Don't you DARE STARE at ME

M writing this blog completely inspired by the blog written by Mr. Ashish Chawla. I always have this tendency to write blogs, rather non-descriptive, short poem kinda things.... which are all so short and rather non descriptive .... i know, i have already mentioned that but just reiterating the fact.... which keeps the imagination part solely to the reader on an individual level.

But today i guess i should write something which is much more descriptive - the narrative kinds. So what do I write on?? I am actually in a fix....

Aaahhh... i used a picture here....

Ok lets talk about my favourite topic.... Love!!! Nah.... thts old, boring and not so happening but inevitable at the same time....

Lets talk about an incidence

A classmate once asked me what does a girl feel when a guy stares at him?

I at first laughed at the very question, then he persisted as to what does a lady feel when she is stared at?
I kept myself in the place of the girl and recollected an obnoxious stare by a guy which I had experienced some time back at the bus stop.
I replied, At the first glance you feel nothing. Just another guy who stares at a girl because he practically has nothing else to do in life.... Guys have the fundamental right of "checking out a woman" blah blah blah.....

I look around for some time and then when i again look at the guy, he is still staring at me. At which I feel, Maybe lack of opportunity in not getting close to a girl ever is what makes the guy stare at me.... Basically pure lack of opportunity or not being capable enough to woo a girl ever....

But then the third time when i look at him, he is still staring at me... At which I feel intrigued..I have practically become conscious of his presence and his eyes are somehow encroaching on my personal space and privacy.
I then look around to see if anyone else is there at the bus stop. There are random people, a group of friends chatting, an old woman waiting for the bus and some more people. I feel relieved. But then the glare is disgusting and downright obnoxious.

A bus appears from far away and I am just praying for this one to be 313 to drop me at Santacruz station. But, as usual, fate is rarely on your side in such a situation. It happened to be some other bus which was boarded by most of the people on the bus stop except THE OWL (yes, i renamed this guy THE OWL for obvious reasons).

He continues to stare at me and now its just the two of us at the bus stop. I am scared now.... 'God!!! just get a spaceship from anywhere and take me away', is what I am thinking about. He keeps staring at me and I think of various defense tactics if he were to harm me in any manner. This goes on for quite some time and my heart is pounding rather jumping!!!!

I just think that if this guy comes any close I will Kick him so hard (u know where) that he would never even lift his eyes to look at a girl.... Frustration, tiredness and fear of the unknown makes you think of the most extreme steps ever....

And if all this wasn't enough it starts pouring - Drizzle drizzle and now rather heavily !!!! Yes monsoons are my favourite but this is no the right time for those clouds to Relax.

All of a sudden this man gets up from where he has been sitting and walks towards me. I am so damn petrified right now.... I think of all the self defense techniques taught by my Karate Sir when I was in Standard IV.

He approaches me and at a distance of 2 steps away from me, He asks me, " Madam, do you want to go to Santacruz station, we could ask this autowala, to drop us there."

When I see the auto, there is a woman probably a Professor at the University who is already there. It is raining too heavily and I can't see a bus anywhere far or near.....

So I decide to get in the auto along with this not so decent looking fellow and the lady. My heart continues to pound all the way in the auto but this guy is busy talking to someone on the phone and doesn't even look at me when I am here sitting right next to him and YES this was the guy who was staring his eyes out at the bus-stop.

Santacruz station - we are finally here!!!

This man gets off, hurriedly pays the money to the autowala and runs to catch up with the train... I stand there dumbstuck staring at him rushing towards the stairs of the railway bridge, when the auto driver asks me to step aside as this guy has already paid my autofare. I shout to thank him but he is already on the bridge out of the reach of my vocal chords and the heavy downpour makes it all the more difficult to Thank him

What was that??? I ask myself....

Don't you feel that the movies and Television has distorted our idea about things as simple as a guy staring at you?

Conclusion: 

Guys / Men / (The opposite sex or whatever they call you) - Please stop staring at women in any manner, we find you extremely disgusting and indecent even though you may or may not be. 
Stop giving wrong signals at least - for your own safety!!!

Girls / Women / Ladies - Those creatures staring at you need not be that bad as you assume them to be. You are in Mumbai and they don't have the guts neither the time to hit on you. And in case they behave like leeches you all have the guts to kick them right in the face and SCREAM and SHOUT....Yes that is the best defense you got, in a place so crowded as the city where humans are proliferating like rats in a wastebin.

So where is HOME then?

The first thing why is it called HOME and not a HOUSE?

It’s the place where you reside

It’s a place where the heart binds

It’s a place for peace and rest

And not a place for tension and distress

But what if it starts turning otherwise

When the time you are back home makes you want to go

And not stay there?

Is it all about problems and solutions

You feel you have fixed them

But you haven’t actually

You find rest and peace and nothing else only in your own nest

But When the nest turns a place too dim

The best thing I can do is get rid of the den and go in search of another peaceful place

Maybe it’s time for me to fly

Maybe it’s time for me to find peace in something else but this place called HOME

Which I no longer believe to be a place of my own

Atom

We are just a little atom out there
Have you ever wondered
Even after all the amazing things
We call as modern and advanced
We all are just that tiny little atom
With our needs being as basic as
 Food, clothing and shelter alone
With the psychological and safety needs
adding to it

A minuscule creature
In the large expanse of this Universe
We continue to go through the same
Set of emotions all the time
Love, anger, disgust, frustration,
Enmity, sympathy,
And then love again
And still don't know how to get rid of them
Love is really something
Which this material world revolves around
Only if we could rid ourselves of it
I think we would be called GOD

U didn’t like it though

U didn’t like it though

U saw that I am happy

U saw that I m successful

You observed every bit of my progress

But u never congratulated me

U actually never liked it

You never liked me progress

You just wanted me to be a slave, your slave

All your life doing nothing but serving you

But I am so sorry

I can’t take that shit anymore

I thought you loved me

I thought you so loved me…..

It was all fake

I was in an illusion

I can’t be that sweet

And don’t you dare think

That I would fall for you again

Coz things that are gone are meant to be gone

I can’t take the selfish you back in my life

Who thinks I am just imitational decor

Helplessness

Today I understood How helpless can I be

Couldn’t save a soul being wretched just in front of me

A small puppy it was being circled by a huge ferocious one

The dear GP so close to my heart

He came running towards me

With his soft tiny paws he was trying to pull my dress drawing attention

I bowed down to pat him and was puzzled by his fearful expression

Then suddenly the big beast came from behind and pounced on him

Trying to rip him apart, I thought it would just tear him today..:'(

And I just stood there completely petrified, flabbergasted and have never felt so helpless

I just stood there shouting but couldn’t help get the poor thing out of it

Thanks to a braveheart who came to its rescue

That the little soul was finally saved

I stood there shivering as scared as he was

An when I took him in my arms I realized

It’s at that particular moment, at that very moment I realized

How helpless man is….

He just can’t have a control over everything

I felt helpless. completely helpless….

The power up there has a control over every being

HE can anytime do whatever HE wants

But HE has blessed us with those Angels

They take care of us at every step

Right from we take our first breath till the time they are alive

They cannot see a bruise on our knees

The amount of pain they go through seeing me hurt or upset

Is now when I realize how they feel

I realize that it’s them we must never hurt

The entire human race revolves around that 1 single thing called LOVE

We are completely useless, null and void without it

Our sole existence rests on the one single most thing called LOVE

Attachment is something we can never rid ourselves from

Paradox

How some days differ from the usual ones
We don't realize
There are days when
You are tied up with A hundred things
And just want to grab a cup of hot coffee

Fresh air is what you need
These are the times when
People are making you mad
You are just too worked up
And want to bash
Every person around you

These are the testing times....
And then, there are times
When you are totally alone
Completely at peace with
The world and yourself

And this is the exact time
When you are thinking of
The busy schedule you had once
You suddenly start missing
All the excitement around

The adrenaline rush you got
When you achieved
The smallest possible target set
Your heart starts wanting All of that
You actually start loving your enemy
And feel his way of defeating you was
So unfailingly unfair, but cute

This makes me realize
What a pathetic social animal
Man is!!!
He can't stay with or without people
He loves, hates, cares, ignores
Fights, defeats, wins, loses,
Abuses, smiles, cries, hugs,
Wipes tears and cries along again....

But there is no way he overcomes it
And maybe the day
He overcomes all this
He maybe called GOD!!!

Conversation

He says, "Change your nature, it will harm you in life"
I say, "I can't help it, its a genetic problem"
He says, "Its no use being so stubborn about things and trying to prove your point always"
I say, "But I am not wrong, rather everyone else is!!! I am following the right path"

He says, "But tht is not how the society works,
You need to understand that. Be silent, be quiet and don't be such a fire"
I say, "Which means you stay silent and let things happen the way they do,
Let the bad guys out rule you"

To which He says, "You are not here to change the world,
You are here to live and live well...
Protect yourself all the way from what is wrong
Don't get involved in it and don't let it affect you in any manner
Be good and Do good
And if anyone tries to disrupt your peace of mind
Don't leave them, destroy their happiness"

But then, again, I tell him the same thing, "This isn't how it should be,
This isn't right because you are not standing up for what the right thing is.."
He says, "But this is how it works,
LEARN THE RULES OR QUIT THE GAME
Learn them fast as life does not give you chances again and again"

I am clueless to what I tell him now
I don't have an answer to what he says
Maybe I must learn the rules of this game now
Maybe, this is how it actually works...