come up and sit, he assumed.
b. Its a story of a region majorly containing middle class families, mostly associated and remaining in touch with their ancestral villages.
One night, rahman was having a party with his college friends and while returning from the party Venue, it got late and stretched to midnight. Rahman and his friends hired an auto to the college.
On the way, a woman in western dress appeared along with a man. The auto driver immediately exulted by saying "ye dekho sir chikni ch**t ja rahi hai"
It got rahman puzzled at what the driver meant and afterhe understood, wanted to slap the auto driver and abandon the ride.
These stories are,even if not true(but they're) baffling to imagine in a society which aspires for gender equality.
It is agreeable to consider the difference, only in some aspects, and that too not universally. But inspite of differences, why not be sensitive to a fellow person and let the environment be of all round peace and tolerance.
May be I am right as well in having this opinion, but some incidents push that hope on the back seat.
The post contains some explicitly offensive words so please excuse for them.
a. One fine day ajit was going to Delhi through a shared autorickshaw. As is usual, it was jam packed except for one seat on which a woman in her 40s, wearing a little dirty and old dress, apparently from a lower class came and sat. The space was less so her hips were squeezed between ajit and another man.
The man was already in disgust seeing that woman. And when out of necessity and no choice, the woman sat and pressed with the adjecentpassengers, the man said "ye g*nd lagaake baith gayi"... it was unbearable to the woman and she stood up and the sat on the floor of the already occupied autorickshaw. Ajit wanted to say the woman to not sit down and let the man tolerate whatever he has in mind. The man was succesful in displacing the woman from an equal status. And the woman, she accepted her situation, even if she had anger about theincident. She did not say a word to that man.
Ajit felt bad, but did not do anything because the woman would not come up and sit, he assumed.
b. Its a story of a region majorly containing middle class families, mostly associated and remaining in touch with their ancestral villages.
One night, rahman was having a party with his college friends and while returning from the party Venue, it got late and stretched to midnight. Rahman and his friends hired an auto to the college.
On the way, a woman in western dress appeared along with a man. The auto driver immediately exulted by saying "ye dekho sir chikni ch**t ja rahi hai"
It got rahman puzzled at what the driver meant and afterhe understood, wanted to slap the auto driver and abandon the ride.
These stories are,even if not true(but they're) baffling to imagine in a society which aspires for gender equality.
It is agreeable to consider the difference, only in some aspects, and that too not universally. But inspite of differences, why not be sensitive to a fellow person and let the environment be of all round peace and tolerance.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Dinanagar Incident
The basic highlights of the incident were like this:
1. Unidentified gunmen in army's uniform appeared out of no where and started shooting at a bus first, and then at a car, then went to a police station and started firing at the constables and inspector.
2. Pujab police rapidly came into action and surrounded the police station and was involved in fire exchange with the three gunmen(now deserving to be called terrorists) for 12 hours, till none of them was alive.
Story ended.
The government starts saying that the terrorists came from Pakistan's territory from Gurdaspur district in Punjab, crossing the Ravi river.
The statements, even with a substantial proof are not sufficient, as we have seen in Lakhvi case, for Pakistan to accept the accusations pointed by India. Even the trend of faking like army men has been observed in previous two-three terror attacks in Jammu and Kashmir. But that is still not a sufficient proof. Without an agreeable proof, an accusation will make the relations sour. This is what is actually happening. In sour mood, there will be more ceasefire violations, more blames and lesser chances of peace.
I believe India had a better chance to get the proof of whee the terrorists had come from, had the three not been killed, but tranquilized, which could have been a very easy task as they were in a compound heavily surrounded by police personnel. In the interrogation, everything could have been extracted from the fake army men.
The government is appreciating the work done single handedly by Punjab Police in neutralising the terrorists, but it is not a great achievement in my view, as the task is only half done, and the rest half will be done in a negative exponential trend, as all the recent issues with Pakistan have been observed to take shape, positive or negative. All that is required is a small infiltration by terrorists or the government raising Kashmir issue as the mandatory condition for any future progress.
I can't imagine that the idea of tranquilizer did not hit the government. There must be some greater reason for neutralizing the terrorists. Chances of having bomb with them was also there. But the risk was equal while aiming for their lives. In my opinion it (tranquilizing) would have been a better way to handle the situation.
1. Unidentified gunmen in army's uniform appeared out of no where and started shooting at a bus first, and then at a car, then went to a police station and started firing at the constables and inspector.
2. Pujab police rapidly came into action and surrounded the police station and was involved in fire exchange with the three gunmen(now deserving to be called terrorists) for 12 hours, till none of them was alive.
Story ended.
The statements, even with a substantial proof are not sufficient, as we have seen in Lakhvi case, for Pakistan to accept the accusations pointed by India. Even the trend of faking like army men has been observed in previous two-three terror attacks in Jammu and Kashmir. But that is still not a sufficient proof. Without an agreeable proof, an accusation will make the relations sour. This is what is actually happening. In sour mood, there will be more ceasefire violations, more blames and lesser chances of peace.
I believe India had a better chance to get the proof of whee the terrorists had come from, had the three not been killed, but tranquilized, which could have been a very easy task as they were in a compound heavily surrounded by police personnel. In the interrogation, everything could have been extracted from the fake army men.
The government is appreciating the work done single handedly by Punjab Police in neutralising the terrorists, but it is not a great achievement in my view, as the task is only half done, and the rest half will be done in a negative exponential trend, as all the recent issues with Pakistan have been observed to take shape, positive or negative. All that is required is a small infiltration by terrorists or the government raising Kashmir issue as the mandatory condition for any future progress.
I can't imagine that the idea of tranquilizer did not hit the government. There must be some greater reason for neutralizing the terrorists. Chances of having bomb with them was also there. But the risk was equal while aiming for their lives. In my opinion it (tranquilizing) would have been a better way to handle the situation.
Friday, July 31, 2015
Growing up
Bhanu had lost his fiance in a car accident a month ago. She was drunk when a stray dog appeared out of nowhere. She could not control the speeding car and rammed herself to a street side tree.
They were together for past 9 years and memories with each other had become a normal event for them. From going to busy mcdonalds to give a first treat to Samyukta, to watching a romantic movie at peace in their apartment, memories had become an inevitable part of their common lives, which they enjoyed with love. Very soon they were going to be married.
He had grown up with Samyukta. Together they grew up observing each other, becoming adolescents to adults. Bhanu's success in 12th boards would be rewarded with a treat by samyukta and her getting selected into AIIMS would result in Bhanu choosing Delhi University for graduation. They had visited almost all places in Delhi, spent great times in trips to Ladakh, Jaipur, Agra and many other nearby places. Europe was their target for post marriage trip.
She is no more in this world, leaving Bhanu alone. But Bhanu can's lose sight of her. He sees her in every restaurant sitting beside him, while talking with his clients, or dating a prospective bride his parents insist him to meet. "There in ccd, I gave her first lily. She cried as she knew I would never pluck and hurt a flower for anyone, but I did it for her.", "This place's ambience has changed since the last time. It was so much smelling that day. We had to leave the order and run!", "This girl has smile just like samyukta".
He would cry and choke his throat out, blaming no one but life for his loss. "What if I had gone there and did not allow her to drive ? My client was not that important.", "She could have booked a cab na", "It was me who gave her a drink the first time".
For some days, his parents would hug him and tell him that life has to go on, and even Samyukta would wish him to go on and grow up even more.
One day he had a dream of Samyukta. She was wearing a bridal dress, a red dupatta draped around her head. He was not sure if the form of Samyukta he was seeing was of a bride or of a woman on her deathbed. She was smiling nevertheless. He wished it was a bridal one. He wished to touch her, as this is what he wanted for so long, them getting married. The Hands wouldn't reach! She was not going away, but the hands would't get to her, even when she was so close to the eyes.
"I am waiting for you. Be safe, Bhanu.", he heard these words in his dream.
The next day, the pain of memories didn't disappear, but Bhanu was a little more composed. He realised that he has to grow up without Samyukta. He somehow got a belief that the dream was true, and that somewhere, Samyukta is waiting for him, a place where he too shall visit after dying, just like her. "She has just chosen to wait for me out there." He too chose to wait for her.
-------
I know that among us, there are many such Bhanus and many such Samyuktas. May their love never have to wait for their lifetimes.
He had grown up with Samyukta. Together they grew up observing each other, becoming adolescents to adults. Bhanu's success in 12th boards would be rewarded with a treat by samyukta and her getting selected into AIIMS would result in Bhanu choosing Delhi University for graduation. They had visited almost all places in Delhi, spent great times in trips to Ladakh, Jaipur, Agra and many other nearby places. Europe was their target for post marriage trip.
She is no more in this world, leaving Bhanu alone. But Bhanu can's lose sight of her. He sees her in every restaurant sitting beside him, while talking with his clients, or dating a prospective bride his parents insist him to meet. "There in ccd, I gave her first lily. She cried as she knew I would never pluck and hurt a flower for anyone, but I did it for her.", "This place's ambience has changed since the last time. It was so much smelling that day. We had to leave the order and run!", "This girl has smile just like samyukta".
He would cry and choke his throat out, blaming no one but life for his loss. "What if I had gone there and did not allow her to drive ? My client was not that important.", "She could have booked a cab na", "It was me who gave her a drink the first time".
For some days, his parents would hug him and tell him that life has to go on, and even Samyukta would wish him to go on and grow up even more.
One day he had a dream of Samyukta. She was wearing a bridal dress, a red dupatta draped around her head. He was not sure if the form of Samyukta he was seeing was of a bride or of a woman on her deathbed. She was smiling nevertheless. He wished it was a bridal one. He wished to touch her, as this is what he wanted for so long, them getting married. The Hands wouldn't reach! She was not going away, but the hands would't get to her, even when she was so close to the eyes.
"I am waiting for you. Be safe, Bhanu.", he heard these words in his dream.
The next day, the pain of memories didn't disappear, but Bhanu was a little more composed. He realised that he has to grow up without Samyukta. He somehow got a belief that the dream was true, and that somewhere, Samyukta is waiting for him, a place where he too shall visit after dying, just like her. "She has just chosen to wait for me out there." He too chose to wait for her.
-------
I know that among us, there are many such Bhanus and many such Samyuktas. May their love never have to wait for their lifetimes.
Monday, July 13, 2015
School in the Same City!
I got a chance to visit one of the Govt. Girls Senior Secondary School in North - East District of Delhi (almost touching UP border). Before even landing at the school, a blur image was constructed in my mind. For instance, children seated in classes, teachers busy with the usual record maintenance work, some basic infrastructure (including table, chair, blackboard), and so on. However, my city gave me a shock. As I entered the premises of apparently the only 'bada school' (Sr. Sec) catering to a pretty large population of a semi - urban area.
Some much - visible observations:
- Only Class 10th and 12th were privileged enough to sit under a roof, rest of the classes (6, 7, 8, 9 and 11) were suppose to enjoy the sun after almost a week. Yes, after a week as it rained thus no school for last 4 -5 days.
- The arrangement was so temporary that at chhuti time (end of the day) girls picked up blackboard and dhari (woven sheet) and placed them in the store room (space utilized under the stair case).
- Some fortunate teachers occupied space under the trees, rest were left with two options either the corridor or sun basking.
- Teacher sat on a chair, 4 ft above children who placed themselves on Dharis. Even if the teacher was willing to teach her voice could hardly reach beyond the third row. It seemed as if the class ended after first - two rows as rest of the girls were either busy copying notes/homework or chatting.
- School offered different timings for different classes. Std. 6 - 8 (10am - 12:30pm), Std 9 - 11 (7am - 10am), only girls in Std 12 had classes from 7am - 12:30pm not to forget without any official break time.
- As the classes merged into each other, there was no distinction some girls took advantage and utilized their time catching up with friends in other classes, However, this act was just not acceptable by a teacher who went around hitting them. The Ultimate shocker of the day.
Probably all of the above is pretty much imaginable, But what really kept me thinking is...that this is the same city. Same city where nursery admissions in top notch schools become headlines, where even a small pat on back might risk a teachers job, same city where AC classrooms, swimming pool, smart boards are quintessential points for parents to decide and rate the school. Same city where in some schools speaking in Hindi leads to a fine. Same city where young minds opt for private teaching than teaching in a govt school. Same city where more the donation more it is considered a matter of pride.
One of those days, when you put your head back and retrospect for a while!
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Victory without war
I am a paraplegic. Oh did it make you sad ? Please don't be, because I just said half of my sentence. I am a paraplegic millionaire businesswoman who has just entered global markets by launching IPO of Jia Tech in Nasdaq.
And believe me when I say not a single step has been thorn free. Though the greatest pain was not when I stepped on thorn for the first time. It was greatest when I was pitied.
My legs gave way not because I wanted them to. I wanted them to take me faster to the goals staring at me. May be they gave up before me, or it was god's will when my legs got under a falling roof, or they sacrificed themselves for my life. In that case, I must be more thankful than complaining.
I must be lucky to be born on this age where locomotive disability is no hindrance to work, especially in a field like Information Tech, where only soft soul of hard machines have to be developed. It requires only brain and for some speed good to work with hands.
After having served in an giant MNC for close to 10 years, I thought of taking a plunge into entrepreneurial sea. There I got some of my best friends along with satisfying but tough challenges to be overcome. I also met my childhood friend Arshad there. He said he loved me since childhood. No one knows God's plans unless it comes in front of your eyes. I married him 10 years back and we together started a firm Jia Tech, naming after our baby. I don't know why it felt good naming it after our child.
These 10 years have been full of pride and success. I am still a paraplegic, but I have a partner who never let that appear in our togetherness. Some strangers do take note of that, but the professional doubts have eased out now, as the company has earned reputation now and it is now more than just me.
My grit and brain...and of course a higher power whom I call God, have been contributor to what I am now. I am sure the same is applicable to you too.
I am not going to lose these three valuable items in my life. And Arshad and Jia... well they are the ones who were pushing me to write a small article about me. Their presence has given me more strength than ever.
All the best dear reader! I know you can also do it.
This is Rakshandha Haveliwala, Founder CEO of Jia Tech, signing off.
---
P.S.- proud of Ms Ira Singhal
And believe me when I say not a single step has been thorn free. Though the greatest pain was not when I stepped on thorn for the first time. It was greatest when I was pitied.
My legs gave way not because I wanted them to. I wanted them to take me faster to the goals staring at me. May be they gave up before me, or it was god's will when my legs got under a falling roof, or they sacrificed themselves for my life. In that case, I must be more thankful than complaining.
I must be lucky to be born on this age where locomotive disability is no hindrance to work, especially in a field like Information Tech, where only soft soul of hard machines have to be developed. It requires only brain and for some speed good to work with hands.
After having served in an giant MNC for close to 10 years, I thought of taking a plunge into entrepreneurial sea. There I got some of my best friends along with satisfying but tough challenges to be overcome. I also met my childhood friend Arshad there. He said he loved me since childhood. No one knows God's plans unless it comes in front of your eyes. I married him 10 years back and we together started a firm Jia Tech, naming after our baby. I don't know why it felt good naming it after our child.
These 10 years have been full of pride and success. I am still a paraplegic, but I have a partner who never let that appear in our togetherness. Some strangers do take note of that, but the professional doubts have eased out now, as the company has earned reputation now and it is now more than just me.
My grit and brain...and of course a higher power whom I call God, have been contributor to what I am now. I am sure the same is applicable to you too.
I am not going to lose these three valuable items in my life. And Arshad and Jia... well they are the ones who were pushing me to write a small article about me. Their presence has given me more strength than ever.
All the best dear reader! I know you can also do it.
This is Rakshandha Haveliwala, Founder CEO of Jia Tech, signing off.
---
P.S.- proud of Ms Ira Singhal
Sunday, April 19, 2015
He said - She said
He said you are the queen of my heart
Your place shall never depart
You will live in one safe corner
With memories those shall charge me forever
She said you are leaving me alone
What if I wish to seldom grow
You have left an unseen mark
The traces of which are so very dark
He said be strong
My arms shall remain open, hidden from all
You were special all this while
But not enough to take that flight
She said I warned and warned since time
She ran hard and hard still was stuck in rime
Coldness of which could be felt by both
Others felt the warmth by this oath
Time was to bid farewell
As newness was touching with despair
The less spoken about the good times spent
Would save them both from the future dents
Subscribe to:
Posts
(
Atom
)