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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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Just a thought

People say women are difficult. It’s impossible to understand their moods. It’s difficult to predict what they might like or hate. They are confused and clumsy. All true. I agree to all those allegations on females being the most complex creation of Almighty. But that is why they are special and not ordinary, isn’t it? I mean imagine the world without beautiful, chirpy and vivacious females. The men world would be gloomy and empty. But hang on, may be it’s not a male problem but females’ who howsoever independent and bold may become will always remain softies from heart and so there is a constant struggle between two opposite personalities. We are modern women but we still do not like to be taken granted, we still want pampering, we still want men to take care of us but of course in a limit.

I mean is it really that hard to read a woman or the men just don’t try hard? But just a piece of advice women may be little difficult to handle but they are delight if treated properly, so value your lady before she stops valuing you.

Live for a better world

Arazu, a single Afghan mother of four smuggled herself with 2 sons from Afghanistan to Germany after bribing exorbitantly at the borders.  This was in 2011.  She still awaits the reunion with her daughters.

Hyeonseo Lee, a North Korean national escaped the country for the better world only to reunite with her family after 14 years.

Kunsang, a Tibetan woman who left her home country with her daughter in order to survive from ruthless invading Chinese army.  Though she is over 90 she has never been able to return to her country. Living an exiled life.

And it’s just not them. There are thousands of people every day who put their lives at risk to find out ways to escape from extremist countries. I am left flabbergasted with the immense courage and determination (of course loads of money!!) displayed by these people to leave that toxic political and social environment in desperation.

Living in a democratic country I still crib about the corruption and bureaucracy prevails in India however when I read such stories I feel so fortunate to be a part of it.  It is sad that some of us are very unfortunate not because we are born in poor families or with some disorders but to take birth in a country like Afghanistan or North Korea!!  There, the life of an individual is not his or her but it is heavily dependent on the political scenario of the country.  In North Korea not even that option as there is only one man rule. I have been wanting to write on Kim Jong-un since long but have never been able to understand how one family has been able to hold its control on its people for that long even after incidents of insurgencies all around the world. Pick up a history of any subdued nation there is always one section of society raising its voice against autocratic rule and starting some sort of Guerrilla Warfare against the ruler but it is disappointing how we haven’t read any such revolt in North Korea.

It is quite despairing, you take birth in this world only to find yourself on the behest of country leaders.  Suddenly your life is not yours. You are scrutinized, monitored and live in constant surveillance. And making matter worse if you are born with shit luck you would either end up losing your life in a suicide bomb attack or a vegetable life in a concentration camp.!!!

Disappearing Chivalry

If you’re walking with your lady on the sidewalk, I still like to see a man walking street-side, to protect the lady from traffic. I grew up with that, and I hate to see something like that get lost. I still like to see that a man opens the door. I like those touches of chivalry that are fast disappearing. – Betty White

I so agree with this thought. I don’t know what’s killing chivalry slowly – is it feminism or being traditionally chivalrous has gone out of style?

But I am still positive about it.

And I wished to die…

rape case

I came to this world only five years ago, was still trying to absorb its beauty and goodness. Like a pampered angel I walked, holding hands of Daddy. Everything seemed halcyon and glee. Ignorant of dreadful elements in the society, I played nonchalantly. And then came two human-looking figures, seeing chocolate in their hands, I was overjoyed. Not that I knew, I was beguiled. They pulled me to a place that was dark and silent. One by one they laid over me, something which I did not like. I threw my legs and scratched their faces with my nails. But they smothered me with their big hands. Tears rolled down my eyes. I wanted my mummy and daddy, but there was nobody to hear me. Both wretched monsters still continued their execrable and sickening ‘thing’ with me. I did not know what they were doing. I loathed as they touched my body and private parts tossing me around like a plastic doll and biting me infinite times, the pain was excruciating. And then both of them stood up I thought it’s over and I can go home but no it was not. They were not done playing with me yet. A broken glass was inserted in me through my private parts like I had no life. I can not even describe the pain I went through, any word in the dictionary would fail to measure my agony. It made my heart to groan but I could not as they stuffed my mouth. I could not think of anything worse than this but then a plastic bottle entered inside me, for once I thought was I born to witness this? Is this usual thing that happens here? And those human-looking monsters disappeared leaving me in a pool of blood. I wanted to shout but my voice could not come out. I whimpered incessantly. As the night passed the place grew darker and darker. I cried all night not  because I was hungry or in pain, but for taking birth as a girl. Now I know what it is being a girl. With the dawn of another day my sobbing was at last heard. I screamed seeing my mummy. Now I detested any touch by male, even that of my daddy!. I was taken to the hospital and as the world knows, I made it. But what life I have now with that trauma deeply engraved in my heart and mind? I have only one question – why did I live as I wished nothing but, die.

“Now piercèd is her virgin zone;
She feels the foe within it.
She hears a broken amorous groan,
The panting lover’s fainting moan,
Just in the happy minute.”

 -John Wilmot

My Thoughts:  This post is dedicated to the recent 5 year old rape victim in New Delhi. I chose to write on that gruesome act happened with that girl through her melancholic heart and not any long social correction message. I have nothing more to say on it.

Be a Fighter, Not a Sufferer!

071I totally gave up on writing a post today due to the lack of any inspiration around me but fortunately or unfortunately may be, I did find something. I was doing my usual writing and reading stuff in my room when I heard my mom talking to her close friend over a call about domestic violence which of course alerted my ears. So, I eavesdropped (hate to say that), but I couldn’t contain my curiosity so I asked my mother for the details and I got to know that my mother’s friend has been a victim of domestic violence and is now on anti-depressants. Last night, her husband had hit her again but this time it surpassed her tolerance level so she called the police. (But like any other respectable family the matter subdued without much tumult).  Imagine a upper middle class family which seems quite ordinary to any pair of eyes in social gatherings has a deep secret like this, what should I say they are good at camouflaging secrets?. 

Domestic Violence is not a country specific issue, it is encountered everyday by number of females living in different corners of the world. I was keen on writing on this topic all the more because I am currently reading a book called My Feudal Lord which is a real account of Tehmina Durrani who was battered and tortured for many years by her husband Ghulam Mustafa Khar who happened to be the former Chief Minister and Governor of Punjab in Pakistan.  Like many women she also kept mum to such atrocities for various reasons. She eventually got divorced though.

In my belief, there is no reason (small or big) under the sun that permits you to let anybody hit you constantly, that too somebody who is supposed to provide you security. At times women may be wrong and may not oblige with the code of conduct laid by the husband, but, raising a hand on a woman or any living being for that matter in any circumstance is an act of cowardice. And I feel more angry not on the one who starts the violence but who accepts it without any attempt of refusal.  For those who suffers silently are the greatest sinners than the ones who cause the sufferings, as quoted in the Holy Book of Bhagwad Gita.  

What are these women afraid of anyway? Nowadays even society is open to help them. I asked my mother to help her out, and she replied “Well I can’t until she herself is ready to rise against it.  I will be seen as somebody poking nose in somebody’s family matter.”

I certainly believe gone are the days when women were totally dependable on their husbands and crap. If you aren’t earning there is a word called ‘Alimony’ and ‘Maintenance money’ after divorce which is enough to give chills to any married men. Plus all that social stigma they go through as the battered female will receive all the sympathy of the world. Any female who has come out of this hell and made a living on her own earns my respect but not the ones who are being silent sufferers as you will always be blamed for being one. And if you really want to be a sufferer at least be a smart one, keep a pepper spray! Remember men’s private part hurts them the most. I would surely wouldn’t prefer living in such tragedy and keep an account of my beatings so that I can write a biography later on.

Break the shell and see how wonderful it is to live like a human being.