No New Year Resolutions

A new year is approaching which will comprise 365 days, the days about which I don’t wish to think in anyway. Being a person with an imaginative mind makes life filled with disappointments as you always imagine great things to happen but eventually land into bitter reality leaving you disappointed.

So my resolution of 2014 would be no resolutions from now on, No further troubling my imaginative mind by structuring fairy tale scenes which never tends to turn in reality.

I plan to give my imaginative mind some rest at least for few initial months of the year. Oh no! I can’t do that as I've my finals in April. Shit! Why does it happen to me every time? My tiny imaginative mind can’t even expect any vacation. See! That’s how life is, full of troublesome. That’s why I say “always expect the unexpected”. But how many of us follow this inspirational quote in our life? Not many of us which includes me too.

So I would welcome 2014 with a blank notebook of 365 pages. With each passing day a page of that notebook will get filled by itself. All I expect is love from my loved ones, outings with my friends and visits of my close relatives as it gives me strength and my imaginative mind positive thoughts.

PR Internship Experience

Eventually done with my Internship period *Sigh*

For this opportunity, I thank:

Mr. Paramjit Singh Sahai, who is the Managing Director of the company and my job mentor. He had the kindness to accept me in his company and guide me throughout my internship with advice, feedbacks and suggestions, despite his busy schedule.

I also appreciate the cooperative nature of all the employees of the company and thank them for all the jovial moments I shared with them.

Though it was for mere a month, it taught me crucial lessons of corporate life. I was always pushed to perform better and the fruitful result is evident. I feel more confident, outward and what Aakanksha says "ladki assertive hogayi hai".

On the first day of internship I met Aakanksha Rawat, former PR executive of EPA Infrastructure and we developed an instant bond. We knew that we have to work together as a team so we maintained mutual understanding and respect for each other's ideas and suggestions. 

I'm thankful to EPA for a friend like Aakanksha. At the first sight I never thought we would hook up so well because two young beautiful girls working together blissfully? You don't see that often.

Also, I got the opportunities to implement my ideas for branding and promotion of the company which was a bit stressful phase but nevertheless thrilling. 

I hope this practical experience with theoretical learning helps me to be an exceptional PR professional.     

Hopelessness

Behind her glittering eyes lies the sorrow.

Behind her piercing laugh lies the bawl.

Behind her silence lies the agony.

She tries hard to articulate,

She tries hard to surmount,

She tries hard to be sturdy,

But her life is desolate.

But her life is detrimental.

But her life is hollow.

Dilemma of the Soul

The rays of hope are declining, they are vanishing under the darkness of reality, the reality which is bitterest. I can see nothing, I’m aloof, I’m terrified, I’m panicking, I’m lost. I’m screaming from inside just to pretend calm on face. I feel betrayed but by whom? From the Almighty? What is his role to play in my grief? Did he plan to slaughter me in petty pieces so that no one could recognize my existence? Why was I blind to see that I’m moving into a trap webbed by him? Now I’m tangled. More I push to unleash myself from this trap, it repels me harder. Have I lost it forever? Is this the end? Was I put on earth for mere a show time? If yes, then I’m glad that there wouldn’t be any scorching heat making me sweat a river or trembling winter turning me into a snowman. If no, then I’ll play a completely different person, I’ll play an extremist.

I’ll fight from the world. I’ll fight from the creator. I probably lose this battle but I’ll fight till I’m alive. I’ll make my presence prominent in this world. I wouldn’t stay under the shadow of omission hence. Let this world witness the emergence of a strongest soul who wouldn’t fall on the knees to keep the world pleased. She’ll play arrogant and ruthless because it’s time to turn the favours back. I wouldn’t play fairly because this world never did. I’ll trap them in the web they trapped me in. I’ll make them purview the petrifying side of me. I wouldn’t spare them so easily as now it’s time for the world to taste its own medicine.

Can I be so cruel? Can I act so devilish? Can I be so selfish? Will it be easy for me to play a culprit rather than a victim? Will I be able to murder the human in me? Is it possible to accomplish the task I’ve planned? Is this the only way out?

NO! I can’t do this. May be I’m feeble or maybe I’m too sturdy? Whatever it is, but after pouring out my feelings I feel lightened. I guess this is the finest and most effective way to battle the devil in you. It’s not an easy job to always opt for the righteous path but one need to remember that only thorny roads lead to the destination of accomplishment, which could be in the form of inner peace and satisfaction from life and these are the only things which we require to be euphoric.

There is a lot

There is a lot to love you

There is a lot to hate me

There is a lot to torment you

There is a lot to euphoric  me.

There is a lot to cherish in you

There is a lot to condemn in me

There is a lot to forgive in you

There is a lot to rebuke in me.

There is a lot I need to avoid

There is a lot you need to consider

There is a lot I need to halt

There is a lot you need to commence.

There is a lot  I wish to tell

There is a lot you wish to hear

There is a lot I wish you to look out

There is a lot You wish me to overlook.

The Prolonged Path to Justice

It’s been more than 5 months to the brutal bus gang rape but nothing vital has come out from the legislation and judiciary of the second most populated country of the world. Since the bus gang rape all you hear on news channels and read in newspapers is RAPE. The women of the country have become the most vulnerable creature. They are perpetually stared, eve-teased, sexually and verbally abused and last but not the least raped every other second in the country where Goddesses like Saraswati, Lakshmi and Durga are worshiped. The most recent rape case which traumatized the country was of a Girl toddler of 5 years. This devilish act was done by the neighbor of the child who for constant three days raped her. The most dreadful fact was unveiled by the father of the victim. He told to media that a bribe of two thousand rupees was offered to him by the police officials who were forcing him to not register an FIR of an unpardonable offense.

In other instance we see one of the culprits of the bus gang rape asked for more fruits and milk as he was preparing for a recruitment exam. He was the same guy who was most barbaric to the victim of the rape. And to that what our jurisdiction did? Supplied him with what he demanded, because in India we believe in reform. I agree reform is the best way to bring out the most desirable change in the society but don’t you think there should be a division in the category of the criminals? I believe. Not every criminal deserves reform many needs punishment, some deserves life imprisonment and at least few deserve to be hanged till death. At least in such atrocious rape cases we expect capital punishment for the culprits and that to in fast track court, unlike other cases under the judiciary where the offender gets the punishment of life imprisonment after he loses his life naturally.

Since tots we are hearing about the delay in justice in India but at the same time we are assured of the delivery of justice sooner or later. To my disappointment in 80% of cases justice is delivered neither sooner nor later. Then the question arises whom to blame for this lack of justice? The moment we ask this question The Blame Game starts. No one consent their flaws and start targeting some other person, group or Political party. Even Electronic Media makes the most of this Blame Game by giving the opportunity to the members of the political parties to put forward their arbitrary arguments on their news channel.

Being a woman has become a battle which seems to be everlasting. I fight every single day for my self-respect from those eve-teasers, stalkers and those men who consider women of inferior species and treat them as mere objects. I as a responsible and anxious citizen of the country wait only for the ever delayed justice to liberate and for the day when I could drive myself home late at night without any terror of being just another victim.

Meri Kahani Meri Zubani- Autobiography of my mobile

 

Ladies and Gentlemen let me introduce myself, I’m Xperia X8.I was born to Sony Ericsson family in 2010.I’m white and have millions of siblings who are white and black in colour. I was adopted from shoppers stop mall, Lucknow somewhere in summer of 2011(I apologize I don’t remember the exact date as I have STML issue) by a very generous man. He paid INR 13,500 for me and bought me to his beautiful home. When he first switched me on he got really aroused by my features and why not? I come with three different changeable back covers, I have 3 inch capacitive touch screen and I’m not heavy in weight like my ancestors I’m only of 104.0 grams. I have 3.2 MP camera with the resolution of 320x480 pixels and last but not the least I’m android 2.1.

Keeping my virtues aside, I must tell you that the man who bought me, made me feel really precious. He moved his soft and smooth fingers all over my body to check me out.  It became a really awkward situation for me being touched by a guy and for a while I thought I’m at the urge of a gay relationship but that all ended in few minutes and I was packed in a gift wrapper with few puffs of Montblanc  perfume over my box. For few days I hibernated in my box and then I sensed I’m on a journey. I had no clue what the destiny has to unfold so I chose to keep lying in my box with optimism.

4^th June 2011, the day which changed my life. A girl with pretty chubby face switched me on. She had a giant smile on her face with twinkling eyes. Her fingers were soft like never before and I took a moment to thank the Almighty for being so kind to me. It was love at first sight and in that one moment I had decided to grow old with her. She checked all my features and got a little disappointed with my 3.2MP camera, I don’t know why all the girls want a mobile with a camera not less than 5 MP, if all they want is a good camera why don’t they just buy a digital camera ? It had hurt me terribly and I almost got shattered but soon I consoled myself and tried to keep myself optimistic. 

Then she showed me off to one of her friends. I love that girl! She appreciated me more than what I anticipated. She tried her best to make my love realize that I’m worth and my love didn’t take much time to accept me from the bottom of her heart. She often made me wear pink back cover in which I looked more like a bisexual but I never complained because it has its own advantages, prime one is girls go crazy over pink colour, in the consequence of which, in no time I became the center of their attraction.

For initial few months she didn’t utilize me often. I was taken out only on special occasions which used to make me feel proud of myself that I’m worth of only swanky occasions but that was a story of mere few months. Following that the tragedy of my life began. My love for her faded with time and at this instant we are foe of each other. I can’t stand her complaints and her daily nag regarding my features and above that at least thrice a week she dumps me. Sometimes I wonder was I blind that I fell for her. But then the fact lies that I can’t blame a single girl, as the entire female community sail in the same boat. They love their things only if others think that it’s good and if they don’t get valuable comments about their beloved thing it gets futile for them.

As now I’m living last few days of my life I would recommend all my siblings out there in the world never fall for a girl, she is not worth. She’ll love you little exploit you more. She’ll not think twice before taking you to the washroom (where I have fainted several times due to an odd aroma), neither before keeping you in her jeans pocket in those days of the month. She’ll make the most of you by showing you off to her friends, by facebooking, by checking her mails on gmail and yahoo mail, by playing angry birds in a public place again just to show off and after that she’ll replace you. 

Yes I’m also in the queue to be replaced as sources tell that I don’t work properly, hang most of the time and I run gradually. But you tell me, is it my fault? If I were treated as I deserve, my life would have been much more but just because I was used by sloppy hands, in this juvenile age I’m laying on my death bed.