Mother Nature...!!

I wake up in the morning

To the melody of birds very dear,

And wonder where I would be in future

And would there be birds chirping any near.

I walk down the lane in summer

Thanking trees for their pleasant shade,

And wonder what will happen later

For I know the greenery is soon going to fade.

I, in eve, stroll through the park

Breathing air so fresh and pure,

And shiver when I think of my children

With oxygen on their backs for sure.

I walk alone, tired and timid

And see daisies dance my way,

Comes relaxing smile and then a frown

Perplexed, in future, will they ever sway.

I sit beside a blue bright lake

And see fishes swim hence and forth,

Their radiant colours compels me to think

When will we realise their worth.

This planet is not a gift my friend

We’ve borrowed it from future generations,

Let’s keep it clean and save the green

And preserve and repair all imperfections.

Let’s all come together and all come along

And revere our Mother Nature,

Come lend some hands and plant some trees

And ensure a better future.

Should Inhumane Treatment Be Legalized For National security?

Today ,I am here with two quotes on me...

The 1st one by Albert Pike which says,“Above all things let us never forget that mankind constitutes one great brotherhood; all born to encounter suffering and sorrow, and therefore bound to sympathize with each other”

And the other one.. i'll reveal after a moment.. once i have metioned the quote...

here it goes...

''I, was forced to run and crawl bare feet on sharp gravel stone''

''I, was made to carry 80kgs of stone on my shoulder and walk up and down the stairs while getting beaten at the same time''

''I was allowed to go to washroom ONLY once in 24 hours''

''I was beaten by the handle of the pistol on my mouth which fractured my 12 teeth''

''I was kept in a small room suffocated with smoke....... ''

This....is the oral statement by Mr Hussien Osman, an Oromo national, in the 45th UN committee on 2nd november, 2010

And arguably and undoubtedly are true...

With this, people advocating 'anything and everything' for the name sake of national security went numb. The old belief that harsh behaviour towards a criminal can change him..was shattered..

It is said that there are two levers to set a man in motion : fear and self interest. criminals cannot be justified on basis of self interest so fear is used as a weapon for the same.. If you tend to think logically and more on practical grounds using inhumane acts as weapons against crime and criminals wil only lead to violation of the human rights. It will deliberately inflict pain and suffering to the concerned

Father of our nation, Mahatma Gandhi too backed that we should hate crime and not criminals. All we need today is a crime free society to preserve and safeguard the security of our nation. and for this..the criminals are to be motivated and guided in the right pathway rather than inflicting more rage and revenge by acting inhumane towards them.

Torture is one of the most widely used inhuman act against criminals. More on the factual part,if we go through the top 10 countries with highest crime rates which includes india as well, you will find not a single country which has torture as a legalized part of law..this makes the fact, that inhuman acts are no solution to crime and threats to national security more evident.

Inhumane activities are crimes against humanity .Also inhumane practices like denial of food, physical abuse, sexual assault, torture, imprisonment, mental harm are against our moral values and human tendency. I strongly believe that inhumane acts and practices shud not be permissible..be it for national security or any other reasons Those who condone such practices not only are acting unconstitutionally but undermine the moral foundation upon which this nation was founded.

A crime free society by practicing values like unity, integrity, brotherhood and love are the things .. ..: necessary for national security...today, tomorrow, ever and forever

Marital rape.

As the government came up with new provision of 'marital rape' as a crime under the proposed new law for 'rape and sexual assault', women thought of themselves being securer. How ironical is the situation : the law safeguarding women from the same person who has been credited the title of her protector by the society.

Marital rape, also known as spousal rape, is a common form of domestic violence on women which nearly 75% of women go through. It is nothing but forcing a woman into sex without her consent by her husband. Earlier there were no laws to penalize such husbands for forced sex but very soon men may find themselves behind bars if their wives lodged a complaint. On one hand as the women section accepted this proposal of law with a brimming smile, there was a big NO from the male gentry. This difference of reactions clearly indicates the 'still orthodox' mentality of the male dominant society in India where no longer is a woman less than a man in any aspect. In the era of 'jaago re', not does only marital rape not exist as a crime in our legislation, it does not even exist as one in our imagination...it really compels one to say ' jaago re'. A woman has no legal recourse if she is raped by her husband : shameful...!!!!

What constitutes marital rape? (courtesy : aurangjeb haneef) It is always defined as marital rape when a husband forces his wife to have sex or perform sexual acts against her will. It is marital rape when a man tries to punish, humiliate, degrade and retaliate against his wife using sex as the tool of violence. It is still marital rape when the force may be more restrained, just enough to gain sexual access, but not enough to cause severe injury. The rape motivated by a desire to assert power, establish control, teach a lesson, show who is boss. It is still marital rape if a woman does not resist anymore. Many times, the woman has never considered that she had a right to say 'NO'. She is taught that she is not entitled to voice her desire or lack of it. She is taught to take abuse and accept force. To the extent that some women accept violence accompanying sex as the norm.

With changing society's thinking and ideology; with government coming with new protective measures and laws to check this and the most important of all, with women realizing their rights and powers, one can expect this crime to lessen and eventually come to an end in the near future. All women need to do is command respect and men, they just need to give their wives the respect they command.

RAPE IS RAPE...NO EXCUSE. HUSBANDS CANNOT HAVE IMMUNITY FOR THAT. STAND UP, BE STRONG...SUE FOR IT.

Early to bed.......naaah..!!!!!

FATHER ‘I’ THANK THEE FOR THE NIGHT...

But not for the EARLY morning light.

I am a late riser. Every night I love staying up late and every morning I realise it to be a bad idea. I promise myself silently to be in bed on time and rise up early the next morning but neither that night comes and nor the morning. At the cost of repeating myself I promise myself again but the story remains the same. Early morning you remove my blanket and you are dead.

ONCE, on a very usual night, when I was still a school goer I managed to finish all my works on time and somehow kept myself away from late night orkutting. I was so very happy. Finally I had taken a step towards my every morning’s promise which was yet unkempt but the day had finally arrived when I was about to keep my words. I went to bed at around 11pm and smiled within for my new achieved success. I again promised myself to be up early and do some early morning studies.

Time passed slowly and I was still awake. How on earth can a habit change so abruptly? I reassured myself that it will take time and I will be successful in my attempts one day. It was 11.30 and I was awake. The clock stroked 12 and yes, I was awake. 12.30, awake. But gradually sleep entered my eyes and they began closing. Yes..!! Finally I was sleepy. I was going to sleep. I was going to sleeeeep. I waaas goinggg to sleeeeee......p. I had slept. As I sunk into a deep sleep I saw my Hindi teacher with a whip in her hands asking for my assignment. I was standing numb and my mind worked at a great speed trying to figure out an excuse for my pending work. I was busy thinking of a reason when she slapped me hard and I woke up startled. Thanks God it was a dream. But wait, had I done my assignment. My mind raced back to the previous class when the teacher had assigned us work and I could not think of myself doing it that night. This meant my work was I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E. It was 2am and I realised I had to submit that assignment tomorrow morning, by hook or by crook. GOSH.!!

I switched on the lights, searched for my books and started with my assignment. It was a tormenting series of questions based on some Dohas in some ‘illegible’ language. I tried hard to decipher the meanings. It was 4am, the world outside was quiet and asleep and here I was struck with Rahim and his creations, struggling hard to complete the work. Time passed slowly and my hands moved as fast as they could. Finally I had done it. Yiiippyyyy. I HAD DONE IT. It was 5.30 and I just had 2 hours to sleep. I immediately jumped back into my bed when I realised the lights were still on. Grrrr..!! I swiftly moved to the switchboard, put off the lights and got into my bed. Few seconds passed by and I was THIRSTY. Damn this thirst. Initially I ignored it and tried to sleep but the fact here lies is the more you try to ignore a fact the more you are bound to be attracted towards it. Finally I decided to quench my thirst before I sleep. I hurriedly had a glass of water and went back to my bed without wasting even a second. Aaahh..!! Finally. Now all I could hear was the tick tick of the clock which had just stricken 6.

I tried closing my eyes and sleep for the remaining few hours. I had just sunk into a mild sleep when my mobile vibrated. It was a call from my SWEET friend who did not seem sweet to me right now. She was struck with one of the Dohas and wanted me to interpret its meaning for her. Well, after again a short meeting with Rahim ji I was back in my bed.

6.30am : one hour to go. I desperately wanted to SLEEP. My eyelashes seemed heavy and went on being heavier with each passing minute. I gradually fell asleep. After God-knows-how-many-minutes I heard some kind of noise, more annoying than my alarm clock and I opened one of my eyes to take the toll of what exactly was happening. It was my younger brother yelling at me to get up as he needed help with his Physics graphs. Refusing him meant my mother getting upset at me and a long lecture on family values and ethics. I opted for the former one and helped him out with his graphs. And now it was time for me to be up, the clock did not realise I was already up and the alarm went on at top frequency adding salt to my wound.

It was this day when I realised that it wasn’t I who was responsible for being up late but it was the way I was meant to be. I was meant to be a late sleeper and eventually a late riser. And this is clearly perceptible from the fact that its 2am now and I am still up penning down the memories of the night when ‘I was enlightened by the Almighty.’

And I know you must be dying to know what appreciations I got for completing my work on time. So here it goes: my Hindi teacher had fallen ill the other night and was on leave for 3 days. ^_^ L L

Amity redefined...

AMITY : tracing back its origin from French, a word meaning friendship or harmony between individual or groups, is just very apt to define the ambiance of the Amity University campus.

First day in the campus, with hearts racing thousands time faster than normal we made our way through the huge campus to our college. Terms like ragging and seniors were haunting us and it was not until when we were greeted by our seniors in a very very friendly and cordial manner we breathed a sigh of relief. AMITY IS A RAGGING FREE CAMPUS said the large sign-boards all along the campus, en-route to our college, still we felt the chances of being ragged every now and then. But our lovely seniors and their extremely subtle approach towards us made us comfortable and it was no sooner that we found ourselves enjoying in their company, learning new things about the university and laughing out loud on their experiences. A problem here and we had a whole lot of them to solve them for us. Things were even better as we had the loveliest faculty with us...for us.

Just one year at Amity and it has already begun feeling like a second home where most of the day hours are spent. A perfect set of faculty, lovely classmates, batch mates and beautiful people all around, fully air conditioned classrooms, cafeterias and not to forget the mini-mall of our campus- the H-block which accommodates a Domino's outlet, a cafe coffee day, Tekson's bookshop, P3 stationary center, a departmental store, a new dosa plaza, ice-cream outlet, Amul outlet and a L'oreal's unisex parlour just to name a few are some of the things that have contributed a lot towards building of a bond with Amity.

Now it's almost time for a fresh new batch to join the campus as we eagerly wait to welcome them. The preparations are at their best and the excitement is soaring high. Faculty are trying every possible mean to make the freshers adjust well to the new atmosphere and we, just seniors, are all set to help them out at of any problems or unfavorings situations.

We got a very warm welcome to the campus last year and we promise to extend the same to the freshers.... We welcome you dear juniors and would love to co-operate with you. Hoping to seeing you all soon on campus...

-your friend and guide

: SENIORS :

: Difference :

With reference to my previous work covering the special relationship between a father and his daughter I would like to share a story I came across somewhere, which is etched deep down my memory ...

Tried my best to locate the author for permission but could not.

The story goes as :

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was scared and thus asked his little daughter, " Dear, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The girl said " no dad, you hold my hand." "What's the difference dear?' asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference dad," said the girl, "if I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."

The moral that followed was : hold the hand of the person you love rather than expecting him to hold yours.

But what captured my attention was the trust the girl had in her father..a relation full of love, care, affection and friendship.

Daddy’s Gal...

Is there a secret connection between daddies and their little darlings..? Certainly there is. Daughters share a special rapport with their dads, the shining example being my lovely relation with my papa. My papa is my dude, my hero. He plays the most important role in my life on the counts of achieving academic success, sharing my awards and failures, dealing with people in authority (this includes being able to express anger comfortably), being able to accept challenges and also building trusting relationships with men. He is there with me, beside me in every stage of my life, holding my hands tightly assuring me he’ll never let it go...and I am the safest with papa around me. I love having him on the back seat of my ‘BAKRI’...yes, that’s what he calls my scooty.. L

In our typical Indian society, where everyone is keen to tag your look with someone similar, the question I often come across is “kis par gayi h beti?” and before my parents can answer this I reply proudly “papa par” without giving it a second thought. Papa is the first person I share my achievements with. He’s my friend, my philosopher, my guide, my saviour, my protector...he’s my superhero. When home, I spend most of my time with him, be it going to the daily market for vegetables or buying paint for our new house. One more thing that we enjoy together is IRRITATING MUMMY BY OUR ACTS. But that doesn’t means we love her any less, it’s all for sheer fun. I love dancing with him and he enjoys disturbing my sleep by his whole kind of antique stuffs like placing an ice cube above my net or applying his shaving cream all over my face only to ask whether the shirt he’s wearing is going perfectly with his pants or not.

With me staying away in a hostel he is the one I talk to whenever I want to be home without holidays and the reply always is “aa jao beta” unlike mumma who is always like “abhi na 1 mahine pehle aayi thi...”.Sometimes he tries to be strict, but all it takes is a teardrop here and a whine there and all discipline goes down the drain. If it had been a son, he’d tell him to shut up, but there’s something about a father and his little girl (that’s me off course) that won’t let it happen.

P.S. : He’s the one who’s been editing my articles since I have started writing, probably this being the 1^st one which goes without his editing. Love you loads papa. Missing you. J L