Swap'em!

What if men and women swapped their life for a day ??

 

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Think of an answer to the topic. How weird and unsettling would it be if men and women were to swap their life just for a day. The thought itself seems confusing to imagine but given that we were forced to be in one such world, the idea seems to tickle the mind. :)

The normally testosterone rich man would undergo the pain similar to that of 20 shattering bones to bear the li'l one while the usually physically soft one would wait with a mixed feeling of tension and happiness to receive the newest member of the family.
Rather than a shrill voice welcoming the kid, he/she would face a heavy and directing voice. The infant would feel hard beard when it learns to feel rather than the usual soft skin of the mother. The newborn would feel the caress of a rough hand rather than a soft gentle hand stroking its back. The bearded parent would learn the kid's first step while the pretty one stays off place.

The guardianship of the family shall rest in the soft hands, thereby demonstrating the irony to what the world claims. There shall be no female feticide now that the social status of the oppressed sex shall rise above us men. For a change, the girl's family shall receive the groom, and the much unapplauded dowry that flows along. While the women works outside to fetch the family bread, the man shall be the perfect homemaker who balances the duties at home as well as at the workplace. He'd also be the emotional pillar to the family when life demands, and help his better half to handle situations, knowing the fact that she has someone at home to lend a hand if she falls.

While growing grey, the men shall be the one to impart affection and preaching while the women keeps a silent gaze on the offspring's, unless need be there.

For once, the patriarchal society shall taste the sweet or bitter taste of its own medicine, whichever it maybe.

With this blog, I solely aim to pay respect to the mother, sister, wife that stands affirm in pain or gain. The main reason to bring up this blog today is to remind the society that if men are the bricks of the house, the ladies are the pillars to it. It seems easy to measure the pain they undergo for us, but when put into the situation, even the best of man could fall short of the target. The reason I started off with an unorthodox and unconventional situation was to put men in the situation and then deal with the measurement of the work women do for us, still falling short to count it successfully.
On the other hand, Id request all the male readers' to pause for a second and look into my words, rather than being the conventional somnambulists we're turning into. And if I am able to direct even a single man to the right path and save a single lady from the wrong she is bestowed upon, I'd call myself successful.

Thank You !

'Life'

 

                      LIFE

What'd you say if someday someone turns up to you for the definition of this simple word?

It's rightly said that some of the simplest questions contain an answer that could envelope all the knowledge into it, yet fall short to justify its stand.

What'd you call life to be?
An eventual turmoil of situations that describe your future; or could it be the timeline of you growing up from a foetus to a person and finally growing old. Well, speaking frankly,  it'd differ from place to place, person to person.
For someone who's had his time with the hardships of survival and won over, it'd be hos tale of success, while for someone who's gone down it'd be the path of his diminishing stars.
On the other hand, for somebody who's just landed on this funny place called Earth, It'd be the forecoming surprises. For the vaguely living old people, It'd be the bus they've been waiting for all long.

No augury could stand advocating the real meaning of life. Life, as simple as it sounds is one unsolved helix.
One moment you seek to thank the almighty for all you have, while the very next moment that brings misery turns your opinion by 180°, thereby changing everything.

What I wanted to reflect from the long text I just mentioned is that LIFE is nothing but how we hold up to our situations. It is a simple assignment if we take a day at once, or a yet incomplete novel if we're still marking its pages.
Hindu mythology claims that we write our own destiny and as correct as it may seem, it stands more than firmly true.

And life is what we name the way of carrying ourself.

So, I'd say you to unfurl your wings and set to write your own destiny, cause Life is what you're going to make out of it, good or bad may it be.

To all the patient readers who managed to scoop out time from their busy schedule for my thoughts, A BIG THANK YOU and I wish someday, this crap if mine be of some good use to you.
Stay happy stay blessed. :)
Signing off for the day.

Where's humanity drifting away?

'Mom I have stomach ache today'

'Akram, don't be a bad boy. Get ready for the school fast or you'll be late.'

'But mom...'

'I'll ask abba to get you a chocolate when you return from school.'

 

... And the mother still bleeds of tears to have stopped her 7 year old son from skipping school for a day, now that his soul rests in peace, finally and forever.

Over the past couple of decades, there has been an exponential rise in the terrorist activities that shake the pillars of humanity. Not just Asian countries like India and Pakistan or the Arab countries, but the entire globe has been a victim of such dreadful and painstaking events. Be it the serial blasts or the 26/11 attacks in India or the 9/11 attacks on the WTC, each and every of this has lead to despair to the civilization and is uncompensatable.

The latest of the inhuman acts, the tragic and unfortunate Peshawar attacks demonstrate of how ruthless these terrorists are. Killing innocent school going children just to seek a revenge can never be a justified recoil against any government, not even in the worst of cases. If for a second we leave behind our selfish interests and try to think of the mother's lament and of her helplessness, we shall know the grief she has levied on herself. For an entire life, she is left behind to accuse herself of her child’s death, though her efforts were for the betterment of the kid in every possible way. Not just this one mother of the father, but everyone who lost somebody that day laments to undo what has fallen upon.

It seems a desultory of mankind that we have not been able to eliminate those who stand as blotch to humanity. The atrocities of terrorism snatch away what is called the feeling of life, leave alone happiness and celebration. If an anabasis is not called by the society against the terrorists, the future generations shall fall short of wood for pyre and grave for the dead. While all good shall end, evil shall emerge as the winner.

The reason I didn’t come up with the usual salutation is my sorrow of what has happened to the society and I shall end it with a prayer to god to restore peace and love in hearts of those who have been mislead.

May the deceased find peace and their families strength.

Amen!

Going home!!

Ah!
Home!
The word always enlightens me.

Namaskar, Salaam-o-alekum, Pairi Pauna

Returning after a small hiatus, I'm back to pursue what I left. Today, I'm sharing a feeling that is common to all of my age, or atleast most of us.
Burdened by the loads of life, we sometime tend to find solace in every possible way. And when we near a holiday, the feeling of going back to our home multiplies.
Not so uncommon is this awkward feeling. Once we're excited and then we're thoughtful. Once you're held back aand then you're all eager to go back.
The feeling of going home is all but simple. It has been 2 years now that I'm staying away from home but the feeling I get every time are of different tinge. As the date of my departure nears, my excitement aggrevates and brain tickles.

Sometimes I plan how to tackle the neighbours 😉and sometimes how to tackle my parents.
Truly speaking, the sense of comfort and peace is at nowhere but home. Relieved of all the tension and pain of everyday life, this leap from work gives the body ample enegy and time to regenerate the brain and set it ready for uocoming challenges.

The scent of one's home, the vividity of flora and the sense of homeliness acts as a magnet to pull us back to our ORIGIN.

Not just these, but the delicacies cooked by mom and other kins that await us makes our will to reach home increase exponentially.

Into my second blog, I've yet not gained the knowledge to write a perfect blog. For some of you, this may just seem an ambiguous piece of text, but this is how my feeling goes.
Unaltered and unadulterated,  I've just given it out. Also, for some of you, it may be an enantiomer of thoughts.

Anyway, Thats it for the day!
Have a cheerful holiday, for this will keep you energized when you get back to the battleground,  or I should say 'LIFE'.

#My first post

Hello fellas!

Namaskar, Salam-walekum, Pairi-pauna.

I would like to begin this new experience by remembering my elders. Being an Indian, we're always taught to take the blessings of our elders before attempting some new task, and that is what I just did.
For a blogger, his/her readers are at parallel to folks.
Since dawn today, I had been thinking of what people blog for. I still do not know where this material that I'm typing shall be placed in my future and how much importance it may hold. The continuous reverberation of this word 'Blog' in my brain compelled me to try it.

This blog stores something fragile. It has my tender feelings and my view of my life. People often say that there are certain small incidents in our life that shape your future in a bigger picture. I, aged 19 and soon to be 20, stand at a place in my life where I feel clueless of what is going to happen in my life in the future.
Obviously, this may seem absurd to you. Nobody knows what our future has in store for us. But this is what human psychology is. We tend to look forward and think of how our present activities are going to shape our upcoming days, forgetting the inevitable fact that no matter what the picture seems now, it could change in a blink of an eye.

Yes. I just contradicted my opening line, but this is what I'm talking about. The restlessness of my mind and the placed I stand upon.
For many of you, this might be a resembling situation. You tend to think of the pro's of a certain topic, but end up dealing with its con's.
I would end this so called 'blog' with a question which I myself stand unable to answer.
What exactly is the feeling when you are about to take an important decision and people back you for it, but your own brain resists to support you ?