What is it like to be a dark-skinned person in India?

It’s atrocious, bitter and discouraging. It’s like committing a crime.

Please don’t get me wrong. I can prove it…

This is Atlee Kumar.

He is a really good Tamil director with movies like Theri, Mersal.

I got this very image on WhatsApp with this caption:

A mother to his son: Put a cup full of water on the roof during summer time will get you a beautiful wife.

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The son with darker skin put ‘Rasna’ instead of water. And this was the result.’

He is a star but still facing the discrimination. Just try to understand the plight of the common man/woman.

(‘Rasna’ fruit-flavored drink like ‘Tang’)

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I don’t understand why having a darker complexion is such a bad thing?

I sometimes ask myself this question:

Is India the most racist, sexist, casteist and classist country in the world?

The answer I get is infuriating.

Yes, we have diversity but we are very far from attaining unity.

Because it is not unity when we treat people from other religion, region and color as aliens in their native country.

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Spread Peace Not Hatred!

Thanks!

STOP MORAL POLICING!

STOP MORAL POLICING!

 

We all know Valentine’s day is approaching,,,
And the goons of Bajrang Dal and Shiv Sena are going to wake up soon from their slumber.

These are the events listed on Facebook:

(Look at the date. And look at the people interested.)

In the name of saving Indian Culture (which is only Hindutva, in their opinion), they are actually ruining it.

I am sure, they don’t know this Hindu concept either:

Sarva Dharma Sama Bhava: “All religions are the same”

They just prove it every time that they are people with misplaced ideas of “culture”.

Bajrang Dal’s slogan is “service, safety and culture”.
That is quite ironical because they have threatened the very notion of public safety in regions where they work, and the only culture they espouse is one of violence and irrationality.

I sometimes think that all their rage is because they can’t have a girlfriend which makes them roam freely around the neighborhood and just disturb others who do.

I want to urge this to fellow Indians, if they see these stupid people disturbing the peace and roaming with sticks to beat others, please take a stand.

Report these events on Facebook or complaint about them in the police station.

Because the victims are not only the people, the constitution also suffers at the hands of such people.

 

T.H.A.N.K.S!

When Will This Stop???

An eight-month-old baby was raped in Indian capital few days ago.

Yes. An eight-month-old baby girl.

The inception of 2018 has been really bad for girls in the Indian subcontinent.
Many such cases of brutal rape have been reported earlier in Pakistan, then back to back cases in Haryana and now this…

These appalling cases of young girls getting raped are not stopping.
These brutes are not even leaving 8-month-old babies.

I don’t understand their pathetic mentality.

I just want to raise one question:
Was it her fault?
Because I know this for a fact that she was not calling it upon herself. She was not in a short dress. She was not drunk. She had not even started to enjoy her life.

I don’t know!! Maybe it was her fault. Because she was a girl!!

How many more reasons do we need to save our daughters, our sisters from these wolves?

An excerpt from another post:
Today, I am ashamed of being a human,
Because of the acts of men like that demon.
Who don’t even think before bleaching a rainbow,
Because their ego is too big,
To understand a simple word ‘NO’

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We need to Wake up and Speak up against these atrocities before they consume every living being around us.

My eyes welled up after listening to this:

Rj Naved’s When Will This Stop???

Sad Day For Humanity!

I remember the times I was bullied.

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I remember this one time,
Someone just come,
And stapled my shirt.
He didn’t just stop there,
And then started to blurt.
I remember a few pierced my skin,
Seven-year-old me bled a little.
The words were still the harshest than the pins,
And those were also brutal.
I easily coped with the pain which was corporal,
I couldn’t stop the bleeding he started which was mental.

I remember the other time when I was slapped.
My hands froze and my thinking just stopped.
I remember I was stunned with the blow.
But for fellow classmates, I didn’t put up a show.
I just went out, sat down and cried in my mind…
With the shattered glasses in my hand,
Sitting with the impaired confidence in the sand,
With no one by my side to listen to and to understand.

I remember you calling me freak and dumb,
Because I always used to feel weak and numb.
I remember you calling me stupid and weak,
But I was too scared to speak.

Yes, I was hurt for a while,
Then I started to smile.
Sometimes I struggled to survive,
But I never left hope and stayed alive.

I was beaten, tormented or sometimes teased,
Left with the wounds from all those sufferings,
But you know what I never received,
The apologies from you for doing those things.

Now I don’t want one…
I am serious.
I am done.

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Peace.

I remember the times I was bullied.

I remember the times I was bullied.

I remember this one time,
Someone just come,
And stapled my shirt.
He didn’t just stop there,
And then started to blurt.
I remember a few pierced my skin,
Seven-year-old me bled a little.
The words were still the harshest than the pins,
And those were also brutal.
I easily coped with the pain which was corporal,
I couldn’t stop the bleeding he started which was mental.

I remember the other time when I was slapped.
My hands froze and my thinking just stopped.
I remember I was stunned with the blow.
But for fellow classmates, I didn’t put up a show.
I just went out, sat down and cried in my mind…
With the shattered glasses in my hand,
Sitting with the impaired confidence in the sand,
With no one by my side to listen to and to understand.

I remember you calling me freak and dumb,
Because I always used to feel weak and numb.
I remember you calling me stupid and weak,
But I was too scared to speak.

Yes, I was hurt for a while,
Then I started to smile.
Sometimes I struggled to survive,
But I never left hope and stayed alive.

I was beaten, tormented or sometimes teased,
Left with the wounds from all those sufferings,
But you know what I never received,
The apologies from you for doing those things.

Now I don’t want one…
I am serious.
I am done.

A Butterfly (Zainab)

Last month, a young girl got raped and killed in my neighbor country Pakistan.

I feel terrible.
There had been many similar cases in India as well. All are equally shocking, disturbing and terrifying.

Her name was Zainab. She was not even eight.

I wrote a poem which I want to share:

A Butterfly (Zainab)

Today, I saw a butterfly,
On the top of a garbage heap.
She was not flittering,
Neither was she meandering
She was not even moving.
It looked like she was asleep,
And that sleep was really really deep.

I wanted to ask her,
What she was doing here?
But she could not answer,
as she was lying dead there.

She might have given the answer;
That her dreams were shattered,
When a brute laid eyes on her.
That same wolf brutally raped her,

What happened to her was horrifying,
She must have been crying,
when she was dying.
For her, that had been a long night,
She must have screamed that it wasn’t right.

Maybe she was also praying,
to her god, to her Allah,
She must have begged for help,
The help which she never got.

Today, I am ashamed of being a human,
Because of the acts of men like that demon.
Who don’t even think before bleaching a rainbow,
Because their ego is too big,
To understand a simple word ‘NO’

I am quite sure…
That a little humanity died along with her.
Reading this story filled with tremor,
Many butterflies will tremble and shiver.
They will refuse the metamorphosis.
And will always want to stay as a caterpillar.

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We need to Wake up and Speak up against these atrocities.

Justice for Zainab.

Justice for every girl brutally raped.

Justice.

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I want to touch million hearts with my writings and actions. I always write with that goal in my mind.

#HumanitySeesNoBorders

Zainab, Nirbhaya and girls like Gudia will always be in our hearts.

Forever and Ever.

Peace.