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The Government is of the rapists, by the rapists, for the rapists

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The Government is of the rapists, by the rapists, for the rapists

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Metro stations at Barakhamba, Mandi House, Patel Chowk, Central Secretariat, Udyog bhawan, Race Course, Khan Market and Pragati Maidan have been closed until further notice.            - The notice at a Metro Station, December 23, 2012.  Well this wasn't just another day in Delhi. Alighting at Jor Bagh travelling 4 km on foot to

Castration, chopping genitals, or more? | The Bigger Issue : Why Men Rape ?

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Castration, chopping genitals, or more? | The Bigger Issue : Why Men Rape ?

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A rape is the most heinous crime. It not only wrecks the victim's body, but also leaves an indelible mark on her mind, heart and soul. The wounds can be healed but scars can only be concealed. When such crimes occur in a metropolitan like Delhi, one thinks if that's the state of security in the heart of

Is competition necessary in the learning process?

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Is competition necessary in the learning process?

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What's my fault if I am dumb? OK, sorry! It is my fault if I am dumb. But what is my fault if my neighbor is smarter than me? If I get 98.9 percentile in my CAT exam I am denied admission by all the IIMs. I don't get a job. I don't get a wife. I am screwed for life. And

Words, he never said | Poem

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Words, he never said | Poem

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A leaf not withered but wan, Lifeless and dead.. Hinges at a twig, Waiting for its end.. Like love, Which sees no hope.. Like old age, Difficult to cope..

Don't leave your trace | Broken Heart, Poem

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Don't leave your trace | Broken Heart, Poem

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Can you rollback the time you had loved to live and lived to love in ? A poem that depicts the sense of loss, and the resignation from life and...love, not quite. (at Garden of five senses)  Wash the color off my life, Tear the smile off my face.. Slice the gleam off my eye, Don't leave your

Maati ka beta | Independence Day, Hindi, Poem

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Maati ka beta | Independence Day, Hindi, Poem

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स्वतंत्रता दिवस 15 अगस्त 1960 (स्त्रोत ) खून   के   बदले  जो  आज़ादी  का  सौदा  करते  थे , अपने  ही  रक्त  की  स्याही  में  नौजवान  दस्तखत  करते  थे .. उस  आज़ाद  हिंद  फ़ौज  के  पन्नों में , लहू  से  लिखा  है  मेरा  नाम  कहीं .. दुनिया  को  मै  याद  नहीं , मेरी  कोई  पहचान  नहीं ..

Marriage is the Question : Engineer has a Solution | Unified Modelling Language

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Marriage is the Question : Engineer has a Solution | Unified Modelling Language

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3 years ago, I had to make a decision which way to go. Should I join an Engineering College which offered a sure job and excellent career prospects? Or should I consider joining Delhi university which ensures joblessness but offers something more than just a job(will come to that)? I calculated a lot and finally decided to join

Was Guwahati Case Molestation? | The Flip Side

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Was Guwahati Case Molestation? | The Flip Side

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I wonder what drives people more. One word - media. The news which is rich with tastemakers hits the head hard. I am really surprised to see everyone talking about this very topic "Guwahati Girl Molested by 20 men". No one wants to know the reason why it happened. No matter who, why, when, where did it. If

My Sad Sun | Sunny side down, Art of Synchronization

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My Sad Sun | Sunny side down, Art of Synchronization

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Solemn Weather Harmony is one thing just too hard to find among us. We are so amazingly different. Two kids of the same parents are so different (don't blame Darwin for that). We people are so unsynchronized in our way of thinking that even understanding each others' point of view becomes a herculean task at times. Communication gaps,

Common man's Struggle against Plutocracy | Cinquain, Poem

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Common man's Struggle against Plutocracy | Cinquain, Poem

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If people do not have their say, democracy crumbles down to aristocracy and plutocracy. When that happens freedom is just left a word on paper. And each person becomes a pot of inflammable fuel. He just needs a spark and the world will be set ablaze. Remember plutocracy ends when money finishes. Aristocracy ends when the ruler dies.

Beauty- A Mystery, Nature's Addiction, Poem

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Beauty- A Mystery, Nature's Addiction, Poem

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We are so awestruck by the glitterati that we have lost the sense and feel of true beauty. What is beauty? Something that never diminishes, which is indelible by forces of time, that is beyond the limits of belief , that is beyond the reach of words. Let’s explore Beauty…… I wondered, Why God works so passionately to create beauty around

Football, T20 Tadka Maarke | Pepsi Football Grand Finale

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Football, T20 Tadka Maarke | Pepsi Football Grand Finale

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Football and Cricket mated maybe, and it gave birth to one of the most amazing forms of game. A football game with some cricket rules, being played in a handball ground which was surmounted by a cage like an elimination chamber in WWE. Goodness! What to call it, foursome ? Anyway there are few positives that came out

I refuse to love again | Casanova, Poem

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I refuse to love again | Casanova, Poem

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The angel I had loved, The dream I had cared.. The prayer I had said, The wish I once had.. The loved has subsided, And here we stay divided.. The dream has been crushed, Under the wheel of time.. The prayer has been heard, And rejected with disdain.. Here I beg for mercy, Writhing in pain.. And the

Possessions of Wicked | Insecurity & Mediocrity Poem

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Possessions of Wicked | Insecurity & Mediocrity Poem

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The dangerous and the ferocious, The cold blooded and the vicious.. Are coming to towns and cities, To snatch your antiquities.. Seeds to chew, Left too few.. A drop of pure water, Is all they are after..

When Gold Crossed 30k/10g

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When Gold Crossed 30k/10g

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If a thinking mind, a beating heart, a lively soul, can’t make you feel rich. . .  How can you trust an inanimate piece of metal for that purpose !

What do you want?

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What do you want?

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The title is as simple as you could imagine. What do you want? ; A very simple question, with a very difficult answer. If you are a girl asking this to a guy and he takes a gentle pause, "umm" and says something like "love"... GO FOR HIM!! I quoted that example for no reason but to illustrate

Poor Father, Poor Son | Cremated Childhood, Poem

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Poor Father, Poor Son | Cremated Childhood, Poem

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In the dim lighted shack, Of straw, wood and rag.. Silence and silence prevailed, Ever since nothing changed.. For the fathers and the forefathers, Have never dreamt since they woke up... Their sons and grandsons, Are going to born choked up.. They will wish and see their wishes die, Their broken hopes will make them cry.. They will

What it takes to be happy ?

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What it takes to be happy ?

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Time and again a question arises what it takes to be happy? Well the answers are not that implied. May be we ask more questions than observing the answers that the God loves to present to us.We don't fall in love as profoundly he does. He is the creator and the destroyer. He loves with passion and kills

Rise Up

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Rise Up

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Sometimes you get to lead the way Sometimes you have to follow others Sometimes you walk along with others, Sometimes move with your friends, Sometimes you just have to walk alone... You have to be up to the mark you never know when where who you are...

Lust - Need or Greed | Poem

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Lust - Need or Greed | Poem

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He is again on his own, Walking the boulevard all alone.. The sky is dim, The street is lit.. Under the neon labels, It’s dark crawling down a bit.. All the souls burnt and hurt, Found a way to this road.. Not for an immortal tale, Rather for a night's bail..

Strive against time

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Strive against time

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Sun rises and sets.... We must strive to create something immune to  time...

Flourish in the Ruins | Tughlaqabad, Delhi

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Flourish in the Ruins | Tughlaqabad, Delhi

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Every stone in these vast ruins has been carved and laid by an artist once and for ever...  Men, well they come and go...  Each stone here has witnessed the rise and fall of several generations and it continues to  flourish in the ruins...

Goodbye - The Last Heartbeat, Poem

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Goodbye - The Last Heartbeat, Poem

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Long I have traveled on the thin line, The one between my death and your love.. And the world rotates in front of my eyes, As I rise above.. I have lost too much trying to figure things out, It was one and only you I can’t live without.. I try I fail I cry, I try giving up, I