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Random Thoughts- m i a feminist or its my respect for women

Why she suffers always I never understand. She is not any special character here, she represents the whole females. Whenever we talk dirty it’s about girls, when we saw a girl and she expose herself intentially or unintentionally the first thought  Which come in our mind is fuck this bitch. When a man has too many girls around people call him Stud or playboy but if a girl have too many friend she declared a slut. If a girl lives in style and live an open life we called her a whore and sometimes even without knowing just from hearing rumors by some frustrated people  We start believing she is a whore. Can any one answer why all the restriction for women there is not a single restriction for man. We can easily identify a married woman by her bindi or sindoor but why the men never wear such symbols of marriage. Why we think we are always superior then women. Why we never realize the truth that without women we are nothing. If there is no women to whom we pass our vulgar comments, which satisfy our physical and other needs. And last but the most important thing that a women gives birth to a man. Can any man ever be able to give birth, no he never then why he feels so superior? Without women there is no existence of man when we understand this that day we can say men and women are not equal but the women is much superior then man  In each and every field. We think a woman is very weak in all prospectus may its mantel or physical therefore she bear all the wrong things happen with her, it’s not right she bear all just because she is much stronger but she don’t want to loose her dear ones. If she want to protest she can do anything, just imagine this scenario every women silently protest and decide not marry with any man. Can we imagine what the condition of man at that moment. Women is always more powerful than man but he don’t want to accept this truth.

निशान

एक दिन बैठा गर्मी की दोपहर में पेड़ की छाँव के तले पलट रहा था जिंदगी के कुछ पन्ने तभी नज़र आ गया उन पन्नो के बीच एक सूखा फूल रंगत भी खो चूका था ...और खुशबू भी पर छोड़ गया था एक गुलाबी निशान मेरी जिंदगी के पन्नो पर ....

the other side

Life, more mysterious then any other mystery. Too short still too much to experience,
Always unexpected. You never guess what is coming next in your life. It’s always full with surprises, sometimes good and sometimes shocking.
Except life the most mysterious thing in life is human. You spent whole life to understand someone but at the end of time when you think you understand they show their other side.
Everyone in the world trusts in their family blindly and can do anything for them.
But when you trust them and they betray you trust that was the most shocking thing because you can’t tell anyone not even you can tell what you are experiencing and what is happening with you. At that moment you are with everyone but still all alone. You feel too much broken, you have nobody to tell your feelings, and nobody is there who hold your hand and tell you everything is going to be all right. But we all know it’s very rare to find someone who listens, who cares and who is with us in every condition, unconditionally.

Sometime life play very cruel games with us and we cannot do anything because we did nothing wrong. But it’s very difficult to tell others. Sometime we have fear of losing, sometime we can’t tell them.
When life play games we can’t do anything because it’s may be our destiny but when someone who is very close to us and we consider them as the most caring and loving hurt us. That was the most painful thing in anyone’s life. And the worst condition is that we think we are responsible for that.

People say time heals every wound but when someone hurt your soul, your self respect then…….
Can these wound heal by time, can you bring back some ones life in normal flow if their soul is killed brutally by someone who is like god for them.

I think this is the cruelest crime done by anyone. Even animals never hurt their child can we think any human can did this to their own piece of heart? It’s difficult to believe but we have examples all around us. Everyday we hear, listen or watch news about killing an unborn child, parents sell their children, family member abusing young and innocent children sexually and mentally. We always proud humans are most developed and intelligent species of earth, but I think we are crueler then anything, our minds are nothing but a dirty laboratory of dirty thoughts and deeds. We always pretend to be nice but inside some of us has a devil that destroys meaning of humanity.
I never compare anyone who did this kind of stuff with animal because animals are never be too selfish for their families, its only human who can play with lives for the cost of nothing.

We are not going upward our moral standards are going to downward with the speed of life. Even early man worships mother earth and scared famine character. They knew mother earth who give birth the whole humanity and the women have the power to bring life in this world not the man. But as we know now this is a world dominated by man and women only its dependent not it’s better half as past. We have all rules and regulations and boundaries of do’s and don’ts only for females. They are treated as animals in several places openly and in whole world secretly. Most of us think women as a helpless and dependent and someone who can’t survive without the help of MAN. But I think all man have fear of the power of female.

But it doesn’t mean that only men are responsible for this poor condition of women.
Women also have equal part in this crime. We can count on our fingers the number of females who raise their voices for the thing which happens with them. Some time they think about others, sometime about family society and stay silent. Some how supporting the crime. They think that’s the destiny of women and remain silent. Some of the female pretend to be strong but inside they were not different.
We have to support women but some times they refuse to be supported and live their whole life with a smiling face and a paining heart. Nobody will come to wake you up you have to write your destiny. When anything wrong happen with you do nothing but react and raise your voice. No body is above your self respect and soul. If you or anyone else hurting your soul and self respect and you still thinking about the reaction of society and effect of your step on you family then you are directly insult the god because you are the most precious and powerful creation of god. Don’t think about the results if you are right then god is with you forget about others. If anyone cares for you they are always support you. Don’t fears you also have the right of living your life and if anyone want to spoil it you have the right to do anything but never give up in life. Remember committing crime is bad but bearing the crime silently at cost of your life is the bigger crime. This life is precious and we have right on it more then anyone. I recall some old lines from The Mahabharata
It says “leave a family member for family’s happiness and benefits, leave a home for happiness and benefit of village, leave a village for a city and leave a city for countries’ good, leave a country for happiness of the world and leave anything when it comes to your self-respect and soul leave the whole world for your right because insulting your soul and self respect is direct insult of GOD.

This kind of articles most time written by the females. I’m a man and writing all this is looks strange. But I have questions for all when we worship goddess why we kill our unborn daughters, sexually abuse the young girls of family? Are they only pieces of useless meat or we want to prove our superiority over the one who are helpless or have respect for you? Can we imagine a life without women?
And the last and most important question “Can you survive in A world without women?”

Nawab ki duniya-ii

Taqreeban do maheene ho gaye apne nawab se mile hue. Akhiri baar jab mila tha to phir se milne ka vaada kiya tha aur main us malang k evade ko sach maan baitha aur uska intzaar karta raha.
Par kahte hai na ki jiska intzaar karo woh kabhi nahi aata aur jab aane ki aas chhod do to achanak bina kisi chetavani kea a dhamkta hai .
To yahi baat mere sath bhi hui, aaj jab aise hi khali baitha apne khayalon ke saath rassa-kassi kar raha tha to dekha ki apne nawab sahib sakshat sashreer mere samne khade the wo bhi mere darwaje par sar se pair tak bheege hue pani se tarbatar.
Maine poocha kya hazrat monsoon ka maza hai ye ya monsoon ki maar ?
To apni jani pehchani ada se nawab sahib ne bola are yaar monsoon ki maar to janta khati hai aur monsoon ke maze sarkaar leti hai.
To maine poocha nawab sahib na to tum janta me aate ho na hi sarkaar me to phir ye bheege balam ki tarah kyo phir rahe ho?
Kahin tumhe kisi ke pyaar ki barish ne to nahi bheega diya,
Nawab bola are apni aisi kismet kahan ki hum par pyaar ki barish ho,aur haan ye to tumne theek kaha ki sarkar ki ginati me to hum aate nahi par tumne humein janta se kyo alag kar diya?
Maine bhi usi ke andaz me jawab diya, miyaan janta ki khasiyat kya hai?
Yahi ki woh hamesha chup rahti hai, sab sahti hai aur soti rahti hai.
Aur agar kabhi galti se jag bhi jae to do-char tayer ya putle, 10-12 bus ya car,20-25 ghar dukaan jala kar apni hi sampatti jalakar apni bhadas nikal kar phir se so jati hai.
Meri is baat me nawab hanste hue bola kya baat hai yaar tum bhi meri hi raah pe nikal pade achha hai ek pagal se bhale do pagal.
To lo miyan suno meri kahani...
To hua ye ki ek din hum aise hi hamesha ki tarah raste ki dhool fank rahe the to achank dekha ki ek bhala aadmi hamari taraf aa raha tha.
“are nawab sahab aapko kaise pata chala ke wo aadmi bhala tha ya nahi?” maine kahani ke beech me hi use tokte hue kaha.
“are yaar apne liye to sab hi bhale hai, humara kya le lenge bura kar ke” nawab ne hanste hue kaha.
“Ab beech me mat tokna ab khamoshi se meri baat suno”
“ to wo bhala aadmi meri taraf aake bola kya nawab jab dekho inhi galiyon me ghoomte rahte ho, in galiyon se bahar niklo aur duniya dekho”
To maine(nawab) ne jawab diya ”are o samjhdari ke putle jab duniya ko hi nahi pata usme kya ho raha hai to mujhe kya khak pata hoga”
To wo aadmi bola ”jao zara delhi ke darshan kar aao, Hindustan ka dil kahte hai delhi ko, dil ka haal jaan loge to sab pata chal jaega”
Nawab ne jawab diya ”dekho bhai main tahra malang nawab par agar tum apne is Hindustan ko ek sharer bolte ho aur delhi ko uska dil to phir meri bhi baat sun lo. Jab is sharer ka dimag shant nahi ,hath pair kaboo me nahi to dil kya karega?”
To wo bola”are nawab ghuma phira ke nahi seedhe seedhe batao main kuch samjha nahi”
To main bola(nawab) ”dekho dil delhi hai to dimag to sar me hi hoga na aur apne is Hindustan ka sar hai jammu kashmeer aur august 47 ke baad shayad hi koi ek din hoga jis din ye dimag shant raha ho, aur rahi baat hath pair ki to ek hath to khud ko hi katne me laga hai chahe wo assam ho Bengal ya phir koi aur utter purvi rajya sab ek dusre ke tukde karna chahte hai, aur jo dusra hath hai usme kabhi dange kabhi tufaan to kabhi akaal aur kuch karne hi nahi dete, aur jo beech ka hissa hai jo Maharashtra banta hai use to pata hi nahi ki sharer me hath pair hote hai ya nahi, use to bardasht hi nahi ki is sharer ke hath ki ek bihar naam ki ungli us mahan rastra se hath milane bhi aa jae, aur bache jo pair hai wo to lagta hai sahi me patal me hi jana chahte hai na wo dil ki sunte na dimag ki woh to uttar dakshinke chakkar me hi fansi hai. Aur jis delhi naam ke dil ki tum baat kar rahe ho to uske dil me azadi ke waqt ek chota sa surakh tha jo ab ek bada s ached ban gaya hai aur us ched me andhere me rahne wale khoon choosne wale hazaron pissu ne ghar bana liya hai, wo pissu is sharer ke hark one se aate hai pahle hath jodkar panah mangte hai aur phir us sharer ko nochne me lag jate hai phir chahe wo pissu kisi bhi jati ke ho khaki wale khadi wale ya imported suit wale
Par ab jab tumne bol hi diya to tumhari ichha puri karne ko ghoom hi aate hai delhi naam ke is dil me bhi ”
To doston ab chalta hai aapka ye nawab delhi ki sair par aur delhi ki dastan agli baar.
To ye thi meri kahani nawab hanste hue bola.
Ek baar phir nawab ne hansi hansi me hi kuch chupe hue ghaav udhed diye is Hindustan naam ke sharer ke aur is sharer me khoon ki tarah bahne wale aam aadmi ke aur bhigata hua chala gaya mujhe bhi apne sath is barish me.