Harsh times of truth era! #wowprompt

Those raised brows ,those unwanted shrugs! Those harsh glares, those grudge hunnhh! Those sudden walking away to drastic changing topics! This is what I get as a gift when I speak the truth! Telling truth someone is a loving act! Better said than believed. It’s experience that’s a part of this blog when I say I have gained major hatred and more grudges after I revealed the truth. Until I said a lie, everyone loved me. But, when the alphabets containing the syrup of truth Came pouring down the bottle, I guessed I was better left alone rather than given a company!

It’s not just once. There’s been multiple times when being honest suddenly was the biggest crime on the earth. Where you are boycotted because you were up to the expectation. The expectation of always being the spoiler, the truth revealed!

From the glares that I get in my office when I reveal in front of my boss how his so called good deeds aren’t actually a great thing in the eyes of his employee to letting him know that we are not gift providers or packers and movers to help him gladly in his wife’s domestic chores. To the times when I bluntly let him know how disappointed I feel when I get my salary after the first week of the month passes away. Believe me, his state is enough to dig holes in me when he gets a nasty little honest worker giving him lectures on punctuality on pays! Well, can’t it. He hired me on merit and carrying my merit is what I do so! Poor him, can’t fire me right away! Not that I’ll like it if he did that way.( honestly speaking)

I get to hear whispers behind my back! When? It’s when I tell the truth in front of my whole family. When I tell them how arrogant they can be in discriminating between their daughter and daughter in laws. It’s weird how just a simple comment said truthfully can bring a rush of anger in each of their faces.

Those spatted words of “look at yourself first before commenting on others” can actually make my whole being burnt with anger, to tell you the truth. Well, it’s an honest comment that they always ask for right? So when you reciprocate with the same thing, why do you get such comments in return is something that I always wonder. Hence, I only give them an answer when they insist a lot. Otherwise, in a world where truth brings you more insult than rape does, you better keep your mouth tight shut! (Isn’t this a truth too?)

Dedicating a paragraph to the digital world, remember suddenly finding your previously commented lines nowhere to be seen beyond someone’s status or picture on Facebook or instagram? Why? Well, because you wrote the truth and people just couldn’t bear all the others reading the truth and they choose to delete those comments and sometimes the whole post all together.

I think, before my whole post gets restricted to be entered in the reading list because of harsh truths revealed here, is better stop writing more. I think these examples speak volumes how I am often welcomed and treated when I speak the truth!

This post is a part ofWrite Over the Weekend, an initiative forIndian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’ 

Are we free? Really?

Just days back we celebrated our 72nd Independence Day! From all those lengthy Independence Day speeches, to the most creative Independence Day quotes! We have celebrated it with lots of vigour and excitement. Not to forget all those patriotic forward messages and images on freedom that were so frequently circulated all over the social media.

But the question is, how can we scream of happy Independence Day while we are still caged in the prison of traditional values and systems that have been slaving us since centuries? Just how can we shout out that we are free when our judgements are still bottled up to what our Society used to think about years ago and we still think the same? How can a country celebrate it’s s Independence Day when half of it’s population is still deprived of basic meals twice a day? Where in, these kids may not get food at regular intervals, but they easily get access to drugs and become an addict to it even before crossing their teens!

A nation that prides of being the largest practiser of democracy and human trafficking as well! Isn’t it strange? Where humans are sold in just a price of hundreds, not even thousands or lakhs. Is human life of no value in a country that has been independent since decades?

We are a nation where in dowry is the prevailing factor in fixing a marriage and later breaking it. Where in caste system still determines a persons educational and family life thereafter. Where child marriage and labour are still crossing paths in many states. A country that worships the women deities and where many women are degraded physically daily and they still have to be caged in their own house so that no one knows that they have victimised.

On what basis can we call ourselves free when still blame the victim more than the attacker and harass her to death! Just how much we deserve to be called free when our female children don’t even have the freedom to be born? They are killed inside the womb mostly and later even if they survive, they are either given away or sold out.

It is sarcastic how we are moving towards the IOT and satellites on one hand and on the other hand, we are dividing the united country on the basis of the food they eat. Does a free or independent nation steeps so low that they judge your character or persona on the basis of attire you wear?

What’s the use of being independent when we are so much dependent on our mentalities dating back to the uneducated ancestors to live a life of an educated person in a progressing country. Do you actually think these slaves of our society won’t revolt? Just like our leaders revolted years back against the biased rulers of our country, so will these slaves of society revolt one day. They’ll break the barriers hindering their progress and set themselves free.

But for this revolt, we need to wake up! We need to understand that freedom doesn’t just mean that you no longer have the reigning power on top of your head, it’s actually setting each and every citizen of the country free. It’s getting each of them uncaged from the prison of society that doesn’t even let them breathe according to their wish. It’s making our country so safe for every woman and children that they can move freely in their nation. It’s about changing our outlook towards others in the practical way and not judge others on the basis of what our traditions told us!

We could actually call ourselves free when each Indian stops asking himself this question, Are we free? really?

The Independence Blog Train has been hosted by Foodietweeter and Prettylilthings  and should not be repurposed, republished or used otherwise. Thanks Vidya for introducing me and get ready to read an interesting post by Shilpa in the next journey!

Five best gift ideas for your sister this Rakshabandhan!

Picture credit- google search Rakshabandhan

Hey, it’s your sibling fest already, and are you still scratching your head what to gist your sweet sister? Worry not! I have got some loads of ideas that the girls of 2018 are super crazy of! The girls of today, the unstoppable, totally foodie yet an extreme health freak and a total fashion and beauty trend crazy! The ones who are totally addicted to tic toc videos and all that they are bothered about nowadays are to how to flaunt their Rakshabandhan gifts the best way on instagram, Facebook, snapchat or Twitter! So, for that crazy sister of yours, let’s find some cool gifts this Rakshabandhan!

Picture credit- the times of India The couple clad in ethnics.
Designer Kurtis

Designer Kurtis or Indian wear!

With priyanka Chopra and Nick Jones posting some traditional pictures of their engagement everywhere all clad in ethnic wear, the craze for Indian dresses. I am sure your sister is a social media addict and following all the celebrities religiously, she’s certainly love the ideas to post a cool pic with you on Rakshabandhan day and put a story on instagram which has this caption, #rakhiwithbro!

Jewellery as gift

Jewellery!

You can never imagine how much a girl loves to have the perfect ring or a bracelet or a earring as a gift from her loved ones. And as a brother, if you are going to gift her the same, I am sure she’s going to help you with the next date with her hot friend quite easily. Just buy those ravishing pieces of stones or simple attractive accessories from online stores and gift her one all nicely wrapped. You’ll soon see yourself tagged on Facebook with #thanksbro for this #rakhi gift from her!

Smartphone as gifts

Smartphones, gadgets or its accessories!

Ok, so if you the brother who gets payed well or is saving money since last year’s Rakshabandhan for your sister’s gift, you can certainly gift her a gadget of her choice. What can a girl of the twenty first century love than a beautiful smartphone to show off and that gifted from her dearest brother! And even if you can’t manage the same, you can still buy her a nice smartphone cover or a laptop sleeve. She’ll certainly love that too. But just keep in mind, it should look as stunning as your sister! What’s more, you never know her snapchat stories gets with the tag, #bestrakhigiftfrombhai can get a dozen screenshots after all!

Chocolates, the best gift this Rakshabandhan!

Chocolates and sweets!

Chocolates and Rakhies have an eternal relationship. Not to forget those sweets that are such a mandate during festivals that make it a tradition that sweets are to be gifted at each festival among yourselves to celebrate it perfectly. And I am sure, your sister would be a crazy chocolate lover just like you are and you are going to have a fun time snatching away those half chocolates from her that you yourself gifted her on this day! These are the best gifts that never fail to impress the receivers. May be, till the next year you may get a chance to endorse for a chocolate company especially for Rakhi because of your sisters tweet saying, #chocolatesfrombrotheronrakhi!

Picture credit- tea me teas Green tea, a healthy gift this Rakshabandhan!

Health drinks and nutritional intakes as gifts this Rakhi!

You just can’t tell me that your sister isn’t health conscious! Well, everyone nowadays is! So why not help her get in perfect shape through your gift this Rakshabandhan! You can gift her some healthy protein powders, yoga mats or. A pack of green tea for that matter. Green teas are the best and easiest alternative for a fitter and healthier life nowadays and are in quite a trend for fitness too. For instance, you can check the amazing range of Tea Me teas which have got some really positive reviews from all the health freaks. Their variety of green teas comes in various flavours which are actually better and not bitter! I am sure you are going to be thanked due fully in your sisters before and after pics and tagged #healthygift which made me transform better!

Hope now you’ve got a pretty good ideas as to which of the above choices of gifts would be the best to gift your sister this Rakshabandhan. Well, than why to wait, it’s just few days left for the festivities to start, so go on, start your shopping for a perfect gift right now and get the tag of the #bestbrointheworld right now!

This post is a part of the bloggers carnival hosted by Sayeri and Jhilmil. Thanks for getting us all engaged in this fun blogging carnival. And thanks to our sponsor, Tea me teas too. Thanks sayeri for introducing me in your posts and please stay tuned to read another interesting article by Alpana for this monsoon carnival!

Getting ready for #MyFriendAlexa!

So, it’s the first time for me! I am all nervous and confused and searching all those articles on Alexa rank and browsing through twitter with the hashtag, #MyFriendAlexa and literally spamming blogchatter team there with my queries! Thanks God their patient and didn’t block me for this!

But I guess, I have got the main idea digested! It’s a blogging festival! A big one! That’ll eventually help me get a higher performance for my blog and not to forget getting the better ranking at its highness, Alexa. The lower I rank at Alexa, the higher I rank in the blogging world. Plus the interactions and genuine feedback’s I would be getting on my blog would be another positive factor to look forward to.

What’s more? For the love of reading, I get to read some varied works of numerous bloggers all so experienced and amazing writers because of this fest. A minimum of eight or many in one or many niches are welcome here too.

I guess, I should dedicate my September to a month full of variety of niches covered in this blogging fest. I would start a chain of blogs with genres and cover almost all aspects of lifestyle and other niches while we complete the fest. For example, my first blog would be on pregnancy stages while second can be on fashion styles. I can dedicate my third one for food and the fourth one for technology. Similarly, writing on travel for the fifth and finance for the sixth would be a great choice too. I am planning to let my seventh post be dedicated to food and eighth one for travel! Who knows I may even cross the eight figure and write more! May be the ninth one would be on parenting and tenth one can be on home decor ideas and I can even write an eleventh on fiction and more on parenting and more.

Let see if these ideas work and I can survive through this challenge after the A2Z challenge! Wish me luck and stay tuned for a month full of varied and exciting posts!

I grew up….

She felt the chill pass through her veins when the drop kissed her forehead! Then came another, one more and tip, tip, tip, the rain started. She veiled her face with her file and ran to the nearest small local cafe. People were already rushing to get saved from rains. Luckily, she caught a chair at a small table and ordered tea. She gazed out, sighed, it’s rains again, already! No wonder the scorching heat was unbearable but the rains, more nuisance. Stressed! She felt, deep in her thoughts, she gazed out.

That feeling when the room went dark and she was sneaking out of the window to find the grey formation of clouds around and screeching with delight watching them,”Mummy, it’s going to start raining, yay! Yay!” And this catching a glimpse of dark clouds and crying out silently,” The trains are going to be late, shit!” She grew up!

Opening up her little palms, enjoying the kisses of those cold droplets on her hands, trying to collect them all in her tiny clutches and now wiping her hands as soon as they got wet from rains, she grew up!

Closing her eyes, giving in herself to the sky, let the clouds get a better view of her face as they pour some rainy love on it to now shielding it with something so that her make up didn’t fade away, she grew up! I bet her wet innocence was more attractive than her dry make up!

Splash! Splash! One foot after the other and giggling loudly as she dashed through the paths after her friends to now double folding her denims and keeping each step lightly so that don’t even the slippers get some dirt of the rainy streets, She grew up!

Dancing freely to get more wetter than she already was to now hugging herself even more so as to avoid the drenched form, she grew up!

From enjoying the rainy long days from within the window to worrying about getting the washed clothes dry, she grew up!

A sigh passed her lips as she frowned thinking, the rains are the same as they were then, the grey colour of the clouds when it’s about to rain has been their tradition since infinity, the green grasses getting soft and muddy and the formation of those tiny puddles have been as it has been since years! Then what changed? Why can’t the rains now be the same as they were then?

what made her actually grow up? She glanced at the watch hanging, time? Time just passes, growing up is mandate, but time doesn’t restrict you from enjoying something that’s naturally beautiful! Then what? She saw the rush, she knew the answer already!!

The voices were clear even today, “wash off your feet, you splashed the whole puddle on your legs, wash them vigorously.” “Shhh! Don’t scream on just the sounds of the rains, so silly it looks!” “Why did you get drenched? You should have stood under some roof.” “Hey, change fast.You’ll catch cold otherwise.” These statements, these repeated commands, some way or another left a mark on her memory and ultimately her life.

It was the society! The society that forced her to grow up, the people around who created norms and broke them according to their conveniences and carved the same prints to the younger minds, just because they have been passed the inheritance of the same. This society which gradually changed the fun associated with nature into nuisance and the growing minds readily agreed to it and grew up defining it the same way to carry this tradition forward.

Growing up doesn’t means giving up joy and innocence, it’s rather a process to increase the same by passing it out to others. She stood up, smiled widely and knew what to do next!

The small crowd gathered near the cafe were smiling watching the lady who was enjoying rains with little kids of the area, as if she was one if them, as if she wasn’t a grown up!

Does she need a prince charming?

“And one day the princess charming came in her life, fought with all her enemies, solved all her problems and took her away with him and they lived happily ever after!” Remember these lines? The lines that each girl have heard during her childhood from her mother, of granny or grand mother.

Since childhood she’s been trained to believe that when she grows up, firstly there are going to be innumerable problems in her life that she won’t be able to solve. Secondly, a prince charming on a white horse would definitely enter her life (even though it would be a different century where horses would be replaced by helicopters). And thirdly, he would be already having the licence and strength to fight all your problems and help you out. (Until then you would be just staring at those problems of yours and waiting for the prince to come and solve them, just like Mr. Rasthana expected Munna Bhai to deal with it, saying to the problem, “mamu, bhag Jaa teri to waat lag gayi hai.”) And fourth wherever the prince took you along with him, you both will be happy ever after.( I wonder if you both are going to die and shift to heaven permanently, where there will be no sadness.)

Now that was expectation! What happens when you actually grow up? You juggle your way trying to hide your so revealing beauty and womanhood during your adolescence period from men who just have one work, stare at any female, believe me, it’s any female. (Doesn’t matter if she’s a child, a pregnant mother, a woman with hardly any glam looks or an old lady.) Then you get through all those desperate boyfriends always trying to act as if they are the most coolest boys now turning men. (I am sure they’d been thinking of all the growing girls as a damsel in distress and would be dreaming how to rescue them just like a prince.)

And if dealing with these wasn’t enough, when you go for work, you are surrounded by sophisticated men talking gender equality and the same men being the reason of the glass wall that you have to bear through your work.

Then you finally believe that the man you will be marrying is the prince charming you had been waiting for all these years. And guess what a shock of your life would you get if the same man orders you to quit your job for which you took all the pains during those years to create your identification and you end up being just a house wife. (But for love, you bear it all.)

Then comes the frustration because of growing family and decreasing income. And then you get the taunt of spending too much and how tiring it is to work out! Smashhhh! Goes down the dream of happily ever after!

Now, does today’s woman need a prince charming to get her living happily ever after? Well, I think today’s women are their own princess charming. She doesn’t need any prince charming to bring her out of a messy situation, she already did that during her adolescence and work years, remember! And the one who can keep her happy ever after, well, if a woman can buy her own choices and fulfill her own demands, the prince charming loses another one of his allotted jobs!

And the question of remaining happily together always, it’s life! It has a charm in its ups and downs, it’s fun to embrace both of them. These are just like those identical twins which will die if departed!

So girls, what do you think, do you need a prince charming riding that white horse in your life now? Or are you ok if he comes round in a public transport too? Or would you read the same story to your daughter too? If yes, then don’t spare sons, let them also believe he’s gonna soon get a princess charming riding on a white pony soon to embrace him!!

When human left humanity!

I was traveling in a rental car when i heard the thumping of a flat tire. We pulled over and discover the thumping is not coming from a flat, after all, but from the trunk. What or who is making the noise?

We felt scared. All three of started staring at one another. Dark stormy night and an empty highway and this noise on top of it, the feeling was eerie. I felt my throat go dry with fear. “Let’s open it and see. It would be minor fault after all.” Robin, my companion said and we all opened up the side doors and stood facing the trunk. I don’t know about others, but i was actually feeling as if I am unboxing a halloween gift when we openen the trunk. The loud shriek, thst followed as we opened it was alarming.

We all stepped back with eyes as wide as potatoes. I actually blinked twice. Was it a doll? I remember playing with something like this when I was a baby. But oh, a doll doesn’t stare you back as if she’s seen the angel of death in front of her. Neither does she has scratches on her face and hands with blood running out of them. But, the sight was just shocking. I have no word to describe her. She was a small girl, may be around 8/9 years, fully dressed in a red bridal lehenga. Her face would have been covered with heavy makeup but have been ruined with tears and sweat.

My other friend Meera held her up and got her out of the trunk where she was sitting tightened up in herself. “She’s Shivering” she whispered slowly while she made her stood up. She wasn’t wearing any footwear, even her foot were having blood marks on them. Her tiny fingers were now clasped in one other. And she started crying unstoppingly seeing us.

“Geeta!” She told us between hiccups when we asked her name. “I ran away, I ran away from my wedding, from my husband”. She told us with breaking voice. “Husband, did she say that?”I asked my friends. We all knew that was what she said. “But you are so small. You couldn’t marry and what kind of a rotten fellow was he who could marry a child?” My voice became feirce even after controlling a lot. “No! Don’t say anything against him. He’s my God. Aunty says husbands are wife’s God. Never do anything that irritates them and never say anything bad about them otherwise we will suffer.” She told us in her extreme innocence in between those hiccups.

I was disgusted. “What rubbish. And if you can’t do anything that irritates him, then why did you run away from him?” “I was scared.” She said in her small voice. “scared?” That were we three in a chorus now. “I saw my husband using blade on my eldest sister. You know, we are three sisters. My eldest sister is Seeta, middle one Savitri and I am Geeta. We were all married together today and he was cutting her bridal lehenga with blades and she was screaming. She was bleeding, didi was bleeding. I got so scared, I knew after didi he’ll go to Savitri and hurt her too and then he’ll cut me too. So…. So I ran. I ran and got in to your car to got away from him.” She started wailing in between those sentences. Meera hugged her closer and asked her slowly, “but if was hurting your didi, didn’t her husband stopped him and save her? And how can he touch your sisters, doesn’t their getting married and going with their respective husbands?” She forgot all her tears and blinked as she saw us, “which husbands? We are sisters and we marry the same man. Then which other husband are you talking about?”

We all stared back at her open mouthed. These three sisters were actually married to a single man. Can this be real? We exchanged surprised glances. Shocked was a short word for us. “Geeta, can you tell me more about you and your family and your husband?” Robin was a social worker. He knew he smelled danger here. “We are three sisters. My didi three years older to me, than is savitri and then myself. Our mother died some months back and we live with our mamu. We all girls work with mamy at a bangle factory the whole day. But still we couldn’t have enough food for us. Mamu has got two sons and both of them go to school. Even we used to go to school, but after mother died, mamu said we don’t have money to pay school people. So we started working so that we can gather some money and go to school. I liked going there and writing so much. I really miss my teacher and friends there. Some days back this uncle came with mamu to our place and my uncle told us all to wear our new frocks. He was really very nice. He talked to us nicely and even gave us all three lots of money to eat. Next day, he brought us all new lehengas and mamu told he’s going to be our husband the next day. That night we had a huge fight at home. Mamy was fighting with mamu saying how can he marry us to that man in exchange of five thousand rupees. But mamu hit her badly that night and the next day made us all ready for our marriage. Even didi and savitri were crying the whole night on the same day. After marriage he took us to his home and I was kept in a separate small room. He told us that was our new home and it was really very big. He even got us lots of tasty food to it. But that night when he was cutting didi with knife, I got scared and I ran away. I don’t even know if didi is alright. May be she will be in hospital, and savitri, even she would be crying. I don’t know what to do. Please can you save them, please?”

We were hearing this all with a grim expression. Human trafficking sas real and this girl was a living example of it. Imagine an uncle selling of his three nieces just for an amount of five thousand! And what’s more disgusting, the man may be a psycho and rapist too. I was feeling depressed thinking about her two sisters, both of them still a child and being attacked with a blade.

“Where’s your new home, do you know the address? We’ll help get your sisters back to you.” We asked her but she was very young to remember an adress that she have been taken for just a few hours. Neither did she remembered her chawl’s name. “Ok, you got in our car from near by your house, right?” Robin got the idea and she agreed. We took a u turn and took our car back to where we had come from. Meanwhile, Robin made all the necessary phone calls to the authorities required for immediate action. We stopped near the antic shop we had visited some hours back and where Gita would have stepped in the trunk and got herself locked.

“That’s the house”. She pointed towards the small bungalow opposite the antic shop. But she started shivering again glancing it. We both left her with Meera and knocked the door loudly. A middle aged half bald man with loose kurta that was half buttoned and had blood stains on them opened the door. He was frustrated and in rage and with the speed in which he opened the door, we knew he had already noticed the missing Geeta and was searching or waiting for her. “What do you want? Who are you?” He asked harshly.

“Seeta and Savitri. We want them back with us.” Robin replied calmly but he was shocked to the chore. “Wwhhat are you talking about? Who Seeta? I don’t know anything about her.” He was stammering now. But Robin was famous for his immediate and rough actions. He took the man by his collar, grabbed him in the house with and started opening the doors one after another screaming Seeta’s name loudly. We saw a girl in the far corner of the last room in a similar bridal attire hiding behind the curtains all scared and crying. When asked her name, she said she was Savitri. “Where’s Seeta?” We asked her and she pointed towards the cupboard. I slowly tip toed towards it and opened it only to be screaming loudly.

A thin girl in her undergarments fell upon me all covered with blood and scratches. “Oh God! She’s dead Robin.” I could hardly breath. This was the worst moment of my life. That innocent girl was all white on her face with all blood now in cupboard and on the floor. “No, she’s breathing. We can save her.” Robin shouted after checking her pulse. At that moment Meera came in with the police and NGO volunteers who have already brought a small hospital van with them.

Soon the girls were accompanying her sister to the hospital and later they would be handed to Child care center. Police arrested the man and their uncle for the ruthless crime they did.

What was the most sad part in this story, the uncle have spent the five thousand rupees in his dose of cocaine and rum and had them all the previous night that he took in exchange for the lives and happiness of these three innocent girls.

It’s disheartening to see humans actually leaving humanism. Human traffic is real. It actually transforms lots of young girls in to prostitution daily. It kills girls like Seeta because of some pycho sexist man and these girls don’t even raise their voices because they are trained ny their relatives to not to bad mouth about their buyer husbands to anyone!

Justice for girl child! #superbloggerchallenge2018

Children are our future! They will be impacting our lifestyles tomorrow based on how we treat them today and what we teach them when they are still a soft clay to be moulded in front of us! We definitely don’t want our future to be dark, terrorised, assaulted and exploited and turned in to wounded souls as they grow up. Those scratched and injured branches of trees wouldn’t ever be a reason for someone’s shadow, rather would result in sharp cactus throbbing everyone around.

How can we expect the future of the universe to be successful and full of life when half of their population, that is the female section of them are often killed even before they are borne? How do we expect a stable community tomorrow when today half of these children are not even given basic there times meal and basic education to survive well in society?

And even if these female section of our society strives and survives, they are strangled in to pieces emotionally and mentally with unwanted physical treatment done towards them. Yes! I am pointing towards the recent increase in rape cases in minor girls. Where in there have been numerous cases of female kids being raped and killed by adults.

How can we think the kid would grow up normal when every third child is been prone to some kind of physical assault in her childhood. Can they ever again dream of being the same carefree souls which they have been before these exploitations? And apart from the physical assault, they are most of the times murdered or die a natural death due to extreme physical abuse. While in severe cases, it’s not just a single person to person assault, ratherr it’s a gang rape where in the torture is consistent which can never result in the child bring back to normal life or even a life again.

Do you think with the increment in such crimes rapidly around us, will our future be secure? Or do we have a future for that matter existing at all? Without the female population how can the universe survive normally? And with most of the females being assaulted physically already in their childhood how can you expect a healthy relationship between the genders in society? Or with most of these females turning in to either a rebel full of hatred or a junk part of the society because as per our society rules, being raped is termed disgusted upon the victim rather than it being a disgust on the exploiter, how can you live in a society full of these junks or rebels?

Without the female population how can the universe survive normally? And with most of the females being assaulted physically already in their childhood how can you expect a healthy relationship between the genders in society? Or with most of these females turning in to either a rebel full of hatred or a junk part of the society because as per our society rules, being raped is termed disgusted upon the victim rather than it being a disgust on the exploiter, how can you live in a society full of these junks or rebels?

Well, the scenario seems hateful enough! But, today’s situation guarantees such a tomorrow for us! The question is what are we doing to prevent these situations? Are the culprits which are already found given proper punishments that can create a feeling of fear in others about being g punished the same way if they carried the same crime? Are the rape culprits given immediate death penalty so as to make others aware of how big such a crime can be?

The answer to this is a simple NO! India, a country where a person consuming beef is stoned to death by the locals. The person killing birds is given years of sentence, why doesn’t the person commiting such a hateful crime if rape on minor girls is hanged to death immediately?

According to me, If a person commits such a crime and is found guilty of the same, the locals of the area and the family if the victim along with the victim should be given special permission by the officers and this person should be tied in a common place and people should throw stones at him until he dies painfully. His screams and dreadful site should be made viral through social media and news channels and create a terror for those who even think of such a dreadful crime. The case against all the rapists should be winded up within a month and this would certainly bring about the change that we do desperately need today.

I just wish these procedures could be made possible soon so that minor victims of India can be given justice and culprits such as them can be hanged to death and soon, very soon, we will have a world safer for our girl child!

This article is written for the 10th week of the #SuperBloggerChallenge2018 conducted by Healthwealthbridge.com, and Allaboutthewoman.com sponsored by instacuppa. It should not be repurposed, republished or used otherwise. The content herein is owned by the blogger. SuperBloggerChallenge2018 is not responsible for any kind of infringement caused.

Blogging- Your creative friend! #SuperBloggerChallenge2018

For the love of blogging!

Blogging! A creative outcome of your creative, unique thoughts that’s so precious to you, that no one else can understand your secret connection to it! Just like the love of books! You can never explain a non book lover what you get with reading those lakhs of tiny words, those hundreds of black and white filled pages give you, that you don’t put it away until you finish it off!

The love of blogging is unexplainable yet relatable to those who blog out of passion!

Blogging, a bread winner!

Yes! Blogging can be a great medium to earn your bread and butter too, but that’s the icing on the cake feature you get with good blogging. Thats when you choose as your profession what you love the most!

Know when to pause!

The one thing that you should always keep in mind when you start with professional blogging is, never make blogging get on your neck! If you think it’s getting you exhausted, the continuos, demanding work is impacting your creativity, you better just pause! Take a deep breath, a small break of some days and give your writing skills some time to rejuvenate! Because this is when you loose your quality of writing and you start getting debilitated of your work.

Remember? It was your love, your hobby, your creativity first, then it turned out to be your job!

Blogging needs promotions!

On the other hand, if you are blogging, the promotion that goes around with it for good traffic requires the same amount of effort that blogging does! But, believe me! These efforts are worthed! Your pictures uploaded on Instagram, your tweets with your link to follow, your posts on Facebook page and your pins on that blogging boards being the whole glam world to your feet. It gives you the love your blog deserves. The message that you want the world to read, gets communicated through your social media channels. This promotional part of your blogs is the most functioning part of your blog!

Each new blog is a teacher!

Along with it, with the race of the DAs, the competition to come on top of the charts on the SEO engines is yet another challenge you should win when you blog! This lets you discover what’s in trend lately and what can attract more readers to your blog. Also, with each new blog, you tend to learn something new. Each new collaboration by the means of blogging teaches you something that didn’t know before. This is the most biggest assets of blogging.

Impact of blogging on society!

Your power gets mightier as you blog your thoughts over! You can make a great impact with your words, can let people explore new diversities with your posts, can make people rethink about their actions and reactions with your numnerous creative paragraphs!

Blog on!

Come let’s blog around more with an intensity that can make millions think about society, help thousands desire to explore what you already did, leave hundreds questioning themselves what could have been better than this and some innumerable souls just learning from what you are writing! You are the power! With your blogging, will come the change that the world needs and deserve. With your passion to create magic with world, ultimately someday you’ll conquer the universe.

So, never give up what you’re doing, keep blogging!!

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