The crude truth

I am a 26 year old –Working Woman. I work in 24*7 Environment. I have a so called safe Transport department. My cab picks me up from my house and drops me at my home. I live with my Family and my house has CCTV cameras. I travel only with my Boyfriend anywhere in the city. I pay my taxes on time, I abide by the law. I Do not wear provoking clothes.

But I am always scared and furious.

Most of you can relate yourself to me or someone you know. Do you feel safe, no?

You just choose to ignore the fear and concentrate on yours Daily life other that some brutal accident, that may or may not ever happen to You.

Why do I feel unsafe? Why Do You feel unsafe?

Because I know that if I get raped, I will go through a nightmare with my eyes open, for the rest of my life. I will be labeled a Rape-Victim; I will be seen with sympathetic eyes. I will read about me in Newspaper and people will think, “Who will marry her”. They will uncover my Face and my life. But the accused will be taken with a mask on his face for Every trial.  With the recent Gang Rape case, the victims were taken for Trial with their faces covered. Why????? What are they being protected from? Sun tan??!!

I do not feel safe with my Security guards or drivers Because they get involved in hassles on road if someone overtakes their car in a harsh-hurry. This shows their attitude that if it is about their ego, they will not think of anyone or any consequences.

The CCTV camera at my house does not make me feel safe Because, the thief will cover their faces before committing the crime. And Police will have an excuse to prolong the investigation.

My boyfriend locks the way of anyone who stare at me, we cannot travel in a public transport without somebody rudely staring me, be it  an old man, a young boy or an adult.  So should I stop commuting in public transport? I should think about my safety and not about the money or being eco-friendly. The world is expecting India to grow when I have to choose between such things.

If I am paying my taxes, why is the money I pay the Government to take care of my public demands are not fulfilled?

What all do I have to give up before it is too late?

Inspired by one of the most practical article posted about the recent Gang Rape in Delhi.

http://m.firstpost.com/india/delhi-gangrape-nypdlondon-might-offer-some-solutions-561803.html?page=1

Times they are changing

Some mornings bring provoking thoughts of major changes that you will need to bring in your life. Today is one.
Today I  feel like its time for me to dig how I need to be less fascinated with the idea of comfort.
If I do not step out of my Cindrella castle and think more ...........
We are the working class soldiers and we need to work.

RED FM(93.5) totally deserve a Thumbs down

Food for thought!!

Last night I heard an 11 year old boy on RED FM(93.5) proudly sharing his experience of how he  was brave enough to stand up against thief's gun on his head, when they tried to loot their house.

The advertisement was " I am 11 year old..............blah blah...........I showed bravery ......blah blah bleh..The legendary part comes here"..Maine unki KEH KE LI".

I was stumped to hear an 11 year old kid to use such a sentence on radio, and script, for obvious reason was provided to him by channel writers or may that dumb ass RJ.

I am sure the kid does not even understand the meaning of what he casually said on national channe.

Even if he does, is this what these Radio Channels are for. 

Trying to make the kid look like a hero because he saved her mom from thief and is now using IN-Vogue gaaliyan.

RED FM use workds like" baap ke zamane mein ungli uthate the.aaj ke zamane mein.....HEHEHEHAAAA"...(most annoying chuckle)

This does not make this channel look cool, its only making it look like another pseudo-short-message- hypocrite.

What is Civilization? Keh Ke Lunga ...really??

Idle

Empty vessel makes noise.
Loud noises; in my case.
I have been in Night shifts from past 3 months, this month also, so 4 months by the end of June.
This nasty Delhi heat can only be avoided, if you stay home in dark room with ac.
But thats not honestly by choice but no choice at all.
Coming back to the point, I'll write, read, stay in kitchen with maa.
Why do I want to waste mine or his time. Its not like we talk rubbish but nothing less, usually knick-knacks, blah blah; though I thoroughly enjoy it, but he being a Sheer Classy Man, doesn't enjoy being poked every now and then.
So stop being idle, girl or boy, whomsoever can relate to me, must learn.
Pay attention to quality not quantity.
Happy KanDee ;)


PS: Posting it today because I still believe that one should be their own remedy from a sickness commonly knows as "Boredom"

Roller Coaster Rides

I love travelling, well who doesn't(Surely some morons don't).

Because of this love for travelling I have been to villages, cities, small towns, beaches, forests and dunes, but I still haven't seen snow.

An inflexible believer of Bad-news-first, the worst experience was when I was 16 years old, And visited the Ajmer Sharif Dargah.

My dad had bought a car (Red Matiz- Rampyaari) and it had been few months since I learned driving in my Township.

We lived in a remote township for first 18 years of my life.

So we left early in the morning from Kota( Rajasthan) to Ajmer, and Dad asked me to drive in the middle of the journey.

The road was a single way, with tumbleweed and dry brown lands on both sides. Rough, patchy, stony path, and I started driving with my Learner's license, Second gear, 30 kms/hr, slowly I put my feet down on accelerator, it was smooth and we all had happy faces.

My dad sat next to me, Maa and my younger brother at the back seat. No traffic at all. may be that is why Dad decided to give me some highway experience. I was driving, maa was scared, dad was happy and My brother was busy with some game.
Then came a road that was getting broader and smooth at the intersection. I was a little scared.
Two huge trucks were visible on both sides of intersection, which made it impossible to see if there is a vehicle coming towards the intersection from either sides. The speed of the car was still 30 kms/hr. I drove closer and just before I was reaching the center of intersection, I saw a Bike, a guy riding it with two middle aged women seated behind him at a speed of 50-60 kms/hr.

They came closer and I couldn't honk as they were already too close.

So I decided that I will over speed and by pass them. This had already alerted Dad and he suddenly screamed BREAK BREAK BREAK, what I did instead was pushed the acclerater with full pressure, screeched my Car and Wack! The Bike had collided and almost rammed my door, The impact was so powerful that the windshield had spiderweb cracking. I still didn't stop and the collision was so quick that I wanted to Stop instead had my feet on Accelerator which resulted in farther screeching of Tyre and car. Skidded and stopped the car with a mini heart attack at a distance.

Dad asked me to quickly swap the seats as we could hear people coming towards the car screaming " You killed them".

I was all panting and in complete shock. I sat on the other seat, dad took a 180 degree turn and stopped the car next to injured lady seated at the middle. She was on the road with one of her thigh visible from the saree, It was a 10-15 inch long cut, out of which blood and bones were visible.

That tore me apart.

We took her to a nearby village hospital. Thank fully the guy and other lady was safe and the village we took them to was one of my father's closest friend's native village.

Panchayat and entire village gathered at the hospital.

I sat inside the car in a temperature of 46 degrees without AC and windows closed. Perhaps I feared that the villagers gathered around the car will drag me to hell.

I could hear them saying " She is the city girl who almost killed the poor lady"
And I could hear them abusing and cursing me.

I sat like that for two longest hours of my life, Maa and dad kept coming back to me asking me to come inside, but I could not gather the courage to face her family.

Once she was nursed with minor dressing, our family was taken to Panchayat.
It was a School and they wanted to settle the matter for money rather than a police case.

I still preferred sitting inside the car with windows rolled down this time, The car was thankfully not that damaged but we ended up paying 30,000/- to her family and 

20, 000/- was the money we spent on the car to get it fixed.

We finally left the village chaos after 5 hours of drilling sessions, and headed to Ajmer Dargah. I was still in shock and couldn't utter a single word since the accident has happened.

The moment I was under the Chadar while the Emaan read the prayers in Dargah, I was into tears and being a devotee of Khwaja ki Dargah, I prayed for her quick recovery.

I still din't say a word. I noticed the difference in the pictures we clicked when we left home and while we were on Dargah. I looked..like you know..sad.

Those 10 hours was the longest duration of my life without a word.

This was my worst journey ever. Since then I have never hurt a person while driving my car.

There have been many other trips to different part of India but injuring someone because of lack of attention was what I recognized as the worst.