Some Ways to Defend

To all my female friends living across the world, I sincerely hope that nothing like this ever happens to you. But if due to some stroke of luck you find yourself in such a situation, here are a few pointers that may help to get you out safely.

a. Always keep pepper spray (or stun gun) in your purse - a good thing about women is they carry a hand bag with them almost all the time. Better have a small self-defense item in it. It is a small and very useful thing for emergencies. Check http://peppersprayonline.in/ for more information. Find out where you can get one in your city.

b. Irrespective of the size, here are a few weak spots in a man's body which you may use for self-defense:
1. Eyes 2. Groins 3. Knees 4. Toes
While the other three are more common, not many people know that Knees are easy to hit weak spots which are not very well defended either (unlike others which can be prevented by hands or feet). A good hit on the knee cap (even better with a heel) will immediately tear the ligament, hence break the attacker.
Never forget the groins (balls). Even the slightest hit can seriously injure the hugest attacker. Same with the eyes. A small fingernail pinching in the eye and the attacker is impaired.
And if you do succeed in hurting or slowing down the attacker this way, my suggestion is to leave the place and not to become the attacker yourself. You do not have to bring yourself down to that level.
c. If it so happens that there are more than two and it is difficult to attack or defense, let go. It may sound disheartening to hear (it is even so while saying) but accepting the truth and trying to keep the mind calm is the best thing you can do in such a moment. It is a fact that the predator always enjoys the fear and cries of the prey. Same is the case with the assaulters. And that is why it is my advice to stay calm (which is of course a lot easier said than done). It also helps because a calm mind gets ideas much faster than a turbulent one. Maybe you find out a weak spot where you can hit and make the attackers recede even for a moment. Even that can give valuable time to think of ways of escape.
Remember, try not to be afraid and to be calm. It is the fear that rapes a girl much before the man does.

My blessings with every woman. May none have to see this ever. May all be happy.

I Miss (Alternate Ending)

I miss that time I miss that day

When I ran carefree, happy and gay

With no or little clothes I didn’t care

And no one to see, no one to stare

I miss the heat of that noon sun

When I and my books were one

From dawn to dusk with the school work

Yet days were smooth without much jerk

I miss the reds of that twilight

When with my mates I used to fight

The war of words with the other ones

And life was good with all one mother’s sons

I miss those evening walks a lot

Which with my loved one I had got

Together we reached the moon and stars

And ever we shared our chocolate bars!

I even miss that time of night

Which came upon me with all its might

With fate I fought and hard I tried

But time indeed had come for me to say Goodbye.

I Miss

I miss that time I miss that day

When I ran carefree, happy and gay

With no or little clothes I didn’t care

And no one to see, no one to stare

I miss the heat of that noon sun

When I and my books were one

From dawn to dusk with the school work

Yet days were smooth without much jerk

I miss the reds of that twilight

When with my mates I used to fight

The war of words with the other ones

And life was good with all one mother’s sons

I miss those evening walks a lot

Which with my loved one I had got

Together we reached the moon and stars

And ever we shared our chocolate bars!

And now the night has come upon me

Has taken its toll despite all my plea

With this and that, no matter what I try

It’s time O’life to say Goodbye.

The Calf-Path

One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail, as all calves do.

Since then three hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.

The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bellwether sheep
Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bellwethers always do.

And from that day, o’er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made,
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged and turned and bent about,
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because ’twas such a crooked path;
But still they followed — do not laugh —
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked
Because he wobbled when he walked.

This forest path became a lane,
That bent, and turned, and turned again.
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.

The years passed on in swiftness fleet.
The road became a village street,
And this, before men were aware,
A city’s crowded thoroughfare,
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.

Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed that zigzag calf about,
And o’er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They follow still his crooked way,
And lose one hundred years a day,
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.

A moral lesson this might teach
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.

They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move;
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah, many things this tale might teach —
But I am not ordained to preach.
                                    -- Sam Walter Foss

This Way It Will Ever Be

I come, I go, I let my feelings flow

I win, how so, I let the music blow

My head, my heart, forever rising high

I live, I die, like a cloud in the sky

I dream, my life, I pray my wishes true

I climb, so high, I live this life as full

I see, the world, and everywhere I go

I walk, the earth, on every road I roam

I sense, the smell, of life in every dawn

I feel, the scent, of flowers every morn

I smile, with the smile, I see in every face

I thank, the lord, for all her lovely grace

I laugh, with heart, that beats every day

I love, the flowers, that’ve fallen in my way

I think, the times, that life has had me see

I live, Happy, this way it will ever be!

ज़िन्दगी क्या है

कभी कभी मैं सोचता हूँ कि ज़िन्दगी क्या है 

दिन आते हैं दिन जाते हैं, ये बस चल रही है 

रेलगाड़ी की तरह एक दिशा में बढ़ रहा है सब 

जैसे मानो थमने का कोई इरादा ही न हो |

सभी तरह के जीव-जंतू पशु-पक्षी इसमें समाए हैं 

और हम मानव भी इससे बच नहीं पाए हैं 

रोज़ सुबह निकलते हैं सब एक ही दौड़ में 

दिन का जल और भोजन किसी तरह से नसीब हो जाए |

जंगलों में जो रहते हैं सुबह उठते तो हैं लेकिन 

शाम के भोजन का कुछ पता नहीं होता

ज़िन्दगी लगी होती है दाव पर क्योंकि 

खुद कि कोई बात नहीं पर बच्चों को कोई कैसे भूखा छोड़े भला |

और शहरों में रहने वालों नें इजाद किये हैं तरीके नए-नए

प्रौद्योगिकी और प्रबंधन, अर्थ और विज्ञान 

वाही शाम का भोजन और जल निश्चित करने के लिए 

पर क्या ज़िन्दगी अब भी दाव पर नहीं है?

Family

Today is a brand new day, a brand new child is born

He shall be named a first and a last

And from the last one he will never be free

For he is born in a family

He shall be given love and care

And lots of good things to help him grow

And he shall forever live indebtedly

For he is born in a family

He shall live as commanded, as demanded

And he shall act as expected

Rebel is wrong and totally frowned upon

For he is born in a family

He shall belong to a caste, a class

And a wealth-group in the society

He shall forever endeavor to sustain the affiliation

For he is born in a family

The parents shall be his role models

And he is supposed to do as they willfully agree

They may fight and choose to separate (but he has no choice)

For he is born in a family

From the day he is born

There are things he can and cannot do

It seems as though he never is free

Since he is born in a family

जिए जा रहे हैं

ये क्या मक्सद है जो जिए जा रहे हैं

खून के घूँट पिए जा रहे हैं

ख्वाब काँटों से सिये जा रहे हैं 

ये क्या मक्सद है जो जिए जा रहे हैं

रात फिर दिन, दिन फिर रात, बढ़ रहा है बस अपने आप 

ज़िन्दगी है जो इन पहरों के बीच चले जा रही है

दो पल के लिए फिर ठहर के सोचते हैं हम कभी-कभी 

क्या यही सच है? क्या इसी के लिए हम बने हैं?

न जाने कितनी बार भूख लगी, न जाने कितनी बार पानी है पिया 

और न जाने कितनी बार सब सुख-सुविधाओं का मज़ा है लिया

हर दिन बस वही-वही काम हम किये जा रहे हैं 

ये क्या मक्सद है जो जिए जा रहे हैं

दुःख-सुख, प्रेम-घृणा सब दिए इस ज़िन्दगी ने

खुशियों पर भी चार-चाँद लगा दिए इस ज़िन्दगी ने 

माँ-बाप, भाई और बहन सबका प्रेम भरपूर है मिला 

फिर भी क्यूँ है इस ज़िन्दगी से निरंतर ये गिला?

ये क्या राज़ है ये जो सब बस हो रहा है 

हर दिन वही दौड़ और हर रात इंसान सो रहा है 

मन के बनाये सब जंजालों में बस समय व्यतीत किये जा रहे हैं 

ये क्या मक्सद है जो हम बस यूं ही जिए जा रहे हैं