The day I died...

(P.S: The names and the story mentioned are fictional.The most cruel thing to ever happen to a girl...in this case, a girl named Seema..)

It was a wonderful morning! Exams were over...and vacations had begun...She felt soo relaxed, happy and a kind of joy that can't be expressed! After the "morning-routine",she sat on the sofa watching Tom & Jerry, her all time favorite show! :)

Just then, Rashmi called her...

"Seeeemmmmmaaaaa....arre bahar aa....hide-n-seek khelte hai!" (Seema, come out..we will play hide and seek.)

But, she wanted to watch T.V.!! Nevertheless, knowing she could never win an argument with Rashmi, she switched off the T.V. and went out...

And, the day was indeed beautiful...a day she wished would never end...She wanted to live this day, this moment forever!

Soon, the game started...Each one was trying to find a place where they couldn't be found easily...Seema hid in the long, thin lane that was at quite a distance from her building, along with Rashmi...And after a while, they heard footsteps coming towards them..They both couldn't stop giggling, however!

Rashmi said, "Arre baba hasa mat warna pakde jaayenge paagal ladki!" (Don't make me laugh or else we'll be caught crazy girl!)

To which, she giggled even more! The noises of footsteps

became more clear...and they realized it was shoes not some chappal...There was a sudden anxiety, fear building up within them...They began to sweat...They knew we were in some kind of danger and couldn't do anything as there wasn't a soul around....They raised their heads to see who it was...

Three men, tall, bulky were standing in front of them...giving a devil grin to each other....

"Right-waali ko utha", said one of them.

And suddenly Seema realized, it was her, he was talking about! And, before she could do anything she already being swayed in the air, and carried by one of the men...She could see Rashmi behind, running, yelling, pleading them to leave her..One of the men, hit her on the head and immediately she fell down unconscious...

Seema soon realized that she was being carried to the "Old man's house", a

garage which was no longer used and were all kids were forbidden to go...On opening the door, she saw two more men in front of her and heard one of them saying, "Aaj toh mazza aayega!" (Today will be fun!)

The guy who was carrying her, threw her on the floor...Her elbow scraped a bit...while she was wiping the blood that was oozing out, she was, all of a sudden, pushed behind with a jerk...after that what happened, still appears blurred to her...

All that she remembers now are her shouts, her plea...She remembers feeling the rough hands over her body and not liking it a bit...She remembers the pain, the blood...She remembers my clothes being ripped apart and their laughter, which still echoes in her ears...She remembers...BEING RAPED!!!

She was just 10 years old and was feasted by 5 beasts..

For? their 30 mins of pleasure...??

And the irony is that, the day she wished to live....forever....was the day she died...

Seema is just one of the many girls, who have become a victim of rape...after which they are forced into illegal and immoral activities such as prostitution, sex trade and many more...

Next time, you look at a prostitute and comment, "Oh! Look that is a prostitute..how low do people stoop to earn money!"

Just zip your mouth...'coz you don't even know the real reason for the life they chose...And if you want to know...

Watch this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BV5W6F4L5i8&feature=related

And decide for yourself...

It is when Man turns into an animal, that humanity loses its glory...Women are not MERE SEX OBJECTS...we have life..we have emotions...we are NOT brought into this world to "satisfy" someone...we cannot be "sold" for someone's personal pleasure...

And, this is where a struggle begins....a struggle of every girl in the world, to protect her dignity, honour and self-respect from human cannibals...every minute, every second...

Being a girl-2

(continued)

9th std., where we were being polished and gearing up for the next "important" year of our life..Glimpses of friends getting into "first-relationships." By now, even started developing a certain manner of talking and interacting, especially with friends of the opposite gender. It wasn't the usual "jumping hyper" response that were given out! It became more subtle. Being taught how to cook for the first time, lessons given by mum on how to behave when guests come at home. Dealing with problems on monthly basis.! These were changes that took place over a period of time, yet went unnoticed. After completing of 10th, whenever there were talks on what career to choose, I would always be advised on choosing something, that would be flexible so that I could adjust with new priorities, in future. Those priorities, whose name was also yet unknown. Sometimes, I wonder...will that "priority" also be getting similar advice or instead, would be encouraged on doing what he likes to do!

Forwarding a li'l more, the first time I travelled alone by public transport, the first day of junior college. Usually, there used to always be someone accompanying, but the day I first time took a train, I still remember, my dad's 45 mins advise on "HOW TO TRAVEL IN MUMBAI"...and that too for a mere 10mins journey!! Right from how to buy a ticket, to taking care of the belongings, I was told everything...and the conversation went on till I reached the college safe!!

But, the lesson wasn't over yet! I had just learnt how to buy a ticket, board and get down the train...the main lesson was yet to come! Over the days, I learnt about staying alert as to the kind of people around me, ignoring crooks who sat on the platform and whistled, turn away when any man looks at you, carrying chilli powder and pen-knife, just in case!

I also recollect the first time, we girl-friends went out....out of our locality, alone, for the first time! Convincing parents, interrogation about who and all are coming, giving contact details of ALL the girls in the group...huff!! And finally, after getting a "yes" calling up and asking "Mummy ne haa bola...accha tu kya pehenrahi hai?" (Mummy told yes, what are you wearing anyways!) :P ;) :D

Such incidents happen only once in life! I call them "First-time experiences!".

No, it isn't that parents don't care where we go after we have grown but the hidden anxiety and care all those calls were filled with, which were irritating then, I somehow miss them now!!

I end here, for now...but before that all you girls reading this, I hope you've realized how special you were and are, maybe not for your boyfriends, but definitely for that Dad, who stayed up at night and changed your diapers when your mum was tired and asleep, who listened to all your annoying poems, who carried you every evening, home, when you stretched your hands up! You are special for that Mom, who sees her reflection in you and plays the role of a ''hidden lover"....who's ultimate goal in life is to get you married off to a guy and see you settled in life! :)

You must know, you are special...you deserve to be!

P.S: I apologize to the guys, that they do not have much to read...but then too...I hope there was something you liked! :)

Till then, have fun!

Regards,

Rithika

Being a girl-1

It was one of those days in class, when the teacher was taking rounds to see how many students had brought their notebooks. (God alone knows, what struck him that day, to do so!) For the boys, it was a whack and for the girls, it was just a "don't do it again look". I was one amongst, the girls who did not have their book! And, just as we heard, the boy behind us shouting "Ouch!", one of my friends whispered-"Aren't we lucky to be a girl? Soo many advantages naa? for example this one!" The teacher was anyways on a "whacking session", so I let my mind wander off, and started wondering how is it actually to be a girl...!!

I rewind to the time of my birth, my dad would have been the most happiest person on planet earth! He wanted a girl, and there I was smiling, with huge eyes!! My dad till date, becomes emotional when he speaks about it, and believe me...you feel extremely happy that atleast someone is happy that you were born! As far as mum was concerned, I was her "doll" apparently! She used to love dressing me up...! I guess, this "make up-ing" habit, is hereditary in girls! (We usually, dont prefer to be the one, "making-up" though!)

I don't remember too much about my childhood...But I guess, all the above holds true for most the girls, no matter how old they grow, aint it?

Okay, fast forwarding a li'l more, I remember the first time I got a doll..though I wasn't too fond of pinky-toys, I had just one doll (not Barbie, for sure!) and a soft toy...which were my favorite...I din't need anything else....!!

Later, came the kitchen set...

And then few years later...something which still holds on to me...

I vividly remember those days...When I was about 7-9 years old...the "dupatta" that we used to wear, with salwaar-kameez became one of my most preferred and favorite "toy". I used to love wrapping it around me, sometimes like a saree, used to love it when it used to fly in the air (just like Bollywood films!!). I used to love it even more when it used to fall over my face, and then gently glide down...!!! :)

Then we entered secondary section. We had grown up...atleast from what we were...started using a PEN for the first time!! I know, it sounds silly, but I still remember the first day of 5th std., when used a blue gel pen for the first time...and it leaked...spoiling the entire FIRST PAGE of my new notebook!:(

6 and 7th std. too passed by and I don't even remember much of it.

8th std. bought about many changes....Physical, emotional and biological...First crush...Friendship with seniors...Partcipation in more events, than before! Formation of "girl gangs"....Getting to know people, who I did not know even existed! Birthday party's venue changed from home to McDonalds...!!!

First vibes of "As a grown-up girl, you should/should not..."

Those days, I never understood why...but later on....things changed!! even more than I expected and wanted 'em too...

(to be continued)

Nothing is complex!

I remember my first day of 11th standard, as a SCIENCE student! Just out of school, gearing up and all excited for a new start-College!! yippeeee!

The first sir enters the class.

Math Sir: Good morning students! I am going to take maths for you all.

Me (to myself): Aiyyoo!! No no! I hate math! It is difficult. 

That subject screwed up my 10th marks also. I hate it! I don't wanna start my 11th with it!! plllleeeeaassseee!!

Math Sir starts discussing the portion, paper pattern etc.! 

Me (to myself): Shit shit!! diz sux big time!! bborrrriinnnggg! I knew I wouldn't like it!

Mummmy!!!!

Math Sir: Okay, so now we start with the first topic of 11th std. (pauses).

Me:(Sigh!)

Math Sir: Complex numbers.

Me: Whhaaaattt!! "Complex numbers!" ...Is he kidding? Can't he start with something easy? We are beginners, not some pro!! Wtf! 

Math Sir starts the chapter and I am left with no other option but to remove a book and pen and start alongwith him! Duh!

I browse through the pages of the chapter and find some alphabets, some square-roots and loads of "exercises"...He starts with the introduction, moves on to formulae and then to sums! And, I sit there, all the while looking at him and remembering- Math is JUST NOT my cup of tea! 

Sir starts the chapter, I realize my cribbing isn't going to help...I would rather try to follow the concept and learn what is being taught.

The chapter starts, it gets over, days pass...I practice it at home as it was in the portion for my sems.

Exams are over. Results are out and I realize that I've done well, really well in Math! Especially, the section wid COMPLEX numbers in it! Infact, my maths score was better than all other subjects! No, I am not boasting about my "newly-acquired Math skills", I was juz projecting out the "attitude".

Doesn't it happen with all of us, sometime or the other? We often go by superficial view, and create impressions. About many things!

LIFE, too! I had a friend (who is still a friend, but not in touch!). Anything and everything that happend in class, good or bad, in her personal life, any problem, her attitude and approach was that- all the bad things in the world are fated for her! Her this approach used to, sometimes spoil all our moods!

Each coin has two sides.Agreed! That doesn't mean that you constantly have to emphasize on the negative side. 

Life isn't about being negative! It is a simple funda- Your life, you do what you like to do! At the age where you can't move your limbs, when you look back, you must not regret of the chances that you didn't take! Dying with a regret, is the worst punishment one can give himself! 

The reason why you shouldn't be negative is 'coz life isn't complex too! (Solving the chapter with regards to -ve numbers were difficult! trust me!)

When things are complex, you don't have a solution, that is when you get over-hyper and act pessimistic. But, when every problem in LIFE has a solution, tomorrow even if you fall in a mess, you WILL make a way out! Then why worry? Why not rather take risks and learn the lesson?!

And as far as results of "taking risks" and coming out successful are concerned, they are very sweet! very very sweet!

Our life isn't complex  because:

• At this stage, we don't have the responsibilty of raising a family(Bills, children, handling a house is more difficult than studies, for sure!).
  
• Our parents and friends are still with us.
  
• We do not need to worry about bills!
  
• We get all that we need. (I won't use the word "WANT")
  
• We don't need to "earn" money yet.
• The only things that are irritating are studies! And ironically, that is the only thing we got to do!
• Things HAVE changed, but not to an extent that they can't be mended.

With soo many positive points, I don't really find a reason to be pessimistic!

P.S.: This post is mainly for those students, who think like my "not-in-touch friend"!

And, all the parents or adults reading this, your lives are difficult, I know. But still, NOT complex!

Life is too short to wake up with regrets, everything happens for a reason! Forgive quickly! If there is a second chance, grab it. If it changes your life, let it! No one said life would be easy, but you can be assured that it would be worth it!

Nothing is complex, neither numbers, nor LIFE!

Infact, Math is now, one amongst my "liked" subjects! :)

Wishing y'all a very happy, fresh and awesome 2011! Enjoy!

Regards,

Rithika

Reverting into the past...

Often when we become very excited, we don't know how to react...

It was a simlilar situation, when I had been to my school after a long time!  
There soo many emotions "clouding" together! The next thing we did, was run back, 
to "OUR classroom"- where we had spent the last year of our
school life, the same old benches, blackboard! 
We just went to the benches were we used to sit and went back...went back to the time when we were

"kids"....went back to the times when we wore uniforms, plaited our hairs, went back to the 
time when we all were together... Literally together! :)

And as we recollected the incidents, I realized something.

Something that made me write this blog...

We all miss school...and that is something which one cannot deny! If not
miss, we at least compare our 'after-school life' to 'school-life', and in the
end it is always the latter one that wins!

School was hop-skip-jump for me! I never had to 'travel' to school! And
yet, used to always be late to school... I miss those late-remarks! I
remember vividly, how much we used to hate 

to tie those ribbons...usedto stuff them in our pockets and used to never tie them, unless a teacher
literally forced us to do so... I miss the things that I hated the most...the
bulky bags, pinafores, ties, canvas shoes (Wearing those socks and tying
the laces were a pain..esp. @ 7 in the morning!)

I miss all those periods that we bunked, not fearing about defaulters! P.E. periods were always fultoo time-pass...(Though I was never into sports, I
liked 'em coz they were always free!!) Nick-naming teachers, emptying water-bottles on each other a week or two before Holi, eating dabbas while lecture was going on! As girls, we used to always carry our "anywhere make-up kit"...
I miss putting kajal and asking "Spread nahi hua na?"

P.S: For us, without a mirror, all those were a feat to boast about! :P 
Playing red hands, fighting for window-seats! Phew! The list would never end!

I miss school because I miss being what I was, then!
When we cried people cared! We emoted...we spoke what we felt...and
whatever we did was genuine, from heart! No pretence...
We were with people, with whom we LIKED to be with... If our best
friends did something that we didn't like or hurt us, we told him/her, or
atleast cried/taunted, and that's it! We would then become batti!
Fights used to never last more than a day...because our world revolved around that batch of 65-70 students! We weren't into any other "relationships"...
We had no other "responsibilities".... All we had to worry was about the homework that was to be done! People got what they deserved, talents were always recognized and respected...
We didn't have to struggle 'proving' ourselves! 
Our parents never worried about their children getting into wrong company..
talking with boys wasn't a problem.

The fun we had never depended on the pocket money in our purse! 
We had nothing to even show-off! 
That was the time when we yelled to get out of school, and face the real world!

Today, when we have 'em all...we still feel something is amiss! I realized, as we grew, our egos also grew....and today we are at such a stage wherein we have become too complacent....
about maybe, everything!

Try making a list of WHAT MATTER TO YOU...and see wether there are more people in it, or things!

We have gone past the most special stage of life! Now the only way, to

keep it alive, other than memories, is by keeping the child in you alive! It is

okay to talk to yourself, trip and fall down,jump up and down when you are excited, having 
candy-bars and dropping them on your dress, rejoicing the first rain, running fast while crossing in traffic signals... 
So, next time you are bored and miss something, something that isn't yours anymore just go out, call out your buddies and do all those stuff you did as a kid!
Next time, when your friend ignores you or hurts you, tell it to him right on his face!
Maybe you might just save an old friendship from turning sour...

Express, it is no crime! We are humans after all! :)

Regards,

Rithika