I put my hand there trying to feel, Yes it’s a part of me which is yet to reveal. Will it be a boy or it will be a girl, Thinking of this makes me fear. If it’s a girl, what will be her future? Will she be free or she will always live in fear? Oh my lord, look what is going on, In this unsafe country I don’t want my girl to born. Yes I wanted a girl cute, pretty and fun, But after seeing things here I am stun. Rapes, dowry, eve teasing, and molestation To these problems I see only one solution. Things will change only when men will change ...

I turned my head, saw the sky. It was as cool as it was years back. In spite of the incident, it remained unattached and calm. My process of thinking is little weird. When I play Holi, I think of colour and water. We mix colour into water, play as much we want. We think of the pleasure that we get from it. We think about ourselves, our clothes which takes plenty of water to clean. We never think of the coloured water that just got wasted. We don’t put it under treatment process to clean it but we clean ourselves. Water is a very important sou ...

  yet again, there it blares in the idiot box a news that scares nobody cares, but riot and spew grip the city again, anew. a horrible crime no bounds to which horror and gross poor or rich they feel the itch them corrupted minds to sever away all humane binds. day by day the outside reek of bad conscience, the prowlers seek to hunt the weak a lust to slake and give the wrong a righteous take. “She asked for it, that shameless wench frolicking with men, make her bench and carve a trench to her womanhood and teach, we shall a lesson f ...

It was the night of Holi in 2009. I was on night duty and was visiting hospitals and police stations to collect news as a reporter with a newspaper. It was 3 am. So the photojournalist and I decided to check on Bowring Hospital in Shivajinagar. There was no crowd or relatives gathered that night, not even a jeep with policemen. Looking at the deserted look, we thought no criminal or accident cases were referred to the hospital that night. Before leaving we casually asked the guard, if there was any case. He whispered, “There’s a rape.” We ...

The Delhi rape seemingly awoke something in the social media-friendly citizens, something that was hidden during the endless rapes committed before. They decided that they could not stand this anymore. Their conscience seemed to – unfortunately, understandably – speak up more for a girl who was so much like them, than for, say, a tribal girl into whose vagina and rectum policemen inserted stones. This connect was, as I said, understandable. She was a 23-year-old physiotherapy intern, hailing from a small family, and trying to support her fa ...

“You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation” (This was what I tweeted while attending the RING THE BELL event from IndiBlogger) Now think about this quote again and imagine for two minutes – a world without women, how does it feel? For me if I run my imaginations to live in a world without women then it would be one of the most boring places on planet to live in. Women the best creation of God!! Not only is just another human being but beautifies this world and our lives. “In our country, every 3 ...

“Once upon a time, there was a girl with youthful, innocent dreams…” Men today have an important responsibility looming over them. It is the act of humanizing themselves to society again. In our crazy joy ride of keeping up our charade of being a modern and well developed society we have become so all encompassing and accepting that we gladly open our arms to people without rational thought. With limitations on reasoning we watch our women toe the line and rub their noses raw in the hopes of maintaining that elusive balance for the perfec ...

The veil wet, fetching water from the village well, in summer, from the split in the Earth’s end. As the thirst surged, the rope snaked, the pot hitting the bottom of patience, deepened by generations of wait. At home the fire, lit from jungles of thorns and thistles, as parched as her marriage. Another militant joined the queue, the bangles trapping her wrists, vermillon parting her head into rival camps, sold to her captor, in the year the monsoons failed. At night she weaves dreams of furious rains, gushing tubewells, brown crackling logs, ...

A plethora of jokes erupted when Chris Gayle ,a prominent cricketer,playing the IPL, went berserk and hit a world record. They said, he’s raping the opponents with his batting.The other day I over heard someone at a coffee outlet saying ‘Yaar I got raped at work today, the presentation went bad man.’ Yet another example was someone who replaced Fuck you with rape you. So much for sensitivity and dignity. So much for freedom of speech and expression! Headlines screamed the rape of a 5 year old. Headlines screamed the rape of a medical stud ...

A poem in support of the Indiblogger – Ring The Bell Initiative I’m only little Longing for your warmth Tucked in your belly Hoping for a glimpse Of the world you see So Mommy Don’t hurt me Play in the yard With a heart, full of glee Neither do the dishes Nor the laundry Like my dear brother I just want to be So Daddy Please don’t hurt me I reckon I’m young And growing ever You say I’m pretty Then why those scary eyes Let ME make my mind If I’d be by your side Until then Buddy Don’t hurt me Yes I ...