Satyameva Jayate

Any social canker that we all  are aware of but pretend not to do anything with it succeds in fostering its roots deep into the society where somewhere, sometime we all get affected.Changes that we all want to see but think before making a step forward to make one, proves that our will still has to reach at the top where we would understand power in ourselves. 

With all such themes, Amir Khan's production Satyameva Jayate came up with its first episode on female foeticide. It presented the case of three victimised and physically and mentally traumatised women whose pain and sufferings are beyond our tolerance limits. They seemed to be belonging to a different kind of world where fossilised thinking, beastness and barbarity has further defeated the purpose of humanity, a world of which we are not at all aquainted with. We cannot chalk out a single reason behind this sin because people involved belong to different backgrounds, different mindsets indicating that the custom of murdering is prevalent in various sections of the society.It might be our neighbourhood or own house. Amir has tried to show and put up a realisation that whatever we hear or read in the newspaper are not only true but the consequential effects are awfully disgraceful which never allows us to say ourselves humankind again.

We, the watchers cried at their story and wished that nothing such should be the story of anyone else. But here we realise that wishes are just to second that close your eyes and nightmare will vanish. It's true that we are only culpable of the crimes that we might not support but might not be against them.Contributing your conscience towards the upliftment of humanity, upliftment of India doesnt demand much of our efforts but just a commitment that we make our own decisions which would be unbiased, unaffected by the promoters of hateful acts.Killing a child based on its gender is something so disdainful that defeats all noble deeds that one might have done in his life cause it opens up that corner of his mind where devils live and waited for a chance to come out.Noone can decide anyone's life even if he is related to him/her by blood.Making an authoritorian command over others life shows the insecurity and power of the weakness inside, leading the person to dump his baseless thoughts on someone whom he considers weaker than him. 

All the three ladies who survived in the mayhem sooner or later need a nation-wide salute that might help them in healing the lifelong wound they have on their hearts. It's something that can happen to anyone, anytime in life because even now our eyes and minds sometimes fail in recognising deceitful people.But if we are strong , our thinking is strong and we do have a respect for our own life, I think we can be a good warrior at this warfront. A message to all those sinners and murderers who still do not find out where are they wrong," You are born with a heart but you will die heartless;You are born with a mind but you willl die mindless;For all that you are doing you are already dead and your efforts in decorating your graveyard will one day make your self the charmer of this place."

For all such bravehearts who mustered up to pull themselves up together to live life again with a fresh start forgetting all that has happened, I can say," Life that turns out meaningless and unfair, calls that it's time to give your life a new meaning and those who listen to this call are the real heroes, heart made of rocks and hands made of self crated destiny."

A healing rythm:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YpRkiGcmvE

FINGERS CROSSED

It is like yyooooohhhoooo kind of time for me, butterflies in my bellies and long sighs have already taken out all from inside. Waiting for the presentation where I could flaunt whatever I did till 3:00 AM yesterday. Just excited to accidently develop one nice end-caption" There is no charm in walking untill there is a goal; And there is no charm in talking until I play my Role".

Fingers crossed for d big day as it is 4 mr todayXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

And it's over, in a finer way I guess. Lots of hand-shakes, lil' more attentions, guests' appreciation and what not....It's again going to be a bigger hole in my invisible quilt.People will recognise,,, and my invisibility will disappear!!Neways I am happy as I played my role and this time there was charm"":) :) :0
(My quote has got fame more than me!!!!!)

Nature speaks

Joy

When The Romeo says," Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more

To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath

This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue

Unfold the imagined happiness that both

Recieve in either by this dear encounter."

And The Juliet says in reply," Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,

Brags of his substance, not of ornament.

They are but beggars that can count their worth;

But my true love is grown to such excess,

I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth."

And the Lawrence shows that he is all set to unite them in peace, I stop reading and ponder how fairly the tale is going on the bruises of Romance where the words of the lover is an elixir to all pain and the eye-embrace of the beloved with the curve of her pink smile is like a whisper into his ears that she is all his.

I wonder how beautiful these fairy tales must be in real if they occur even one in million and how blessed are the souls who are in it living the blessing of destiny. Some create examples and some leave behind sweet memories but every love story has its own colour and got its own extremes.How does it feel to find that love has become unmeasurable and that one's presence purges the neighbour air. The feeling is pure, pristine and evocative making every little thing around drunken in the joy of romanticism including me..:) :)

Dilemma

I want to reverse things which I cannot. I want to sew up the gaps which I dont dare and I wish to lay down in my own fairy tale which I can only dream of. Dilemmas are bad for they try to open up our eyes those were busy in spinning the threads of future hanging in the dust that has no trace in the present.

A dire need to pine for

A thing that hangs in the dust

should I go or should I retreat

or let this feeling too get rust.

I am strong, as they say

Or is it not a much big deal.

The only option to collect the strength

And once again ready to kneel.

The voices have dimmed,

The echoes are quiet

They all have turned few

I cannot escape

Nor can  I run,

from the Dreams I often sew.

Keeps of ma life

When I look at tiny lil' faces with sparkling, glimmering eyes and smiles like curves in the heaven's dome; when I listen to their curly words that say every great things and create an image of how God must be like; when their pink, soft feet press against my cheeks and lips wet in water try to kiss, I totally want to be a mother of a child that is somewhere inside me, that will be somehow a part of me.

Today there is no point in describing how he or how she would be but for sure they will  be a reflection of me and my better half. The regret that I carry today is to be totally unknown and naiive about who will be the bearer of the fragments that my kid will have whom I will love like I love me.What is this feeling called which creates a bond with someone unknown, someone who is in future but has no trace in present, someone who will share my world, will be a part of my world? i think this is what they call as keeps of life at every turn of the road...............................................

Childhood Blooms