The sin I did not commit!

I went to a party, mom; I remembered what you said..

You told me not to drink, mom; so i drank soda instead..

I really felt proud inside, mom; the way you said I would..

I did not drink and drive, mom; even though the others said i 'should'

I know i did the right thing mom; I know you are always right..

Now the party is finally ending as everyone is driving out of sight..

As I got into my car, mom; I knew I'd get home in one piece..
Because of the way you raised me mom- so responsible and sweet..

I started to drive away mom; but as i held into the road,
The other car didn't see me mom & hit me like a load...
As I lay there, on the pavement mom; I heard the policeman say-
'The other guy is drunk' & now i am the one who'll pay..
I am dying here mom; I wish you'd get here soon..
How could this happen to me mom? My life just burst like a balloon..

There is blood all around me mom; and most of it is mine...
I hear the medician say - I'll die in short time.."

I just wanted to tell you mom; I swear I didn't drink!
It was the other one mom; he..didn't think..
He was probably at the same party as I-
The only difference is...he drank..& I'll die....

Why do people drink mom? It can ruin the whole life....
Ah! I am felling sharp pains now; pains just like a knife...
The guy who hit me is wailing mom; I don't think its fair..
I am lying here mom and all he can do is to stare...

Tell my brother not to cry mom; Tell Daddy to be brave...
& when i go to heaven mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave...

Someone should have told him mom; not to drink and drive...
If only they had told him mom; I would still be alive...

My breath is getting shorter mom; I'm becoming very scared...
Please don't cry for me mom; When i needed you, you were always there...

I have only one last question mom;before i say goodbye...
"I didn't drink and drive mom; so why am I the one to die....?"

-Samyak Daga

If this hurts, then raping a woman hurts too!

Why Your Daughter’s Marriage Shouldn’t Be Your Biggest Dream For Her

“When are you going to start saving? Don’t forget there’s a girl growing up in the house..”, countless wives have been reminding their husbands in Indian households and sometimes on TV screens. Parents in the country place too much emphasis on marriage. And if you’re a girl, this gets doubled. The moment the doctor announces the gender, the planning starts, the saving starts. And more importantly, the worrying.

Because of the pervasive dowry system that devours most families by attaching itself to destructive notions of what constitute status, honor and respect, this directly affects the family’s management of financial resources and how girls are brought up. An unmarried daughter becomes a burden to be removed which in turn subjects her to differential treatment. Giving your daughter’s marriage utmost importance means everything you do for her is ultimately influenced by this concern. You either don’t educate her beyond a basic level because you don’t have enough money to spend on both (and clearly you’ve decided marriage is to be given the bigger priority), or you educate her (often according to your own wishes rather than hers) with the prospect of fetching a well qualified groom so that she can be ‘sent off’ to a ‘respectable’ home.

   

Placing emphasis on marriage means raising girls in a manner primarily aimed at moulding them into a societal expectation of what an ideal bride or wife should be like, instead of fostering and encouraging individual characteristics. And in a patriarchal society, these demands are never free of misogyny. The perfect wife looks like Aishwarya Rai, talks like Mother Teresa and is willing to be submissive like Sita. She is unambitious, unassertive, unaware or not demanding of her rights, and has been blessed with extra invisible hands to successfully manage all household work and (increasingly) also a job without the slightest complaints. Girls then are taught from a young age to value their looks more than their talents and skills, to place their career aspirations or financial independence secondary to the need for being married at the ‘right’ time and having kids, and to perpetuate this vicious cycle through their own daughters, all the while carrying a burden of living up to the good girl myth so as to not ‘invite’ rape, lest they become used goods. Because rape is something that is given to us when we “ask for it”, and the unit of measurement of a woman’s worth is virginity. Right?

Imposing one’s dreams on another human being and wanting them to strictly fulfill them for you is a pretty selfish expectation and even a messed up form of ‘love’ (which is how people usually like to rationalize it). This stems from the perception that holds children as properties of parents and in particular, a woman’s identity only in relation to a man. It’s somewhat similar to indoctrinating kids into the parents’ religion at an impressionable age and closing the doors of curiosity, only even more violating. While one may be able to completely break free from religious beliefs at least on a mental level, the social costs of leaving an unsuccessful marriage in a patriarchal culture are many, especially if you’re a woman. Being a father-in-law or a grandmother is a privilege, not a right. But having the freedom to decide whether we want to give our parents that privilege is a right no one should be denied, because the decisions involved would first and foremost affect ourselves.

Not to mention the oppression it puts out for women who don’t fit into the supposed standards. Lesbian women, disabled women, trans/queer women, those wishing to stay single or those who want to have a partner but not get married. Women with physical disabilities constantly deal with ableist attitudes that infantilise them or treat them as less of a woman. Imagine the look of horror on the father’s face when he tells his daughter they’re going to start looking for a suitable match and her response is, “I hope she will let me keep my job.” Thankfully, we have an effective homophobic climate in place to avoid any such awkward situations. It’s simple, we just force them into repressing their sexuality and entering an arranged heterosexual relationship!

Marriage is not the ultimate purpose of a female life. I’ll say that again, it really isn’t. It’s only a part of it, and a choice some women wish to make while some women don’t. The important thing is they should have the liberty to do so without being coerced or emotionally blackmailed. This has absolutely nothing to do with their ‘worth’ as a person. Meaning, purpose and fulfillment in life can be found in a billion ways and if your daughter wants to include marriage at some point in that list, fine. If not, that should be fine as well. Give her education, good morals, encourage her to pursue her passions, let her celebrate her sexuality and uniqueness. The rest should be up to her. After all, if it is your daughter’s welfare that you wish for, then start by placing the control of her future in her own hands.

Our world has rut to its core. It has become easier to stay ignorant and self consumed but troublesome to fight for a cause. It has become a fashion to utter speeches of high morale and higher trend to hear it the most degraded mouths. The key lies not in talking but converting our brain power into real actions.

WAGE A SILENT WAR AGAINST THE HUMAN TURNED DEVIL. 

LET US PROVE THAT WE HAVE EVOLVED FOR BETTER AND NOT FOR WORSE.

Greed, avarice or gluttony, no matter what you call it, on the cover everything seems alright but within, it sinks you in the deep chasms of helplessness.

Everything comes with an expiry date, even complacent evil has one. Just like the earth, a guilty human being burns from within. Pierce through the heart of a criminal and there's only the heat of hatred or molten of guilt.

One man's meat is another man's poison. With decayed conscience a man feels at ease to build himself on the grounds of other man's destruction.

Under the cloak of raw civilization, hides a demon with clenched fist, ready to devour people of its own kind. Every human has turned krtiya (destroyer of its own clan).Let us relocate our humanity and reawaken the angel within every demon.

Return to Desolation

Thousands of years in the making


Man's inhumans desire, controlled by money and greed


Disaster to profit, the cycle of hate


That will destroy our lives, the oppressor will devastate, and lead us 

to our demise

Degrading Humanity


Inhumane act of permanency


Extinction of human resources


To satisfy political forces


Horrendous display of greed and unconcerned


The works of evil governments to satisfy their mania

Degrading Humanity


Inhumane act of permanency


Extinction of human resources


To satisfy political forces

Corporate death stalks the Earth


The lives of the innocent, controlled by a force system


A failed system of selfishness and greed


Endures no safety or future of mankind


Disease ridden from unhealthy environment conditions


Bodies drop from starvation, sickness and exhaustion

Degrading Humanity


Inhumane act of permanency


Extinction of human resources


To satisfy political forces

What has been lost is not just voice but hope of living a peaceful life in today's world.
A woman suffers because she neither speaks nor fight for herself or other women .It is not your destiny to live like tamed animals, your destiny for you too choose and live like every other God's creation in respect.
If silence and sacrifice was the solution, we would have had temples of Sita and Draupadi in our houses and not of Rama and Krishna.

Diary of a Rapist

The chariot of vengeance needs no wheels to roll on, and the greed to devour the weak multiplies unknowingly like a pest. 
Darkness of the room that I sit in, is less intense than the darkness of my own heart. I look around and see nothing but reflections of my brutality. The chair that I had broken once to test my masculine power, proved me to be strong but applying my power on a woman has made me weak internally. I feel weak to stand in front of the cracked mirror and meet my red eyes swollen with criminality. Where is my solace? Perhaps that word is just a myth for rapists like me. Why can I not sleep? Only a devil is as restless as I am. 

Like father, like son, the proverb said. I took the words too literally. Whenever my father abused my mother with words and power, the male ego within me felt triumphed, and feeding the devil in me. Every time my mother succumbed in silence, the devil in me laughed to see her being tamed like an animal. But I now realise that the battle of supremacy is fought only between animals, and thus, the greed to prove ourselves strong had made me and my father animals too.

The dawn might strike any hour from now, but my eyes are wide open burning with guilt. Every music haunts like that woman’s screams, the clamour wishes to undo my crimes.

When did I turn into an animal? I do not know. No, animals do not attack by keeping gender in mind; I’ve proved to be lesser than them. My mother often told me that we must use our power to think to divide pains and multiply sympathy and prove that we have evolved for better and not for worse. I was an animal then, but I am a guilt ridden human now. Some mistakes are so erroneous that they can only push you in a wide chasm, leaving no room for repentance.

I wish I had preferred a calm doze on floor over lying on bed with this mental unrest.

I had the guts to end her life then, but today I neither have the courage to kill myself nor surrender to the law. She sleeps in peace in the grave that once belonged to somebody else, but I do not deserve nor can I rest in my own house. It is not only the victim who dies while living, hear the victimizer who is a living dead too.

I know that I will be put behind the bars soon, but before that I surrender myself to you all, to warn thousands of men who are ruled by their greed. Do not wait to suffer like me; one minute of animalistic passion costs an entire life. Beyond this moment of vengeance there’s only darkness to devour you.

Let me be the prophet of the devils and warn you of the shame you are tainting your conscious with. Let me bring words of revelation and say that it is better to live in the light of brief happiness than loosing oneself in the never-ending tunnels of hollow darkness.

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