The cry of the fairer sex

My friends and I are standing near the college canteen minding our own business, when a guy calls out to one of the friends and passes lewd comments. She asks him to shut up and be decent but the moron thinks he is doing the right thing and doesn’t have the courtesy to apologize. Another friend is walking in an alley at 8 pm a biker comes and smacks are back. She swears at him and he speeds away, no remorse at all.

These acts are condemned strongly, we talk about them on a daily basis, hear about it even more so. They happen every single minute, in every nook and corner of the world. No young girl, might have got away without facing the horrid act of eve-teasing. Its disgraceful women are being treated in such a manner in an era like this, well it was not justified even in earlier eras either.

Why are we called the weaker sex? Why are we too forgiving to these perverts when they go about in streets treating women as mere objects on display and saying derogatory things?

To some extent its our fault because we take this bullshit from anyone on the road, ignore it, forget it and let a, I’m sorry for the unparlimentary language, bastard walk away. Trust me if every girl replies back or takes some action, this thing might stop. If you are a girl reading this, next time when you are walking on the road and a guy dares to utter a single word that might offend you, go to him and kick him where it will hurt him the most, scream for help, call for the police, do anything except listening quietly and walking away. For god’s sake eve teasing is a an offense and you have every right to get, any guy indulging in it, severely punished or punish him yourself.

Why is a woman returning from her workplace at 11pm in public transport raped? Just because she is not physically strong enough to fight five men at the same time, they take advantage of her. What pleasure do they get in committing the most heinous crime? Do these guys have no conscience at all? Oh and BTW these men walk free after doing this and the woman, a victim bears the burnt. What the fuck is her fault? Why does our society still believe a raped woman loses all respect? Why can’t we treat her in the same manner? She wasn’t inviting the rapists. Can’t she even come back from our workplace a little late without the fear of being raped?
No women deserves to go through this kind of a thing.

Its time the fairer sex stood up for itself, time we take a pledge that no matter what, no matter when, no women should let a eve teaser, rapist walk away easily. He should be given the most severe punishment possible. Be that guy’s biggest nightmare, until he knows he has done the worst. I regret not making the guy apologize for passing comments at the friend mentioned in the first line. But I swear I will not have this regret ever again.

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The Solitary Being in Spring.

Dahlias are blooming;

Marigolds are sunshine yellow.

Pastures are green;

Winds are swirling the trees.

Amidst all the beautiful foliage

there’s a doleful face

all by himself, the solitary being,

no one knows what thoughts engulf him.

He envies the beauty of Dahlias,

the sunshine bright marigolds,

the green pastures and the swirling trees.

The snowy winter has gone by and

given way to a new and fresh world.

Spring is here.

The solitary being wonders

when will the spring of his life arrive.

No one knows, no one understands

what has bereaved this solitary being that he sits all by himself.

Some think he is a fool,

some just call him insane but not a soul understood his pain.

The pain of the solitary man in winter awaiting his spring.

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The most dreadful fear- failure

All of us live under some kind of fear. If you call yourself a human being, I will believe that deep inside you have a fear, fear of something you can’t face, something that petrifies you. It can be anything a reptile, heights, darkness or more profoundly fear of losing a loved one or death.

I will not admit this ever again, this is the first and the last time. There is one thing I can’t handle and that’s failure. I fear failure. It has an adverse impact on me, not just me everyone I guess. No one knows of this fear of mine apart from me its one of those dark and deep secrets.

You might pretend to be all cool and take things in your stride while facing this thing you absolutely dread but the feeling inside you might be exactly the opposite of being cool. Its like a monster just trampled on you and tried to strangle you to death until you begged it stop and just when the last breath in you was left, the dreadful monster showed some pity and spared you. Leaving you with the fear that it might come back to injure you, mutilate you and scar you even more.

Everytime this monster comes back you lose the strength to combat it, you have the feeling its the end of everything. Sounds sadistic but that’s what the fear is. You are horrified to face it again. You might overcome a lot of fears, heights being one of them but this one can come back to you at any point of your life and leave you shattered.

There might me a multiple ways to deal with the failure, you can get up after the fall. But when the fall occurs there is bound to be period when you have no clue how to pick yourself up and get back. That’s the exact fear I’m talking about. How to overcome the fear of failure, at a point when your entire life seems like a failure? The very purpose of it remains unsolved. The time might heal the wounds but the scars remain.

I might sound like a complete pessimist rambling on like this. But had to get it out of my system. Lately things have been more than disappointing and I couldn’t figure out a way face anything. And since writing always helps I wrote this piece.

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EP!C February Issue

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“Man is not on this earth to be happy, he is not here to be simply honest, and he is there to realize great things for humanity, to attain nobility and to surpass the vulgarity in which the existence of all the individuals drags on.” I read these lines in lust for life by life by Irving stone; it left me thinking how relevant they are, they have been so simply put, there is no complexity at all about these words. Why do we human beings always think about our happiness, why can’t we think about humanity? Why is it that we get so selfish? Again I was reading a piece on Ai Weiwei who is a Chinese contemporary artist active in sculpture, installation, architecture, curating, photography, film, and social, political and cultural criticism. He is particularly known for being critical on Chinese Government’s take on Democracy. And all the awareness he has spread is through his tweeting and blog.

 I was sent the link of an article by my aunt about his dissident ways and how the social media has been used effectively by him. If you see his latest documentary Ai is never sorry you realize what kind of impact he has on his countrymen. After watching it I wondered if India would ever have a man as great as him, yeah we have Anna Hazare, and EP!C has often talked about him.But I have personally disapproved his way of going on fast every now and then. There has to be some other way of protesting. Don’t get me wrong I totally support his cause but not his way.

 On an entirely different note, this is EP!C Magazine’s new link, our permanent home now. We are now one month away from our first anniversary, which is next month and everyone in the virtual office of the magazine is highly excited and in their elements. This issue celebrates the month of cupid, February. Cheers to all the lucky ones who are celebrating it single and my sympathies with those who aren’t. Okay, I am kidding, go to the Read Here section and enjoy the lovely Valentines issue with an extra dose of the love potion.

The Valentine’s Post

*Disclaimer: I am not sure whether I pulled off this post well and it might not make sense, so be kind and don’t call me a fool after you are done reading*

With the Valentine’s day barely two days away I was asked by a friend “What do you think is love, how will you define it?’ I was at a loss of words and replied ” I am still looking for an answer to this question.” So what exactly is the meaning of this so four letter word used so frequently, and I am afraid so nonsensically. Here is what I will probably define love as:

- Knowing what one wants to say even before it is said and completing their sentences for them.

- Not promising but doing things, being there when someone needs you.Hugging in that reassuring manner, that makes one realize no problem is that big and no solution that hard to find.

-  Kicking a**  for choosing the wrong person and wiping the tears when you have had your heart broken both at the same time.

- Fighting for that last block of your favorite dark chocolate.

- Saying you deserve better than what you have and meaning that.

- Calling up at 2am to know if everything is okay after reading a despairing Facebook status.

- Putting your hands across one’s shoulder or squeezing their hand when a scene in the movie petrifies them.

- Giving the much-needed advices, listening to the whining and complaining.

- Posting on the facebook wall, frantic calls, texts when someone hasn’t heard from you in 24 hours.

- Someone who is an atheist tells you that he’d pray for you every time you take a new, important step in life because he knows that you are sentimental about it.

- Getting your favorite dish for you instead of their own lunch.

- Someone lightens your day by sending a one line email ‘How are you sweetheart?’ and everytime they do this, you’re left with a subtle smile on your face for the rest of the day.

- Listening to what made your day bad and your continous rambling, asking you to rleax and then giving you a well-deserved hug and  telling nothing is going to go wrong.  

- Staying up till midnight to be the first one to wish you on your birthday, when one crashes at 10 PM.

- Asking you to stop the crying because nothing and no one deserves your tears.

*Okay now you can go ahead and sue me for writing this post*

What’s in a name?

“What’s in a name?” Shakespeare came up with this quote because he probably never visited our side of the world. Even I seconded with him until a day ago. What is actually the significance of your name? Does it even matter what you are called? Yeah its the identity of a human being, but he can be identified by a lot more things. A person will be the same no matter what his name his. I believe  it’s not the man’s name but his deeds that are his identification. People will know you for your deeds by your name not for your name.

You might be wondering what I meant by Shakespeare never visited our side of the world and got himself proven wrong. I and my friends had this very funny encounter with a traffic cop, which made me question my earlier believes.

We were eight people traveling in the same car. Eight people in a five seater car is breaking rules. Uncle V was driving, the cop who had spotted us from a distance came to us and went to her side and asked for her driving license. She gave it to him but he obviously wasn’t getting convinced by that. The hunter had found his best prey to call it a day and enjoy it with immense pride. He asked us to park the car at the side of the road.

We cooked up the lamest story thinking he might pity us and let us after hearing it. And as soon as he came to us all of us poured out of the car. Yes, poured we were literally stacked into the car. Along with him came another cop or ‘mama’ as we fondly call the men in khakhi. He started mocking us and actually counted us.

All of us started telling our false cooked up story at the same time, not even one of us shutting up for a second. Have you ever seen eight girls talking at the same time? They sound like birds chirping as if freed from their cage after a long time. They can create a complete ruckus. He was apparently amused and smiled as he listened. After listening for sometime he asked for RC of the car, scared he might impound the car we pleaded him to let us go because we were already very late.

He looked even more amused, the plight of eight noisy girls was in his hands and he seemed to enjoy it. We were his prey of the day. When we were a little silent he directly looked at Uncle V showing her, her precious license, pointing at her surname he said ” Do you see this name, I am leaving you today because I share it with you.” I was bewildered. Was he actually letting us go because of that reason, I couldn’t believe my ears. Had he given a better reason to spare us, I would have been happier, like accepting the fact he could not deal with eight girls talking at the same time. But Sigh! The name it was that saved us from the wrath of the law and parents.

After he said that we thanked him, stacked ourselves in the same manner and sweared not to travel in the same manner ever again. So Mr. Shakespeare, do you see my point? I would still love to believe in your theory of a name being insignificant, it being just a source to make it easier for us humans to identify each other. But a lot of us have added a lot more to this source. Loving and being kind to our namesakes more than to others. Its sad but its true.