The Desperate Few

After reaching Okhla I got down asking the driver to stay put there as I crossed the road to the nearby toy shop. While I was crossing by, a group of school going kids crossing me not only passed some cheap remarks but also tried rubbing shoulders with me. . .

I wondered so as to what was happening to the present generation. At the same time dawned the fact that being a female in this country was really tough. Not just uneducated people, even the educated ones here had there own perceptions about females being the weaker and derogatory sex. With the first female president joining house, the society at large still have silent issues about females heading in any arena, the scenario still is not that bright. Everyday there are hundreds of females who suffer one or the other king of sexual or mental harassment in offices or homes. I had been pondering in the heat of the sun over the dignity of the men in various age groups who on such similar roads and corners rebuke there own existence by their cheap behaviors. For few seconds of pleasure we loose our dignity of being humans, which is so gifted by God. I often wish I could do something and make a difference. (Five years earlier when my dad asked me whether I would like to do my MBA, I knew he would be cutting it too low, with my brother already in engineering studies, expenses would have been very heavy for him to bear. I realized it that day that I will have to work very hard to carve my way forward and today five years down the line I have no regrets. Even now, I am at par in all aspects to my peers, may be better off. I can never forget my dad quoting – When going gets tough, the tough gets going…. Had it not been for the support he had extended to me I wouldn’t be even a bit of what I am today.)

But even though i did good for myself i dont think i can or would be able to do anything good for the mentality of the people we live with.

St. Valentines Day

Another valentine ....and another year.

I fail to understand why is it such a big hue and cry to express your feelings on Valentine. Excuse me what were you doing the whole damm year. Why do you need a special day to express your love. What about the rest of the 364 days in the year. Ain't they good enough to express your love.

LOVE.. Ever wondered what it meant. Loads Of Volatile Emotions

Love for me has always been about being emotionally attached to a person in such a manner that you put him before yourself. Its always been about my mom....the way she used to put us and dad before everything in her life. From the smallest to the biggest thing in her life, its always been about either dad or me or my bro. Love for me is being together, knowing that you all are different from each other , with different understandings and interests in life, but still rooted together, loving each other for being there for each other. Its about knowing that there is someone to whom you could turn back on one of those bad days of your life. Like Kill someone and Hide behind. Its always been about the feeling that i had when i had started learning bicycle (My Blue Bicycle) - i used to drive without any fear knowing that if, i fall Dad would hold me. Not a sense of security rather its about the trust that you have that come what may there are people you can rely upon.

Well couldn't ever figure out whom i loved more, my dad or mom. I guess i got in the wrong comparisons , they both happen to be the best i could have had ; and how could i not quote my Bro. My blue eyed boy. He is the twinkle of the family, not to forget, being the younger one he is loved more and pampered more but then he deserves it. Love for my mom & dad had always been about us, the four of us.

So this was a quote to thank St Valentine for giving me such wonderful relation to love .