Shame on you

According to me Rape is not just a sexual penetration, by one person with or against another person without the consent of the victim. Rape is a violation of a person, it is the instillation of an atrocious fear in his heart that will always haunt and no matter will in the end, become a part of the person, maybe in the form of anger, guilt, resentment or even self-pity. Rape is wrong, it is not justified and I can never understand how a person could ever want to commit such an act.How could someone ever want to be a monster?
Rape is shame. According to some statistics, only one in 69 rape cases in India are even reported. Only 20 % of those reported result in convictions for the rape accused. How much of courage could a person need to stand in in front of a court and declare how a monster stole away her own body from her? Rape is a disgrace to humanity. It is an insult on the way we think and live and allow ourselves to act.
Provocative clothes are NOT instigation. It is her right and the exercising of her own free will, whatever she wears wherever, an honorable man would do nothing more than respect it. And how could you blame a woman for a man’s heinous act of uncontrollable thirst? It is simply stupid and an unintelligent plea to play the mind-game of whose fault it is, when we all know the truth.
The root of this,I believe is the person’s thinking and what kind of an atmosphere he grew up in. If in a family a girl who wore skirts, ranted about in English or learned to speak out for herself, was frowned upon, that man will never learn to respect a modern woman then.He will carry that thought with him and never learn to respect freedom of will and act.
A woman gets raped every half an hour in India. Then why is it that nothing is being done about it, why is nobody standing up to fight, and to put to shame those people who dared to intimidate someone else for fulfillment of his lust.
Everyone from little girls - six month old children rapes are becoming routine now - to grandmothers are raped. Age is no barrier.
I believe that it is the denial of all of this that is the root cause of trouble. I wish we could all stop saying No, how could that happen and start accepting that something like that just did and it might be too late, so I should get up and speak out, possibly even shout out to make people hear and get justice.
So let us resolve to stand up against this injustice and work together in whatever possible way, but just don’t let this disgraceful act ever die a silent death of shame and intimidation, because then it won’t be a right ending, the monster can’t be the hero now, can he?

That's me for you

So the thing is I thought and I thought and then I thought a little more and then I took a little break from all that thinking and got myself a Cadbury Crackle(I justified it to my calorie-conscious mind that I deserved it after all the thinking) and then I sat down on my compie.And I came up with this and that and deleted most of it (who am I kidding here?I deleted ALL of it.It was crap) I just couldn’t make up my mind “what could my first blog be about?” And then lightning struck me(literally, my mom found out the candy wrappers in my shoes(what can I say?I am lazy).I thought she’d never go there. I guess there’s no stopping a Mom) but after ALL of that,I realized this is me. The sluggish girl, the confused young woman, the one who always makes it hard for others to understand (and/or live).I have never ever in my life ever made a plan and if even if somebody made it for me I never stuck through it till the end. This is me. unpredicted and riotous in limits(go figure).I am not original, I think copying(I’d rather call it being inspired) is the way to go; also, it’s easier.

Yeah, I use lots of brackets in my sentences(This is my brand of OCD,or  maybe I just think every person who is going to read this is going to be mentally slow and will need as much as possible “added information”) I do shop a lot, and eat lots of chocolates and gossip, but that’s an average girl for you; but what is not-average about me is I like to believe I have a great sense of humor and that puts most guys in my life at an insecure spot, also I usually never get angry (that is a hitch I also worry about sometimes) and I am tall (not very I am just 5’6”,but people make a big thing about it, and I don’t mind the attention)

I have a few secrets: 1)Like,I have a certain quality I look for in a man, no it’s not that he should be tall and handsome, etc. It’s that he should NOT get along with my best friend.I fear that he’ll think she’s more fun. Actually she is.(The secrets out but she won’t ever read it.so no biggie!) 2) I think I am so pretty that I intimidate people. HAHA. (That was a joke. No I am not THAT pretty)

I believe that everybody should get lots of chances at everything, one shot is not sufficient (or rational).I believe that dreams come true. I think that we are all seriously good people in the deepest of our hearts and I know that we all love  knowing that we have always got another shot at being a better person.

For me, life is not all that complicated despite what I usually make it sound like.

So go live,love and flyyyyy!

(P.s. I can’t believe you read the whole thing,I got bored out by the middle myself!

YOU LOSER)