Against the Storm....

My Empty Mind is Echoing to the News i Feared.I Sit there still,not responding,not uttering a word to self or others Resting my head on the plane of Window and staring out in Space i am oblivious to the Happening Around.Deep Down I know there is  Hope,I know it will Happen,Yet this Restless Heart is not Ready to Wait.My Mind is Like a Barren Land now,no motivation to string up,no thoughts to dwell on.
Tears are Rolling Down the cheek but my Tongue is Not willing to Complain.I am Upset.
Little Shaken and More disturbed.Roller Coaster ride of Life has witnessed more of Downs in the Past Few years.Now,When Rainbow of Glory was carving its way,the Murky dark Clouds Concealed it Again.
The Vacuum in my Mind has made me and my thoughts Catatonic.I can Hear the Silence within.The Silence that kills an Agitated soul.
Meanwhile a  Bird comes down from the Azure Sky and Perches besides the Window Plane.The silence of Agony is soon interrupted by her Tweet.She Quickly Mocks her Head around,to find nothing Futile.In No time ,she Flies High Above in search of Another (Desired )Destination.My Gaze follows her 'Sprint' and 'Will' to move ahead.But soon she is lost in the Blue Ocean.

The Vacuum fn my mind gets filled by the Wave of thoughts and my freezed body loosens up as i begin to converse with self.."Broken Dream doesn't mean that one stops Dreaming"The Rose may loose its Fragrance but it is still a Rose.Moreover Achieving a Dream while battling Hardships is a Victory within.HE who got me through will surely pull me out ,ahead as well.My Tender soul is Iron now.Let Life strike,i will come out and Shine.

My Tears Dry and Now i Smile in Space.I look back upon my Past and tell my Future "This is How i won the Last battle and i am ready to take this one.

My wings of Determination Flare out .As i begin to Fly against the storm.

-SSW

In search of Safe Door!

Police...what impression does this word bring in your mind ? Do you think police have become the biggest criminals in this society today ? Are you comfortable in approaching them ? #police

 

 

Police! ..My eyes is fixed on this word, and my mind is running in all possible directions to scrape out the string of incidences closely knitted in my 'Semantic Memory' which is resuscitated every day by the heart throbbing incidences i read and listen to,from Newspapers and other Social Media.There is flood of thoughts racing together to link them precisely and bring out a suffice matter.

Personally i have never been to Police station, so i have no first hand experience to talk about, but yes i have a varied perception.

*Early Morning"Head line of the most Discussed News says 'And Police Also Involved' I Grimace.Further on the next page the Disturbing News of Lathi Charge on the Silently Protesting Mob adds to my Pain.The Agony Instilled in My Heart turns more Deep by Reading the News about Dacoits,Murder,Rape,Harassment, Burglary,Bribes,Violence,Riots,Fake Encounters,Scams etc with no Successful Judicial investigation..There are N number of news day in and out.

So many Incidences of Molestation are exposed but we never no there might be equal number of cases still unheard.The cry of Helplessness is Growing Louder in Disdain but no Door to knock on Safely.Why??Silence leaps in the their Darkest hour and they are left to Gather their Broken Pieces.(I am not drawing generalized conclusion,but the scenario is not less common).

Cases open up but Files get Closed."Under the Table " alters the Desk Sheet.Political Reach cuts down all Powers or rather gives extra Power.The increased Girth of 'Bundle/Paiti/Rokhda' takes away Conscience.Sad But True!

But all this is One Side of the Coin.

On the other hand is 'Keechad mein Kamal' Type Scene.In between these Peddlers of Humanity dwell the Flag bearers of Justice.If today we are Resting Safely in our house it is because of them.I have a friend, her father is Assistant Commissioner.He is the first Police officer i know of so closely.Uncle is a very down to Earth and a Honest man.Talking to him mends the broken trust on Police to some extent.Every time i meet him,i tell myself Honesty is not Dead yet.People like him and Many more who spend Sleepless Night on High Alerts,Festive Occasion and other National Emergencies are the reason of our Safety.But the Shackle of Corruption doesn't remain far from them.Either it Elopes or Kills them.Do you remember Durga Shakti Nagpal case?The 28 year old IAS officer,who protested against Sand Mafia and What happened next needs no mention.Similarly,there are so many unsolved cases of the Talented & Honest officers either being Murdered or Suspended.

If it was so...

Characters like 'Singham' and 'Chulbul Pandey' from Reel Life are the need of hour in the Real Life(that too in huge numbers).The Popular TV show CID,i am sure each one must have watched some time or the other.Their one hour episode makes me Laugh hoping that if cases were solved with such charismatic speed,scene would be different.Series of Savdhaan India ,Crime Patrol Dastak (reality based) etc gives some sense of Assurance but Heart piercing News 'Rakshak Banay Bhakshak' pulls it Back.

At the end we should not forget 'Taali Ek haath se Nahi Bachti'

We the Citizens are also responsible for the Loopholes in the System.You skip a Signal blindly and Caught ahead,whats the next move?Chai paani and you are left!..The other day my friend was caught by police while crossing railway track in hurry to catch his Local.He was narrating the entire incidence casually saying he had to give 250 Rs to escape..Huh!I kept wondering 'Was that the only way out'.Why we offer a bribe.To escape from Tedious Legal procedures? or to get the work done fast or......And then we cry and Moan about Corruption.

Another Root cause "Politicians"

Except for the Honest ones, so many police officials become Royal Servants of these "Netas".They sell themselves to these Leaders and then buy their subordinates and the vicious cycle goes on. Here also we come in Picture.Had we not Elected such Uneducated & Criminal Back Ground Leaders.There would be more safe doors.

Final Call...

Just like the Doctors,Police is also responsible to save our lives moreover to keep it safe.But the Class and Respect difference of the

White Coat & Khaaki Speaks Volumes of the Corruption difference Many Eyes with Helpless Tears are Yet in Search of a Safe Door!

 

People, including rape victims,in need of Police help would approach a Police Station with a greater sense of confidence if the “thana”was of a More secure Place Now! 

What we need to Ponder upon is....

Why the thought of police help  accompanies a hiatus in Movement.?

And I am sure most of the Mediocre Indian families have a common notion amongst 'ki Police aur Waqil se bhagwan bachaye'

 -SSW

This post is Written for Indispire 27th edition.

Repost ! Silence

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This post is from the above mentioned blog link written by Rahul Miglani.

#Repost

Silence

After they left 
I was sitting and watching My self in the mirror
I was sad and was looking with some horror
I wanted to put an end to my life 
I was sitting and was holding a knife
I wanted to cut my wrist 
I had lost the hope to exist

But I thought if there is anything I can do
So I went to the Police station without any further ado
They asked me from where it all began
and what was I doing in the Rain
Why was I wearing a Skirt
and that too with a revealing shirt

Questions like did they first undress
or they started to press
From where did they first insert
From where was I getting Hurt
Instead of Registering the Report
They Repeatedly insisted why my clothes were short

At-last they asked if that was my first time
Like instead of the rapists I have done some crime
I looked at the wrist and the knife
because I know Now I cant be anyone's wife

I am looking at the wrists and the knife
I am going to end my life


silence prevails.........

Words of Politeness

When was the last time that you did something good for others and that brought a genuine smile at your face.

I was in second year of my Graduation when i went to visit my lower kg Teacher Ulena Miss,having got in to a para medical profession, i was too excited to inform her at the same time worried whether she would recognize me.And,as i was standing outside her staff room planning all kind of possible intro 's i would require to remind her of me, came a voice from behind "oh! Saima has come...Come my child,so happy to see you."A spark in her voice which lightened me in a second,her eyes was glowing more bright as her smile was widening.It did not seem less than a fantasy scene but yes it was reality.Well,we began to chat,and i informed her of my career option,explained her my course what occupational therapy is about.Soon,I could sense her happiness while she smiled.After a short chat,while i was leaving,she said something which is the best words i have heard from any teacher ever."No matter who you are and what position you attain,never be biased to any patient.And never be harsh to them,think how would you feel.Treat them all same."And she continued with lovely advises ,all of them i may not be able to quote accurately,but this sentence i can never forget for it holds a special remembrance in my heart.
                                           Having studied in a Government Medical college, my 4 half years of Graduation journey moved me more close to Humans and suffering.I have spoken to 'N' number of patients belonging to various class,but this incidence is little dear one to me.It was usual OPD day,an old female (in her 70s) dressed in a saree & a tripod by the side came to me for back protocol.I took her history,examined her and gave her a week protocol and asked her to come daily as she stays close and her exercises need supervision.She came the other day,with some more complaints.I patiently listened to all them and gave her assurance.This continued for weeks.One rainy day when OPD load was less,she came to me with her usual doubts to which i answered patiently.And since there were not much patients i continued to chat with her.She kept talking about her house,her grandchildren and many other things.I smiled at her every Gesture.And this way,she became my regular patient.She would enter OPD looking for me.I would greet her,supervise her and Answer her Queries.
One day something unusual happened.This old lady waited for me to be free till the lunch time.As i was leaving,I was too surprised to see her sitting alone at the bench outside and asked her "Kaay zala Aaji,konaji vaat baghta" (What happened granny,whom are you waiting for).
She replied "tujhya saati basli hoti" ( i was waiting for you)
 I asked little worried "kaay zaala "(what happened). 
She answered "kaay naay,tujya saathi laadu banavla ahay"(Nothing,i have made sweet for you)
I asked her with a smile"Magh tumhi aaat ka nai dila"(then why din't you give me inside)
 She replied with a very cute smile"Kami ahay na,aat baaki pan ahay,ani mala tulaz diyaycha hota"(its less & there were others inside and i wanted to give you only)
I laughed and asked" Asa kaa'? (why so?) 
She smiled again and her eyes glowed with an honest reply "mala tujha svabhav khoop aavadta,ani tu changla baghtay,asich raah"(because i like your nature and you see well,stay the same.)
I smiled and said Thankyou,also assuring her that everyone is good here.She laughed loud saying "ho" (ya) while giving me the Laadoo's made by her. She smiled while waving and i smiled along with her.Both the smiles were for different reasons.One spoke of 'Happiness' and other reflected 'Contentment'.As she was leaving i was lost in my thoughts. I kept  wondering"what made her say that,i did not do any thing extra ordinary as i am still a learner,infact i was asking half of the things to my senior.Then what made her like my treatment.My mind kept answering to my other self.'May be the way i spoke to her or May be my patience of listening to her complaints and her stories.May be my smile of recognition as she entered the OPD. May be many other reasons'. Whatever was the reason But Her words of compliments brought an eternal smile,and everytime i think of it,i smile to self."You can call it 'Smile of contentment' .I had done nothing great , i just gave a little extra time and my ear to hear.
I still don't know anything about her,she is a familiar stranger to me who will always be remembered.Here i thank my Teacher ,as i had only followed her advise and that day i realized what it meant.

What i want to point out is "Each person is struggling there own battle"You,Me and Everyone around.We all Project our Frustration on some one else.Boss on employee,Doctor on cranky patients,Teacher on students ,We on our family etc etc.But if we can Suppress and Replace our irritation with patience,(which is the most difficult task i feel),the scene would be different. The world is in need of kindness,little time & love and more of politeness.If you can offer it to those who are deprived of this then it is the biggest charity you have done (in my opinion ). Not everyone can donate huge sums or open an NGO(at-least i cannot at this point) But these Gestures we all can offer(conditions applied) which will definitely make a difference in recipients Life as well ours.
-SSW

This post is for Indispire 26th edition.

Hope

Hope!

From Despair to Gleam of Hope,

I wrote this poem to dream of Hope.

Hope is just a four letter word,

Which holds on my own Little world.

Hope is a candle of my dark,

Which gives my life spark.

Hope is a root of that fruitful tree,

Which makes my worries flee.

Hope is a Gentle cold Breeze,

Which makes my pain Cease.

Hope is Guide of my Path,

Which has brought me so far.

So Special hope makes my Life,

To Save My Heart From Inner Strife! 

-SSW