Why is my life like this? Why do I have to suffer for things which are easily accessible to others?
Let me take you to our humble origins.
According to science the amount of semen that is released once an adult healthy male has intercourse contains 400 million sperm.
So, logically if that amount of sperm found a place in the womb of a girl, then 400 million babies would be created!
Out of this 400 million sperm, running like crazy towards the egg, only 300–500 sperm survive.
And the rest? They die of exhaustion or defeat on the way. These are 300–500 sperm, which have been able to reach the ovum. Only one of them, a very strong sperm, fertilizes the ovum or takes a seat in the ovum. That lucky sperm is you or me, or all of us.
Have you ever thought of this great war?
1. When you ran “there were no eyes, hands, feet, head, yet you won.
2. When you ran, you didn’t have a certificate, you didn’t have a brain, but you won.
3. You had no education when you ran, no one helped but you won.
4. You had a destination when you ran and you ran with a single mind, aiming at that destination and you won in the end.
- After that, many #babies are lost in the mother’s womb. But you are not dead, you have completed 9 full months.
- Many babies die at birth but you survived.
- Many babies die in the first 5 years of life. You are still alive.
- Many children die of malnutrition. Nothing happened to you.
- Many have left the world on the way to growing up, you are still there.
And today ……
You panic when something happens, you get frustrated, but why? Why do you think you lost? Why have you lost confidence? Now you have friends, siblings, certificates, everything. There are hands and feet, there is education, there is the brain to plan, there are people to help, yet you have lost hope.
When you did not give up on the first day of life. Fighting to the death with 400 million sperm, you won the competition alone without any help by running continuously.
Why do you break down when something happens ??
Why do you say I do not want to live?
Why did I say I lost?
why are you frustrated?
Why would you lose? Why rate? You won in the beginning, you will win in the end.
You were born a winner!
And this my folks is The subtle art of not losing hope
What if one night I invite you with an invitation sealed with a wax rose emblem and inked in a cursive? Would you give it a whirl or turn it down?
What If I say, I'll wait for you at the door way at a haunted house, on the stairs wearing a red velvet dress, eyebrows filled in very lightly, a deep maroon eyeshadow and the darkest, earthiest brown pencil liner with dramatic mascara? Would you be excited to see me? Oh! I won't be putting concealer, I'll let the dark circles show for they are so sexy. But I'll put on a lipstick, the colour of coagulated blood.
Let's haunt moonlight in the woods and put on candle light rituals in a haunted house in the forest. Read classic poetry. How about gothic literature? We shall hold ghost story contests together and talk about the people who have been killed mysteriously by the author in the book. Why not set a classical music with wine? The notes softly bouncing on each one of the walls soo high, even the sky wails, "I'm scared, the music might melt my clouds".
Please enter the room with a silent foot that makes no sound upon the floor and put me on the black velvet bed, with black roses engulfing all across, with it's thorns soo sharp that even the clouds fear the thorns could hurt them to cause their tears flood. Let's reveal our lust with silent whispers as ghosts intertwined, as the moon shifts shape, ready for their feasts.
Put your lips on mine, suck the blood and I'll follow you like the rainbows following the rain. Let's turn naked than the flesh, make love stronger than the bone and drink each others freckles. I'll turn wet enough for a fire to thaw and spread thighs wide enough for a thunder to let in. I'll be your viaticum, feast me like a hungry wolf.
And when all of this is over, lets sing together in a language so old that even earth no longer remember and laugh so loud that even the sky cries, "I'm scared the resonance could destroy me."
Let's make our date little radical, little unreal, perhaps evil.
Reformers are people like you and me who have the audacity to chase rainbows and a little more to reach a successful execution.
/ Lay down a cornerstone to hit the milestone./
Exhibit dissent to the highest authorities which were raised for the well-being of a nation but over time, their subject-matter has changed. Their vision of development is limited to minting money for their own greedy-self. To stabilise this instability, a change is needed in the heart of political agendas and system, on the whole.
Exhibit dissent to the primitive and refined malpractices that are still followed behind the locked doors, open fields, on humans and animals, against abuse (mental or physical), patriarchy, violence, discrimination, stereotypes, bias, irrational traditions and myriad other atrocities that are pulled off day in and day out among us, by us. To annihilate the lair of inequity, a change is needed in our corroded mindset, ethos, roots, upbringing, by and large, in our dear society.
Zone out sternly off the virtual world and look around. Meet, communicate, engage with and chill around with family and people, in person. Break down the walls of seclusion. Embrace flaws and appreciate unfiltered faces. Sympathise, empathise and close in on reality. To restore the long lost "connection" between us and the people next door, a change is needed in our personality, praxis, broadly in our living.
Long story short-- "Dissent is important for a change and change is persistent and inexorable." So, why not change for good?
O' offsider, Let dissent prevail, Let ideas exchange, Uncloak your veil, Effectuate a change.
*Because she was a girl?* °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
// They didn't want a girl 'from' their son but now, They want a girl 'for' that young boy, isn't it strange! Dates changed and years have changed, Hoping... that someday, they will also change. //
"How a girl will help them in bright future" With this thought, they prayed for a boy, With torture and pressure on the mother, They spoiled her pregnancy period and joy.
They used many ways for assuring a male child, Some were superstitions, some were illegal notions, By chance, a girl took birth instead of boy, They cursed the mother, for not approving 'abortion.'
They got a baby boy, after that girl, Otherwise they would have killed the lady, They were 'educated illiterates' who don't know That this all is in that divine soul's custody.
They bounded the girl in society's imaginary chains, And put restrictions on her in several ways, They didn't let her live with internal peace, Neither they allowed her to study, and to play.
Mercilessly, they cut out wings of that innocent girl, Because they did't want her to fly, They suppressed the voice of the blue infinite space, Which, for her, had turned into 'grey coloured sky'.
They hurt her mental health every time and Tortured her like she doesn't have feelings and heart, The whole world shouted, about so called 'equality', But she was ill treated, unlike her male counterpart.
She was born purely innocent and beautiful, With exquisite eyes, full of infinite unfulfilled dreams, Her beauty faded soon, due to this torture, And her soothing voice had turned into screams.
Her wishes, her happiness were completely killed, Whole family looked at her, as if she was a burden, She became mentally depressed and ill, And was wishing for a 6 feet grave in her garden.
No one supported her, no one listened to her, Her scars, her pains were killing her from inside, Breathing became more tougher for her, So on one fine day, she commited suicide.
No one showed significant regret on her death, Only one kind soul was crying, her mother, Rest all felt a relaxation from a 'burden', Her death, had not make them bother.
After few years, they demanded an educated girl For their grandson, with beautiful face and eyes, But they only had changed a cute girl into depressed They even enjoyed her depression, and her demise.
This directly indicates their very small thinking And their mind's extremely short range, They didn't want a girl 'from' their son but now, They want a girl 'for' that young boy, isn't it strange!
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NOTE :- Nowadays, this practice is rare, and it's really a very good news. But, it is 'rare', not ended. This practice is still practiced in few pockets of India (perhaps of world too). Many laws have made, but never implemented properly.