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Thursday, 30 July 2015

From My Heart For You

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Where would be our meeting point I wonder at times, under the trees while I sit and explore the greenery of the lands. You're the calling of my distant shore, yet when I come near to you; you just tend to move across. You say to me that I no longer care for you, but do you really know how much you mean to me? I would say no. You haven't seen me from the inner quarters of my being.

I don't mean to say that you don't understand me, I only say that you understand me but little bit of an individual self, somewhat secrets of mine, you don't understand. The same I would say in my case, when I can't stand to your expectations.

Sometimes it is better to leave things on time and that's what I and you have been doing for a month. I know it is better to not talk for fewer days, then breaking the most powerful bond that we share, the bond of 'love'.

It doesn't happen everyday that one can give one's heart to a person. It takes months, years to believe in the beauty of someone's dreams of you. It is a journey with one person of the other gender who peeks into your heart completely.

Respect that person and always remember that what you are, what you feel, what you learn; it's because of the presence of that one person in your life. And not many people become that close to you, in your lifetime like that one person, who gives his/her dreams to you.

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Gagandeep Singh Vaid


Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Dr. Kalam

I will fly,,
I will fly..
said, the missile-man of India that fine day,,
standing in front of him, when the crowd cheered his coming on the stage of the JLF..
he was the star of the festival..
he asked everyone to pledge,,
that we would do something for India..
his poetry his words.. have left an essence in my heart.. like in the hearts of thousands of men and women there..
as he looked at the crowd,
that was a man with a plan.
vision 2020.
he said he had wanted to be an air force pilot but was rejected at 23..
he fulfilled that dream after he became the president of india.. being the chief of the armed forces..
as much as i say about him..
will be less..
his achievements have been diverse,,
what he did for india, we can never forget him...
love you always

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Freedom to learn


Your smile, for all miles~


In a journey to understand the blossom in your eyes,
I not only found solace but also you and me,
We both lying in a state of unknown,
At the time when we were to depart.
People were nostalgic that it was an end,
To the college life; few were celebrating.
While we cried in each other's arms,
We had known, it was our last meeting.
She said, we will meet again,
I knew she had been lying upfront.
She would soon be wrapped into social boundaries,
While I shall be a free bird.
She a lady with the scarlet in her eyes,
Me cheerful with her smile and times we spent,
Our affectionate picture curbed in my eyes.
We kissed the last time,
In the walk of the gardens of bounty,
Kissed the spirit of dreams,
Which had brought us together,
And were stretching us apart.
It was the day, to be the last meeting place,
Until I realized that I had been asleep,
Dreaming, and she was sleeping next to me-
My wife, my happiness and every dream.
I told her in her sleep,
We are together forever-
For the times of the breeze,
We shall fly as free birds,
And lighten our skies,
Fulfill our wishes,
Complete our togetherness,
Love each other's eyes' and smiles.
--
GSV

Thursday, 16 July 2015

Experiences



You turn back or you look forward. 
There is someone staring at you.
A many images will reach your conscience,
Yet many in a few eyes would be longing towards you.

Yes, these many eyes are in my few dreams that I see.

When her eyes give me the belief of who I am.
When the sky gives me company,
Wherever I go for that matter.
I feel and take my life as a blessing.

Yes, it is a roller coaster ride.
You start with a belief to come out of a journey as a winner.
Whereas sometimes the journey stretches too long,
That there is no other option than returning back. 
You win, you lose but in this process you learn.

Lessons are most essential,
And the process that goes into those lessons,
Is the beautiful of all.
Do you know what this process is called?
It is called "experiencing".  


Monday, 13 July 2015

On Faces And Disposition 8.)

I thought, that he was someone whom I knew. Well, whom I knew very well. I thought, he was the same man. 

His eyes, his face structure just as the man I saw in my dreams. But, he was younger, this man I saw on the train looked old. This man with grey hair, whereas the man I see in my dreams has black hair.

Somewhere, my dreams of childhood had been saying me that; hey, we have turned old. But needless to say, the sight of this man; made me interact with my childhood dreams. Dreams which greet me even today. I just saw the dream walking in front of me today. The man, appeared to tell me; he had a real existence. I saw that dreams and the characters of those dreams, are real.

Or maybe, it's just a state of mind.
Sometimes, what I have seen; I feel it happening in front of me, as if I have lived it by myself. People call it deja vu. Have you been inspired by any incident or character of your dreams as well?



Sunday, 12 July 2015

Unkahi Kahani

Image: Science Report
Chadar aurh ke apne rishton pe,
Chala vo rahi ek safar pe,
Apne vaadon to torh ke,
Chala vo ghar baar chorh ke.

Is jahan se nahi lekin,
Apne aap se sawaal poochta,
Ki khud ki parva kare,
Ya apno ka sath vo de.

Jab apne dil se poocha usne,
To sawaal mille ki haan,
Sahi raah pe tha vo,
Jab apno ko dekhne ke kiye,
The aur log, to vo chal diya,
Unki maddad karne jinka,
Koi na tha. Uski unkahi kahani,
Kaash kissi ne sunni hoti,
Kaash uske apno ko bhi,
Uspar naaz hota. Door nahi,
Vo to hamesha unke dillo me,
Nek iraadon me atoot tha.

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Gagandeep Singh Vaid


SKETCHES AND PAINTINGS BY RITIKA SARRAF

















Our task must be to free ourselves… by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~Albert Einstein


Saturday, 11 July 2015

Will Legalising Prostitution help?

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Prostitution has been around since time immemorial. It is sometimes referred to as the world’s oldest profession with brothels dating back to mughal era. As Google defines it, Prostitution is the business or practice of engaging in sexual relations for exchange of payment or other benefits. With women and children being increasingly forced into this business, it has become one of the most sensitive issues demanding immediate legal action.
A recent proposal by the National Commission for Women chief, Lalitha Kumaramangalam to legalise prostitution in India has once again spurred the debate whether legalising prostitution can actually help curb the menace of human trafficking or will it only lead to increase in this sector?
There are two schools of thought on this issue- those like Ms. Kumaramangalam in the favour of legalising and those opposing her stance. 
Ms. Kumaramangalam and the likes emphasise that legalisation of prostitution in India would ensure better living conditions for women engaged in sex trade in terms of improved hygiene, regularised working hours and wages, etc. Today, most men refuse using condoms leading to increase in the cases of STDs. Women engaged in this trade are very often harassed by the police and society; exploited by the pimps and brothel owners and physically abused by their clients. Some of them are paid as low as 1$-1.5$. Children and young girls are trafficked and forced in this business. Parents in backward areas of the country sell their children for a mere 2000- 3000 Rs. On top of all this, the sex worker has to face the wrath of the society. The same society which forces her in this trade, insults her, denying the right to a respectable life. 
Proponents feel all these issues can positively be dealt with by legalising this business. 
While, on the other hand, organisations like Apne Aap, which work towards ending trafficking, argue that legalising prostitution will only give immunity to the traffickers and brothel-keepers encouraging them to expand their business eventually leading to a rise in this industry. Writer and activist Rami Chhabra, who heads Apne Aap, quotes the example of Germany, where legalisation has only lead to doubling of the prostitution industry.
The German government legalized prostitution mainly to offer prostitutes protection from violence and exploitation but it couldn’t do much to contain prostitution and improve conditions for the workers due to the loopholes in the legislation.
There are some who are forced into this flesh trade while others who do this out of choice because being uneducated and unskilled, they can find no better job that earns them a livelihood. Whatever the reason maybe, these workers, like workers in any other profession, deserve social security, hygienic working conditions, regular wages and respect in the society. As many as 50% of the sex workers in Kamathipura, the famous Red Light Street of Mumbai are HIV positive since their clients refused to use condoms. These women hesitate visiting doctors as doctors seldom agree to treat them. Prostitution, if legalised, would help these workers to live a respectable life ensuring better living conditions. To curb the menace of child and woman trafficking, the government needs to devise stricter laws. Although brothel ownership and pimping are illegal in india, lack of proper implementation and rampant corruption renders these laws ineffective. It is time we review our anachronous laws and acts to bring them at par with the current scenario.
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Ritika Sarraf

On faces and disposition! 7

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Based on a true story.

One day I boarded a DTC bus that was going towards Red Fort via Delhi Gate. The road which attached the two roads was another road called Daryaganj.

I received my dad's phone call and he asked me at what time would I reach our shop near the Red Fort? I told him, it would take around fifteen to twenty minutes to be there.

As the bus was going on its route, suddenly it turned right instead of the straight road it was accustomed to take. The passengers asked the bus driver regarding what was the matter and they searched for a possible reason to understand his very act. While the passengers were passing glances at one another, the bus driver himself stopped the bus. He waved his hand towards the road that was not taken but was meant to be taken. It was jammed with traffic, and I felt that somewhere it was a wise decision to take the other road, but the passengers like me who were going toward Red Fort had to get down or remain in the bus, to get down at the other juncture, and walk from there to our respective destinations. It was alright for me to walk if traffic couldn't move smoothly from there, but I didn't get down. I thought it was alright to get down at the later juncture.

All this while, my eyes met a man in white kurta-pyjama. He was not being able to get up on his own from the seat, whereon he was seated. His fellow passenger helped the old man get up, but it was hard time to make him get down from the bus. How could he walk down to Daryaganj? He wasn't able to walk without anyone's support that too with very much difficulty. I went near him as the bus stopped. A passenger was helping the old man to get down from the bus on the red light. He could take a rickshaw from there on, to reach his home. But to my surprise the old man stepped again in the bus with two men supporting him to walk up till his seat this time. In sometime, we reached the intersection of the road, and we knew it was where the old man had to get down, and reach his home all by his own. This very thought baffled me in and out. His eyes were weak, his body trembling at the sight of loneliness so grave.

I helped him in getting down from the bus, and one man helped him along with me. The passengers in the bus till that time were confused regarding how the old man would deal with the situation, when I would step into the bus leaving him alone there.

Anyway I didn't return to the bus but stayed there with him. People had some faith in me as their eyes were satisfied to find me standing next to the old man. I held his hand and he held me back, as his only source of energy in that moment came from my presence. I felt the warmth in his hand against my hand, but his body weak and fragile. Soon the bus left. We were standing by the roadside while I called a rickshaw-wallah as he reversed the direction of his rickshaw to come towards us. This was really kind and gentle of him. But he must be acquainted with such incidents everyday, when he would be helping other old men and women just the way he came forward selflessly, I thought. He helped the man sit on the rickshaw and I supported him by holding his feet, to make them reach on the rickshaw floor. I sat next to him, and in his trembling voice he whispered, 'Golcha Cinema'. The richshaw moved and I kept on holding the old man's hand.

In his button eyes, there were dreams, there were sufferings, there were wishes intertwined. I could sense in his warm hands a lot of strength even after going through all the pain and physical suffering. I had overheard few passengers comment on this man's condition, on how his family members had left him all alone, to whatnot. I had felt bad too.

The man spoke again, and I trembled this time to his high pitched voice. He was just trying to interpret his words, but they weren't clear to be understood at the first go. "I am from, Farrukabad". " I had come to the Supreme Court this morning and while getting down from the bus, I had fallen and hurt my back. You're Allah's taufa(gift) to me. He sent you to save me from ills. You are a good man. Allah will bless you, my child. " I thanked him wholeheartedly for his love and blessings, and understood his story far better. I wanted him to stay calm and not worry for me, but he kept on talking, asking questions from me. The man who was in pain, who was silent all that while had held my hand with such force and had cared for me. I couldn't have asked God for more. Such a man, with his deep little eyes spoke volumes to me. "Where were you going? Which place? Do you live here?" As he asked, I understood and tried to answer. The next moment, he got a coughing fit. I was worried but he wanted to talk and he was breathing very rapidly. I wanted to hear from him, but at the same moment I had wanted him to peacefully reach his place, his home. The rickshaw-walla couldn't ride his rickshaw as he was made to go the wrong side of the road. He was pulling us ahead, and it was taking time to move ahead because the traffic that was going the opposite side had to clear first.

My dad called me again. I picked up the phone and told him that I would be there in sometime. I was worried because they were waiting for me as well. As I cut the call I had received from dad, the old man held my hand once again. This time, I found that he was putting something in my hand. No doubts, it was a hundred rupees note. He asked me to pay the rickshaw-walla and keep the rest of the amount with me, so that I could also reach my place, my destination. Such noble were his thoughts. I tried to say, 'No, it's fine.', but what he said, I didn't want to contradict him. I just wanted him to be safe and fine.

There were narrow streets once we entered the lane next to Golcha Cinema in Daryaganj. And on a right turn to a narrow street we had reached his home. He asked me to go upstairs and call someone from there. I tried walking a few steps, a bit scared even because it was all darkness greeting me in that staircase. I had come to a stranger's home and the old man wasn't in good shape. What the reaction of family members would be on that occasion, I was left wondering.

A lady's voice broke my reverie and she took name of a man. A boy come to the gallery and found me with his grandfather. Three to four women hurried down the staircase to find us. They shouted to call their husbands and in a matter of few minutes the street was altogether. The rickshaw-walla didn't have change of hundred rupees, and he had asked for only forty rupees. From a nearby shop I got it done and the rest sixty rupees I were to return to the old man. But when his relatives were taking him to the house, he pointed towards me and said, "Ye Allah ka banda hai, allah tumhe lambi umar de." He didn't take the money back from me that moment but I didn't want to keep his money with me. But, I couldn't say no to him. So, I returned it to a woman who had come up running after she found me with the old man. The old man was again and again telling his family members to treat me with offerings and drinks but I just escaped from there.

Coming out to the main road, I found the rickshaw walla passing by me. He smiled and I smiled back at him, and we led to our different streets that day in Old Delhi. I ran to meet my dad while the old man was at his home, his destination to be. It is a memory I won't forget ever in my life.
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Gagandeep Singh Vaid