Give women the respect they deserve...

21st century, an era of modernism, an era of leaving previous prejudices and going into a society of equality of gender where there would be no difference between a girl and boy. But have we achieved it? I am not talking about the paper statistics. One can always fabricate them. I am not talking about the various high positions which many girls are holding at present. I am not talking about the different degrees that many girls are having. What I am talking about that have we really achieved an unbiased mentality towards girl? Have all the men had finally given them a position equivalent to them or have they started giving them the respect they deserve?

Well although I am a boy but still honestly saying I don’t think so we have yet achieved that state of modernity. We are still biased and we still thinks that if we are getting in a relation with a girl, no matter what relation it is, it is a girls duty to be flexible enough to maintain and sustain that relation. Now some pseudo western people may think that now parents are allowing girls to wear western short dresses, girls are roaming late nights outside the city, girls are leaving their cities and living in other cities alone for education and girls are making boyfriends are enough proof of India getting modern. But all this are superficial changes.

We still have the medieval mentality towards girl. They are constrained in the cobwebs of culture, relation, security and prejudices. They can’t do anything on their own. Every step or decision of a word had to be first passed through a unfair filter called “ log kya sochenge”. And after they are married only they are supposed to compromise with their career and dreams. They are supposed to burn their desires and wishes themselves to enlighten the future of family and to keep the family warm. It’s a double standard loop as when they become mother in law again they have to compromise for modernity with their daughter in law. In short, in each every phase of life a women is doing her moral duty and man are consuming and exploiting her.

I’m not saying to take their work in our hand but at least we can make them realize that we know their worth for us. We respect and realize what they have done for us and they have done it all with out any personal gain. Just say to your mom that food is brilliant today and see the smile on her face. Say to your sister that without her u feel very lonely and even her presence make you cheer up. Say to your daughter that she is the beautiful gift of god that is given to you. Say to your grand mother that she is like a banyan tree whose shelter and experience give us relief. One never needs stardom or limelight one just need proper realization of her selfless efforts.

A short poem on the change that a girl suffers after marriage….

जो कल उन्मुक्त बेखौफ़ चलती थी
आज अकेले खामोश बैठी है
कल तक जिसका अलग अस्तित्व था
अब दुसरो से पहचान ही उसका अस्तित्व होगा
कल तक जो हर जिम्मेदारी से बचती थी
मदमस्त उल्लासित हो चहकती थी
अब दूसरो की जिम्मेदारी संभालेगी
अपनी हँसी लुप्त कर दूसरो को सँवारेगी
दुल्हन के सुर्ख लाल जोड़े में
एक बंदनी की भाँति लग रही
फ़ेरो की पवित्र अग्नि में
उसकी ख्वाहिशे सुलग रहीं
सर पर जड़ित स्वर्ण टीका
उसके विषाद मे लग रहा फ़ीका
मस्तक पर सुशोभित चमकती बिंदी
उभरती लकीरों में गिरती संभलती
नाक में चमचमाती नथनी
बेधती उसके मासूम जज्बात
गुलाबो से लाल होंठ
सुख रहे अनजान भय से
गले मे इठलाते आभूषण
जकड़ते जीवन उसका हर क्षण
हाथों में रंगबिरंगी चूड़िया
सुहागिन की मनचाही हथकड़िया
कमर मे चमचमाती करधनी
अश्रुमिश्रित हँसी लिये बैठी बंधनी
पैरो मे छनकती पायल
दुल्हन पर सब कायल
पर उसके मन की न कोई टोह पाया
सामजिक बंधनो मे सबने मोह पाया
छोड़ रही वो बाबुल का आँगन
बिता जहाँ हर फ़ागुन हर सावन
अब घुघट के आड़े ढकी रहेगी
हर चाल हर आह हर खुशी हर हँसी
एक गांठ ने बांध दी
अनेको बंधनो की डोर
हलकी सिसकिया कौन सुनेगा
हर तरफ़ हर्षो उल्लास का शोर
बाबुल कर चले कन्यादान
बेटी को पराया धन मान
मंगल सूत्र भी बंध गया
चारो तरफ़ हो रहा मंगल गान
कल जो बस एक लड़की थी
आज बहु है, पत्नी है भाभी है
अधिकार उसे अब कुछ नही
बस जिम्मेदारियो कि चाभी है
इतने कष्ट सब रग दे चले
एक दिन ये भी साथ छोड़ जायेंगे
सफ़ेद भावशून्य असहाय उसे
तिरस्क्र्त बेइज्जत और कर जायेंगे।

Will they ever hang me ??...

He was standing leaned at a wall gazing the ground below blankly. He was denied new clothes by his father saying he didn’t have enough money to buy new cloth. Though he knew his family condition very well and his mature part knew that they were right but still the tempt of new cloth was what making him unstable and rebellious.

Suddenly out of no where a dark hooded figure appeared in front of him. Though he was afraid but momentarily transfixed by the sudden arrival of a strange thing he remained standstill at his place. The figure gazed at him and asked what he was doing here and why was he very unhappy. He replied coldly “I have no work to do and I have no money to buy anything new so I am cursing my destiny.” The figure smiled curtly “So do you want to achieve some thing big in life, I can help you”. He was confused yet some how he was finding a strange trust in that hooded figure which may be perhaps due to the frustration from his own family. He replied “why should I trust a stranger whom I have met few minutes ago and what sort of ‘big things ‘can I achieve ”

The hooded figured replied” Do you want to live in five star VIP luxuries like conditions? Do you want to come in the front page of every news paper and magazines? Do you want to be the highlight of every TV SHOW? Do you want to be the topic of every gossip in the world? I can make it happen for you”. He thought that he was talking with some loon or perhaps he was trying to make fun of him. He replied aggressively “how will you do that, r you god or something”. The stranger laughed this time broking the silence in the entire street then he said firmly” I am the prophet of god and I chose special people that are destined to serve god”.

He was now getting a slight hint to whom he was talking but he was not afraid now. He said “So you want me to tie a bomb on my ass and blast in crowd, kill my own people so that my dead body will enjoy luxuries”. The stranger replied “no you don’t have to kill your own people you have to kill your neighboring country people”. He was startled now and was shuddering in fear. With trembling voice he said “but I will be easily killed or will be hanged”.

The figure smiled now “well we are sending you to India, you would be a super star there. Politics there favor us unintentionally. More than 10 years have past but still they have not hanged afjal guru. Both opposition and leadership are enjoying doing their politics on him and even the president there is so busy. She can give awards to many. Can attend all the events but can’t decide whether afjal should be hanged or not.. Same thing will happen with you too. First you would be given a first class jail room with lots of facilities which you have even not dreamed. Then first special court, then the high court, then the Supreme Court then president. You would spend your entire life happily there and die a natural death before they will decide any thing permanent on your life. And some people who has found no work there known as human right activist will come and save you by saying you are a human and no one has right to kill you”.

He, Ajmal Kasab was now founding it logical yet he was afraid to kill any one so he asked again “but I have to kill innocent people”. The masked figure smiled and told him” you are doing it for betterment of those people. Those people are daily dying slowly by their own government. Look at the price rise there. Farmers don’t have money to plant, they are already burdened. Eatables are more costly due to large scale corruption and black marketing and all the tax those people are giving goes into the pocket of minister. So you are doing a divine work by making them free”.

Kasab just woke up in his cell after remembering all those events that happened after that conversation. He realized that he was finally enjoying those perks which he could have never get in Pakistan. He is being portrayed as a war hero and he would be never hanged. Kasab was smiling and he thought “will they ever hang me in this life “. He was wondering if new operating system is made on his name. “kasab” which never hangs.

ARJUN SINGH: RIP ( reservation in peace)

Tired of reading the news of reservation riots everywhere, I was thinking that soon there would be 100% reservation in this country in every field. 5% for bramhin, 5% for baniyas and all that and that 5% will also further subdivided into various sub castes else each caste and sub caste will be on the railway tracks and the poor one will suffer to go to toilet early in the days.

So when I was sleeping that day something strange happen. I saw a man, in fact it was not a man it was some thing divine, a spiritual thing wearing shining golden clothes and golden ornaments walking gloomy and approaching me. He introduced himself to me and I was startled. I was talking to the king of heaven ‘Indra’. For once I was afraid that I am dead suddenly I realized that it was the work of king yama to summon the souls of death. Indra always has a very bad impression on me and I was afraid had Indra also turned into GAY he could perhaps do lots of harm to me.

But he was very melancholy and frustrated. He asked to me “are you that boy who is also very frustrated by reservation thing and keep on writing anti reservations things again and again despite knowing that all such stuffs are in vain and no one bother to change this unfair system”. I nodded positively. He said “come with me I want to show you some thing”. Although I was bit afraid but I decided to give company to the king so that I could later make other people frighten that I have direct contacts with him.

We enter the heaven but there was nothing like it is mentioned but it was looking like any ordinary street full of flying pamphlets and posters. Some local gunda type people were addressing some time pass peoples there. I asked Indra “what the hell is happening here” …. He replied coldly “heaven turned into hell since the arrival of arjun singh” … “ ohhh” I exclaimed and suddenly my wits guided me to realize what is happening here. “Guess these politicians are now reforming and updating heaven to democracy too … is I right? “ I asked Indra trying to impress him by my analytical power. “Partially “Indra replied staring at one of the pamphlet.

After a small pause he gathered confidence and speak after swallowing “they want reservation in every post of the heaven and hell. Some cheap local dead politicians have joined forces with them. They have formed two parties one headed by arjun singh and another headed by VP singh”. I was utterly flabbergasted by the news but some how it was expected. As I move ahead I can see that all the others devtas were also fearing of losing their throne. Arjun Singh’s soul was on a stage sitting with apsaras and he was addressing the residents of heavens that the time has finally come that they should fight for their rights.

Later I came to know that there was a strike in hell so I went their. The king yama told me that these politicians are trying to merge hell and heaven into one nation so that demons and other people can also enjoy the company of apsaras and perks of swarga. They are saying that yamdut must give less punishment to the reserved class people as they have already suffered a lot in the earth by so called upper caste people. They should be fried for less time in hot boiling oil and the time must be compensated by boiling upper caste people for more time. All nails on their bed must be removed and should be joined to upper caste people bed to give them more pain.

Arjun singh and VP singh were both promising different position to different castes. Wing god must be a gurjur, Fire god must be a ST. They were planning to give position of ‘kamdev’ to a ‘mitha’ saying even transgender and gays need reservation. Indra’s position was to be rotated against various previous politicians so that they can all enjoy the power of chairs after their death.

Even some of them were advocating having reservation in apsaras too. So those who have less qualification in dancing may join the apsara sqad. The general people of heaven and hell were silent as usual as they know nothing gonna change. Even all the devtas had lost hope. All of these seem very amusing to me that they have not even left those politics after their death. Soon they would change the religious constitution. Perhaps the tridev , bramha Vishnu Mahesh would also be selected by election and their post would be rotated among different castes. Arjun Singh is not taking rest in peace (RIP) he is planning reservation in peace (RIP).

I woke very late that morning and found the TV announcer saying JAATs planning to intensify their protest for reservation. I smiled remembering my strange dream and thinking that in future surely every post would be reserved for a specific caste before death and after death.