Roomani Roohaniyat ka Ehsas (Hindi)

Aisa bhi koi

Gam nhi  zindagi mein

Jo muskurane ko

 Jaam lena pade

Labon ki teri

Fitrat nhi hai aisi

Jo kisi or ka

Naam lena pade

Bahon ko teri

Aadat hai is kadar

Aagosh mein  humdum k

Sama jane ko  tarse

Ye ehshas hai

Tere dil ka

Ek pyar hai

Mere dil mein

Ek baat jo hothon pe

Kabhi aai nhi

Ek baat jo nazrein

Kabhi samjha na sake

Ek roomaniyat..

Jo saanso mein

Hai samai hui

Ek ulfat ...

Jo teri dhadkane

Meri dhadkano ko

Roohani ...

mehsoos kara sake

~ Swati Kumari "swatz"

Nigahon ke darmiyan (Hindi)

 

Ek halchal si hai in nigaahon mein

Jheel se kahin jyada gehri hain

 utarne ki koshish na karna

Doob na jao kahin tum inmein

Subah ki dhoop si

Khilkhilati hui hasi hai

Athkheliya karti hui

Madhosh..ghayal na kar de tumhe

Aaj tumhare nazron k saamne

Ek haqiqat hai ye..

Thaam lo daaman iska

Bhar lo baahon mein

Kabhi kahin door .. darmiyan uske

chhor tumhe jaa na sake

Nigahon ko nigahon mein

Kaid agar kar sako tum uski

Fir kabhi koi shikayat na rahegi

Na ruswa hogi koi khushi tumse

~ Swati Kumari "swatz"

Understand the anger in the eyes..!! (English)

 First, I want to ask sorry for posting such post that will surely give negative image on my international readers about my country India.

Only people in India are not suffering this, the most number of rape cases happens in US* and so many other countries too.

So, taking example of India, I am asking questions to all human beings..

Do you have a answer??

“Baba ki rani hoon, aankhon ka paani hoon

Beh jaana hai jise do pal kahaani hoon

Amma ki bitiya hoon, aangan ki mitiya hoon

Tuk tuk nihaare jo pardesi chithiya hoon..”

Either it is any social network media, any news publications, TV channels or any other e-news or M- news media everywhere you will find the protests happening in different part of the country and in different ways, demanding the justice to the Delhi rape victim Damini.

All are raising their voice against the anti raping laws and safety for girls in India (especially in Delhi).

The anger inside the individuals can be seen clearly in their eyes.

After going through all the related articles, posters, videos and incidents happening around, so many questions are popping up into my mind searching for answers. But not getting that...!!

Is there any decrease in the number of rape cases (I am not discussing about the records with police) in India or Delhi??

In a week or two, again, there were cases, the victims were of age 42, and a girl aged 3 years who even do not know the meaning of rape.

In the last week of 2012’Dec, two cases got the place in the newspaper of Bangalore. One a 8-year-old girl and another around 17 years.

A schoolgirl in Delhi was raped on the new year eve.

As per a news channel, there were 16 cases in 48 hours in major cities of India.

There are numbers of cases that are not in any records.

·         The attitude and the behaviour of the (so called) society is right??

When the 8-year-old Muslim girl has been raped in Bangalore, the local community made the decision of getting her married to the rapist. Moreover, the girl’s father refused, the life of father is in danger now. Twice some people attacked him.  

She was not allowed to attend her school.

More than the rapist, the (cruel) society hurts the victim and kills her every second in different ways.

In the name of consoling, they will remind here every moment about the incident as if she had made a sin, wherever she goes.

They make life of victim until the time she is alive and the worst hell of her family after that.

·         What about the married women being raped ever night??

In the name of “It is right of a husband”, even family do not support the victim.

Why it is like the birth right of men to kill the daughters (in name of honour killing), killing and burning the daughters-in-laws and terrifying the wives throughout their married life.

 

Even now there are so many wives who are just meant to be a sex partner ( not even partner, she is being used as a toy), delivering children and working as a maid of the house. At least maid is getting paid and can express her feelings and anger. But these wives are not suppose to say a single word.

·         The laws maker and laws keeper will ensure the girls being safe??

What is the reason Girls or girls family do not prefer to file a complaint against any case happens like rape, molesting, or any crime with females?

There may be so many different reasons, and one of them is that people feels them self more unsafe from the laws keeper.

Few years back it happened in our incredible India that a rape victim went to the police station to file the complain and ask for the justice. She got the instant justice there. She was gang-raped again in the police station by all those police men.

·         Why all teachings to daughters not to the sons??

I have never seen a family telling their son that they should behave well with the girls and should protect them from any danger. The girl is either his sister or anyone else’s.

All the time family teaches the daughter of the house to be safe and take precautions.

There are so many other questions, but...

..There is no conclusion of all these discussion. Not being a girl, but being a HUMAN BEING, I am still looking for the answers for all the questions. Do our responsibilities end up with supporting the protests and making laws? Of course not,, and the crime too won’t stop here......!!

* http://www.fbi.gov/ucr/05cius/offenses/violent_crime/forcible_rape.html

  http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Country_most_amount_of_rape_cases

~ Swati Kumari "swatz"

The Path I Chose.. (English)

The path I chose...

to walk and to flow,

Among the several

the unbeaten ,uneven parallel

I was full of fire...

To fulfill all the dream

was only my desire.

I walked, I ran

..I fall,I stand.

After every journey

reached a milestone,

Sometime it was just a mirage

Many a time it was true.

I walked a long..

on the path I chose,

Not the easy going

Full of adventures

And full of blows.

I came so far...

from where I began,

Losing the spark, the desire

Hiding inside self with fear.

The destination..

to reach where I want

..is still bit far,

I had just stopped

Not able to even crawl.

Walking alone..

I am going through,

Remembering the trail

I had crossed,

Some smiling face there

Cheering me up,

Igniting the spark

..to  carry out

the journey I had start.

For a moment I was exhaust

Forgot that” what I was?”

But I am happy to chose the path.

O God ! thanks a lot

Like a shade to me

Always you are there.

The path may  not be the best

But I promise to madke it out of rest.!!!

To tell them:

“you may not succeed in all

But the success will be all yours”

~ Swati Kumari "swatz"

Some beautiful memories with my Bro (english)

Almost after three years, I came to this world, on 18^th Nov, someone entered my life.

A fair and chubby, with round black eyes, a small baby with so tiny hands and tiny feet.  Wow...so cute..!! Grandma told me that my mom got the gift for me...a companion, my bro to play with me.

I was so happy, as till the time I was the only child at home...now someone younger to me is there.

After a week, he came from the hospital. He was my new toy. Loved to play with the tiny fingers, to touch the little nose gives me so much pleasure. He use to be on bed all the time, staring at fan, lights in the room, or anything hanging at a distance. Whenever he feels hunger, start screaming (as my mom and others told the reason of his frequent crying).
 

And some time (don’t know the exact reason) he smiles, even while he was in deep sleep. I was in love with the smile...his giggling...his different expressions.

I still remember, when he was just few months old, whenever a plane crosses our area, and he was in sleep...I use to become his cover...so that he should not get fear of the sound being alone......

When he joined school, everyday in the lunch time, he comes to me...we use to have lunch together and then we play with my friends. Even if mom gives him separate lunch box, he use to finish it off and come to have from mine.....

Still remember walking on the road and in lanes...holding each other’s hand.

But I never liked studying with him. Every time we do a deal, that we won’t talk while studying...that idiot fellow, for sure, will ask a question, and with my reply...the series of his questions was always ready. And after some hours we realize that we had studied nothing ;)

WE were like the rulers of northern pole and southern pole.  It was our favourite work to steal and eat all the snacks. And he makes me to open the packets all the time, and himself finish everythng. And when any one ask for that, innocently he use to point to me that I only opened...grrrrr....and as he was the youngest...you can imagine who was one to get the scolding.

Rather than staring him, couldn’t do anything at that time. But when get chance, can’t spare him ever. I used to abuse him like hell. As he tease me a lot. He is too good in irritating me.

Along with all the irritating things he do to me...he helping too (but always take something in return. So we make a deal to do each other’s work which we don’t like to do.
As I always iron his clothes and he use to take care of my shoes.

While coming back from school, he rides cycle so fast. So many times I had seen that. One day I told mom about that in front of him only. He came in full defensive mood, without delay of even a single second he said, "and ask her who race with the trucks on the road” with his evil smile. As he was right that even I ride in too much speed, I was quiet. “But he is too young to ride so fast..”  I too got something to say. I loved to be the eldest at home in my generation.

 Now I miss roaming sitting behind my bro cycle. We use to go for ride so many times together.

Till the time I was with my bro, I never realized how much I love him. Once I left home, I felt and realized the thing.

There are lots of such memories which bring smile on face.

It’s almost gonna five and half year, we are not together. But I miss those cherishing days a lot. Being with him. Wanna live those moments again, but I know that we can’t bring the time back again.

(The first two paragraphs are based on what my mom and grandma told to me, as I was too small to remember all those moments...!)

~ Swati Kumari "swatz"