Something to think about

हर खुशी है लोगों के दमन में, पर एक हँसी के लिए वक्त नही।
दिन रात दौड़ती दुनिया में, जिंदगी के लिए ही वक्त नही।
माँ की लोरी का एहसास तो है, पर माँ को माँ कहने का वक्त नही।
सारे रिश्तों को तो हम मार चुके, अब उन्हें दफ़नाने का भी वक्त नही।
सारे नाम मोबाइल में हैं, पर दोस्ती के लए वक्त नही।
गैरों की क्या बात करें, जब अपनों के लिए ही वक्त नही।
आंखों में है नींद बड़ी, पर सोने का वक्त नही।
दिल है ग़मौं से भरा हुआ, पर रोने का भी वक्त नही।
पैसों की दौड़ में ऐसे दौडे, की थकने का भी वक्त नही।
पराये एहसासों की क्या कद्र करें, जब अपने सपनो के लिए ही वक्त नही।
तू ही बता ऐ जिंदगी, इस जिंदगी का क्या होगा, की हर पल मरने वालों को, जीने के लिए भी वक्त नही…..

Something I stumbled upon on the net!

Life’s lessons

I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
I’ve learned that no matter how much people claim they will be there for you, in the end its just u against the world
I’ve learned you cant make people change the way they think about, all you can do is change the path so that u dont meet them
I’ve learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry,but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses.
I’ve learned that The best part of any relationship is the beginning.
I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I’ve learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others – they are more screwed up than you think.
I’ve learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.I’ve learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

I’ve learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.
I’ve learned that no matter how many friends you have, if you are their pillar you will feel lonely and lost at the times you need them most.
I’ve learned that When you are in a position to not be a nice person, that’s when you find out who you really are.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I’v earned that My views have evolved from childhood, but I haven’t changed my mind in a very dramatic way. I’ve always felt I was on the side of the angels.

I’ve learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I’ve learned that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I’ve learned that sometimes when my friends fight, I’m forced to choose sides even when I don’t want to.
I’ve learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you’re finished.
I’ve learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I’ve learned that I don’t suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.
I’ve learned that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains.
I’ve learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
I’ve learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I’ve learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
I’ve learned not to care, because caring makes you hurt.
I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learned that although the word “love” can have many different meanings, it loses value when overly used.
I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I’ve learned that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings and standing up for what you believe.

I’ve learned that sumtimes ignorance is d best way to handle a situation

And I’ve learned…..

Life in the past few months

I have have been having the most exhausting days of my life since March end. Exhausting, both physically and emotionally. After almost living in the hospital for around 10 days in March-April and then now again in May, has finally taken its toll on me. Going to the doctors, seeing my loved ones (my twin and my mother) in so much pain, is extremely painful. Thankfully, both of them are on their road to recovery, (*touchwood*), still there are times when i wonder why us, and that too so suddenly.
Having taken the round of hospitals and practically living there, i was invariably surrounded by some family, whos family member was suffering from some ghastly disease/problem. One such neighbour was a family where the father had just died, though not young but certainly not a die-able age. The mother was inconsolable and seeing her crying hysterically right next to me, moved me to tears. And surprisingly there were random people, who were just standing there and seeing the poor lady crying as if there was some show going on. Later on I found out that the mother became so ill that she too had to be admitted in Emergency. Imagine the plight of the kids.
At the second trip to another hospital for my sister, the room was shared by one more female, whose operation had gone haywire due to which she had to undergo the painful operation again. Its been three days since my sister’s discharge and the poor lady is still in the hospital. The whole nights she would spend crying in pain and cursing the doctors. No amount of consolation was acceptable by her either from the doctors or by her husband.

Death is inevitable, yet the process towards it should not be so painful. I saw so many aged people, struggling to breathe, struggling to live. It was so painful to see those frail bodies being struck with needles everywhere. How frail life is.

These few months I also realised the genuineness of my so-called friends. Almost all of them did not bother asking for my mother’s/sister’s health at any point. It was always their after thought. Never once did they bother to visit. Those who bothered are friends for life. Glad i realised this soon.
😦 Ending the note in not so cheerful note, will be back again when I am able to do write ‘cheerfully’ again.

Apologies to A and Nancy for not responding to their tags, hope you understand.
I guess I deserve an award for being the laziest blogger alive!! 🙂

Fathers as fiends
Bachi Karkaria

Daughters have a special bond with their doting dads. Mothers are left seething out of the equation, and later suitors suffer because they can never measure up to the first man in a girl’s life. This was the credo, reaffirmed by all of us who have glowed in this unabashedly biased relationship. The monster of Mira Road has shattered the idyll. It’s difficult to think of a worse betrayal.
The blood of every father’s daughter must run cold to read about the 21-year-old who had been continually raped for nine years. A father as perpetrator, a mother as accessory, and a so-called godman not only calling the shots, but pumping in his own dirty bullets as well. How many idols were smashed in that burgeoning outpost of Mumbai suburbia? Everything supposedly sacred was defiled. It’s difficult to think of a worse perversion.
Every daughter who has snuggled into her father, charmed him into submission, had him indulge her every whim to her own delight and her mother’s disapproval, must surely have followed this story in disbelief. For the past eight days, we have been subjected to chilling revelations. Just when we thought we had heard the worst, another report, another piece of testimony has reared its head to mock our cozy illusions.
The Mira Road incest is not an aberration. It happens everywhere, all the time, as routine as water cuts in summer. Too often, ‘family’ is not the benign unit of protective Mama-Papa and loving uncle-ji, but a whitewashed sepulchre of poisoned innocence. To the curios in the showcase add the skeletons in the closet. Alas, not dead, but jumping out to paw, grope and molest. On a regular basis.
The difference at Mira Road was only one of degree, motivation, and the fact that the pustule burst open. This happened only because it reached new depths. When her 15-year-old sister was also dragged into this pit, the long-suffering girl found the tremulous courage to inform her maternal uncle and grandmother. So, add one more dimension to this perverse roster. We must be thankful for the doubled evil because that’s what finally led to the end of the sordid tale. And for the small mercy that the girl’s court of appeal did not typically cite ‘family honour’ to slam the lid back on what was its demonic opposite.
Child sexual abuse by a family member, most often the father himself, extends from pavement to penthouse, leaving no economic, educational or ethnic group unstained. It sits there masked in normalcy, like porn covered in the innocent brown paper of a school exercise book, like a festively wrapped mithai box swarming with maggots inside. The statistics may be conjecture, but they certainly aren’t damning lies. An act of domestic sexual abuse occurs every seven minutes (compared to every three minutes for any type/venue of sexual violence).
In this depraved milieu, we must then be very grateful for the six minutes of security. And, we, who as children had considered our unmolested cocoon to be the unremarkable rule, must now fall on our knees for the blessing of exception. When the parental protector turns predator, every other violation pales by comparison, arguably even turns kosher.
The father raped his elder daughter for nine years and, inured, felt no shame in pulling the younger girl into the sex vortex. The mother emotionally blackmailed them into submitting not only to him, but also to the instigating tantric. To be fair, she threw herself into the hissing cauldron as well. The parents abandoned their most sublime duty for the sake of mere crass reward. The ‘godman’ had convinced them that this was the divinely ordained route to the father’s business success.
The silence of the lambs of Mira Road is deafening. But the current empty din of electoral invective is unlikely to pause and listen.

Courtsey- http://www.timesofindia.com