And after this post may be so many of you will going to unfollow me. A lot of women societies going to kill me with their feministic thoughts. But it will not stop me to deliver this because I want all of you to read this.
Today is international women’s day. Most of the TV channels are talking about the late stones made by women. The great Rani Lakshmi bai and other will be tuned for the whole week.
You have started getting so many messages praising girls and women. How they created stones and with each and every running day they make new mile stones. It’s really good to praise them and I believe in one thing that women are superior to men and I am the guy who always respects and I do it often without obliging to gender.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE a hot woman, hot women, even better. But the attractive thing is their confidence, their intelligence, their spirit. Just as much as their physical appearance. I have so much admiration and respect for so many women that have achieved so many things that I do take it personally when I think that someone would look down on them, or be derogatory just because of their gender. But sometimes I think either I am wrong or the world because every time when I feel like women are superior people came with the slogans elucidating praises and celebrating them as awards, inspiring them and there is a lot but I know only few will read it fully. Then also I improvise my mind and tell him that they are on the losing side but how? After all, they are superior. They are talented, they are powerful, they do have opportunities and sometimes I feel like they have more opportunities! May be I am wrong. May be the people praising them at the level of eternity are also the part of the “casual sexism” without knowing them that they are. It is not about praising or improvising them. This thing really proves that we respect them. But it doesn’t say we do because the incidences like NIRBHAYA CASE and BENGALURU MOLESTATION CASE and there is a plenty list which shows that we don’t respect them. Here, I conclude, it was done by five and or four or in some cases 10 men, in every case, they were drunk and illiterate but there are thousands and millions of literate men live in our country no one cares about. These things are not about praising women or bitching them or judging them wrong or telling them about clothes and all. It is about how do we think and now as I came on think, first of all wish you a very blessed international women’s day. And now think for once if you know about any date of men’s day. I guess most of you will come with a “no” except few and those who Google it. This is sexism.
There is nothing casual about sexism. It often happens, I know it’s the mistake of illiterate people but those who call themselves a literate one are also the one who praise sexism. All I want to say is there is no difference in a son and a daughter and if there is nothing we should treat everyone equally. Don’t’ be the part of sexism.
I write this article knowing it’s likely not everyone will agree, but I believe that sexism is in danger of becoming ’socially acceptable’ and it should not be!
There was a time when people loved to make portraits willingly. They were used to pose for a quiet long time to get an image and adore them till the last breath and after that leaves it for their sons and grandsons. It was a time when people were patient. The people who believed in stuckness fo the life and the rituals. Nowadays, people like to change. Yes, it is good to change but they change they believe in temporariness of life. They don’t want anything for a long time. They believe in short term happiness. lives the life for moments without caring about the life.
Even the technology is providing us short term happiness, the captures, the shots, the pictures were for life to have a look on them when we get tired of life when we will be aged.
After Snapchat, Instagram, Hike, now Whatsapp also provides the feature of stories taking a new step for temporariness.
“from the life of portraits to one-day stories, somewhere the life became shorter, people impatient, accustomed to vacillate and high for evanescence.”
What is Seriousness?
because people usually laugh on it.
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हूँ, लेखक मेरा नाम है…
भावनाओ ओर कामनाओ से मुझ ग़रीब का क्या कम है?
फकीर हू . लफ़ज़ो का, न्योचछावर जो शब्दो मे कर देता हूँ. . .
जब देखता हूँ तो बोल पड़ता हू… बोल कर फिर लिख देता हूँ…
पर जिसस दिन इस दिल ने बातों को सोच लिया…
ठहराव को अपने ज़िल्मे कर भावनाओ को समझ लिया…
कलम ना उठेंगी लिखने को…
मेरी बेहया कामनाए ही मजबूर करेगी आश्रूवो को बहा दे ने को…
ना पिरो पौँगा उस दिन मेरे लफ़ज़ो को,
लफ़ज़ो को कलाम की श्याही मे बहा देना मेरा काम है..
भावनाओ ओर कामनाओ से मेरा क्या काम है ?.
मैं लेखक हू ..बस लिख देता हूँ…
रोखना न्ही श्याही को मेरी, क्यूंकी लिखना मेरा काम है…
देखा जो पंक्षी को, उसकी उड़ान भर ली,
ठुर्थुराति सुबह तो कभी नारंगी शाम अपने नाम करली,
मिला जो मुझे कुछ तो सही जो ना मिला तो शब्दो मे बयान करदी. . .
लोभ, माया, तो सिर्फ़ दर्शक है मेरे, न्ही तो इनसे मेरा क्या काम है,
ज्ब मिलेगी मंज़ील तो खुश होजौंगा अगर ना मिले तो पन्नो के सहारे उसे अपना कर जाऊँगा..
सहम के कभी, कभी नासमझाइश के चलते अपने इरादे पेश कर जाता हू..
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हू.. लेखक मेरा नाम है..
सहारा है कलम ज़िंदगी का मेरी, ओर सिर्फ़ लिखना मेरा काम है…
मैं शब्दो का व्यापारी हू लेखक मेरा नाम है, अगर इतनी भी ना पहचान मिले तो इन शब्दो को क्या काम है….
Thank you so much Bhuvnesh for sharing this great idea with me.
“I felt very sad when I was going through my diary and found nothing to post on Valentine. But the pages stormed deeply inside my head and burned themselves to come up with new ashes.” …
Source: Valentine’s post
Scars are more loyal than people, they don’t leave you dexterously. They are the one, you want to rid of! but they never leave you till you had spent money on them or had done anything worse. Unlike scars, people leaves you like you were never been there with them. Even after scars get removed, they have certain influence on you. People, they don’t even care.
“It’s after the forrest’s rain drain, the lion knew who he’s in love with”
It means, that when you’re with a person who’s terrible or intolerable or maybe just going through a bad phase, it’s after you be with him for all the while in his bad time you’ll truly realise that you love him when he’s sane.
It’s like the bad time is like the rain when everything’s cloudy or foggy or thunderous, but after it all clears out into a beautiful dusk, you realise what you really feel for that person so just hang in there.