The auto driver's daughter

Travelling is the most enriching experience. The random people we meet on such journeys unknowingly leave behind lessons and memories for life. Far off places are everyone's favourite, offering its dose of excitement, fun and happiness. But sometimes even in our city, going to the same place like maybe a office or shopping mall can turn out to be an interesting experience. This is one of the important reasons, apart from the traffic snarls which makes me choose public transport for travelling within the city.

Recently,on one such auto ride from my friend's place I had an unforgettable experience. The auto driver was an elderly gentleman in his late fifties.Like most people his age he was talkative and kept initiating conversations of random things. Though I love having conversation with random people I somehow held back and allowed the old man to continue his banter.

All of a sudden he veered his conversation from politics and traffic towards me .I was truly taken aback when out of the blue he asked me what was my father. I politely tried to evade the question as I did not feel it appropriate.But, the man didn't seem too much interested in my answer. He was sure that I would tell a doctor, engineer or civil servant for an answer.He then started his usual mumbling. I wanted to know why he had asked such a question so I casually asked him  if he had any children and what do they do. I thought maybe he wanted a job for his kids.

He said that he had four kids two sons and two daughters. While his sons were still young and in college, his daughters were working. Of all the answers of where his daughter's were working, the answer which he gave was the least expected. He said his daughter's were well educated and were lecturers in a leading private college. I was pleasantly surprised. But the old man was not very happy. He observed that all this education and professional success has not been of much help in finding a suitable groom for his daughters.

While dowry and lack of good looks is what I expected to be the reasons for this. I was shocked when I heard the actual reason. It was his profession which prevented grooms from marrying his daughters.His being an auto driver was the reason for rejection of  several marriage proposals. But I was consoled when the driver said that he will never give his daughter's hand in marriage to a man who is so shallow that he fails to recognize the worth of a diamond and thinks it to be a stone just because it comes from a dark and dingy mine.

That day I considered myself very lucky for having met such a man who refuses to give up on his ideals even when the society belittles him. A man who in spite of his meager earning believes in imparting knowledge to his children without any gender bias and our society fails to recognise such a man. It only discourages his attempt further by failing to accept his children's success.I felt ashamed of myself as I belong to that society too.

When will we learn to judge a man, 
Not by his clothes but by what he can.
Whatever maybe the job he does,
If it harms none , then why the fuss.
Accept one for the heart he possess,
Fall not for the money excess.

One for the road... not anymore ..

The time has come to bid farewell to another year. The time for parties, music and all things good . It is also the time to spot old friends, gossip about party stoppers and spot party blooper. But new year evokes mixed feelings in me.

 I dread to open the newspaper on new-year's day. The yearly horoscope predictions, the latest fashion trends and the resolutions of some film-stars are reasons enough to stay from the papers. But, personally for me the major reason is the number of accidents that would have occurred on the new year eve. Majority of them being drunken driving cases. I shudder to think of the agony the loved ones of the victims face.

All this is because we youngsters have failed to understand the meaning of celebrations. When will we realize that there is more to life than enjoying a single day and keeping our loved ones in pain and agony for rest of their lives. Momentary excitement and rage for us results in permanent misery for the ones who love us.

I guess the phrase "one for the road" has been taken a tad too seriously by my friends out there. It certainly doesn't mean another bottle of beer for the drive back home. Even if it meant that, not anymore. Times have changed and caution is the mantra to live. It might sound primitive but most important things like the earth, sea, mom's love and friend's pranks do not change.So you cannot afford to lose all these for an extra bottle of booze.

Parties and special occasions are to be remembered and cherished. They are definitely not be drained in bottles of beer and vodka. An occasional drink with family and friends cannot be denied. But then, driving and drinking are definitely a deadly combination literally and figuratively. When one thing is in progress the other has to stay wait. Multi-tasking here is a definite no-no .So, for the benefit of society and ourselves it would be better if we kept them apart. Work hard, party harder and drive the safest.

Hope to meet my friends intact when I go back after holidays 
All my hard-work of writing this, hope it pays
Gives me no happiness to dole out advice 
But then I don't want to lose you guys
This party we will enjoy to the core 
But One for the road not anymore ...

The pleasure of doing nothing!!

The title itself might evoke a great sense of pleasure in most of our minds. The thought of not doing anything seems as the best gift one could receive.But, in practicality "the not doing anything part" can occur only when we are in perennial slumber.The 1.3 kg grey matter in our head loves to work, if not given proper work it will work towards mischief, but will work nevertheless.

Why is that not doing anything brings about the most pleasant emotions in us? Is it the fear of committing a mistake when we attempt anything,or is it the fear of being judged, or maybe not knowing what to do or plain procrastination. Whatever be the reason we give it is clear that we cherish the moments of nothingness we manage to get.

The work pressure, long grueling schedules, extra classes, multi tasking and all the related evils of this fast forward living gives us very little time for ourselves.The challenging part is how do we get the pleasure we all cherish while living the way we like to live.

For example take the case of the leftover loaf of bread in your refrigerator. You aren't doing anything while giving it to that old lady down the road,on your way to office.You are not doing anything by dropping your dad to visit his friend while you're off for some work. When you smile at your old watchman you aren't doing anything again.

But, there is pleasure in all these activities. A small difference is that the pleasure is felt by the other party. When you realize that your most insignificant things mean a lot to the people around you the pleasure can be mutual.We all must have used the phrase "Its nothing at all!!" while in practicality we would have slogged our guts out for that work. But, for things which don't require any effort at all why do we feel as if we've done some thing really great.

The pleasure of doing nothing can be ours every day, every hour but somehow we don't give it  a chance.
If not doing anything translates to sitting on the couch and watching the reruns of some stupid show. All I can say is please google to find out how many parts of your body are involved in that activity.

Give life a chance sometimes to give you certain pleasures... These are your invaluable treasures....

Choti Si Asha - just a little hope!!!

Communal clashes, bus accidents, rape, political drama , and what not. The newspaper today is spoilt for such news.Then India wins a match and the mood is back on track. I am willing to forget people killing each other over measly issues.But, something which seizes to go away from my memory is people killing themselves. The thought evokes mixed feelings in me.The most prominent ones being anger, empathy and helplessness.

Anger for the ones who commit suicide, empathy for their loved ones and helplessness for myself.If only I could have stopped them for making such a foolish investment by spending all their love, care and concern

Most of the people end their lives just like that.Little do they realize that, in that bargain they murder many others. The important ones being their parents, siblings, friends and teachers. The guilt in the minds of those left behind is enough to ruin their lives. The guilt of not stopping them .The guilt of not being able to sense something amiss.The feeling of guilt without actually being guilty is the one shot murder weapon which the people who commit suicide use for their loved ones.

I seriously wonder if this was such a best option, then the whole world would have been human-less. Then, again who are they to take away something which is not even partly theirs except the fifty or sixty kgs which they carry and prance about. Their looks, education, upbringing and finally their suicide weapon is also from someone else's hardwork ,dreams and love. The reasons are the most frivolous to say the least. A failed test,a 3 month old affair or a minor conflict at home.

Well, all of us who are reading it might have faced these issues has well. But we never dream t of running for the nearest well, or sleeping pills or a knife. We let it pass. Well, we all live with a small component called "HOPE- ASHA". The thing which drives us to face each day with its share of obstacles. The Hope with which our parents bring us up. The hope with which our teachers train us to become future leaders. The "Hope Fairy " which showed me light to pass sixth standard still helps me each day. It definitely takes different forms of 'my mom, my dad, gardener, doggy etc but then it shines through nevertheless

I know this is not going to drive sense into heads which cannot sense the agony of their loved ones. But, this is my attempt for keeping the "hope fairy" alive. I am relieved of my guilt of not making an attempt to do something.

Hoping for a day which can bring happiness to each kind heart and smile to worthy lips. this is a little hope which I have. "choti si asha.."

The joy of small things

The most overused phrase most of our parents quote when we demand for something new or throw a tantrum is "realize the importance of what you have, it might not be long before you lose it". Like most of the youngsters I cringed my face too and ran out at the next possible chance.This phrase I thought was not for ambitious people like me (sic).It was a phrase to be used when your are nearing your fifties and have achieved most of what you've desired for.It is easier to talk about the unfortunate children of some remote drought ridden country from the comforts of your living room and so is talking of these things at fifty.

But, even we accept the fact that nothing is constant in our lives and for that matter even life is also numbered. In such a case wouldn't it be wise to take a few minutes to enjoy the few small things which give us immense pleasure? The saddest part is most of these things are noticed only after they have ceased to exist. Surprising! well .. this is the irony and the most cliched thing about our fast forward existence. Subtle, simple and sober things fail to catch our eye.But even surprising is the fact that their absence is definitely felt.

It might be as small as the little girl next door who waives good bye every time you go out for office. You are too busy to waive back most of the times.But then one day you realize that she is not there waiving at you. Her father's transfer had taken her to another state and you might not see her again. Then you regret not having said a final good-bye.It might be the rose plant in your balcony with its lovely red rose which greets you every morning. You failed to notice it today. There will be another rose tomorrow but definitely not the one which was there the other day.

The last meal you had from your old cook's hand and you left it unfinished as you had to catch your flight to go abroad.You regret it when you are eating the not so delicious food you prepared.The huge banyan tree around the corner which was there since you were a kid, but today it has been uprooted to facilitate road widening. You ignored its presence but miss its absence.

So, next time your mom gives you your favorite dish or your dad a simple 100 bucks note savour it  completely. The twinkle in the kids eye when you offer a chocolate, take a few moments to enjoy the scene.
Take a few minutes to laugh at the same joke you laughed as a kid. Don't forget to take a few moments to glance at your old school. Never forget to meet your friend for your poker game. These are the things you enjoy the most.Your expensive taquire or gucci cannot give you the same pleasure as the old watch you bargained and got for half the price in a local market.

I don't deny the prestige the society gives you when you come in designer ensemble.But, life as a whole is all about moments and memories. Never dismiss the joy, small things in life offer. When you appreciate a lot of other small things never forget to commend yourself for the small good deeds you did.

Take a second more to acknowledge the handsome or pretty person staring at you from the mirror

                                  ignore it and there you've created the worst error ever

I wanna eat too...

Hay you there, who stole a piece of my pie
It reeks of my blood and my child's earnest cry
I'm  source of your income and whom your guards shoo
I am a common man and I wanna eat too

Hay you there who mints money on my soul
It stinks of my cries and the curses galore
I'm reason for your growth, but for share I never sue
I am your mistress and I wanna eat too

Hay you there who thrives on my hardwork
It gives you power and an ample amount of perk
I'm the cause for your new car not one but two
I am your subordinate and I wanna eat too

Hay you there who robbed me of my childhood
It is a loot , return ,you never could
I'm the reason for your accolades new
I am a street child and I wanna eat too

Hay you there who made me doubt my choice
It is shocking to understand your malice
I'm the reason for the destiny you drew
I am god and I wanna eat  YOU too

Why are fairness creams doing such good business???

The trend had subsided and now it is back again.The obsession for a fair complexion has returned with a bang or should I say a blow. The marriage bureau advertisements scream about how a handsome guy with a good salary is on the lookout for a fair girl. The trend has caught up with the boy brigade as well. I believe the fairness cream makers have conveniently forgotten the dark and handsome tag and have changed it to fair and handsome.

Well, the obsession is not only restricted to the southern part of the subcontinent but it is very much prevalent in the northern areas too.The west is in the quest of a tan and here people want to get their inherently brown skin bleached.The marriage business is a different story altogether.

But, what makes me wonder, is the fact that though majority of the young population knows that the melanin content can never be reduced then why are they lured by the creams.Well, there can be a lot of explanations to this. The most prominent one being the guilt to cover the grey areas of ones life using this external fairness aid .It might sound philosophical but then, it is a common phenomenon which goes unnoticed. for example the boy tries to hide his chauvinistic heart by getting pretty or rather a Fair face.The girl tries to cover her evil intentions with a lovely face.

But, I'm left to wonder again  if beauty is just skin deep. Having a pretty face is all that is needed to win this world? The world has become so artificial as such and these products only add to that misery.I don't have anything against the multinational giants who market these products. It just reminds me once again the hollowness of human existence.

Well how much ever you are successful in whitening your face ..there are few things like your heart , stomach and something  down below which will remain dark nevertheless...

P.S : You also run a serious risk of missing out on the sultry sirens and dark dudes so BEWARE....

Single handed species of Homo sapiens

It is a known fact that all the species on earth constantly evolve.Each time a transformation takes place a few unnecessary body parts are left out or a few additions which are needed are included.Of lately the human race has evolved too.Though the body parts remain the same their utility seems to be minimized.The human body has always had a pair of hands. They proved to be utilitarian time and again for doing a variety of activities as intended.But of lately only one arm seems to be of use.The other arm when not itching and scratching the family jewels, is always busy with the iphone, tablet, blackberry, blueberry and god knows what.

Nowadays, I come across so many people for whom their new mobile seems to be the latest arm-candy. The erstwhile arm candies like girlfriends, boyfriends, Pomeranian, etc have been shifted to the left side as the right hand is busy with the mobile. The lady with her infant in the pram,the guy with his reference books, the girl with the manicured nails, the uncle with the walking stick in one hand, the aunty at the marriage function with her huge clutch, everyone had the same problem. They were struggling to do the activities they were doing as they had to do everything with one hand .As the other hand was busy with their priced possession.

The case is even worse, in the case of touch screen mobiles when a game is in progress. In that case both the hands are busy and help is required even to grab a bite or give a high-phi. But, there is a solution for that too. The bite is taken from someone else's hand and hi-phi is done with the leg. I'm left to wonder what else can be done with a single arm.It also reminds me of the other scenario when the people in the above cases couldn't achieve what they desired to do.The lady almost ran the pram into a car parked nearby, the guy left with a twisted ankle and a few bruises, the girl broke her nail and her wrist when she rammed into the boutique door, the uncle is on bed for 6 weeks and aunty has said good bye to her kitty parties for a good 2 months.

All these incidents are more than reminders to the evil we have brought upon ourselves.Technology should help in making our lives simpler not harder.What was once regarded as a boon to mankind has unleashed its malevolent side.It has finally made us its slave. 

But even alarming is the fact that though we realise the damages it causes, we are not willing to blame the mobile.Our invention has become so dear to us that we are okay even if it results in few deformities in God's invention(us). When man has learned to survive in many a difficult situations, it will not be long before he devises a remedy for this too. But, till then the catastrope that follows is going to be a fearsome one .

girl: are you coming home for dinner
boy: in ten minutes
girl : you with your blackberry again??
boy: sorry honey...but i know you will understand ..till I come apple is there na..
girl: but he s much better...
boy: im at the door....

SAME SAME ..BUT DIFFERENT

One heart, two kidneys,  a pair of lungs, a1.3kg mass in the uppermost part of the body, an elastic expanding giant bag which craves for food and the result of all the evil and of course a great lot of nerves, bones and blood vessels.Inspite of having so many essentials in common why is the homosapien race still different???Is it the geographical demarcation, the extra melanin content of the skin or merely the nasty notion people possess that they simply dropped down from heaven or hell or whatever.

 Now, I'm completely aware of the fact that each person is unique. Each one with an exclusive set of skills can rule the world and the like.I would like to limit my differences to the physical appearance alone and continue my opinion. As for  MAN(or woman ) as a whole,  at-least for the next fifty years of my  life I wouldn't be eligible to discuss.

 Racial discrimination was a thing of the past (or so I felt). It was cast so deeply in our minds I didn't realize. I would restrict my observation to the subcontinent alone, I'm familiar with. In this technology of apples and black berries which no longer refer to the fruits of the same name it is appalling to realize that we need things as silly as the complexion to form a bias towards a person.All the more scandalous is the fact that an accidental reference to a certain region invokes such a prejudiced response.

I remember how one of my acquaintance squeaked in horror when someone referred her to be of that particular region as she was fluent in that particular language.The most outrageous part was when she retorted by saying that "she was not as dark as a southie". Now, I realize that it is no wonder people stare at us when we travel abroad. When in one country there is so much distortion and fuss over such a miniscule issue, when the distance increases the differentiation is bound to swell as well.

This again makes me appreciate our friends with five senses who in spite of a  missing sense seem to be far more well behaved and cultured than the two legged apes. Of what use is technology which boasts of connecting people when it cannot merely disconnect the distortion in their senses

United we stand was the slogan
Didn't realise it was actually "united are we only when we are of the same colour, religion, caste, creed, subcast,region ..........

I am a Smoker too

 To cigarette,

I do not enjoy the pleasure of holding you nimbly between my fingers,
But where ever I go your presence lingers.
I long neither for a blissful drag nor for your puffy rings,
But I cringe whenever  the breeze it brings.
I wish not for lungs with coal and tar,
But there is none whom your presence can mar.
I know you burn yourself too,
But why should I when there is better work to do.
I bear not to see your damage it cause,
But.when I think it could be me, I pause.
I know you warn everyone,
But a pity, it is ignored without pun.
I have friends who can give me their lives,
But, you are there as a two edged knife.
I can put my best to save them from you,
But I'm not sure how far it can be true.
I realize the ill effects your company it brings,
But an alarm bell in mind it now rings.
I thought I'll be safe if I spare the puff,
But alas I have failed with a big huff.
I felt you killed the smoker without clemency,
But now I realize you give the bystander no leniency.
I need to hurry I have many a work to do,

But I can never  be sure of completion cause I am a smoker too.

Yours truly
Passive smoker.

My Dear Pillow

The soft touch of your superior quality felt, soothes my tired nerves.One tight  hug and my worries for the day are gone.As I snuggle to you I'm transported  to a fairy world for long. My dear pillow you have been an integral part of my life and of many others.Like many other important things which are taken for granted in life,you were ignored too.But today, I'm going to make amends and give you the due respect and recognition you deserve.This is in your honour.

You have been my solace in many tumulus times .You have been a constant supporter of all my whimsical dreams and fancies.All my little secrets are stored snugly in your belly.You were bathed in my tears of sorrow and pain.When anyone gives me credit for any of my work that credit is to you too. If I didn't have your pleasant company how would I have been able to imagine such wonderful  things.If it wasn't for your such soft comfort I wouldn't have got such lovely ideas and dreams

Life is everything but smooth.For such a tiring journey, one requires ample rest and my friend without how would I have been able to face this big, bad world each day.You have never complained when I vented all my frustration at you. You silently bore all my kicks and blows. You were a part of all the pillow fights with my sister and friends.It was fun for us, but it must have been tiresome to you. but you didn't complain.

You are always ready to be shared, kicked and thrown off. There was an instant when you were nearly ripped off. I was scared that  maybe I had to part with you. But,then with some stitches and patches you were back again to my bedside. I missed you like hell when I had to go trekking to some far off place in the Nilgiris. But all my fatigue vanished when I laid my head on you after 48 hours.

You have been my constant companion in all these years. You will always have a special place both in my bed and in my heart.


P.S : That my friends, was my letter dedicated to my pillow. The pillow might not be able to decipher whatever I wrote.But, then I am feeling good and rejuvenated. It might be your friend, parents or bike, let them know that how much they matter to you. Living people may laugh it off and non- living things might not respond. But you will feel utter bliss.This will be an enriching experince to you. Your senses will feel energized and refreshed.And you never know you might not have another chance to let them know how much you care for them.Go grab this opportunity. It will definitely be rewarding.

And nature spas and clinics feel they are the ones who can provide you such an experience.. ;)

What is your price????

Like any other girl around the world, I grew up listening to stories of my prince charming.My knight in shining armour who would come, win me over and take me to his palace.The beautiful gardens,the blissful lakes and the serene surroundings were a constant fixture in my dreams.As I grew up, I realized that all was not as hunky dory as I thought it to be.Reality was not even a faint hint of the stories, which I grew up listening to.

A knight would definitely come, but only when I would bare the expense of his horse.He would take me to exotic locations, provided my Dad paid the air tickets and hotel bills.We would have a lovely home but only if it comes as part of my dowry.

Welcome to the world of  hypocrites!

We are living in the twenty first century. The age of technology, development and progress.We boast of the numerous advancements of medicine,science and art.But, in the humanities department we are yet to open our account.Now, though I have my issues with the government, I don't blame them in this regard, as they have made the needful laws against the practice of Dowry. All my grievances are addressed to the numerous wannabe suitors out there, who in spite of their foreign degrees and seven figure salaries, don't think twice before making their prospective in-laws  go bankrupt.

In their quest for knowledge , the young men today, seem to have left their common sense behind. I don't intend to be rude,but I find no other reason which could justify their hefty price tags. The most appalling aspect of the whole deal is that there isn't even a hint of remorse for their actions

I'm not here to make anyone realize their mistakes or misdeeds.I am just replying on behalf of my sisterhood out there who are dying to get their voices heard.

My Dear Suitor,

Riding on a horse I dream t you'll come my way,
not the least clue, that would be my dad's pay.
your finery was the best you could find,
the glitter of your jewels to make one go blind.
massive feast and your attitude callous,
results of my tattered palace.
thought love and care was all you need,
affection and concern couldn't suffice your greed.
wanted money more than your pocket's hold,
traded yourself for your weight in  gold.
sorry honey! I'm not you preferred one,
cause I believe not in buying trash by the ton!


Hay you there, who approached me thrice ..my dear suitor what is your price??

Degrading courtesies

The memories of that day are still fresh in my mind when my mom reprimanded me for not calling my watchman .."uncle". The other day as I was taking a stroll in my neighborhood, I saw a similar scene to the one in my childhood, just the script of the characters were slightly changed. The kid was a kindergarten student from one of the many international schools in the city. He was yelling at the watchman for not helping him with his bag while his mother proudly watched on from a distance of about 5 yards. Though amusing initially, the incident left me slightly disturbed.I expected the mother to correct the kid for his rude behaviour and tell him to speak to elders in a polite way. But, the lady in question was so blinded by her son's mischief that all she could do was to gift him a chocolate and applaud him for his amazing way of asking for help.     

The child, no doubt would be good in his studies and get into a very big software firm.But when he yells the same way at his girl as he did to the watchman will the young lady put up with his unruly behaviour.In our quest to master many a science are we leaving behind the essential courtesies which are the footprints of education??

Man is distinguished for apes by his behaviour,
the evolution is going back oh! my saviour!
To greet a teacher, the students stand,
in the world of internet, it is banned
Farm to fork as they say,
reduced to "hands at work"(pizza) with gay.
Inviting your friends home was good,
farmville invitation is now all you could.
Courting has been the key to life,
saying sorry is forgotten even to your wife.
Said someone all good things end they meet,
Changing courtesies-the new trend is today's tweet.

What is the perfect SIZE?

The four lettered word which managed to evoke maximum attention in the year gone by, apart from the revered LOVE and the most preferred cuss word,  is SIZE .The size bracket in most of the stores and homes is XS, S, M, L, XL,XXL. Personally, for most of the mere mortals the first two sizes are a dream, the next two hardwork and the last two sizes reality. Does perfect size relate to the vital stats alone??? Cant the other things which differentiates us from apes be right sized ???So,somewhere in between we might as well assume that there is a size which has to be perfect in all terms.So, what is the perfect size???

We can somehow fix the right size for the waist, chest ,biceps ,thighs etc, but what about other menial things which also affect us in their own small ways like love, compassion, hatred,jealousy, concern,care and the others.Though we have grown up with worlds like immeasurable love, infinite care and selfless concern , a look at cases of obsessive love and meaningless hatred raises a question in my mind. Can we right size our emotions?

The perfect wardrobe will have all the essentials in tailor made precision.Should a perfect life have a balance of the emotions as well.If emotions cannot be measured and controlled why would personality management companies be doing such good business.

So here is my shot at the perfect size of many things which make life worth living

• LOVE        XXL
• COMPASSION  XXL
• HATRED XS
• JEALOUSY XS 
• CONCERN XL
• CARE XL
• GRATITUDE XXL 

You might have noticed that in my wish list too, the sizes are mostly extreme.This is a gentle reminder to all of us that most of the perfect sizes are not so perfect after all. 

It is this imperfection which makes all of us special in our own ways.

Tailor made emotions will always remain a dream.But what about the things which are not stitched to perfection but deliver extraordinary results??  I am an ardent admirer of the sensuous six yards of cloth .Draped in so many styles across India , but the end result is always the same- THE WEARER LOOKS LIKE A DREAM. We are good people too.Let not the scissors of hatred and jealousy destroy our well spun care and concern.

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The Prey and The Predator

 The prey and the predator relationship denotes the evolution of life.It is most important part of the food chain.The prey usually a comparatively smaller animal is killed to satiate the hunger of the predator.Usually the prey and predator are known.Before you remember your biology class ...let me clarify that these thoughts came to me when I was leafing through today's news paper.

The mode of operation of each animal is well known. For example a lion hunts for its prey only when it is hungry. Same is the story in case of most of the animals. But when it comes to the modus operandi of the most evolved species of the evolution chart -the Homosapien you never seem to know when and how the attack is going to be and by whom

 
In this "civilised world" as we would  like to call it why the display of barbaric atrocities are becoming common.The best part is one cannot guess who is going to be their predator..it might be anyone.

Starting from the seemingly harmless milkman who stares just above your mid-riff , your boss who tries to undress you mentally, or the uncle down the lane who never gets tired of coming to say "Hi" at the most inappropriate time.

These instances are subtle examples for the truth is worse by many folds.

Why is the female considered as the weaker gender in homosapien species alone?
Why am I the PREY  .......
Why should I be the one carrying a pepper spray?
The female and male in almost all the animals share a HUMANE relationship.
then why the two legged beast alone is a BARBARIC whimp.
Can the law mend the unseen strain?
Can it reduce the recurring pain?
When will my world be without fear
when will enter I the heaven of freedom here.......


The cries are many ...when will they be heard ...when will my predator turn VEGAN.....