The hands that heal shouldn't shiver, The white coats shouldn't turn red . The recent dilemma , history will always remember, For the god on Earth faced the dread !
It was a matter of great dilemma that the representatives of God were forced to take measures like strikes , protests and candle marches. They aren't real gods but a true representative of the almighty. Sometimes things aren't under their control. Let's take walk in their shoes for a while and check ourselves.
Working hard relentlessly after 10th grade to sit for Competitive entrance examinations in 12th. After many hardworks and trials they finally get a college of their dreams. Then toiling each day in college for more than 5 years. Mugging up the compositions of thousands of medicines which you couldn't even spell properly. Achieving the bachelor's degree and again competing in exams to get the masters. They finally turn up to be polished diamonds from the crowd of coal. Years of labour and sacrifice is what it costs to get it. It's not just a mere degree , it's a fruit of their relentless labour.
After all this when they stand in front of you as a confident doctor , you reluctantly question the amount of fees they charge. You blame them , assault them, harass them if one operation turns out to be unsuccessful inspite of knowing the fact that it's your carelessness and lack of awareness that brought you to that critical state.
The greatest irony is that our society can approach exorcists and priests and then if they fail , they would declare it as the will of God . But when it comes to doctors they would be eveready to fire the entire medical fraternity.
We aren't the saviours like them but at least we can join our hands together and understand them. Let's not force them to strikes and protests. Let's be their support and walk hand in hand . Let's be the ice to the fire. For the flame of a candle doesn't takes time to turn into a burning outcry !
The healing hands should no more shiver, The history should get something better to remember. The white coats will always be stainless, Only if we try our best to support them relentless .
Trotting in the street filled with many lively people Having an incredible company of friends A friendship which was supposed to never end Walking down home from tuition Seemed like a joyful affair in their company Until I met my frightening destiny A splash on my face A gush on my hair I couldn't understand where did my skin disappear I was burning in pain Shocked in disdain The crowded place seemed like hound of lames They came... they went But in dreadful state to the hospital I was sent Before I could understand what happened to me I opened my eyes... but wasn't able to see The skin flowed like melted ice Just that..it left a burning pain for my demise Operations after operations I underwent But the lovely face flew with time's kent Just a matter of few seconds Turned my life upside down But after the surgery I never frowned Justice ! Revenge ! Ban acid sale ! Was my dream with no more gale Today I stand as a confident girl For it's not face , it's the will power that swirls
Acid attacks are seeming to be very frequent inspite to so many campaigns. The attack nevertheless affects the life of the survivor brutally but when they rise they can never be pulled down. We as writers are supposed to use the power of words to bring a change. Candle marches and poster shows aren't going to help anymore. Let's come together and stop the acid sale for there's never a fire without a small flame.
Mother Earth , the Divine nature sacrifices her entire assets to give us a living. And we selfish humans keep exploiting it and taking it for granted. But how long can we do this ? Once will be a time when we will die in search of a drop of water or may die because of absence of pure air to breathe or because of the global warming we Create. How long will mother Earth keep warning us through her anger of cyclones , earthquakes and much more ? It's up to us how far can we realize our mistakes and stand forward to rectify them as soon as possible.
Use this picture from my previous post and participate in #pc_dds picture challenge. Awaiting your participation .
Hey there lovely people, Had been inactive for really long time and even after a comeback few days ago doesn't feels like writing ( kinda suffering a writersblock) so tried having fun and reconnecting with Lovely people here.
Writers are always in search of a prompt and they find words in everything they see or feel. So here I am with a picture challenge. Grab up your pen and ink down whatever you feel after looking at this picture. Is it related to beauty or nature's exploitation or industrialization or maybe something new ??
कहने को कह रहे हम की हम आधुनिक भारत की ओर अग्रसर हैं , क्या यही है वो आधुनिक भारत ? जहां हर शाम एक कहानी का अंत होता है और दूसरी सुबह एक नई कहानी की शुरुआत। हर सुबह अख़बार दरिंदगी से भरी मिलती है और हर शाम हम इंसाफ की गुहार लगाते हैं। अगर मोमबत्तियों की सौगात से इंसाफ मिलते तो गुनाह कम नहीं होते ? इससे बेहतर है कि हम आत्म निर्भर बनना सीखे। एक दूसरे का साथी बनें। आप भी उतने ही दोषी है जितना कि वो बलात्कारी अगर आपने किसी की इज़्ज़त नीलाम होते देखी या सुनी मगर अनसुनी कर बाद में मोमबत्तियों की कतार में खड़े हो गए। पहले खुद को खुद से इंसाफ दिलाए फिर सरकार से इंसाफ की गुहार लगाए ।
Hey there, its Nirbhaya here, 16 December, 2012...hope you remember. The scary night on the Delhi road, Those beasts feasted on flesh in that black window bus aboard. Hope you remember , I was thrown naked on road. Cars, Buses , bikes...all passed by, None of you came up...just watched my goodbye. A pain so deep that I couldn't even scream, My eyes closed with horrific nightmare. The physical pain was no more felt, But for life to the doctors I begged. A revenge, a lesson, a change were my last wishes, But alas without my intestines I burnt to ashes.
Thanks to you that you did protest, Became my voice for the unbailable offence. Candle marches and poster shows, But did those devils stopped their monster glow? Years after years justice came out of just a public fear.
Thanks to you that I've companions now, Many more nirbhaya play with me here now. Asifa , Twinkle, Sneha , Madhu are my sisters under my care, Just keep doing the candle marches in despair.
Thanks to you for not changing the law, Thanks to you for reaching the rising numbers now. Thanks to you for not doing what you were supposed to do, Thanks to you for the crime you did, which you can never undo.
Silent protest and candle marches are no more going to help. It's high time, it's high time my fellows. Don't send more children, sisters , mothers and grandmoms to me here. I'm tired of taking care of them. They were not supposed to live like me. They were supposed to play with you not me.
Hey there, if you can hear me.... bring a change, bring a change that can stop this everyday news. Bring a change that can make us feel safe. Bring a change that can make us live. Bring a change that can create a fear not for us but for those devils who create these silent screams.
I may not be clear enough or may not be 100% right but this is the bitter truth of Indian society !!
Nahi jina us zalim duniya me jaha izzat mehaz marks pe gini jati hai. Jaha kam marks lane pe aap apne khandan pe kalank banke reh jate hai. Jaha apke apne maa baap apko apni badnami ka karan samjhane lagte hai. Kya hume bura ni lagta. Kya hum apne marks se khush hote h kya. Are jab results ata h na to ye ni sochte ki humara kya aayega kitna ayega bas ye sochte hai ki itna aa jaye jisse mumma papa ko narazgi na ho. Ni jina yaha ki iss bekar system me jo meri izzat or kabiliyat sirf numbers tak simit rakhta ho. Jaha relatives ke call birthday par nahi results ke din ate hai. Apke kam hone ki wajah na koi puchega na hi koi janne ki koshish karega bas sab ke sab taane marte rahenge. Auro ki baat se fark kise parta hai asli depression ka karan to apki khud ki family...apke maa baap ban jate hai. Yu hi kisi to shaukh ni hota apni zindgi se hath dho baithna. Yu hi har result declaration ke bad itne bache suicide ni karte. Uske piche ka karan hoti hai ye marks oriented society. Ek to student ko khud ko regret rehta hai upar se ye society koi kasar ni chorti fake hamdardi dikha kar use or regret karane me. Hume bhi pata hota h humari kya kabiliyat hai or kya hume mila hai. Kehne ko to hazar baatein hai par kehne ka man ni karta kyuki yaha apka sunne wale koi ni...sab sunane wale h. " A piece of paper can't decide my future " is just a mere proverb. But actually it's that piece of paper that's going to establish you or pull you off from this society.
After successfully concluding the #wordsandvoice YouTube Contests for the month of May and June , we are here back with the Contest for the month of July.
Give your words voice contest : 24hour contest (8th July 2019)
Rules for the YouTube contest :
✔Theme: OPEN GENRE ✔Entry fee: 30rs ( via paytm for Indian subcontinent and 1$ via paypal for writers outside subcontinent which will be non refundable) ✔Language : English and / or Hindi ✔Video should not be more than 3 minutes. ✔ Mail should have your introduction and description of the theme. ✔It should be crystal clear. ✔It should not be plagiarized ✔It should not be uploaded anywhere on any platform.
PayTm link : https://p-y.tm/dB9K-gn UPI ID: writerstolli@oksbi PayPal link : http://paypal.me/writerstolli
Those who would like to share your video with us to feature on our channel mail us to email@example.com along with two line description of your content in text form. PS: Kindly attach the screenshot of your payment to the mail.
All entries will be rewarded with e-certificate of participation.
Only selected videos will be posted on the basis of public appeal and nevertheless the most important, the content.
And also the best 3 WINNERS ( Based on the analytics of 10 day's views and likes. So share with your friends n family to get maximum number of likes and views) would receive e-certificate of participation as well has achievement.
Unloved All dressed up for fake melodramas
Rehearsing the grinding pain,
Herself hunting for her true identity,
Mending the shattered scraps,
Of the never recovering controversies
Ultimately, she was unloved. @aishu24
How does one word, one statement matters, it's eventually realised when it actually makes it or breaks something that's very close to your heart. And sometimes, when it does break your heart, you can just do nothing to get out of it.