SUBTLE HARASSING - noida's problem

I am a resident of Noida. I commute to and fro using the metro everyday. It is an exhausting journey where sometimes I get to relax and travel and sometimes tossed and turned by jiggling lipids of loud women. So on one such winter evening I find myself in this rapid transit mode going back home.The harassment i am referring to is not the long journey but something you experience right after you end the journey, swipe your card and are looking for the cheapest means to get back home. It is then when the rickshaw and auto pullers are almost climbing onto you confidently asking you “ hanji, madam kahan chalna hai ?”about your whereabouts. The trouble is they don’t let you take a breather and immediately jump onto you right on the stairs. They are crouching there bundled in groups almost like roaches looking for leftover meals in the kitchen.

Well on the surface this might not seem harassing but then again after a tiresome day the last thing one needs is the crass looks scanning you through. Top it off with the vulgar remarks, sly c-grade songs and loud conversations about the subject who dint care to ride with them almost shows us that its not the technology that needs to be brought to the people, its the people who need to be brought closer to the technology. Giving the city malls, metro, flyovers is not enough until the people know how to respect and use these amenities properly. Its a waste of bringing convenience to people if at the end of the day your travel is marred by hasty rickshaw pullers looking for a way to earn their meal. There are no proper rickshaw stands, the noida police is confounded as usual and the metro authorities can do nothing about this menace.

So what i am left to ponder over is a problem. A problem my city faces which has no seemingly substantial solution but to let rickshaw pullers fight with each other to make you their “savari” .

MY REGRET

Your texts don't be so sweet nomore,

My pulse doesn't race either,

Neither does your name ring any bell

but the hole you drilled does swell

Oh! Love your charm has lost it's spell.

MANY THANKS TO THY LORD

Giving me my soul,my eyes,my heart

Judicious use of it;

I tell people apart

For the parents,the calm

the blessings i amassed

I say

Many thanks to thy Lord

Sewing me up when

I'd fall from the stairs,

The ear to ear smiles

My dad would then wear,

The sumptuousness on the table

That'd never dis'pear,

I say

Many thanks to thy Lord

For the love,

I unknowingly explored

Fumigated my brain

With reasons galore,

Emerged my heart

Victorious as a tsar

I say

Many thanks to thy Lord.

The Most Scornful Verses Are Born From The Belly's Of Fantastic Lovers

Love is obnoxious sire,

Squeaky like a flat tyre

Words of mayor

Swish of the air

An effort never admired

- a self composed limerick 

REALISATION

For months together now i have been craving to have a pup tail me around my home. i have been dreaming of the barks that would welcome me after an energy sapping day at work. I am a convert who until recently shut her eyes or humm bollywood numbers to pretend cool when a dog neared. Now the sight of a pup excites me and i can't wait to lay me hands on it. So this is something that happened on X'mas last year when i decided i had to let out my imaginary love in my head into something real. This lead me to a south delhi mall (after 2 hours of excruciating wait in the traffic) where i heard pups were up for adoption. Yes adoption it was because I wouldn't be paid the finances for the same by my mum ; who religiously chanted that she would not take it if IT climbed unto the bed with dirty paws ( OCD!! ) or rush to it when nature called.

So i reach the place i see these pups all 'INDIAN BREEDS' (this is important you shall see) chewing onto blankets all cuddled up in their cots. So I pat a few ,fed a few and the love in my heart quadrippled . Since all the ups were stray I wasn't really sure in my mind and came back home empty handed (see) . It wasn't late until late at night when I was warming myself up for bed that i realised that wasn't love loyality and compassion the reason I wanted the little one. To see it chew on my chappals , to cuddle with him, see it lap up milk with its pink little tongue.

So wouldn't a stray suffice all of this. Provide me with love and deserving enough to receive mine. Surely it too will bark me welcome into the home. I am not a full convert i conclude. I just conqured over my fear of dogs. I still don't qualify to be called a dog lover because i realised i am unable to comprehend the warmth they provide stray or well-bred. But realisation is my prize. It definitely set me towards the path , the path of altering our attitudes.

purity in relations- does it exist?

It's a thing of the past now (or is it not)? Does purity in relationships still exist? Well by purity in this context i mean loyalty and things that cling along with this word like infidelity,cheating,extra marital affairs and yes all of you are allowed to think that this is coming from a troubled writer . Yes i am troubled very much indeed. I am troubled to see why couples are splitting at an early age and why marriage has become a hit and trial institution. Is it an influence from the west but we do have brains of our own right? . Surely we can decide where we belong; whom we belong to.

Firstly who is to blame here? Blaming men entirely for it is baseless and not my escape here. Because it's after all a women who attracted him. Where is the root of this problem. I strongly feel it's the over exposure of freely accessible sexual data (read porn) to all ages. That's the holy bible that places ideas into young minds. Next would be accessible women for putting the read content into practice (haven't mentioned freely here because there is no such thing as a free lunch ). Legalizing prostitution makes no sense at all too.I mean the thought of legalizing such horrendous thing gives me the creeps. Wouldn't educating and putting them(sex-workers) to nations use be a better idea. Making everything available would mean putting a lamb in front of a hungry lion and then crib.

Why not nip the opportunities which men exploit in the bud. Wouldn't it be better if we all go back to happy times where terms like "one women man " "one man women "still exist. Put yourself to better worthy uses and save yourself the trouble of gaining pounds and wasting Kleenex!