Holy Cow!! Justice Served.

One, two and three…

The first stone went flying like a saucer hitting the Gram Sarpanch’s son Raghu. It was followed by another one that hit Maulavi ji’s son, Mukhtar. And then they rained stones and pebbles from every nook and corner. An angry mob still pelting stones at them.

The next day newspapers flashed with pictures of the accident site in Singhavali Ahir village. The blood-stained bodies of both the youths were lying underneath the Peepal tree beneath which the Panchayat heard cases and served justice.

A rumour was all it took Shagufta to get justice for her daughter Nazriya and James.

Two years ago, when Nazriya eloped with James, a Christian youth from the neighbouring village, the Gram panchayat had ordered both of them to be hanged on the Peepal tree in the middle of the village. James was hanged in complete daylight in the presence of all the villagers and the staff from the local police station. Shagufta’s begging plea was answered by the Sarpanch because of added persuasion from Maulavi ji. Nazriya was not hanged but was ordered to be raped by Raghu and Mukhtar. The boys in their late teens scavenged her until the last ounce of blood and oxygen left her bleeding body.

No punishment was ordered for Raghu and Mukhtar. Shagufta was asked to keep quiet and be happy that her family’s honour, the community’s prestige and the village’s esteem was protected. None of the police officials had the guts to lodge a complaint. Shagufta kept running from pillar to pillar for justice. But to no avail.

And today, the holy cow had helped her get justice for her daughter whose only fault was to have loved another human irrespective of caste, creed, region or religion.

She couldn’t stop wondering about the mentality of the people who would watch a young boy being hanged and a young girl being raped in public, but couldn’t take it when they heard someone ate beef.

“This was not Allah’s sentence. Neither did Bhagwan order this. Nor the Panchayat, the police or the lawmakers. This is my judgement. They deserved it.”


Picture Courtesy: Economic Times


A fictional account in view of the recent Dadri lynching.

It is sad that our country is so regionally and religiously motivated that it fails to respect human emotions and their fundamental rights. It becomes the responsibility of every single one of us to work in our own ways and with the available means to restore peace and sanity among our fellow beings. Killing, raping, abusing or any other form of crime is not acceptable. Punishments must be served by law after thorough investigations and within a stipulated time. No God will ever order any of His children to be killed no matter what the mistake is.

To err is human; to forgive, divine. Guide, but don’t dictate. Utilize your intelligence, strength and power in building something useful instead of destroying what He has created.

Blog for #FundAhamBhumika : The kids need you

Writing is a passion. Blogging, a platform to read and be read by like-minded writers.

Through this medium, I have realized the true power of words. They can make you. They can break you. I am here only to make. Make friends, gain access to different perspectives, learn newer things and to be a fundraiser for genuine causes and projects. This is where being part of blogging groups helps.

How content you will feel if you’re able to fund food, education or basics for underprivileged children? The true joy of giving. I know we are all cautious when we hear the words NGO, fundraising, donation or charity. So here’s a rural school for which we are fundraising through this group blogging initiative by Blog-A-Rhythm.

Project – #Ahambhumika | Bhopal

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Here’s a brief  about the rural school.

Aham Bhumika’ is an NGO, a group of like-minded people based in Bhopal, a city in the state of Madhya Pradesh in India. The diverse group consists of artists, housewives, engineers, tourist guides, teachers and government employees. We are striving for the betterment of the underprivileged in rural areas of India.

We run a rural preschool of 40 underprivileged rural kids in a village namely Borda; it is 17 kms from Bhopal. The parents of children work on brick kilns and construction sites as daily wage labourers and are illiterate. Our rural preschool accommodates their children. At the moment we have 40 rural children whom we teach using the play way method.

Read more about us at our website: http://www.ahambhumika.org

Aham Bhumika needs your help in order to continue giving education to these wonderful children. Current expenditure costs to keep the school running stand at INR 14,000/- per month. We welcome all support that we receive.

Cash Donations

*Aham Bhumika has many ways in which you can share your support. You can contribute money via online bank transfers or cheque payments here:

A/c name: Aham Bhumika Swayam Sevi Sanstha ,
SAVINGS ACCOUNT NO. 2073101015874
IFSC Code- CNRB0002073,

*Please send a mail to ahambhumika@gmail.com with these details: Name,  address, donation amount, PAN number and Contact number.

*All donations are tax exempted under Section 80-G of Income Tax of India. Full details on how to donate are given here.

*Ahambhumika is a registered NGO under Societies Act

Purchasing Mechandise

*You can buy hand-painted shoes from their website. By buying a pair of shoes you will fund the education of a rural child for a period of one month. The price of shoes ranges from INR 999 to INR 1499.For pre-order and any other query please mail ahambhumika@gmail.com. (More pictures on their facebook page)

What you can do as a blogger

All required details are available on this post at Blog-A-Rhythm.

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Our Turn Now to Parent Our Parents

Ek age ke baad parents khud se zinda nahi reh pate, unhe zinda rakhna padta hai!”

(Translation: After a certain age parents can’t survive by themselves, we have to make them survive.)

…said Piku to Rana in the latest Bollywood movie Piku. And I was nodding. 

She celebrated her sixtieth birthday early September and yesterday she retired from her thirty-five year long teaching service. Mom.

While she is all uncertain about what she will do with her free time after all these years of working and running around children of all age groups, I was thinking of ways to keep her engaged. I know she will be depressed if she sits all alone with nothing much to do. But I want her to do something that interests her.  I have just handed over a few books from my Amar Chithra Katha collection because of her interest in mythological stories. Dad is to take her for morning walk and to temple along with him everyday. I have also requested her to pick up the girls from the school in the evenings. That might keep her motivated a little.

It is very important to take care of our old parents. It is important for them. It is important for us. And it is most important for our children. Old people are the richest. Rich not because of money. But because of the experiences they have gathered all through the years.

We visit in-laws (who are staying with the brother-in-law and family) almost every fortnight. This time around my father-in-law told me, “Tum aate ho aur bachhe thoda khel kood karte hain toh dil khush ho jaata hai. Ghar sundar lagta hai.” (Translation: When you come and the children play around, our heart feels good. The house looks beautiful.) Four-five hours is all we spend there. But I know it makes a lot of difference to them.

Memories, children and festivals keep them going. They don’t need our money. But our time. A visit every week, every fortnight, or every month. A call a week or so. I fail to do that many a times. Mostly because something else takes over. And just before retiring for the day when I look back, I regret. I should have called, I think. That one call, those few words, the ‘are you fine?’, ‘what are you doing?’, ‘what did you eat?’, keeps them alive. The feeling of being cared for. The feeling of being loved. The feeling of being wanted and not abandoned. That’s important.

I know some parents are really difficult to handle with their OCD, their rigidity and their stubbornness. My Dad is one such perfectionist. Dad, I hope you’re reading this. But then not all of us are perfect…are we? I am not. We need to find ways to work together.

Aged parents are like those stubborn kids that you just managed to raise a little while ago. Oh yes, it’s now your turn to raise kids again. Slightly older ones. They don’t know a thing about growing up. They don’t know what their interests are. They forgot all of it in the mammoth process of raising you up. You. You have to tell them. You have to show it to them. The way they did for you all those years ago.

Yes. I remember Mom picking me up and doing rounds on the terrace of our rented flat teaching me Hickory Dickory Dock and Ten Little Indians. She was my first English teacher. I owe every word that I write to her. And Dad, his constant criticism in person and through the hundreds of letters is what kept me grounded and helped me improve as a human being. Now I scold him when he buys not one, but two bricks of Mother Diary ice-creams for the girls. The same mother who taught me to eat whatever was served on the table now cooks different things for the girls according to their taste. And I fight.

My mother-in-law who was upset that I wasn’t accepting the ‘rules’ of the family and refused to eat non-vegetarian food for a long time a decade ago, now cooks everything after asking her grandchildren. Father-in-law who would scold me for taking a chartered for ten rupees instead of taking a DTC for five rupees, now buys balloons, toffees and what not for all the grandchildren without occasion.

But then that’s what keeps them happy. They are themselves tired of leading a disciplined life and now look for variety with the children. And we have to just let them be. Just let them have that time with their children and their grandchildren. This is the age when they are tired of all the accusations they have been showering upon you. This is the age they have accepted you for who you are. This is the age when they want to be kids again. Let them be.

With all of this, there’s one very important thing to do. Do not burden them. Accept their help graciously. But do not expect it as their job. Let them do whatever they want by themselves. Do not force it on them. If we do that, the charm of being grandparents just fades away. I hear many people complaining that their parents do not help them take care of their kids. Why expect? They raised us. Their job is over. It is party time for them. Let them enjoy. Whenever they feel like helping you, be content. But don’t be dependent. It is not their job raising our children.

If you are keeping your parents with you, keep them wholeheartedly. Respect their individuality. Respect their interests. Don’t just be with them to save on your rent or the maid or creche fees. If staying together seems impossible, just vacate their place and give them their peace of mind. Giving a sermon was never the purpose of this post, but to just reiterate that we should respect age and experience.

Today on International Day of Older Persons, let’s pledge to respect older people and help them be alive cheerfully. It is the older trees that give most soothing shadows and help the seedlings grow beautifully.

Let’s make their world beautiful. They taught us what beauty is.

Image courtesy of [worradmu] / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of [worradmu] / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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