What is wrong in Prostitution?

Who doesn’t desire to be rich. But would you prefer it at the cost of your dignity?

This thought is often discussed when a female does something immoral that is refuted by the society. My post is referring to a recent high profile prostitution racket busted in the southern India. This racket involved many established and aspiring film actresses and models and businessmen. The scandal has become the talk of the town not because prostitution is illegal in India or it was appalling for a close minded Indian society to read something like that. In fact, it is not the first time that a scandal of that sort has been exposed. The limelight of the scandal became a National Award Winner actress who showcased her talent on screen brilliantly at a very tender age. The actress, who is still young has admitted that she did it for money since nobody would hire her in the movies, she rather chose a dark alley to reach to her destination.

A lot of people have a different perspective on the whole situation. Most people said that it is sad to see the destiny of a National Award Winner but she could have done something else, why skin business! Sure, this was not the last option on the earth. Agreed.

While others and that includes mostly females, opined that while reading this story, it is repelling how the media is extending only the character of the actress in the malicious gossip and nothing on the high profile businessman found with her. I am sure she wasn’t making out alone! Nor she was forcing herself on him. This one sided limelight is not justified.

I agree with the second opinion, but more than that I want to know what is wrong with prostitution. If a female who tried every righteous act to earn money, but has failed to do so, uses her body to earn money, what is so catastrophically wrong with it? It’s her body anyway. Yes, it may not be morally right for some people, but to hell with them. I would agree with such upright people if they had supported her with monetary help. I am sure no female goes into such repelling business willingly, unless she has an insatiable sexual appetite, but when she is caught, it is only her who is called names. Have you heard people talking about why did the man do such thing. As if they were born with this right of ‘could not be questioned’. If a female chooses her body to be used in an unpleasant fashion, no matter how wrong it is, we must understand it is still her decision. The least you can do is to understand what got her into this and pull her out of this quagmire, rather than pushing her further.

Prostitution is a very sensitive topic. You may have totally contradictory views from me, but come to think of it who are we to decide what is right and wrong. Since, we have not dealt with those desperate times, we will not get what makes wrong things look right. It is not the time to judge when people will always be judged wrongly.

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INTO THE LABYRINTH

Like a racing horse,
Thoughts are sprinting
Amongst is a thought,
To find a moment
And rein in,
The checkered mind

Sigh!
As that moment arrives
Realization dawns,
And I find myself
Into the labyrinth.

Is it just me or do you also go through the phase when you get a train of thoughts which keeps you in a knotty state for days? At times there is so much going on in your mind that you lose track of your trajectory and feel stuck like a person in the middle of the gridlock. One way, which I find easier to follow, is to become blasé to the whole situation and shrug off.

Not sure how credible it is, but it sure works :)

Eid Mubarak

Eid Mubarak! Wondering if this Eid is same for everyone around the world. I don’t want to go through the despondent talks on Israel-Palestine War, Civil wars in Syria, Iraq and God knows where else nor about the bombing of a plane. Instead, I want you to listen to this track which makes me wonder where are the hearts of people who are fighting for reasons recondite to humanity.

It’s an Arabic song, luckily was able to find a video with English translation.

Prayer bells in India

Photo Credits: A. Mittal
Photo Credits: A. Mittal

While browsing through my old pics, I stopped at these bell pics and wondered what was I thinking when I took pictures of these bells.  Sure, the dense clustered bells must have been an intriguing  factor, but the presence of so many bells in a temple not so heavily crowded was a little surprising.  These pictures are from some temple in a small hilly town of Chamba in Himachal Pradesh, India.

Bell sounds can be commonly heard in India.  And when you hear it, it is apparent that there must be a temple nearby.  In India, you will never come across any temple without a bell, it is a ritual here to ring the bell before praying.  After much thought on why it’s a norm for every temple to have at least one bell, I read somewhere that these bells are made of different metals in different ratios that gives them a distinct sound. It is said that when the tongue of the bell is struck against the outer cap it produces the divine sound of ‘Om’.   In Hinduism, ‘Om’ is considered as the holy syllable which encompasses all the sounds of our universe.  So, the theory is  by striking the bell before praying, you are inviting the virtual energy or vibes to engulf your surroundings while diminishing the negative ones at the same time.

Remember to ring a bell in temples in India. :)

Photo Credits: A. Mittal

 

The Rain By Robert Creeley

rain_drops_at_night-wideIt’s finally raining in Delhi, still not pouring but rain in whichever form is pleasing. And it not only mellows you out, but compels you to read that complements your mood and the weather. Here’s one poem that goes with the weather, I hope you like it too.

The Rain
By Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.

Beyond opinions – an alternative view on unhealthy relationships

Not always you enjoy healthy relationships around you. Sometimes it gets really difficult to put up with people in such scenarios. Most of it is clearly because people don’t see beyond useless arguments. They can go on and on bickering about the issues without any logical conclusion. From what all I have seen and learnt as lessons, discord is not always due to difference in opinions, but there are countless reasons which we certainly overlook during frictions. I can pat myself for being a highly open-minded person who always looks beyond mere opinion differences.

I usually have altercations with my mom. Often I think, how can someone fight with me so much even knowing how much room I give to healthier ways of dealing with a problem. But anyway, so when there is an argument, I don’t just see it as a result of different point of view, but I am also ready to believe the biological side of it.  Females being a more emotionally vulnerable gender, clearly are synonyms to ‘Nagger’. Well, I am a female myself and not patronizing them (or us). Men term women as cranky, complaining, nagger which undeniably is all true, however, at times it is not under their control since they go through hormonal turbulence all their life in forms of mensuration, pregnancy, then menopause causing not only physical stress but mental too that vents out by picking up fights.

Well, it’s not only women, I have come across something as Male menopause too! Yes, do you see a lot of above 50, grumpy males around you who do not show happy signs, male menopause could definitely be one of the reasons. Like females, males also undergo subtle hormonal changes that makes them prone to irrational behavior.

Similarly, we often overlook other possibilities of belligerent or argumentative way of a person before tagging them as “not-meant-to-live- together”.  Ever heard of Bipolar disorder which causes mood variations?  Gone are the days when this was a disorder of rich and famous and lonely movie stars. A doctor once told me a ratio of bipolar disorder is 1:5 in India!. Many of my colleagues complain of erratic behavior of elders in their homes who knows that it is Bipolar to be blamed for all of this.

In short, when you observe a certain behavior of people like picking fights, constant badgering, coldness etc. It may have got to do with any of the above. So, before judging them at least give a thought on the biological side of it and find a solution. Else, just treat yourself with quarrels everyday.

A brief tryst

It started as a very ordinary day for me. Same running to catch a metro to work, carving my way in the crowd of zillions and at the same time strutting on those imbalanced heels. I usually walk fast during the rush hour in mornings, without looking left and right like a horse with blinkers. So, I was already running late and in those late mornings I can even ignore a Hurricane. While I was proceeding towards my next interchange of trains, my feet struck a baby shoe. A small kid of less than an year was being carried by his mother, the shoe must have got dropped in that hustle-bustle.  While he was looking at his shoe wanting to tell his mum about his lost treasure, his mother was completely oblivious of the situation. Suddenly, he saw me coming close towards him. He made a desperate glance at me and the next towards his shoe. That innocent face immediately softened the robotic me. I picked up the shoe and extended my hand to give to him, he did the same with an appreciating smile but co-incidentally his mother made a swift move inadvertent of this secret meeting. I walked further to give the boy his shoe but his mother was making equal steps as me. In this long chaotic walk, the kid was the most desperate soul. Seeing this misery, a third person stopped the mother and pointed towards me. With a satisfactory expression the mother left with the shoe while the kid still facing towards me, had an overwhelming smile.

A brief love affair can happen anywhere and anytime.!

 

 

 

 

Little learning on the back of a tuktuk

I was thinking of some good subject from quite some time and Voila I found it today.. at the back of a tuktuk :-). You’ll find all sorts of funny phrases written on trucks and tuktuks in India, but for once I found something so cogitative. I was impressed so much so that I chased the tuktuk to take a picture.

Thought
Photo Credits: A. Mittal

 Translation (It wasn’t easy):

Had man been the embodiment of Love

Had he been a little more selfless

Had he been more conscious of someone else’s pain

He would have been a healer rather than a venomous snake.

Roses in the farm

Photo Credits: Janewheeler.co.uk

It was spring as I remember

Her face beamed,

As zephyr brushed her hair

She smiled,

Seeing roses in the farm

Singing aloud,

Waiting for her man

She wrote another song

Seasons passed…

Woke up with a jolt,

She looked around the empty room

Rubbing her eyes,

She gazed through the porch

It was snowing,

And there were no roses in the farm.

 

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