Justice for Asifa????

How many more deaths do you need to wake up and smell the shit? How many more lives have to be laid? before we start calling a spade a spade 

Have we lost it all.

 Every time there is some news about rape or harrassment the extent of gruesomeness increases. It’s like their setting some example. Every time I walk alone, I am lonely in dark. Some sinfull act by then comes to my mind .I go we can my knees, I just feel like running miles. So that no one can catch me

 Then why do these rapists have some good old merciful punishments( in whatsoever little cases they are named and shamed) Shouldn’t they be treated with the same knives they used on an innocent girl ?

Shouldn’t they be stoned to death?

 I want to ask to every learned person out there on what logic is a merciful death or 14 years in prison to a rapist justice to a girl killed cruely by them .

Law is blind not deaf or insensitive Then why can’t it hear all these cries?

I think twice even before breathing. Is this what you call living?

           And those of you who think it’s a relevant in doesn’t affects you let me tell you it doesn’t matters what gender subclass you are it does affects you.

You think continuously about this cruelity ,and live in constant fear that someday it may happen with you or your near here ones.

 I just have this one question why don’t we have an exemplary punishment for rapists. 

So that when next time anyone thinks about doing such an act, He goes weak in his knees, not me or any other girl .

What happened with asif was inhuman.

And people protecting those rapist are damaged beyond repair.

I have no words to  express how deeply sorry I am for Asifa.

Our system has failed her , we have failed her.

Can anyone out there tell me –

Where was this girl wrong???

What would bring her justice??

Who is responsible for this loss??

Who ensures this won’t happen again?



Even if I crack ,

Even if I break,

Or I may even shatter,

But I can act like whole .
I create gaps between,

Parts of my own self,

Not to keep them apart,

But to give them space to grow.
I fill those gaps with experiences,

I seal those gaps with lessons.
I am not afraid of being shattered,

This is unique,

This is a celebration,

Because this makes me different.

To angry ones out there.

Anger is something when you give punishment to yourself for mistakes of others .

Yes sometimes people screw you over and you feel like shouting at them and in the end you end up crying. So whenever you feel like shouting at someone just relax and think whether this thing will matter after 5 years or not .

And if it is insignificant just don’t waste your time in energy. 

Sometime it’s not anger, you are hurt sometimes .It is like you feel betrayed and cheated. It’s then when you should tell yourself that the world is full of morons and you don’t always get what you give .

Just be calm and think even if you didn’t get what you expected at least you gave it to them , and your good is bound to get back to you. The more you give the more you get. It comes back to you in some form or the other.

 No words can grant you peace ,but you yourself can and this is real Redemption ,forgive the ones who haven’t asked for it .Just don’t repeat the sequence in your brain again and again because in the end you curse yourself for not doing such things not not saying this or that .Discover yourself a Calming exercise like writing ,reading, eating chocolates ,just busting out in front of some close friend etc.

Remember no matter how much restless you are right now, it will end and things you do will remain forever.

Don’t be sad.

You are sad ,think of all the times when you have been happy . Remember ,when you feel like giving up the reason should be bigger than the one you started with. We try to become better individuals, better humans everyday. Just think there are many people who survive much worse . They aren’t victims they are survivors ,they survive not because they are used to pain but because the hope for a better future .

There are endless things which render hopelessness to you, but you must think about that one thing which gives you hope . Every tree blooms and bears flowers there is no guarantee that the Pollen will come and make it a fruit ,nor is it sure about its fate but still every tree blooms , without any expectation . If someday the nature loses its hope surely all of us will die .Similarly you must concentrate on your one single good thought and give it your best shot because a tree needs to Bloom first to bear  the fruits and if you lose hope and don’t even become the flower the Pollen is useless to you. If you feel nothing is appropriate maybe you haven’t bloomed yet or, the Pollen is not around just go with the flow and take your chances because the best thing you have is the hope and you must go on .

जब कभी याद आएगी।

सफर तो यूँ ही कट जाता है साथ चलते चलते,

तकलीफ तो साथ चलने वालों के यादे देते हैं।

वक़्त कभी लौटता नहीं,

और यादें कभी जाती नहीं।

यादों का भी अलग दस्तूर है,

जब बनती हैं , तो दिखती नहीं,

और जब दिखती हैं , तो बन सकती नहीं।
जब कभी याद आएगी,

याद आएगी क्योंकी वो तो कभी जाती नहीं ना ।

तो सरदी की धूप में तुम्हे ढूँढ लुँगी,

ढन्डी हवाओं में तुम्हें महसूस कर लुँगी,

बारिश में शायद तुम्हें पा लूँ इस उम्मीद में भीग लुँगी,

चाय भी शायद अब पी ही लूँ ।

शाम छहः बजे ही घर को चल दूँगी,

नल में पानी देख हैरान हो लुँगी,

15 और 30 तारिख को छोले भटूरे खा लुँगी।
जब कभी याद आएगी,

याद आएगी क्योंकी वो तो कभी जाती नहीं ना ।

तो ये सोच कर खुश हो लेना , की ये सबको आती है,

ये किसी से भी दुर नहिं जाती।

ये जान लो ,ये यादें 

हौसला हैं ,

हर पल में कुछ और जीने का।

हीम्मत हैं,

अपनी बाते कहने की।

ताकत हैं,

हर चीज में खूबसूरती देखने की।
जब कभी याद आएगी,

याद आएगी क्योंकी वो तो कभी जाती नहीं ना ।

तो मुस्कूरा लेना, खिलखिलाकर हँस लेना

क्योंकि रोने को जींदगी में गम बहुत हैं,

हम गए नहीं है, देखो हमारी याद तो अभी भी तुम्हारे पास है।

क्योंकि याद तो कभी जाती नहीं।
वक्त शायद अब खत्म होने वाला है,

पर यादें तो हमेशा साथ है।
जब कभी याद आएगी,

याद आएगी क्योंकी वो तो कभी जाती नहीं ना ।

तो चॉकलेट पूरी खुद ही खा लेना,

पुरे कमरे में हुड़दंग मचा लेना,

जोर से चीख लेना,

जो सूकुन दे वो कर लेना,

क्योंकि याद तो आएगी,

वो कभी जाती नहीं ना।

काश वो बचपन लौट आए ।

​काश वो बचपन लौट आए,

जब माँ की गोद ही थी सबकुछ,

पापा का कन्धा ही था  जन्नत।

होमवर्क कर लेना ही थी पढाई,

और शाम का खेल था चुप्पम छुपाई।
काश वो बचपन लौट आए,

जब जिद करना हमारा हक़ था,

और पूरी न होना हमारी मायूसि कारण।

जिसे दूर करने मे सब जूट जाते ।

अब न मायूसि के वो साधारण से कारण,

बल्कि अब मायूसि हे है साधारण ।
काश वो बचपन लौट आए,

जब हंसी बेफिक्री थी,

चेहरा जरा भोला था,

शरीर कुछ ज्यादा फुर्तीला था।
काश वो बचपन लौट आए,

जब चॉकलेट ही जरूरत थी,

खिलौनो की ही नुमाइश थी,

खेल भी अपना था ,और अंत भी ,

अब पता चला न खेल है अपना ,

न अंत है अपना।

काश वो बचपन लौट आए।


All the fear is just in your mind.

It grips you until you let it,

Fearless isn’t brainless

If I am not afraid of lion,

Doesn’t mean I would sit on one.

I don’t fear you ,

Doesn’t means I would smash you.

Being fearless is like being selfless ,

And brainfull at the same time.

So, to everyone out there be fearless

But not brainless.

The shoe store

Today just step into some shoes.

But ,not yours someone else’s.

Slip into them ,

And feel.
Are you,

Happy and gay?

Are you ,

Smiling and cheerful?

Are you,

Dancing and swaying?

If so,

These shoes are fantastic aren’t they?


What if…

You are ,

confused and worried?

You are,

Angry and sad?

You are,

Crying and helpless?

You are,

Sick and dying?

These other shoes are ridiculous 

Aren’t they?

Let’s find some other ones.

But what if they are ridiculous ones?
The shoes are just shoes my friend,

Alas! They don’t matter.

The feet in them does.
So,today just step into any shoe,

And take them to a place ,

Where everyone wants to step into them,

Slip into them,

And feel them.

क्या लड़की एक कठपुतली है?

क्या लड़की एक कठपुतली है?

नाच तो सकती है ,पर क्या केवल समाज के इशारो पर?

और कया वह केवल नाचने के लिए ही बनी है?

क्या लडकी एक कठपुतली है?
क्यों उसका अपना नाम नही है ,

 क्यों उसका अस्तित्व खतरे में है।

क्या उसका अपना कुछ भी नहीं ?

क्या  लडकी एक कठपुतली है?
हाँ , समझता है ये समाज उसे एक कठपुतली।

खाता है उसी के हाथ कि रोटियाँ,

पर देता है समाज उसे अपनी कूटनितियाँ।
माँ,बहन,बेटी को तो सब सहेज लेंगे 

पर जिसे छेडा गलियारों में 

वो भी तो होंगी किसी कि माँ,बहन, और बेटियां

जब धन,लक्षमी और सौभाग्य ही लडकी है

तो क्यों इन्हीं के लिए वो बिकती है?
समाज के प्रधान होंगें कई

पर न जाने लडकियों को बचाने नहिं आता कोई?

क्यों कम पड जाते हैं हाथ?

क्यों मोड लेते हैं मुँह?

क्यों झुक जाती है नजरे ?

क्या  लडकी एक कठपुतली है?