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Showing posts with label Humanity. Show all posts
The Tragedy of an Indian Tragedy | A tale of two cities, Two Train Accidents
Before we begin our discussion, let us invest a moment to pray for those who were affected.
Those who lost their lives may their souls rest in peace.
Those who lost their near and dear ones may God bless them courage.
Those who got injured wish them a speedy recovery.
Those who suffer the trauma of watching it happen in front of their eyes, may God not show them another.
A tale of two cities is a novel by Charles Dickens, which your dad might have read had it been a part of his curriculum or had he been an avid reader. The novel set in London and Paris throws light on the plight of peasantry due to the French aristocracy, which eventually leads to a revolution to overthrow the aristocracy. But the country I am going to talk about is not France and the cities are not Paris and London. I am going to talk about India, and its two cities are Fatehpur and Rangiya.
Types of Women! -10 | Types of Men! - LOL They All Are Same | A Women's Day Special
I wish Happy International Women’s Day, to all lovely ladies. I take this opportunity to thank all the women in this world, who make my life worth living. And I would also thank those who make it miserable [: D]
I often wonder what a world without women would look like, without a mother’s food, without a girl’s killer smile, without a little baby screech. How would it be? The simplest answer would be – Colorless. Every guy would admit that no matter How irritating, crazy, stupid, emotional, (brake brake brake)girls might be, he can’t live without her.
We (I)love you all.. (See my facebook if you too :P )
As girls always say they are beautiful, caring, pretty, sensible, and men are all same… I try to agree to them!
“What’s your religion, Babu?” | Christianity/ Islam/ Hinduism/ Atheist/ Something beyond your vision
You must be really wondering from where I fumbled down to this word – Religion! I am as unprepared as you are. I ain’t gonna talk about the excerpts from the Holy Bible or the Holy Quraan, I guess that you know better than me . If you don’t I salute you because the article is all about you. Surprised! This is first time you’re being commended for not studying.. :D
Is there a Home For Donkeys like us?
Is there a
Home For Donkeys like us?
In a really pensive mood today!
I am Googling weird things... Searching for something that cheers me up!
And finally I am hit by a thought that how a teen's life resembles to a donkey... (Dare you recall my photos!!)
Or rather worse at times!!
The amount of work a teen is supposed to do is as difficult as carrying tons of load on your back. The load of expectations of family and friends, studies, the competition ahead, and career takes its toll on an adolescent’s mind. A numb mind, a tired soul, that wishes to just sit back a give itself a moment of peace not silence. Do we not deserve care, love, and appreciation or not going too far, at least we deserve to be heard?
A lot of instances come in life when you want to cry, but you don't get a shoulder to cry upon. Even if we cry, look to give things up, the world shows no mercy.
I look at a donkey carrying heavy load; he doesn't look alien to me. So I ended up Googling "Home for Helpless Donkeys". Like a vagabond, I wandered across a number of pages and learnt about something substantial.
And i found strikingly similar..... Home for Helpless donkeys!
Talking about donkeys, there are many of those, street donkeys, asses & mules in Leh that have been injured similar to what happens everyday around us. Many of them are old, disabled and no longer able to work so they are abandoned in the street, left on their fate. After an already hard so called 'life' , they are compulsed to feed on trash around them . We're also heading the same road. We are capable to do almost anything at youth but not quite at old. And that moment I don't think we would ever be cared. You can't prevent yourself from feeling for this animal and for yourself as well.
Here we can talk about a very unique idea of a Home. Unique for the way, Humans treat animals. "Home for Helpless Donkeys" is the answer to this big question. It was set up by South African photojournalist Joanne Lefson and run by caretaker Padma Dorje where these lovely cute donkeys receive medical care, food and a sanctuary away from Leh's vicious dogs. They are being given a life that they deserve probably more than us. Or not quite!
Isn't it amazing, eating, mating and playing with a warm space to sleep, Oops!! only for donkeys. I was pretty touched with the kind gesture some people have shown for this discarded breed of animals.
But I wonder why we confuse a donkey’s innocence for stupidity!
Wonder why we use his name as slang..
I feel pathetic for this misdemeanor and apologetic to this wonderful creature.
Next time you see a stray animal think about his misery, an d feed something … Let’s be human to animals..
There should be a place for me as well somewhere- after being called a donkey a million times by fellows, I certainly feel I stand a chance to get admission in the Home for Helpless donkeys! Hopefully there should be no entrance test there.
If there is one, I would rather be myself going there. I am sure they'll understand.
I ruined my own Name | Predicament of War (Poem, Video)
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Ye Kaisa Insan Hai!
Chal raha hun uss raah par jisme kaante hazaar hai,
bheegta hua us baarish me jisme sirf tezaab hai..
Tanha si rooh hai,
Chehre pe udaasi hai..
Aankho me angaare hai,
Zubaan khoon ki pyasi hai..
Na kuchh kehne ki arzoo hai,
Na kuchh sunne ki himmat..
Bade sahib ne kaha hai,
Ki sirf badte rehne ki hai zarurat..
Tez hawaa ko cheerta hua jism aage bad raha hai,
Singh sa dahaadta mukh chunauti de raha hai..
In dahakte zakhmo ko apne pasine se dho raha hu,
Apne lahu se aaj ye zameen seench raha hu..
Dard ki deewaro k bhitar khada ek insaan hai,
Har ghadi aag ugalte sine me ek dil naadaan hai..
Jo nafrat nhi janta jiske liye satya ahimsa bhagwan hai,
Ye yudh ki krurta ka anjaam hai,
Jo maarta h wo insan hai,
Jo marta h wo bhi insan hai..
Na udhaya kafan us Zaalim ne ye kehkr
Tu dushman desh ka jawaan hai....
Dekhkr khuda bhi karrha utha
"Ye kaisa insan hai!"
I ruined my own Name.
A wrecked body, devoid of soul,
Walking an abandoned road..
As I roar with my eyes,
To burn him in my fiery demise..
No wish to say,
No courage to hear..
Nothing to think,
No choice to fear..
No option to turn back,
Onslaught is the command..
Defeating the gales, the gravity,
Crossing the limits of insanity..
Lion seemingly mouth outcries,
Yelling the thunder of rival’s demise..
As sweat quenches searing gashes,
Blood satisfies earthly wretches..
Trapped within these walls of atrocity,
An innocent man stands for humanity..
Who doesn't know anger and hate,
Who wants peace to be his fate..
Humanity is what they mar,
This is the brutality of war..
The one kills is a human,
One who is killed is also a human..
It's something that kills me everyday. We waste so much on artillery, ammunition to protect our borders - Money, Time, Lives of several people in killing weathers and brutal Wars. But even after spending so much we still aren't safe. We still fear our neighbors. We are not sure when someone rages a war with nuclear and biological weapons of mass destruction. We are cowards. We can't extend a hand of friendship. If we loose our ego, we can stumble down to earth to a sacred place where both the losers can win big. In Pakistan, India, Iran, Afghanistan and the world over thousands of people starve to death, lack medical care, live in shambles and are deprived of education. We owe them something. They have a right, the right to live, to lead a life without fear. We can get nuclear weapons but not bread for the poor. Ridiculously funny!
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