Unrelated and yet related to the photo.
Not that I can stop thinking. Not that I haven’t been wondering. Not that I would forget.
And then this photo came by.
My heart beat stopped for a micro mini second. It couldn’t have been any longer than that, possibly way lesser, yes.
Photo courtesy @candidclick on Instagram
Even today I open the laptop and see ‘the’ photo sitting on the background. I may not have expressed but only I know what it means to me.
A photo so similar and yet not the same. Made me wonder, did the city look the same at every turn?
Scrambling through emails I tried searching for the location where the original photo belonged. My memory fails me and so does my Inbox now. It got to be somewhere though.
I cannot hear a word against nor for. Though yes, I want to know without the sources being involved.
Too many questions unanswered. I cannot shut off even if I want to.
That innocence, that purity, that belief is something I can never forget and something no one can compete with. I cannot be less sure about that.
I live with the hope to be forgiven and have a word before heading out to face the world. Nothing else would calm the storm inside me.
I like going out. Roaming around. Traveling. I’m not allowed much but I manage. I used to protest but with no luck.
I saw about the Delhi gang rape case the other day all over my twitter timeline. Being busy with work, I hardly caught a glimpse of it at that time. I was quite unaware about the details until now when I read the article. Read it on my Facebook newsfeed. Hope I have read the correct one. Because in such situations rumors spread easily. Very easily and convinently.
The incident has left me with no words. I stay in a place now which is safe to an extent. Murders, accidents, rapes, suicides. Name it and it all happens here maybe not in a high ratio but it is not splashed all over the media. Too much of media coverage for any incident is not good.
Offcourse the outrage caused is understandable. Acceptable. But not the fake stories associated with it. Get to know the truth. Stick to it. Your stories are not going to create wonders.
What surprises me is that so t such cases be happening more often and this is just one if them? You never know.
Why I really wrote this post is that I protest many a times to be let out like my brothers get to but parents never agree. And now I feel greatful. I don’t know that girl personally. But I could be in Delhi today. I could have been out today. I could have been the victim. Who knows? I just feel so thankful and grateful to my parents to have raised me in a restrictive manner.
Now I’m not saying the girl was wrong to have gone out. She wasn’t out for fun. She was out as it was part of her schedule. Correct me if I am wrong. I am just trying to correlate situations a d give my point if view.
The amount the girl is suffering is so not fair. The thought creeps me out. Sends chill down my spine.
I had read someone had tweeted that the men show no shame even being in front if the camera. I watched the movie Life of Pi today. And the only thing I can think of is what is the difference between those animals and these men?
Lying between the sheets
Holding her self tight
She had wet eyes
She didn’t know why
Too many thoughts cluttered in her head
She didn’t know for which to shed a tear
Taking deep breaths she closed her eyes
And fell asleep
While an angel whispered into her ears
Back from office and getting to watch TV. It’s been very long since i got to do so. I was actually bored of watching TV but now I can’t afford to switch on my laptop after watching the laptop screen blankly at office for 9 hours.
Coming to the point. I saw that the new TV show ‘Satyameva Jayate” was coming up. I had seen many tweets about it when it initially started (Read: Seen not read). Found it really irritating because somewhere i felt its because of the famous Bollywood actor Aamir Khan that the show was so talked about. I didn’t know why was it such a big deal. If i am right it is telecasted on Sunday morning or so and the first thing in the morning especially due to time difference i had to read tweets of that show. I refused to watch it before today.
The topic was on love marriages and around that. Quite ironical to my life. Nothing that I was against it just that i could never fit it in my life. I liked how it started with people sharing some of its gruelling experiences and interviews with some personalities. I was quite touched by the true life instances shared by people. India has gone so much ahead but they are still some people/societies, who refuse to broaden their thoughts and lifestyle. Killing the guy just because the girl ran away with him is so immature. There are other ways to talk it out. Its painful to go through the torchers and even more painful for the family to see their son tortured right in front of them. Also there was a khaap interviewed. Popularly known as a panchayat i would say, correct me if i am wrong. A very interesting fact was highlighted that they take decisions just to maintain the culture of India. They are not a part of the judiciary nor do they have any right as per the Indian Law but seeing the western culture they feel they should take certain decisions as they don’t find the Indian Government too helpful. I am so not supportive of that nor was Aamir Khan. This is where the dent comes to our society where everyone decides to take things in their hand rather than leaving it to the Government. If they aren’t given a chance, how do they prove themselves? We have a long way to go where our society is concerned but I am sure sometime will grow up.
Thanks to my twitteratis who somewhere made me watch this show. I just hope this TV show becomes a platform for a better India.