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...words fail here ~ Let the angel rest in peace


Disclaimer: This personal post displays the outcry of emotions of a soul. This has nothing to do with any Political parties and the views are highly personal.

…words fail here…she is an eternal fighter who fought against all the odds bravely, but this morning around 2:15 AM IST she left this awful world.

She…I would like to give her a name – ‘Isha’ The name I love the most in this world, because we humans (Indians) tend to react only when our own blood/relationships are under any issues.

A 23-year-old pure soul dreams were shattered into pieces on a moving bus in Capital City of Rape on December 16 by a half-a-dozen drunken animals. She was brutalized (it’s not just rape, and it can’t be defined in my language) by six drunken animals who took turns on her for an hour and she was thrown off the moving bus with her male friend, who was initially collapsed as those drunken animals hit him using an iron rod.

She suffered severe internal injuries caused by a metal rod, as those drunken animals inserted it into her when they brutalized her. Because of this heinous act, doctors removed her intestines initially, as they were gangrenous. She had suffered from severe organ failure following serious injuries to her body and brain. She was courageous in fighting for her life for so long against the odds but the trauma to her body was too severe for her to overcome. Perhaps, army men fight against enemies face to face, but she fought against all the odds for 12 days, and finally her body gave up today.

This incident galvanized India as youth India protested demanding justice for her, which political parties hijacked for their purpose. However, police created dramas when a constable died mysteriously like in movies to dilute the case, but nothing can match the outrage of youth India. The protest is on, will be on, still we get justice.

As a citizen of India, I demand the amendment of Law to protect women from animals. I’ve a suggestion too. What can be done to save our eyes?

Chemical castration, life imprisonment and death sentence are some of the words that are being used and suggested by the protestors as a form of punishment for all rapists. Do you agree?

Well, I do whole-heartedly agree to this.

Rape and Murder : Death Penalty + Victim and their parents should slap accused, his parents, his wife (if married), and his blood relations, which should be filmed and telecasted in National News.

Rape : Chemical castration + Victim and their parents should slap accused, his parents, his wife (if married), and his blood relations, which should be filmed and telecasted in National News.

Eve Teasing : Victim and their parents should slap accused, his parents, his wife (if married), and his blood relations, which should be filmed and telecasted in National News.

So, in my humble opinion, I would prefer the above punishment so that no man will think of committing this heinous act again.

I wish I can write more... but words fail here… Let her Rest in Peace…

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Moment of the Millennium: A Lip Lock


“It’s party time!” said Navya in her sweet voice, for which the team jumped in happiness. For an IT Professional like us, every day is a challenge, every hour is money, and each second is a ‘do or die’ struggle, still whenever we get a reason to celebrate, we do smile and celebrate!

It was Navya’s Birthday. She is a heart stealing beauty with her big moist eyes and a perfectly drafted nose adds beauty to her face. Her white complexion is hard to describe. Totally, she is an angel who turned 22 on 12 December 2012. As it was day of the millennium, we thought of celebrating her birthday in a special way and at sharp 12:12:12 – the moment of the millennium, we made the cutie to cut the cake and in less than a minute, the whole cake was on her face. It was indeed a big surprise for her, for which she could not stop smiling.

It was that golden moment, when Karthik – a well-built short hair guy went on his one knee with a diamond ring to propose his love to the birthday angel. She could not stop blushing; in fact, no girl can. When everyone was wondering what’s going to happen next, she accepted his proposal, and he put the ring on making the moment more beautiful. That’s when she called a party, a pizza party - A pizza party for 50 people!

We had two options; one – Dominos and the other was PHD. And on popular demand, we opted for Dominos. We enquired about the price for a bulk order, for which they agreed to give a decent discount, and when we were about to finalize the deal, Raghav shouted in his grave voice.

“Sir, we would get a better offer if we book online. Moreover, I know a site where we can get coupons for a good deal. The site name is CupoNation - http://www.cuponation.in/


CupoNation?” He showed us the site. It looked fantastic right from the logo to the wide variety of offers they give on various stores. I was impressed!


He also suggested us to order in small chunks to get a better deal and as decided ten of us ordered separately, got it delivered at the same time, and enjoyed the party. While we tasted pizza’s Karthik tasted Navya followed by a tight hug and they are a perfect couple. At last, we all had a good party. Thanks to CupoNation, Dominos and to Navya and Karthik.


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...A reason to celebrate



This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 33; the thirty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'Celebrations'


I fly across the winds under the clouds amid the people carrying an untold story of a heart counting his last few hours. He may not see her again, but his last few words will tell her, how badly he missed his lost love. I need to find her, and I do not have any other choice. I have less time left. Can I make it to her? I doubt if I can. I continue flying hoping I can be a reason for someone’s happiness.

Someone has caught me. I guess it is a little baby. She has small blue eyes, tiny ears, and a sweet curve on her round face; her tender hands complete her. She is a Goddess. I would be happy if she handover me to her mother or someone who can read me, will she?

Oh, God she throws me down, this is bad :( I need to fly… I need to… I need…to…fly… But my bad, I’m lying in the streets of Mumbai :( Will someone pick me up? I wonder if it can happen.

Ouch! It’s hurting. What could be this sharp thing? I guess… It must be a… Dog, is it? This is bad again. I should fly to reach her. Dog, please leave me down. I beg you. I beg you… please… When I’m almost lost, a ray of hope came in the form of burger as he let me down in the process of filling his stomach. I’m saved. I start my journey once again in search of her with the help of winds. The wind current is amazing as I feel being loved whenever the wind touches me softly. I’m lucky, as it is a windy day.

Winds…please do not stop. I love this feeling but…the happiness does not last long as I land on a chair. I wish someone can pick me up from here and help me reach her. Will it happen? I’m depressed as no one came touched me so far…and after an hour of desperate waiting, someone took me in his hands. He must be in his forties I guess and I’m glad as he starts reading.

Wet Winds blew again and I fly from his hand to a nearby apartment, pass through the window and finally I found her... She reads with her pink lips...


Sweetie Pie,

So much has been said to you over the years. I have exhausted the vocabulary explaining my situation on that fateful day. Still you are not ready to either accept me or forgive me. I’m not sure what to do or how to get you back and I cannot tolerate this pain. Hence, I have decided to end this in an easy way. I’m sorry to say I’m writing to you after having consumed seven sleeping pills. I know you hate writers who kill English; hence, please pardon me and ignore the typos and grammatical errors.

Still I feel like it was yesterday I saw you in pink colored frock riding her bicycle…but ten years have passed by and we have grown; in fact, a lot. I wished you would be my better half, even dreamt a life with our kids, but our fate, we had to part after living together for a year. I agree it is my mistake, though I can blame the situation I was in; still I did the repair work, and I waited for you to accept me, but…

“The beautiful word found my human being for the unseen feeling is love.” Do you remember this? I said holding your hands in the rain when I first kissed you. I felt the same whenever I kissed you as you always throws up newness and mystery in our life. I love every second I lived with you and hoping to live at least for one more second with you.

“Men know better than the language does.” You said after we made love for the first time and I have said, “I now know how an Angel looks like.” Do you at least remember this?

I have heard people saying, “If our life is short then God gifts happy moments!” I have had enough. I wish to write more but I’m unable to see anything clearly and my eyelids close without my order.

I need you… The fragrance of flower still reminds you, the sounds of chirping birds reminds you, the tender hands reminds your touches, it kept me alive, and I realize that there is no life without you.

I want to say I still love you with all my heart. I would love to hear your voice once before my end. So, please…call me Sweetie Pie when this letter reaches you. I would celebrate dancing for our favorite song, if I’m alive by God’s grace. I do not think I would be…

PS: Isha must be two I guess. Say that her Dad will come someday to meet her.


Me



A teardrop fell from her eyes to wet me. I’m sure she would call him and I wish he had come out of coma to pick her call.

I can hear her voice… “Sid…I…”

Sid has a reason to celebrate life with Hassini and Isha. I too have a reason to celebrate as I reached her in time.


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A start to the full stop!



This post has been submitted by me as a part of Indian Fiction Workshop Edition 2. As per the exercise I've written my narration here on Indian Fiction Workshop for the plot given by Sandeep Nair at the workshop. to be part of the next edition, visit and start following Indian Fiction Workshop



The Plot:

The hero, Bruce Tracy, is a convict on death row in the Arlington State Penitentiary, a hellhole of a prison. He is a former drug addict, and is afflicted by AIDS.

Bruce is scheduled to be executed in 48 hours, wrongly convicted of the brutal murder of his hooker girlfriend, whom he loved deeply. Her violent death had him hungering for vengeance at first. However, his wrongful conviction has made him a fatalistic man convinced of his impotency in extracting revenge from those who have wronged him.

Bruce learns of a secret tunnel that some other prisoners have dug in a plan to escape from the prison. The leader of this escape plot, Billy - The Brawler, is a man who had brutally raped Bruce in the prison showers in the past. Billy is a gay ex-boxer serving time for armed robbery.

48 hours away from being executed, an AIDS infected Bruce can choose to either expose Billy and his plan, thus denying Billy his one shot at freedom, or convince Billy to allow him to join the group and escape from prison, or do nothing.

What will Bruce choose? Why?



The Story:

……………………………………………….Now
People calls me a brutal murderer, for which I deserve absolutely nothing, not even the simplest of life to live and they await my end, which is just 12 hours away, but are they ready to accept that I’ve a heart too, which has emotions, desires and dreams about a girl, with whom I fell in love deeply. Even the wall of this prison, though a hell-hole, knows how much I love that brown-eyed beauty, which constantly reminds me of the beautiful days I once lived with her.

…………………………………….six months ago
I, Bruce Tracy – a former drug addict, and a mad lover of ballet accidentally met a brown-eyed beauty, Rose, who was a ballet dancer by passion and a hooker by profession, and the very next minute I was with her on a bed, fucking her hard for hours, and Heroin – a drug that ruled me those days, did the rest. That night helped to burn my physical desires, and I was hitting upon her now and then for a month, but eventually, I fell in love with her brown eyes that pierced my soul each time I looked into it.

She helped to get rid of my drug addiction with her pure love and she did stop sleeping with other nasty men for the reason that she kept secret until I confessed my never-ending love for her. Not only we exchanged hearts but also the special rings with our names printed on it. Life became meaningful, beautiful, and soulful. Actually, she was my life.

…………………………………….three months ago
It was a fateful night that crushed our dreams like a sandstorm destroying the crop filed. My cute girl, the love of my life was lying naked on a pool of blood, her eyes were pierced out, her breast was cut, her throat was slit, and her legs was split with an axe stabbed, which should’ve had hurt our angel. I went down on my knee, broke down in tears, and I so wanted to find them, cut into pieces, grind to granules, and burn those perverts. As before fate decided my bad, I was caught by a police officer who came in there casually. My bloodshed hands, my fingerprints on the axe were enough to convict and I had no escape. I was fuming in vengeance, and all I wanted was a clue to find them, and an opportunity to crush those motherfuckers.

…………………………………….two months ago
Prison life had no new surprises for me, but each time there will be a gang of people who keeps bullying me until I lose my self-control. Despite those torments and hunger for vengeance, I had to perform various duties as a part of our daily schedule in the prison. It included kitchen services, restrooms cleaning services, laundry services, and other duties as well. I was the unluckiest of all, I did know it before, because I had to clean restrooms, and the worst part was to work with two assholes – Billy and Rocky.

Billy, an ex-boxer, a fat bastard who has 52-inch chest, weighing 400 pounds, and he is known for his 10-inch cock, and he had brutally raped most of the assholes in the prison. Rocky, a lean asshole, who is also a gay and they had fucked every other man in the prison. It was a nightmare to work with them; in fact, I cleaned the toilets that they were supposed to clean and I filled the water tubs on behalf of them. It was hell for me.

When I spent my daytime working with those trashes, I loved my nights, because that’s when, I wrote her name on the wall of the prison, and sometimes I scribbled poems too. One of those poems that explain my loneliness is.

The bridge is not so long
I can come to you along
The loneliness is killing me,
I can kill myself to be with you
Those sweet memories never fade away
I wish I could relive my days with you
The hunger for vengeance is still alive
I want to cut them into pieces
RIP Rose
*****

It was once again a fateful day in my life. It was the fat bastard Billy, who forced me down to floor during work without any clue, handcuffed me back, made me naked, and he penetrated my anus with his 10-inch cock, biting my ears and neck.

I was burning in pain, crying for help, but no one helped; it was hard to escape from the fat bastard, after a certain point of time, my body gave up, and I froze. After Billy, it was that lean one-eyed bastard Rocky took his turn and filled my asshole again. I hate this feeling; in fact, I can never imagine being fucked by a gay but two gays had fucked me for hours? Shit, shit… shit!

It was not just the physical pain but I felt ashamed for being incapable to fight back, and it caused impotency in extracting revenge. I was unable to show my face to anyone in the prison after that, not even to work, and I was counting my days, the last few days of my hectic life.

…………………………………….a month ago
It was a general medical checkup for the prisoners, which shocked, and shattered me into pieces. I wished to die the next second, as I still cannot believe that I had acquired AIDS – a dreadful Deficiency Syndrome that kills White Blood Corpuscles from one’s body to invite other germs. It furies me to know I did acquire this disease in the last one month and it must be from those bastards, Billy and Rocky.

Though I was fuming at first, the dark patches of my life made me a fatalistic man. I lost the hope for living; in fact, I had no reasons to live, my whole body was tiring sooner, and was falling sick now and then. I had nothing left to live, and I was counting my last few days of my hectic life.

…………………………………….a week ago
It was yet another day that I loved to live once again. I was on cleaning duty, and heard two-men discussing about a secret tunnel that some other prisoners have dug in a plan to escape from the prison. I fixed my ears on the wall of the restroom, listened to their conversation, and learnt every small detail about the secret tunnel. Moreover, in no time, they came out naked, and they were none other than those motherfuckers Billy, and Rocky. I hid myself behind the door to escape from being fucked again. I knew I could have had been fucked again if I was caught by them. Glad, I did not.

I was confused on what to do next; either to escape from this hellhole with Billy, Rocky, and Team or to expose Billy and his plan, thus denying Billy his one shot at freedom. I knew I could not live for hundred years; still, if I escape with them, I could fly like a free bird. On the other hand, they were the ones who fucked me, who gave this dreadful disease to me, and made me a fatalistic man. I was damn sure that they would spoil the world with whatever they’ve had given me, that’s why I had taken a decision and I so wanted to execute it before being executed.

…………………………………….36 hours ago
Just 48 hours, all I had was 48 hours before my end. I wanted to do get rid of the impotency in extracting anger, to revenge, and to be a man I was before six months ago, but was not the same now, though I so wanted to kill these bastards but...
Why me? Why could not I? Why?

I asked to myself, a billion times. Still, I could not figure out an answer. I wanted to… so I banged my head on the wall a few times, then I punched on the floor and finally kicked on the door a few times, but… nothing helped, and I was tired; hence, I slept.

…………………………………….12 hours ago
I sensed my end, which was 24 hours away. I know I would be executed as scheduled, but do I deserve the capital punishment? Did I kill my girl? Should not she rest in peace? After all, she was the one who colored my life beautifully, she was my medicine to get rid of drugs, and she was myself, my real self, no?

‘Bruce… C’mon, you are an angry man… you have to extract revenge against those fuckers; after all, they deserve to be dead. C’mon…’

‘It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me who killed Rose…’ I blabbered

I banged my head again and again trying to get rid of the impotency in extracting revenge but doing so, I became semiconscious. Rose and the beautiful memories invaded my mind and occupied my thoughts. I smiled counting the last few hours of my life, as I knew I would be executed as scheduled because I had no choice.

……………………………………………….Now
I could hear the footsteps. ‘It should be Billy’s and his teammates… It’s my turn baby.’

Hungering for vengeance, I fume like an acid, and I wait for them with my hawk eyes.

‘It’s just ninety seconds away. C’mon Bruce, fuck those motherfuckers!’

‘Cut them into pieces, grind to granules. Are you ready?’

Billy, Rocky, and team are taken by surprise, as I’m standing just before the doors of their freedom. I welcome them with a smile, which I enjoyed.

Billy approaches me shouting like a banshee with a big knife. I move aside only to make him fall down. He angry face burns, and he once again tries to stab me, but this time… I moved aside, slit his throat with a small weapon, the weapon known for cutting sharply, easily and powerfully – a scalpel (surgical knife). He falls down saying that it was a good move!

Rocky, the one-eyed fucker loses his eye while trying to attack me from behind and his animal cry makes me happy. That’s a perfect revenge for whatever they have done to Rose and in a similar way by slitting their throat and piercing out the eyes.
The only person left in the Billy’s gang is Jane. She is a doctor who served American Army in her late twenties, wrongly booked in a medical fraud, and imprisoned for lifetime. She sees delighted as she could finally see the real Bruce – a beast who ruled his school days.

…………………………………….10 hours ago
If it was Rose who made me feel loved, but then I lost my virginity with Jane. She was a beautiful queen, with a strange air of mystery around her, her beautiful and big blue eyes and to look into those eyes was bliss, her face was round like a moon, her skin was as white as milk and she was a queen of my heart in those days. Though we lost the golden touch, I was happy to meet her in the hell-hole as a savior at the last minute of my life.

She was the one who revealed about Rose murder and what Billy and Rocky did to her, how much she had to suffer in the last few minutes before her end. It made me furious; actually, I became uncontrollable as I kept punching my face.

She made me calm, narrated a plan, she promised she would help with weapons, and she made to believe that I could revenge those motherfuckers. In addition to this, it was also her payback to Billy, as he tricked her in the medical fraud for which she was imprisoned for years despite being innocent.

……………………………………………….Now
She hugs me smiling, as we avenged Billy and Rocky to deny his freedom at one shot, and more than that, we rediscovered the lost magical touch between us as fell for each other once again.

‘Let’s search for Inland Taipan. It’ll help to cure you’

I smiles, she kisses me deep and passionately. It’s time for Bruce-maniac!


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A Sweet Milestone



  This wind you think of, thus blows by me
  I walk t'is dream burning fair - on asphalt.
  See her with delight, but soft and lone thee
  Cross'd path the night, amidst I listen alt,
  neath the wide volumes, turn my soul inside.
  Slips by the oversight, stumbled by the fall
  Passion that hides, richer said than words soft
  She maketh unseen color, My youth painted
  Walked by my unconscious, juvenile mind
  Count the hours: daylight, fair moon arise,
  Then I shalt see thee, with my impatient eyes
  Ti's day shalt rise fair, my eyes intent thy.
  I have walked this asphalt: lone and forlorn
  I wouldst walk afar, A few more, endless miles...


P.S. Few Miles completed 3 years today!
I tried molding Few Mile's journey and the Sentiments through my choicest words.

Thank you Sarav.




From the desk of Someone is Special,

It’s not just another post, it’s something special, and it is dedicated to Blogoversary of Few Miles by my dear friend Pranali, who writes at “Blank verses and Invisible lines”. It’s my pleasure to have her here on this special day, and I so thank her from the bottom of my heart for whatever she has blessed to Few Miles. Thank you!

I started this blog on 20 October 2009 on demand by my sweet friend and as a sweet dedication to my dream angel under the pen name, “Someone is Special” Today, I am so happy as my blog turns three. 3 years, 1095 days, 26280 hours of writing has changed my life a lot! Thank you all for the support and constant encouragement :)

Yesterday was Little One's Second Blogoversary. As usual, we had combined Blogoversary Celebrations of My Friendship and Few Miles here on Little One’s Blog. Do join us! And, here is a video dedicated to our Blogoversary.


And to little one..

special celebrations
to mark a sweet journey
as it unites us with
a precious invisible bond

special memories
I share with Little One
and My Friendship,
cannot be said in words!

with words I wish,
the little flower
to cross a Few Miles,
with SmileS…!

Blog Action Day 2012 ~ The Power of WE ~ #powerofwe


Dear All,

I cordially welcome you to Few Miles! As you all know, today is Blog Action Day, and this year the theme is The Power of WE.

Why, I hear you ask? The Power of WE is a celebration of ration of people working together to make a positive difference in the world, either for their own communities or for people they will never meet half way around the world. (Taken from BAD page)

There are hundreds of examples listed on Blog Action Day website such as fighting for healthier meals for kids in schools, protecting people’s rights in countries far away, stopping practices in industries that hurt the environment and communities, ensuring people small-scale farmers get fair deals, the rights of women and children are protected and many more. And so far, I’ve supported the cause - Water on 2010, Food on 2011, and this time, without any doubts, I’m highlighting a severe issue that prevails in the world.

What’s that severe issue, I hear you ask?

I hope most of us might have heard/seen/read about #Haryana #Rape #Issue where 19 rape cases have been recorded in the past one month. Let she may be a two-year-old girl or a thirty-year-old woman, but if she is a Dalit, then she can be raped in Haryana. She can be raped in a field on late nights or in the godown on an afternoon or even in her own house at gunpoint on a mournful morning. No one is ready to register a complaint, even if the victim registers a complaint, nothing could stop those rapists, and the rape count goes up steadily till date.

Why I want to highlight the issue here on Blog Action Day?

The reason is simple, to show the power of we, and to help to stop this crime against women. It is painful to read it on newspaper.

Can someone say how painful it is to know that a 2-year-old baby was raped? A 2-year-old? Did she at least know what is meant by that?

A 13-year-old girl was gang-raped by nine men. Can you image nine men taking turns on 13-year-old kid? How painful it would be? What should we do to stop this crime against women? Can we cut those men off? (Castrate) Yes, we can.

A 17-year-old girl was gang-raped by four people for nine consecutive days. Can you imagine being raped for nine consecutive days? Nine days? Can you imagine how painful it is to be in that position? Tears rolls down my cheeks when I type this. What do to in this case? Behead them? Yes, we can.

And 16 more such incidents (most of them are gang-raped) are recorded in the past one month.

How should we react to show THE POWER OF WE?

We can suggest the Government to perform a Commando Operation, to shoot the rapist at first sight itself without questioning or arguing with them, if the victim could identify them. And if Human Rights commission raises a question against this action, then the answer should be, they are not at all humans, they are not even animals, because animals are better than humans are; they are fucking rapists, and they have crushed the dreams of a future achievers.

Let’s speak out, let’s join hands, let's make this bigger and make people listen us to stop the crime against women such as rape, sexual molestation and for lip service, because these men deserve no sympathy, and must be given deterrent punishment.

What say? Let show the POWER OF WE to STOP THE VIOLENCE/CRIME AGAINST WOMEN!

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Stop Crime Against Women


She may be a two-year-old girl or a thirty-year-old woman, but if she is a Dalit girl, then she can be raped in Haryana. She can be raped in a field on late nights or in the godown on an afternoon or even in her own house at gunpoint on a mournful morning. No one is ready to register a complaint, even if the victim registers a complaint, nothing could stop those rapists, and the rape count goes up steadily.

I find it hard to read it on a newspaper. How hard it is to be in that position?

1. Young Couple tried to kill themselves after she (25-year-old) was gang-raped by five men in Haryana
2. A 14-year-old girl (a student of class VII) was allegedly raped by a youth at her house in Haryana
3. 2-year-old girl was allegedly raped in Haryana
4. 13-year-old girl (a student of class VI) gang-raped by nine men in Haryana
5. 5-year-old girl raped in a field in Haryana
6. 19-year-old girl, Law student gang-raped by four youths in SUV for 24 hours, then thrown outside college in Haryana
7. 17-year-old girl gang-raped by four people for nine consecutive days in Haryana
8. A teenage girl (a class 12 student) was gang-raped by 12 men in Haryana
9. A Dalit woman has been gang-raped by 7 men in her home at gunpoint in Haryana
10. A teenage girl (a class 11 student) was gang-raped by four men in Haryana
11. A newly-married woman has been gang-raped by four men in Haryana
12. A 16-year-old Dalit girl committed suicide today after she was allegedly gang-raped by 2 men in Haryana
13. The horror of rape continues unabated in Haryana. A woman was allegedly raped in Mathepur village in Haryana, when she went to the fields to collect fodder.
14. A 20-year-old was raped by her employer
15. Another minor girl raped in Haryana, 15th case in a month
16. 6-year-old lured with chocolate and raped in Gurgaon

I do not wish to list the other three headlines because I’ve a heart and it is already shedding blood.

Can someone say how painful it is to know that a 2-year-old baby was raped? A 2-year-old? Did she at least know what is meant by that?

A 13-year-old was gang-raped by nine men. Nine men taking turns on a 13-year-old kid? How painful it would be? What to do to stop this crime against women? Cut those men off? Yes, we can.

A 17-year-old girl was gang-raped by four people for nine consecutive days. Can you imagine being raped for nine consecutive days? Nine days? Can you imagine how painful it is to be in that position? Tears rolls down my cheeks when I type this. What do to in this case? Behead them? Yes, we can.

A 19-year-old was gang-raped by four men for 24 hours. Can you imagine being raped for 24 hours continuously? Was she a living being or a waxed woman? Are they really human beings? Fuck off!


Day by day, things get worse and the State Government says, “Marry them ASAP, to stop them being a victim.” Is it a solution to this problem? How it can make a woman rape-proof, if even married women are being raped? The Central Government calls it conspiracy to malign Government. Are they really worried about these women or about their Government?

I wonder if we really live in the country in which Mahatma Gandhi was born. He said, “We attain the real freedom only when a lonely women can walk freely anywhere in our country during mid-night”

I could not even laugh considering it as a joke. My heart pains to know that girls cannot even step out of their house, and then there is no point of thinking of the above quote or about Freedom India.

What is the punishment given to a rapist in India? You can read it here. http://mynation.net/rapelaw.htm

I cannot write a word more about this issue, but I can suggest a solution.

What can be done?
None other than a Commando Operation, to shoot the rapist at first sight itself without questioning or arguing with them, if the victim could identify them. And if human rights commission raises a question against this action, then the answer should be, they are not at all humans, they are not even animals, because animals are better than humans are; they are fucking rapists, and they have crushed the dreams of a future achievers. Those victims can be future Vijay Lakshmi Pandit’s, Indira Gandhi’s, Kiran Bedi’s, PT Usha’s, Kalpana Chawla’s, Marry Kom’s, Saina Nehwal’s, or they may be an achiever on their own. Now they cannot even show their faces itself, and a few had left this awful world.

Listen, what she wears to work or to when she goes to school does not matter. What time she goes out to her friends place or return collecting fodder is not an invitation to rape her. She may or may not be with a male company, but that does not mean she is ready to be raped; it is her body and no men are not allowed to touch it without her permission whoever you are – friend, acquaintance, lover or husband.

Let’s speak out, let’s join hands to stop the crime against women and for amending the law to provide for much stricter punishment, may be capital punishment for rape, sexual molestation and for lip service, because a rapist deserves no sympathy and must be given deterrent punishment.

And I wonder if I can have my breakfast without reading news about rape… Keeping my fingers crossed… I’m submitting this post as a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda, wishing hoping that the big Indian Blogger crowd might read and starts acting to stop crime against women.


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Last Few Words..

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold Story'

I fly across the winds under the clouds amid the people carrying an untold story of a heart counting his last few hours. He may not see her again, but his last few words will tell her, how badly he missed his lost love. So, until I find her, let the story be untold please!

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PS: We Marshals have decided that the hosting Marshal should not participate in Blog-a-Ton, but my love for Blog-a-Ton does not allow me to do so. Hence, I will participate without contesting for votes, which is nothing but I will write the next day of Blog-a-Ton.

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~ what symphony is ~



The day thirteen of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on. The theme for the day is 'Symphony', thank you Becca for the suggestion!

Sincere apologies for not stopping by your blog. I'm busy with packing stuffs as I'm travelling to India this weekend. I shall read the pending ones asap :)


what symphony is?
is it collection of sounds
or what she whispers?


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~ tears ~



The day twelve of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on. The theme for the day is 'Rain', thank you P.Mist!


clouds shed tears
as my tears dried out
is it rain?


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A memorable online shopping experience madness!


“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it” – says Paulo Coelho. I agree!

It’s not every day you find someone whom you can befriend with. When you find someone precious, you cannot miss him or her in your life. He or she may be younger or older to you, fair or dark to your eyes, near or far from where you live, or whatever, still they are precious as your friend or sometime you cannot tag a label, and you so wanted to gift him or her as a gift, for what and who they are to you. I have a few close to my heart but she is a special one, actually a little one, with whom I share a special bond – a precious invisible bond to bind us! She is such a sweetie!

In early days, people used dove to send very small gifts and as a messenger; in 80’s, people used telegram for sending short messages, and posts for sending small gifts, before a decade back people bought gifts for their precious ones and couriered them. A few years back, people found a solution for their problems and tagged it as ‘Online Shopping’ – The one stop solution for all your needs! They named the solution as ‘eBay’, ‘FlipKart’, ‘snapdeal’, ‘Qvendo’, ‘Pringoo’, etc. I love the second and third always, as I’d my best experience with them. If online shopping was not there, I’d not have been able to gift ma sweet one. In fact, that’s my first real online shopping experience after Pringoo, which my friend did on behalf of me – a sweet memorable experience :)

This incident happened thirteen months ago, and all thanks to Mohinee of Gurukripa for hosting Grand Patriotic Poetry contest and inviting to judge the contest! It was a fantastic experience to judge the contest with poetic greats. Glad and blessed to judge an entry by Aadarneeya Ms. Swarna Kaurji and it is none other than the Grandmother of my little one! As I promised during the initial announcement, I wanted to send gifts, but how can I send gifts to Gorakhpur, Uttar Pradesh? I wondered!

That’s when my roommate introduced FlipKart. It sounded like Greek and Spanish to me! ‘What? How? Are you sure?’ Puzzled I was, and the solution was simple. In fact, I was amazed by the collection they had under each category and variety. I learnt about the best deals, offers and what not – Online shipping itself is the best gift invented by a human for humans!

Quickly, I browsed the catalogue of books and selected books of my choice keeping Grandma in mind. I added the books, “Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore”, “My Experiments With Truth : An Autobiography - Mahatma Gandhi”, “Anna Hazare - The Fakir Who Moved A Country” and “Love On The Rocks - Ismita Tondon Dhanker” to my cart and checked out for payment. I found two options for payment and I’d to choose Online Payment :( My hands shivered to make an online payment and I had no other choice :( so I did make an online payment after confirming for the umpteenth time about the integrity of the site with my friend. Still I was not convinced, so I took a screen shot of the same for my reference and emailed little one too :)

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I was so worried about the quality of the products, though it was books and it has to be delivered to Gorakhpur, Uttar Pradesh. A week had gone by peeping into my laptop for an email from Little One, but finally, it took ten days to reach Gorakhpur. I was the happiest man in the world to know that the books reached them in very good condition and Little One, her Parents and Grandma were happy, a lot in fact.

But what made the experience so memorable was the reaction of Little One and Grandma. The below text was taken from Little One’s Blog post.

I'm sharing here so late almost after 3 months about my so special gift I received from my Special One, Saravana! There was a Grand Patriotic Poetry Contest organised by dear friend Mohinee. In this contest, I submitted my Sweet Granny's poem हित अपने देश का. And when the result declared my granny and me started dancing with excitement because her poem was selected the best by Someone is Special! Then I lived that moment brought happiness to her. I saw something that I'd never seen before... tears in her eyes! But they were of joy, excitement and satisfaction. She has been writing poetry from so many years but they were compiled in a diary with no reader until I publish them on my blog. Now she has great talented readers here so she gets so eager to make me post them as soon as possible. All of yours appreciating and encouraging words have made her to pen down poetry again she skipped years before! I want to give a big thanks to Mohinee for organizing such a wonderful contest and to my Special One, Saravana for honoring my granny with such wonderful gifts.

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This might not have had happened if Online Shopping was not there. All thanks to Online Shopping for helping to strengthen a pure unfading sweet relationship in the world with my Little One, which cannot be named! I can cherish this memory forever!

I thank BlogAdda for organizing the contest Moment of Madness, for selecting my post as one of the winning post, for offering a gift voucher to shop from Pringoo, which ultimately was my first online shopping (seeing) experience and also for organizing this contest, which has created an opportunity to share a sweet incident happened in my life. I’m wishing hoping to do a memorable online shopping from snapdeal.com as well :)

This post is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com in association with Snapdeal.com

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~ divine ~



The day eleven of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on. The theme for the day is 'Divine', thank you Aakriti!


wish to live again
the sweet days I lived with you
divine part of life


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~ peppery girl ~



The day tenth of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on. The theme for the day is 'Pepper', thank you Grace!


a peppery girl
though a real mad girl at times
still sweet to be kissed


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~ lost ~



The day nine of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on. The theme for the day is 'Gloss', thank you Zongrik!


glossy eyes
beautiful smile
lost myself

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~ shall I ~



The day eight of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on. The theme for the day is 'Render', thank you Fiducia! I'm done with my blog hop too!


kiss for kiss
ready to render
shall I, love?


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~ agile, I



The day seven of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on. The theme for the day is 'Agile', thank you Paulami)for a beautiful suggestion!

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agile, I
a fragile, my heart
rugged, her words


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~ love galaxy ~



The day six of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on. The theme for the day is 'Milky Way', thank you Chevrefeuille(Kristjaan Panneman)for a beautiful suggestion!


you and me
stars in the night sky
love sparkles


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Happy Teacher's Day


It has been so long since I wrote a post reflecting my life; it was either fiction or poems and dramas all the way. As today is Teacher's Day, I thought of dedicating a Poem to all my teacher's, the reason for my success! However, after reading Rachana Shakyawar’s post on Teacher's Day, inspired me to travel down my memory lane to write about the relationship between Teacher's and me.

ashzzes says: “I wonder you love romance or romance loves you...” Even I wonder the same but one thing I’m confident is, “I love Mathematics and Mathematics loves me!”

The love for numbers started when I’m three. I loved learning 1, 2, 3 instead of A, B, C! When people bought Tables book, I created my own as in image below, as I followed a different logic for everything. I was looking at Mathematics from a different angle, which I only knew and, will know until my last breathe.
The best thing is till my 10th grade, I never missed a centum in Mathematics in Annual Examinations. In fact, I had a weird habit; in Mathematics, I always used to miss at least one or two marks in Mid-Term, Quarterly, Half Yearly or whatever exams that were conducted those days. Because I know if I score centum once in any of these exams, then I’ll become over confident, and the pain of losing one mark will not be there, weird no?

The best gift Mathematics gave to me is my speech in CVRDE Gate Meeting - the moment that made my Dad proud.

The first person who comes to my mind is Phithili Sir. He has coached my elder sister, my younger brother, and my two nieces (her father is the first one to join). I promised I’ll score centum in Mathematics which my sister missed by one mark, and I did. My niece Sathya also did it and she stood State Fifth, the best in our family, earlier my elder sister stood state eleventh! Still I remember the evening after my mathematics, thank you Sir for whatever you taught did in my life. :)

The second person who comes to my mind is Shanmugapriyan Sir. I’m lucky to have him as my Mathematics lecturer in my first, third, and sixth (Numerical Methods) semester. I remember those golden words said by my Sir when I flunked for the first time in my life in Mathematics (Numerical Methods). “You have a fast processing brain and it works faster than 99% of your classmates. Do well” I did well to score 93 Sir :) Thank you Sir, “You are the lion!” as you always say :)

The third person who comes to my mind is Manimeghala Madam. She is my Mathematics Teacher in my tenth grade as my favourite Shaktivel Sir left the school mid-year. The week after she joined our school, she conducted a class test. I was sitting on a bench and my friend Sunderasan was sitting down, and I was observing him, as he was working a sum in a wrong method. Mam caught me asking, ‘Why are you copying from him?’ I was shocked because I did not copy :( My friend Sunderasan said, ‘I may copy from him but he will not. He is the Mathematics king!’ I was the happiest man and from that moment, Mani Mam became close to me. Thank you Mam and Sunderasan!

The love for the subject was also extended to the teachers who handled the subject. This does not mean that I did not like the teachers who handled other subjects; I loved all my teachers!

In fact the list is long – My kindergarten Teachers (Taradevi Teacher, Vijayalakshmi Teacher), My Primary school Teachers (Subbulakshmi Madam, Uma Madam, Vasanthi Teacher), My Secondary school Teachers (Thenmozhi Mam, Santosh Sir, Manimeghala Mam, Anand Sir, Tamizh Ayya, Prithiviraj Sir, Santosh Sir, Jyothi Sir), My UG Professors (Shanmugapriyan, Karthikeyan, Udhay Shankar, Seetha, Vijayalakshmi, Narmada, Ramya, and the list goes on.

How can I forget the trademark lines that my Teachers said... ‘You people will never follow me!’ ‘Is this a class or fish market?’ ‘I do not want to hear any of your excuses.’ ‘This is the worst class or batch I’ve ever seen’ ‘Silence!’ ‘Okay!’ ‘Get out of the class!’ and the list goes on...

Despite all these, they are pillars of this building, without them I’m nothing, though I have talent :) Thank you all!

Memories are like a spider web. If you try to recall an incident, then its related incident will pop out automatically. That’s what happened today!

Happy Teachers Day!

Happy Birthday Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan!

Happy Birthday to my dear friend Karthik!

Happy Wedding Anniversary to my dear friend Yoga and Divya!


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~ first fall ~



The day five of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on; The theme for the day is 'Autumn', thank you Priyanka for the suggestion!


the first fall
spells magic on earth
scenic world


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~ the moon ~



The day four of the challenge, "The September Heights" is on; The theme for the day is 'Moon', thank you Dulcina for the suggestion!


we catch up at nights
the zest for living is same
spreading happiness


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~ a dewdrop ~


The third day of the challenge, "The September Heights" begins; The theme for the day is 'loneliness', thank you Piphi for the suggestion!


a lonely heart tale
amidst thy aliens
a helpless dewdrop


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~ the shade I love ~


It's second day of the challenge, "The September Heights"; The theme for the day is 'Color', thank you P.Mist!


a light shade of brown
window to the swaying s♥ul
her colourful eyes


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