You know what happened in metro?

It was 11’O clock and I was already 15 minutes late as I rushed towards to the road to grab an auto to depart me at the nearest metro station.  It was really a cold morning and it seemed like it could rain anytime. Anyways, within 10 minutes I was at the station and I hurriedly climbed the stairs and made an entry and reached the platform to catch the Dwarka metro while managing to inform my friend at Rajouri that I am half an hour late. Although I was at Preet Vihar station and it would be taking 40 or 45 minutes for me to reach that part of Delhi. Knowing this on the call, she shouted at me and told me that I better reach there within 20 minutes which was off course, IMPOSSIBLE.  Somehow I managed to calm her down and asked her to make a call to her boyfriend or do some shopping alone till the time I reach there. 

Finally metro arrived and I boarded in the first coach i.e. the ladies coach. :) How lucky I was that the coach wasn’t that occupied and I had plenty of seats for me to choose my favorite one to sit. At the next station, many ladies boarded in and two aunties sat near me. One of them confirmed from me that whether she is sitting in the right metro or not and later asked me from where I boarded in, what I do, where am I going and why am I going and it seemed like she is not going to stop throwing these random questions at me. To be true, I was really annoyed. Firstly, I was so late and my friend’s continuous SMSs added to the annoyance and secondly, I was having a very bad ache in my wisdom tooth(I wonder why they call it wisdom tooth?) that made me so frustrated, and all that wasn’t enough that now this lady is eating my mind. Thankfully, my cell rang and that call was made my Vodafone asking me to choose my favorite song and put it as my caller tune and blah blah. I really used to hate such calls but this time it seemed like a life saver for me and somehow made that lady lose her interest in me. But that lady was really talkative and by some means she started a conversation with the lady beside her seat.  15 minutes passed on and I didn’t know why but now I was just not able to stop myself from hearing their talks. 

These ladies started talking about the love life of their children. The lady who was initially talking to me was very much frustrated from her only son. His son fell for a girl in his locality and want to marry her but this lady is really not ready for this and wants her son to get married to a girl of her choice. But his son is really mad for the girl and he had warned his mother that if she is not going to support his choice, he will run away or do something that will make the mother regret not letting him marry that girl. 

Same is the condition for other lady but in her case her second daughter is creating the chaos in the house and is not eating anything, chucked her studies and not talking to anyone in the family because she wants to get married to her boyfriend whom she loves madly. 

What I made out from their conversations is that both the ladies are puzzled and are worried about their children’s future. Both the ladies love their kids a lot and want them to be happy always but they don’t really want their kids to get married to a person who will keep them happy forever which the ladies really fail to understand. 

Although in the end, one damn funny thing happened. Later in the conversation, they discovered that they both are enemies actually.  In fact, the ‘only’ son of the lady besides me had fallen for the ‘second’ daughter of the lady besides her. And I was like ‘what?’  aisa to Ekta Kapoor ke tv soaps mein hota hai… Believe me, it was that much shocking for me also as it proved to be for those ladies. But the only difference was that I was able to laugh! 

I believe, love is such a simple thing! Why they make it so complicated, I wonder!

Anyways, I reached my destination and hurried downwards to meet my friend in excitement just to tell her ‘you know what happened in metro?’ :P

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India against Corruption!

Since 26^th January 1951, India has grown a lot and marked its strong impact on the whole world. But what surprises me is the fact that, in our constitution, there is not even a single law to fight against corruption in this country. 

We have seen numerous cases of corruption, both, on national level and on state level. The CWG scam, Adarsh society scam, Telgi scam, Satyam Scam, State bank scam, Fodder scam (Chara Ghotala) and the biggest scam ever-2G Scam. 

The saddest part is that we Indians are used to corruption. We just don’t want to do anything about it.  But if we really want to save our country from this evil, we will have to do something because the line has been crossed. It’s now or never. 

72 year old social activist Anna Hazare can do it, so why can’t we? Support Anna, because he needs it and most importantly we need it, India need it.

Join the movement. Support India Against Corruption.

Do your bit, sign the petition!

As an Indian, I strongly demand for Jan Lokpal Bill asap, do you?

Teri-Meri Kahani Dilli Mein...

Delhi is not just famous for its historical monuments, chaats and broad roads. It has few secrets and few lies. Its rich history and culture can touch your soul and would transform you to a person you were never before. But amongst all these, Delhi is the city of love stories. You can find these simple and sweet love stories from the skimpy galis of dariba kalan to the broad roads of janpath. 

Love does not have any fixed definition. For some, it’s holding hands and walking bare foot on the green carpet of India Gate and for few, its finding solace in the unvoiced vibes of Lotus Temple.

The girl would never know why she inscribed the name of the guy all over on the benches of her college in north campus. And the guy would roam all over Dilli Haat to find a sweet gift for her. 

They would go and explore entire Hauz Khaas village, and would sit there between the ruins of Hauz Khaas and watch the lake of green water from above, together. 

She would be waiting for him outside the courtyard of Nizamuddin Auliya’s Dargah, while he prayed inside for her. She is busy listening to the qawwalis there, but she is lost in the magnificent view of Humayun Tomb.

‘You know something, Taj Mahal is the copy of Humayun Tomb?’ She would tell him, after all she has been the student of history. 

 ‘Oh really? Is it a temple?’ he joked. 

‘What do you mean?’ she’s getting angry.

‘Taj Mahal is a temple, don’t you know that history waali?’ he taunted her.

‘What? Are you crazy? That’s a myth, okay?’ she could slap him anytime now.

‘But…you don’t know any…..’ he tried to say something.

‘Don’t say anything now, okay!’ she walked away.

Few moments later, anger flew away as they started drowning in the lake of serenity at Humayun Tomb.

She would take him to National Museum and will tell him about everything in detail she sees there, and he could not do anything except listening. 

He keeps getting lost in the circles of Connaught Place, after all he is not from Delhi. And still he is in love with the city because she is from this city. He would buy her ice-creams from Keventers and she would share it with him. 

They walked together from Sarai Kale Khan and soon they are at DND flyover, she watched the red sun from there and it looked amazing just like the love she could see in the eyes of her man. 

‘….Kaun jaaye Zauq par, Dilli ki Galiyan chhod kar’ as she read him few poetries on Delhi, he looked at her intently and caressed her long tresses.

Love fumes keeps rising and heck, you don’t even realize it till it starts burning you. Even if you do not care, the so called Khaap panchayat would burn you alive. Delhi has many faces, it’s up to you which face you want to see. 

At last she could just say, 

‘Dil va Dilli dono agar hai kharaab, Par kuch lutf us ujde ghar mein bhi hain’

(Both heart and Delhi may have been worn out, but some little pleasures still remain in this ruined house)

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Market of Faith!

Who is your favorite god? Shiva, Krishna or Sai? Today, even gods are also in the race of favoritism. Those who have higher numbers of believers, are winning and few are lagging behind. Now it’s faith versus granting of wishes. Astha ya Manokamna. The deities who can fulfill your wishes easily are easily winning in the market of devotion. 

Trending these days is Shani. I personally did not even consider Shani as a God around ten years back. From past 3-4 years, Shani is becoming hot favorite amongst the Indians. They would pour gallons of mustard oil over the idol of Shani, and simultaneously curse the government for inflation. The cries and troubles of people living under the poverty line would be lost somewhere amid the market of faith. 

But I am talking about faith, and when it comes to faith, you cannot question it.

Globalization is touching the divine string in India. Even gods are not exempted from it. The market of belief is growing rapidly and the temples are mushrooming in every part of India with a speed you can’t even imagine. We have to wait to see who wins, Faith or never-ending wishes of humans. But before that, you have to make a list of few gods and start asking for granting of wishes. The one who fulfills your wishes first is the winner. 

Offer valid for unlimited period.

Just go and grab the offer to make your favorite god rich and popular. There is a stampede in the corridors of spirituality, and you’re lagging behind by reading my crappy post. Hurry!

PS: This is just my personal views and I do not intend to hurt anybody’s religious views.

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Being insensitive in the capital?

The killer of Radhika Tanwar is under custody. It’s shocking to hear his words said to police after his arrest. He said it with full confidence that he was sure enough that after killing Radhika, no Delhite would run after him to chase him. 

That one line by the culprit Ram Singh forces us to think over where Delhi is heading? Are we becoming too much insensitive day by day? Does it not bother us if we see any person lying on a road, suffering with unbearable pain, and we do not even care to take that person to hospital and/or even dial 100? 

Since ages, a woman has always been considered as a commodity. But now, people need to realize that her curves are not only her asset but she can give this world a new dimension through her intellectual beauty. But still in many spheres of life she has to face gender discrimination and also mostly she’s never given her part of rights and freedom. Its possible many people would disagree with me but this is the harsh reality.

I heard about this recent survey that stated Delhi is the most unsafe metropolis in India for women and children. It also stated that the majority of Delhi men would simply look the other way when a girl or a lady is being molested. These facts are just not in the newspapers or internet only, ask any girl and she would always say that she does not feel safe in the capital, not even in the public transport and how does her heart skip a beat when she finds a man stalking her in a solitude place and what worsen her mental state is that no person would come forward to help her. 

There was this Dhaula Kuan case that we heard about a month ago and before that Jessica was killed in the capital, there was Priyadarshini Mattoo case, Shivani Bhatnagar case, the infamous Tandoor case and now a Radhika has been killed. The common thing among these cases are, first, highest level of crime against women resulting in their death, and second, crime has been committed in the capital of world’s largest democracy and fastest growing country in the world.

What disturbs me is the fact that after the murder of any person in this state; lot of media hype is created, delhites are number one to provide a byte in front a TV channel camera but when it comes to be the eyewitness, to help the police and/or any investigating agency, they are very hesitant. We will scold police and government to our best, but would never play the role of a good citizen living in a decent society. The root cause for such behavior is, what I think, is the ignorance, the ignorance towards our laws and our rights. They often believe that if they admit to be the witness in the case, they will be trapped and their half life will go in taking rounds of the court, but that’s certainly not right and not true. According to the Indian law, if you see any crime or see any wounded person lying on the road, you must dial 100 and after that if you don’t have much time, then you can tell your name and address and go for your routine work.  For the further investigation, police can make you the official witness in the case and according the act 161 of CRPC, police can register the statement of the witness and for this work police shall call you according to your convenience and cannot force you to sit at the police station for hours. On your request, your identity could also be kept a secret. And if police bothers the witness a lot, the witness can complaint to the DCP and the law even states that if you don’t want to be the witness, then the police can’t force you to be the witness for the case.  And apart from all these, there are lot more rights and laws. So please, start using your power and live in the society in a dignified way. 

Delhi, the city of Ghalib, the city of beautiful Mughal structures is day by day becoming so cruel to women. The question is still the same, what causing us delhites to become so much numb to our surroundings? That we are zipping our lips even to say few words of care and concern? It’s high time now, we need to roll up the curtain of insensitiveness put upon our eyes and do something. Organizing strike and taking part in candle march is worth nothing till the time we really feel the pain of the parents and friends of Jessicas and make sure that no any other girl become the next Radhika in the capital.