New Year
17:09 - Posted by Rebellious Submission - 2 comments















Time flies, as they say. Another year nears its dawn. 2012, will never be able to forget this one, even if I wish to. I am not a believer in New Year, new hopes, new beginning and all that blah blah blah kind of stuff, nor do I believe in resolutions.

2012 has made me a stronger and a better person and all I can wish for the coming year is to improve as a person and try and spread happiness around. I know problems, troubles and pains are an inevitable part of each one of our lives, but how we face them and come out of them as a better person is all what matters.
I wish everyone to be blessed with love, happiness, strength, dreams, will, self confidence and fun. 'The world believes in people who believe in themselves.'

Wishing everyone a blessed New Year. Be strong, stay happy and yes, never forget me J

 Sharing a beautiful poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson, hope you all enjoy and love it just as I do:

 Ring Out, Wild Bells

 Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
   The flying cloud, the frosty light;
   The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
   Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
   The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
   For those that here we see no more,
   Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
   And ancient forms of party strife;
   Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
   The faithless coldness of the times;
   Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
   The civic slander and the spite;
   Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
   Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
   Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
   The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
   Ring out the darkenss of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.





I Need You
18:54 - Posted by Rebellious Submission - 3 comments













I need you with me;
To fill the void I have been feeling in my heart for years,
To end the loneliness that I feel day in and day out,
To get back the lost smile on my face.

I need you with me;
To comfort my soul with your touch,
And
To walk the unknown territories of this endless universe.

I need you with me;
To have a reason to breathe
And
To fall in love each day with your smile. 


Another Slap on the Country’s Face
15:55 - Posted by Rebellious Submission - 3 comments



I am falling short of words to write about what happened in Delhi recently. A 23 year old girl being brutally raped by 6 psychos (I wanted to use all the slangs and abusive words available in the language) and her male friend being beaten up badly in a moving bus. It shattered me from inside when I read that news. More disturbing was the fact that people didn't even care to attend to them and they were lying for one hour on the road, this is the extent of insensitivity we have developed. And to add insult to injury, the ones who have committed the act are not even ashamed of what they have done.

I don’t want to say what could have been done and what should be the future course of action (I leave it all for the politicians and the media and the Bollywood and other attention seeking institutions, because they are good at that and it is their job).  Being a girl is becoming difficult with each passing day in this country. All this protest will die in a few days and people will again be back to their normal lives and will wake up again when any such act takes place in future. That is what we have become accustomed to, living with eyes shut. We discuss, we give verdicts, and it all dies out. This is the one that has come to light and there are 1000 others that are not even noticed.

This is an act of the lowest degree. Being a girl I can understand what the millions like me have to go through every day. When I go out, I know I will be stared at; will be touched intentionally in a crowded bus or place and yes, even temples. That is what girls in India are used to, as this is a part and parcel of our daily lives and “side effect” of being a girl.

I know the orthodox ones will come out with the logics like; rapes happen due to the provoking clothes of girls or may be girls should not go out after 8 or 9 pm. Oh yes, and the Khaap Panchayat logic, that rapes happen due to the increasing intake of Chinese food (then I guess, China should have been a country of rapists).

Do we really expect our politicians to do something big about it and pass a strict law? I am afraid. I saw a pic in the newspaper this morning of Mr. Rajeev Shukla smiling when all this was being discussed in the Parliament. If Lalu can shout at the top of his voice against corruption even after being a prime accused in the fodder scam, when A Raja and others can be out of jail after serving a few months imprisonment, when Kalmadi can dream of again being in power even after the CWG debacle, shaming the country on a world platform, I don’t have much to expect from the people in power.

All I can do is just pray for the girl and his friend and for many others like them who bear such acts silently. The physical injuries can be healed, but not the mental ones. And hoping against the hope I wish our judiciary system and the Government open their eyes and do something to make this country safer for girls and women. Talking and discussing will not take us anywhere, but acting surely will. 


Silence
20:32 - Posted by Rebellious Submission - 1 comments






The silence
Hidden behind the flowing words
The emptiness
Dancing behind the happy eyes
The soul crushed inside the moving body
And
The pain
Trying to free itself from every piece of the broken heart.



01:57 - Posted by Rebellious Submission - 5 comments



The silence of the night

The loneliness of the heart

The restlessness of the mind

The void of some or the other kind

Are all things life has endlessly and unceasingly endowed with

Is it true that some people are born to suffer? I feel it is. After toiling all through their lives, all they get is nothing. The more pain they take, the more life gives them. And it is just a lame thing to say that God gives trouble only to people He feels can bear them, problems only make you stronger and all these kinds of psychologically satisfying words. I read this somewhere-”People cry not because they are weak, it’s because they have been strong for too long.”

Hoping against the hope for things to fall in place. 


Instead
15:55 - Posted by Rebellious Submission - 3 comments

This is again one of my favorite pieces. I don't know by whom it is, but I have loved reading it always and now I know well what these words mean..






 When I'll be dead, your tears may flow,
But I won't know,
Cry for me now, Instead!!

 When I'll be dead, you will send me flowers,
But I won't see,
Send them now, Instead!!

 When I'll be dead, you will say words of praise,
But I won't hear
Praise me now, Instead!!

 When I'll be dead, you will forgive my faults,
But I won't know
Forget them now, Instead!!

 When I'll be dead, you will miss me then
But I won't feel
So, miss me now, Instead!!

 When I'll be dead, you would wish then
you could have spent more time with me,
Spent it with me now, Instead!!

Why can't we love the living, instead of crying for the dead. While alive, we are always finding faults with others, blaming them, cursing them, be selfish, hardly saying any good words. We should learn to praise someone, tell people what they mean to us, tell them how special they are, what place they have in our lives, how grateful we are to them that they are a part of our lives. Life's strange and cruel, you never know you will keep all this in your heart and might never get a chance to say it. So, say it, show it and do it today itself, because tomorrow never comes.


Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
22:22 - Posted by Rebellious Submission - 1 comments

I have always loved reading the quotes by Maya Angelou. A friend of mine today shared this poem of hers with me and I loved it a lot. As I had nothing else to share of my own ( brain dead still ), I thought of sharing this one.


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Men themselves have wondered
Phenomenally.
Now you understand


Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.