girls….its time to wake up….

in India ,no more girls are safe….media reports show rape is increased in an  alarming rate….i now prefer to read them rarely or occasionally…just to avoid loosing my good mood…anyway i do not have the guts to  try a newspaper in the morning…!

a three year old…five year old…

in the bus….in workplace….  and most difficult to digest is, in their own home…..if a girl is not safe in her own  home where else she could be…..how horrible it is….

and many girls are now getting killed as a revenge for not accepting boy’s proposals….

im in a freezed mental state…. how to react or what change my response can bring, nothing…… so i prefer to write to myself…just to ventilate my emotions…the solution lies deeper in every individual…to become a responsible and caring person need a long time…a patient parent only can supply a good individual to the society…children should learn how to love others from their own parents…now a days it rarely happens…in fact parents quarrel each other most of the time when they see each other…more divorce…more broken families…no one tolerate ….not even a simple criticism…and for what those criticisms….?just to tell that one should change….one should be like another person…?one must understand one cannot change another,but oneself….one must learn how to accept another unconditionally…there are both positives and negatives in one…you have to accept both…..if not what your ‘love’ means…?

ohh…where am i going…?

i just want to tell my girls in india….

be more brave…and know whats the world and in what kind of society you are living…you must have your own attitude and personality….go to society and learn how to defend yourself…….

instead of science learn karate and get a black belt…

don’t miss a gym…

as India got an Olympics medal in boxing, government should give free training to girls in schools …let them learn how to punch a nose…!

climb trees and acquire more strength….

learn sky diving…swimming…..sporting..and have more experiences….

throwing a cricket ball may be a help sometimes..so play cricket….

instead of remaining in home go for martial arts training….training in martial arts will boost up your confidence…whenever you are unsafe you learn how to react….react when your personal space is breached…

go to beauty parlor to look less feminine …..dress like a man…….bobe your hair and be less attractive…..and make others feel that its dangerous to approach you …..!

learn drama and use it to suite occasions…

think about driving a truck or bus rather than a small car or bike…aim big…!

this is for grown up girls….i do not know about smaller ones….

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addicted to addictions…

we all are addicted to one thing or another. drugs,alcohol or smoking can easily noticeable.but there are many addictions,harder to identify…… behavioral addictions…an overwhelming desire to engage in a particular behavior…lack of control over ones behavior……obsessive behavior…..compulsions….despite negative consequences…

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INTERNET addiction is one major issue one is not able to escape…FB ….twitter…blogs….googling…..

online purchase for some is an obsession never under tame….it hits your bank balance too…

think about pornography….all are getting addicted if once fall in to….talking about sex itself is obsession  for many, apart from internet , television,films and magazine concentrate on sex, just to get more viewers…people are addicted…

RELATIONSHIPS are addictions for almost everyone….friend….mom….papa…..husband…wife….child….lover…..anyone could be  ….without whom one feel life becomes miserable…or not even possible….i remember a word of God in this context… “anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me;anyone who loves his son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me”…Mathew 10:37

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TELEVISION is a major reason for conflict between family members….everyone is addicted to different programmes….some need serials  for a proper sleep….some to news….

WORK is an addiction for some.workaholics work  for hours and bring thoughts related to work to home and speak nothing except work !mostly wives are the victims…..

most of us addicted to one FOOD or another. do u have one….?hamburger….pizza….french fries….burgers….hot pies…pasties…kebabs…?

some cannot come out from the bed without a bed coffee….

smoking is sometimes associated with bowel movements…..

some need newspapers to start a day……

some are ‘bookaholics’…forget bathing and cooking…..

some dress are considered to bring in good fortune….

mobile phones…..while walking….eating….drinking….driving….working…..even in bathrooms……and of course while sleeping we ensure its there…..we assume that we are connected all the time…..we are afraid of the loneliness ..are we not..?

and the list is endless……just aware of your addictions…. and do not allow any of these to hurt us….they should not control us….we must be the BOSS ,controlling them…

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joe ,an unparallel friend

joe ,an unparallel friend.

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joe ,an unparallel friend

i was born 1 month after joe.our parents were different….

we were neighbors.we grew together,joined play school together.there was a strong bond we shared, a bond no one could break.we were like one than two individuals.we together went and we together made absents.fever for him means fever for me too.we never allowed anyone to question our togetherness!

we were two unmanageable kids for our parents…but if we both were alone no one needed for us.never we sat in that wooden horse,alone in that play school..although there was only space for one to sit in the horse we were adamant and never allowed  the teacher to place us alone in that horse.all other activities we did together…we couldn’t imagine a day without another.

from the school we came back home to play again in mud ….creating much nuisance to our parents

we wandered together in areas no one might have the courage to …climbed up small hills….intruded into deeply wooded areas of  bushy forests…feeling vulnerable ,enjoying the nature’s beauty…plucking tiny fruits from the plants and tasting….jumping in to the small streams and swimming….running to the paddy field and grabbing the grains ….climbing mango trees and consuming tender mangoes…..playing with mud….cooking rice and vegetables from leaves and mud…..!going to the sweet shop with the stolen coins….walking long distance aimlessly chewing the sweets…..sharing (foolish) dreams….thinking those dreams to come true one day….sharing stories….stories our parents told us…

he brought me special sweets from home ….often…

without him my life would not  have completed…his friendship was so meaningful to me…he was so nice to me….i was most comfortable in his presence…..

i always yearned for his presence…it was a secure world…a world without worries….only happiness and joy…

the only one who loved my anger was joe…he said jokingly. he will be made to ashes if i look him angrily……all my anger vanishes on his comments…he tolerated me….

i never saw him in a negative mood….he was always calm and quite…

he has dark grey  eyes ….and glossy red lips …

when  we joined different schools…. we spend time together in home in the evenings telling stories from the school…we sat under that banyan tree for hours with no one in the vicinity…….unlike other males he was not an egoist….he accepted me unconditionally….

was it romance…?i do not know….only thing i remember is i loved him looking at my eyes…i loved him holding my hands….smiling at me…helping me to climb a tree … i was in a paradise…when he was with me…

my deep intense fervor for him never faded although  i was shifted to the hostel for my graduation…..

we   moved   in two directions in life ….

we lost touch…somewhere…..

from time to time memories hold me back…

… i love those memories of you…..no one in my life ever loved me like you….i delight to sit in your shade…you were an unparallel friend for me….we were not two …we were one……

‘my dove in the cleft of of the rock,

in the hiding places on the mountainside,

show me your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely….

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no body realize…

no body realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
Albert camus

some people are workaholic to prove to oneself that he is normal….nothing in his life matters except work…..

if work is going smooth life does…

if struggling in work ,life is suicidal…

for them work is God…!

 

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kochi ,biennale,kerala

I’m sharing my experiences of Kochi, biennale recently concluded..enjoy !ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImage

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mom,you must be serious

a mom is the most loved one in the world….

how much a child admires her mom..its beyond words,yet most of the moms ignore to recognize this…

my mom too..for me first person in my life was my mom…when i was a child…

i loved her and took her as my God…

for anything and everything i went to her,asked her whats right and whats wrong…she never gave me an answer…she asked me to do what i like …i was a  bit confused….. yet i took decisions, a decision which would not hurt my mom….

her treatment for me was right..my conscience developed and i grew to a person who never want to hurt others…i could take independent decisions in my life…

but yet there was something terribly wrong between us when i reached adolescence..she vehemently opposed me for everything…i even preferred not to go home from the college in the evening…but i had no other options…i went home very late ..she scolded me many time..i never bothered…

because my mom did to me something no mom ever do…

i was the topper in the school competing a boy in my class most of the time…i wanted to stable that position….but when i was 13, then started mom ignoring me and scolding me ,sitting with my books…it seemed she doesn’t want me to study..since i was a girl she wanted  me to help her in household chores …which i hated ..thus  started  the  war…

my sister inspired mom to oppose me,since i was good at studies, she felt jealousy for me….

all was tragic in my life …a deep conflict in my inner self  mentally devastated me….i no more could read , even looking at my books was irritating….i fell mentally ill…i could not perform well in my education later on….i hated myself and everything….i hated my life….

my mom never know what she did to me…

i forgave her..i love her so much …

if no one love you ,one should love oneself since you are the beloved of God…he never abandon you…i didn’t realize it then , but now, when i started a new life, with my little girl…

i don’t want to repeat history….!

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