“Dear Aunt and uncle; listen to young India.”

The gulab jamun had just landed on her tongue but one could sense that her face wasn’t appreciating the delicious taste of it. She swallowed the whole round jamun saying ‘get married?’ As her parents had served the very lip licking subject in the middle of the dinner, ‘you are 25; you should get married.’ Her heartbeats had stopped for while (don’t think of it, it can’t happen.) listening to the word marriage.

‘But I want to be an entrepreneur.’ She said stressing her eyes to her parents and brother.

‘To thik hai na, shadi ke bad kar lena wo kya anter-funter  wala course. Aise bhi is tere chote bhai ka bhi shouk bhi pura hoga.’

‘shouk?’ he got shocked.

‘photography ka.’

‘I’m a cinematographer. It’s my profession, daddd!’ the last two extra ‘d’ told all story. He left the dinner.

‘I think he didn’t like a curry.’ Father said.

‘I don’t think.’ Mother said.

It’s a common story of every Indian parent and their ward. As being a 22-year-old Indian, I know in what situation we 20 to 25 yr old (for our parents), formerly young Indian, have been through.  We all have a well-polished degree in hand but though we are not succeeding to get our own bank account credited. The frustration of our parents can also be understood as we are heading towards the marriage deadline. The first digit of your age should be ‘2’ to get a perfect, well-functioned partner. The ‘3’ can disturb your graha in kundali.

But for this generation; is a success all about having a well-paid job and that well settled boxed life? About girl, does success measure by how her husband is rich? Doesn’t she want to build an empire by her own hardship?

Yet, have we stuck in the age where men supposed to do the job and women are supposed to do housework? Certainly not. When we see, there are more successful women than men. But for parents, the well-known Marathi proverb applies, ‘Shivaji janmava pun shejarchya gharat.’ (means Shivaji, the great king, ought to be born but in neighbor’s house.)

Yes, we all want a change maker, an influencer. But we don’t want them to in our house.

We want young Indian to take the risk to form new India, but he/she should be not our own child.

Despite being a massive unemployment, the frustration, our youth are more creative, more problem solver and more go-getter than they ever were.

For parents, the worry is natural. no parent wants you to see unhappy and unsuccessful. They are right from their own perspective, they share their own experience and suggest us to not to repeat the mistakes they had committed.

But the good news is; we are not committing mistakes. We are pouring solid concrete in the new India’s base. Our goals are changing.

 

  • Getting married before 30, having two kids and do what you really don’t want to do for a lifetime, this is something we are unlikely to do.

 

  • Money isn’t remaining our attraction anymore. We are breaking barrage and finding, and If have found, then getting busy in things that make us happy, that make us healthy, that make this society more free and liveable.

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  • We believe in finding solutions via entrepreneurship rather being a part of problems. We believe in helping each other, moving forward together, work together and vanish all problems India has. 

          “Go after dream, not people.”  Sir A.P.J. abdul kalam.

  • Girls in jeans are rocking the male dominated world. And if you think they are uncultured then I pity your thinking. It’s our mistake that we got late to push them forward otherwise India would have been superpower still now. Yes, they are open-minded, more sophisticated and too smart to handle. They are an all-rounder, leading young India, and preserving our own great culture as well. It’s time to rethink, do we really want to put our girls, talented and visionary, in a kitchen?  Won’t it be a wastage of talent our nation gets?                                

 

 

Our dreams and our achievement will be meaningless unless you don’t support us. We have energy, you have life experience. We are trying to giving a life to you and off course to our next generation that we never had. Yes, together, we can. Just one command, ‘go live the life fullest.’

Jay hind.

Into her wet eyes…!!! (Has India become the rape capital of the world?- part 1)

Incident one: An afternoon of 4 June 2014 at Pune, I was heading toward my home by ST bus.

newasa, one full.’ I smiled at bus conductor.

‘Not possible.’ He looked at me, leaning on a backseat and exchanged the smile.

‘ohh, that just newasa phata.’ I said realizing my mistake.

‘got it, but the bus will have a halt for a 30 min on a way.’ He torn up a ticket which was coming out of the machine. He was so courteous, I was experiencing such kind of encounter with a bus conductor, first time ever.

I nodded. Being awkward. Suddenly I moved forward and my head met with the metal rod, it wasn’t new thing, bus driver had slapped the break. I had lost something in a that sudden shock, that was my pen which was gone under a seat, just right to me. i looked up, there were 2-3 men gazing me, standing between my and the seat, under which my pen was surrendered.

It was a couple seating there, gathering all of my courage I excused them over my lost pen. A boy, 25-year-old and very well dressed, helped me but that girl wasn’t seemed comfortable with all the things happening around. perhaps, she wasn’t used with those standing men.

I had a little pain in my head but that couldn’t stop me to play a roll of a typical Indian neighborhood, my ears were on the girl and the boy’s discussion. As the bus was shifting to top gear , their conversation moved forward. He was smiling throughout conversation; she was ignoring him. ‘leave them‘ i muttered and was about to plug in headphone into my phone then,

‘phattt..!!’ that guy was being slapped very hard by her. I saw him and then her. Terrible accident, I was witnessed. standing up i saw her eyes, she was crying. 

Incident Two:

A night of 6 Jan 17 at natepute, district pune handing over a cup of tea to my father I was curiously gazing a half aged woman. It was a cacophony of a horn that made my eyes frieze on her. She was coming in a way of the bus and a driver was continuously honking to that woman. She was seemed very scattered and her terrible eyes was telling everything about her. She was completely lost. Like a ship lost her way in the middle of the ocean.

A conductor stepped up toward her, thinking she needs a help.

‘magh ho,  r##@$.’ She outraged in a Marathi, running away from him. We were at bus stand, surrounding with hardly 7 people. Going to the pandharpur, we had stopped middle in the way because of being misinformed about route.

Stepping every foot very desperately on platform she was coming to us, got in her eyes for a second, and witnessed, into what she had been through. I felt she might be a prisoner who has escaped or she was mentally disturbed. She cut us and went in a dark corner, behind us. While the bus stand was troubling hard to make his own identity in a very deem light.

‘bai kya chahiye.’ (oh woman, what do you want?) a tea seller, should be 30-year-old, who was serving us tea screamed on her. She shook her head. Her teeth were making noise, a general reaction to a cold.

‘chaha lagata hai kya?’  (do you need a tea?) he, the tea seller, gave a disgusted smile to her. His tone of language was pointing towards his less education. He stepped forward and gave her a cup of tea. When everything was seemed fine, then she screamed very loud. That screaming made every one of us avert to her. It was a dark but all we saw, a tea seller with a spoiled shirt and a red face. She had thrown a tea on his face, not even tea but also she had kicked the thermos out of the platform.

Now what was happened with either incident? Just a minute, ‘Aaa, in first; the guy must have flirted with the girl.’ Nope, the boy was innocent, the girl was innocent as well. but what happened next disturbed me, the boy got beaten very brutally by some men, the same men who were gazing that girl just before some time.

Let’s go to 2nd one. Here all I heard that she was alleging him to ask her something unethical (I can’t describe what was that but not just me but the 5-6 people around us too went in a shock to hear her. It was really embarrassing.) after that he kept denying all allegation and declared her a mentally disturb woman. Fortunately, there was a huge watch man who handled the situation very well. Unfortunately, the tea seller went smiling from there. She was again all alone there, this time her eyes were filled with tears. It was 11 PM by then, now we all were supposed to board , it was last bus to our destination.

read my blog about reservation come on appa..!!! (in Marathi)

That two incident had some common characters. The alone and unsecured SHE. The overconfident HE. And the mute society.  

before moving further lets have a glimpse on some statistic about crime regarding of molestation and rape..

  1. in India 92 woman raped on a every day.
  2. among them 98% are committed by the person known to the victim.
  3. though only 5.8% are reported to police.
  4. and surprising fact is, despite having such a mess, we are characterized as one of the nation which has lowest per capita rape.
  5. but this fact is going to be history as India achieving some shocking number of crimes day by day. we have one of fastest growing crime rate.

source: Wikipedia   https://en.m.wikipidia.org/wiki/Rapes_in_india.

it was just two incident. if we observe the society and surrounding you will also come across with many incidents. from bus to train, from school to office, from road to last store of sky-scrapper, women are objecting as a thing. is this the same nation where we worship cows but dishonor woman?  is this the same nation where we promise our sister to protect but forget that every alone girl also can be a sister of someone? Analysed above incidents and data? Let’s move to second blog with some questions, was that her fault? was that his fault? Was that our (society’s) fault? 

(to be continued, from prajapti’s arrest to digvijay sing’s sexist comment on his co-worker. Into the Karnataka assembly, from koprdie’s brutally rape to why the 4 million youth of pune stepped out of the home to give her justice? and how we are heading towards a capital of rape.)

still then jay hind.🇮🇳

“Technically romantic: an introvert’s thing.” (I)

‘How do you write?’

Honestly I am waiting for this question for long time and I have prepared my answer as well like “ya, I write because….., because….., means perhaps I have free time. or perhaps, i am too lazy to talk to someone. or sometime i love to be an introvert, an introvert who doesn’t have guts to express socially…!!” but fortunately no one gave me a chance to give this answer. This concept arose in my mind when I was reading one of my friend writer akhilesh maurya who has extra-ordinary skill to motivate other.

But fortunately I continuously got being asked a question,

‘Why don’t you write instead?’ when I was in last year of engineering, one of my friend unwittingly picked my diary from my desk and read my dumb stories, about me, in dumb English. He looked at me, I was busy in another work (yes, in mobile phone) in next moment I got being asked some questions, that was about a girl. Without a second thought, I got that he has read that thing I was hiding from everyone for age.

‘you sound interesting emotionally but you are stupid grammatically.’  He laughed.

This was very difficult moment for me, I wanted to kill him for two reason, he was bloody thief, second he criticize me. But I could have also hugged him, (but I didn’t, off course. NO, he had worn perfume but I think, hugging a boy is really not a good idea) he asked me another question ‘why don’t you write to her if you don’t have that guts to talk to her same? You could be a writer.’ This line gone straight to my brain and I started imagining. ‘wow’ this is going to be filmy.

The conversation went forward,

‘but I know you since 4 years, I know you talk very little. (but I do sense better). You are shy (genetic problem), technically known as introvert (though I hang out more than you extrovert, see my attendance and mark sheet) though can write about romance? he was laughing and talking. The concept of technical romance caught my mind. yes technical romance, the introvert thing, the modern  world tend to do.

talk to her via text..!!

And here on, i experienced why the world is misunderstanding the introvert.  

Will sort out in next blog.