About Me

Happy Go Lucky Kinda Stuff! Curious, atheist, lil-bit adventurous, lil-bit rebel, nature lover, sometimes feel like to read and travel. Writing is drug, minute observer, believe in instinct, in awesome profession/academics. Love my people and my pets and love to be surrounded by them.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Brasil

People are busy in shaking their mind on the name of this FUFA. 
Oops FIFA! 
Forget FUFA or FIFA and lets shake a leg.  
But I can only watch some people doing dance on such songs, as I don't know how to shake a leg. Kinda नाच न जाने आँगन टेढ़ा :)

        So here is Brasil


Start dancing, I am watching ;)

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Dare! Change!

Those days are passe?



A women inside is kinda daring and compelling. You have to do this. You have to shed some inhibitions. You have to go through some soul tearing kinda torture; if
Yes! If you wanna fight this! It is not just for the sake of yourself but what you believe in. Leave the comfort zone!
Dare-Change!

Hope we are in a better India!

My Salute to Women Power!

Suna hai, "औरत ही औरत की दुश्मन होती है" BUT experienced no-one can be a better dost than women!

Time and again, I am amazed the way, I found myself surrounded by women, as a support in challenging time. Best and close friends, where you can share anything under the sun and who can understand you better than anyone else. Sis-in laws, who acts not just a family support but at times friends also. 

Colleagues and senior ladies, especially the ones who watched your transformation from those students days to a scholar and then following their steps in their own profession. And those ladies who acted as a guiding force themselves in their respective fields and directly or indirectly encouraged and recognized your potential. Being a blogger myself I should not forget inspiring blogger ladies in this blogging neighbourhood. They may be writing on different topics but somehow balance and at times, even overpower the negative vibes, we experience from real world, by their "Be Yourself Attitude"! Thanks to all these sweet ladies!

It does not mean to underestimate the importance of males in life as my inspiration force and powerhouse has been still a male, my grandpa. But do not know why somehow the current episode marked a bad imprint on mind, I guess for life.  

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

इस हमाम में सब नंगा है!!

It was in the early months of 2012, when I started feeling uncomfortable about some posts on some FB wall. That FB wall was of then IG, CID. I was in his friend list due to some good impression (Honest and blah blah) given about him by some colleague. But in very short time that impression turned into depression. Day by day, those sick and filthy posts kept on attacking me and people in my surrounding harder and harder especially my friends. Within short time, this person intruded in my life to unbelievable extent. I was like how it was possible. Initially I discussed all that with close friends, then more friends, then cousins and finally family. 
This person came to the University as a chief guest in some program and the whispers were in the air that he had been specially invited by then Vice Chancellor, Professor Ramphal Hooda. At that time, some media was after Vice Chancellor due to corruption charges against him. What conspired in that meeting, only these people can tell better. But with time, those corruption charges kinda faded just like any other corruption case in India. That Vice Chancellor completed his term and University got new Vice Chancellor. This IG, CID became CP. Till that time I had deleted him from my friend list due to his day by day filthy, offensive language (now almost all those posts especially written in 2012 either kept private or might be deleted by him!). I thought all that would stop but more and more worst kinda personal attacks kept on increasing either due to this or that excuse. Finally, I deleted my FB profile but after some time, on friends insistence made another and decided to fight back. 
Many strange things happened kinda if you cannot convince then confuse. Shower blessings, directly or indirectly support against some authorities, wherever I had some fractions or arguments or differences, give moral support and demoralize, show compassion and then tell I was not just listening to all your calls but even when you had your phone nearby! If that was not enough, it was kinda watching you in your office, on road, in market and even in your home! You were wearing so and so, under-dressed or overdressed. You were with this or that person or group or in some meeting or class! Whenever I wrote something against all those offensive posts, he tried to demonize me on this or that excuse. He hit all those whoever supported me directly or indirectly. And he was/is not alone in all this drama. There is a gang. Some people are supporting openly and some acting as a back up team. With time, it was kinda making a profile of my strengths and weaknesses and a try to break at mental level. Just recently, I realized things reached up to physical stalking! Right now this person is IG, Telecom. Is not it strange that even now he has access to my all internet activities along with phone?
Instead of my professional subjects, I started reading how to tackle bullies, how anyone could listen your every call? Could listen you even when you were not on call but just phone was nearby? How anyone could watch you just anywhere? And answers were kinda, ghosh, we are living in a naked world. Public is in dark. Even more surprising was, whatever I read or searched in these almost two years, just to get answers for my own questions, this person indirectly helped me by giving clues! Those clues were kinda wire-tap, prism, kinda watching from ten story building, cloudy eyes etc. Simple, governments across the world are using tax payer's money on mass surveillance, not against terrorists but against their opponents. Mass surveillance against terrorists is just an excuse to hype and to fool people and keep all this shit private, away from public eyes. Now these opponents could be anyone from economic rivals to political rivals to common people like you and me. 

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Fight for Rights

Day by day, I am watching around, this or that gal arguing, fighting, crying while amidst so called own people. But she is smiling while going away from those so-called own people having her own bitter experiences. I tend to think what is the problem and where? All responsibilities lie with gals and almost all these guys are dictators? All so-called customs are against gals and almost always favor guys? Is this mere generation gap or something beyond that? Are all these gals too hi-fi, too demanding? In almost all such cases, I found myself in support of these gals and automatically against such type of guys. Then be it someone my own or someone else in the surrounding. Why? May be being born and raised in this very surrounding, on that being a female myself, I can empathize and co-relate somehow with these gals.

I am an alien for some in this very surrounding. A bit too hi-fi for their too narrow psyche (some literal psychics). However, still I feel, somewhere, there is some relation with these gals. I am somehow related to them. May be it is kinda, we are part of the same system. This system is kinda some game and we have different levels. So we can relate ourselves and understand the situations better. Probably, I jumped up a few levels at birth itself, in this too narrow surrounding and then was protected by some heavenly-shield in the form of my grandpa. When grandpa left this world, I think he ensured himself that I was able enough to take care of myself. Probably, many of these gals were not so lucky and still somehow fighting for their basic rights? Or may be so many of these are also able enough to take care of themselves. They are able to take care of themselves much better than these dictator kinda stuff can even think. Amusing aspect of any such drama is dual nature of these creatures. Or may be they are unable to put in place their dictates in their own homes on their own daughter, sister or in some cases even wife? Such people then try to throw their frustration elsewhere? Seems true!

Mature people throw away lil-lil egos and take care of their priorities by giving themselves as well others a breathable space. While stupid ones keep on dragging silly shit all around just to show their worthless weight. Worst is when you watch any such drama happening to the next generation. Best part is when you see that next generation kicking such creatures and fighting for their rights, fearlessly! It seems in such an environment, every gal has to fight for her own rights. Rights do not come here as birth gifts.