Human Beings Are Responsible For Rapes

Human Beings Are Responsible For Rapes

Partial Transcript of DicVijay's appearance on 'We the Tweeple'

Reporter: Let's move on to another burning issue of rapes. We the Tweeple seek your ingenious opinion on this sensitive topic.

DV: Let me begin by saying, 'Rape is a state of mind...

Reporter(vehement interruption): What do you mean Sir, how can you justify a crass statement like that?

DV: Madam, madam, hold on! You are such a weathered seasoned reporter who has survived war zones and radiations, just keep your cool and let me complete. Politically inclined are those who say girls alone are responsible for rapes. I say,  'Human Beings are responsible for rapes' and you should quote me on this. Rape is a collective responsibility and it has been specialization of my PhD thesis on collective responsibility sponsored by PMO.

(The reporter is about to react again but is cut short just in time by DV's hand signal to calm down)

Its in the human body, we all are hard-boned for it. All other animals need to use all four limbs to balance themselves, but human beings need only two, or as our party for common man says, public vehicle #11. That frees the highly capable hands to follow the directions of highly corrupted evolved High Command, the brain. It is these hands that  made the planes and the ships. It is these hands that made Salsa and Ballet possible. It is this body structure that made the most gravity friendly yoga position - lying down, possible. So it was just a matter of time before this flaw in human body structure was put to a coercive use, which is hyped by media as rape.

Reporter: You beat the media in logic! Still, 'We the Tweeple' think that a clause should be added to our juvenile justice laws which states that  if a juvenile commits a crime purely adult in nature, he should be tried as an adult only. Won't you agree with this, at least?

DV: Lady, on the contrary I would say that the recent verdict must serve as a shining example to restore public faith in the Indian Judicial System; unaffected by the biggest ever media trial, the judiciary went by the rulebook, even though it was almost gnawed away by poly-tickal rodents. But in my doctored opinion, we should not be talking about absolute crime and justice in the context of rape. It is a natural human behavior like farting, which can not be termed criminal unless committed publicly.

Reporter: So according to you, Besaram Paapu is not guilty and should be immediately released?

DV: No, he should be hanged for pointing a finger towards our almighty Shooniya,who which is nothing, yet everything. 

Reporter: On a related topic, it is rumored that your name was changed from DigVinay to DicVijay while you were holidaying in New Zealand.

DV: It's not a rumor, it's a fact that my Uncle arranged for my name change to get my d*** ass out of a human behavioral mess, anyways the current name suits my image better.

Reporter: You

DV: I am sure you are unable to follow the theory formulated from the fathoms from my nano brain and before you start arguing over the nano reference and forget the topic of this interview, let me clarify, it means Tata Nano sized brain. So, to put you at ease with my theory, let me take you through a live demo...

(The camera gets hastily switched off )

Note: This content of this piece is below my standards of dignity in thoughts and writing, but can't help my anguish on the state of things around me this time :-(

Bhare Chalo, Bhare Chalo

Sneak Peek: A entry from the diary of an infamous member of the 

UP poly-tickal species.

Bhare chalo, bhare chalo 

(Baar baar haan, kardo waar haan

Apni jeet ho, uski haar haan) - 2

Koi humse chheen na paave 

Bhare chalo, bhare chalo 

Mit jaave jo rukwaave, bhare chalo 

Bhale roz nilamban jaave
Bhare chalo, bhare chalo 

Koi durga-m rodh na ban pawe, bhare chalo 

Toot gayi jo ungli utthi 

Reti mili to bhar gayi mutthi 

Gaddi ladti hi jaawe
Bhare chalo, bhare chalo

Koi humko kya hudkaave, bhare chalo 

Koi humse jeet na paave 

Bhare chalo, bhare chalo
Cut jaave jo takraave, Bhare chalo 

(Baar baar haan, kardo waar haan
Apni jeet ho, uski haar haan) - 2 

भरे चलो, भरे चलो    

(बार बार हाँ, करदो वार हाँ,

अपनी जीत हो, उसकी हार हाँ) - 2 

कोई हमसे छीन न पावे,

भरे चलो, भरे चलो,

मिट जावे जो रुकवावे, भरे चलो, 

भले रोज़ निलंबन जावे,  

भरे चलो, भरे चलो,
कोई दुर्ग-म रोध न बन पावे, भरे चलो, 

टूट गयी जो ऊँगली उट्ठी,
रेती मिली तो भर गयी मुट्ठी,
गड्डी लदति ही जावे,
भरे चलो, भरे चलो, 

कोई हमको क्या हड्कावे, भरे चलो,
कोई हमसे जीत न पावे
भरे चलो, भरे चलो,
कट जावे जो टकरावे, भरे चलो,

(बार बार हाँ, करदो वार हाँ,

अपनी जीत हो, उसकी हार हाँ) - 2  

Ab Tumhare Hawale Gaban Sathiyon

Sneak Peek: An unusually eventful day's entry in the diary of a
patriotic (towards power), poetic (plagiarist), 
leader (scamster) devoted 2 technoloG

Ab Tumhare Hawale Gaban Sathiyon

Kar chale hum fida KHAAN-O-DHANN sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale GABAN sathiyon,
Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon.

Inquiry badhti gayi, raid padti gayi,
Phir bhi public ko kuch bhi na dikhne diya,
Kat gaye sir humare to kuch gham nahi,
Sir Madam ka humne na jhukne diya,
Marte marte raha kaak pan sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,

Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon.

Scam karne ke mausam bahut hain magar,
Pakde jaane ki rut roz aati nahin,
Nayay aur rule dono ko ruswa kare,
Woh adaalat jo humko bachati nahi,
Aaj jailen bani hain dulhan saythiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,

Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon.

Raah her-feriyon ki na viraan ho,
Tum karte hi jaane naye ghotale,
Nayi kursi ke wasl iske baad ho,
Bediyon mei bandhe hai insaan bhale,
Hanste hanste gawaara daman sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,

Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon.

Gayab karte chalo filen tum sabhi,
Asliyat jaan paye na shaitaan koi,
Tod do haath gar haath uthne lage,
Choone paye na RITA ka daman koi,
Dost bhi tum, tumhi dushmann sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,

Munsif bhi tum, tumhi mujrim saathiyon,
Khinch lo sabke munh se jabaan saathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,

Kar chale hum fida khaan-o-dhann sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon,
Ab tumhare hawale gaban sathiyon. 

Toote Taare

टूटे तारे

बच्चे मन के  सच्चे सारे जग की आँख के तारे,
ये वो नन्हे फूल हैं, जो भगवान् को लगते प्यारे...

छोटे बच्चे और बच्चियां,
नन्हे फूल, नन्ही कलियाँ,
उड़ते जुगनू औ तितलियाँ,
मारे ख़ुशी से किलकारियां।

शरारत भरे इनके नज़ारे,
नटखट नादाँ इनके  इशारे,
मासूमी के पुतले सारे,
धरती पर फिरते सितारे।

आये बाग़ में दुष्ट शिकारी,
ज़ुल्मी थे जो बड़े ही भारी,
कलियाँ तोड़ी ढेर सारी,
फूल खा गए अत्याचारी।

तितली हुयीं घायल,
जुगनू हुए पागल,
तारक हुए ओझल,
धरा रक्तिम धूमल।

उजड गया चमन,
धुंधला गया गगन, 
लुट गया बचपन,
मिट गया बचपन।

ये वो नन्हे फूल थे, जो भगवान् को हो गए प्यारे,
ये वो  जगमग जुगनू थे, जो बुझ गए जैसे टूटे तारे।  

Hum Bhi Agar Blackbuck Hote

After acquittal in homicide case and conviction in black buck shooting case, a Mumbai pavement dweller's wandering soul was overheard singing...

Talaash - My Version of the Story

Talaash - My Version of the Story

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After Delhi Tragedy, I have found a new respect for this movie, especially for the line 'ek ladki ke gayab ho jane se kise fark padta hai, waise bhi, jo hai hi nahin, wo gayab kaise ho sakta hai'.

Afterall, girls are considered non-existent in our society.

I am waiting for 'Nirbhaya' to return as Kareena does in this movie.

Z for Zebra Crossings

Z for ...

Zebra Crossings

The vehicle of a person's life,

Runs carelessly on highway of fun,

Till the worldly zebra crossings,

Force it push hard on brakes.

The zebra crossing of high school,

Then of job, followed by marriage,

Well that has a huge signal also,

Then of kids and finally of age.

Y for Yardstick

Y for ...

Yardstick

What I find acceptable
You may find that wrong,
Your one perfect circle,
Might look to me oblong.

People are many,
Thoughts don't mingle,
Why is it, even then many,
Measure all by yardstick single?

A to Z April

A to Z April

I was a first timer on this incredibly challenging, fun and learning challenge. Throughout April, I kept on thinking about the topic and the post and as soon as a picture was framed in my mind, I felt extremely kicked and could not wait to write it down. Keeping the theme for the challenge in sync with my blog theme, that is, Everyday Inspirations and deciding to write in verse, yes, I do think those lines were more verse, less prose :-) proved much more difficult than I could fathom initially. A lot of times, I did feel like quitting. Then what kept me going?

• Heart-felt comments by fellow bloggers. Thank you for stopping by and leaving behind your treasured footprints :-)
• Amazing posts that I got to read. It was a wonderful and delightful experience to see the creativity and imbibe the lovely thoughts coming from many a beautiful minds :-)
• The incredible efforts being put in by the organizers in running this challenge.

Confessions

• I was lagging many times by a day or so and was horrible during the last week. And my consolation to myself was, if posts can be written in advance and scheduled, then they can be composed a little later also, that's cheating I know, but that's how I thought.
• I could not visit enough blogs throughtout the challenge and plan to compensate during this month. Thanks to organizers for keeping the linky list active for a longer time.
• I surprised myself as I had never ever imagined that I would be able to churn out 26 poems in such a short timeframe and that too in English as I feel more comfortable writing poems in Hindi.
• At the moment I am not sure if I would be participating next year because I would neither want to lag or leave midway nor would I be able to write in advance and wait to post as I am too impatient for that.

Parting Thoughts

I am glad I signed up, participating in this challenge has been a very fulfilling experience for me. A big thank you to each and every one associated with the challenge.

X for X-Factor

X for ...



Image created by David Castillo Dominici
Image taken from http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/



X-Factor

Tears were flowing, emotions choked,

At the funeral service of the young man.

For the young bride, all seemed concerned,

Till someone observed, 'What a fate for the beauty'.

'Such tragedies should not touch beautiful people',

All agreed at once in a collective sigh as if

The 'un-beautiful' are born to suffer without sympathy

And the X-Factor of beauty is a ticket to life of privilege.



W for White and Black

W for ...

Images Source : Wikipedia

Colors, Black And White


Colors make a rainbow,
A beautiful sight
Colors make a peacock,
A bird of delight.

Squares black and white,
Give chessboard power role.
Keys black and white,
Are guide to piano's soul.

Colors are to impart,
A visual appeal,
White and black give,
The creative feel.

V for Vines and Tree

V for ...

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Vines and Tree

Once upon a time there was a tree,

Quite happy, healthy, standing free.

Then sprouted a vine to embrace it,

They looked good together by every bit.

With time the embrace grew tighter,

The tree looked like a captured fighter.

As more vines grew, the tree grew old,

Sapped of juice, robbed of life, untold.

Yet the world adored flowers and scent,

Of the vines climbing, smiling without repent.

Why not, when the tree is the mother,

Vines are family, society, who don't bother.

U for Umbrella

U for ...

Image Source Wikipedia

Umbrella

The umbrella shielded him from the sun,

But of what use was it in winter chills,none.

Though for him, it took beatings from the lashing rain,

Yet to carry it all along was a little pain.

She cared for him, cooked him nice food,

If she asked questions, he did'nt find it good.

Though she gave up her life for his sake,

Her advices, he found, not so easy to take.

One day he lost umbrella and she was gone too.
Scale of loss was felt deeply in an instant or two,

On exposure to this evil world and wicked weather.

Umbrella could be bought again, what about the mother?

T for Train Journey

T for ...

Train Journey

Anxious about her fate and choice,
With teary eyes and a broken voice,
With lots of wishes and some money,
She started on the long train journey.

Travelling through the racing backdrops,
Of fields, forests, towns, rivers, hilltops,
Like the scenes outside, her feelings inside,
Kept ebbing, surging as her tears dried.

With clear eyes she saw her co-travelers,
Who looked good, not bad bad anglers, 
Some of whom in the same state of mind,
And they all smiled, leaving tears behind.

And so started the real train journey,
With eager strangers for company,
Sharing juicy nuggets of their lives,
Like jokes from treasured archives.

There were people she met daily,
What she knew of them was scaly,
Hard to see through and external,
As if a facade, impermeable, formal.

In the train it was different to say,
Sharing space for an entire day,
To see them talk, sleep, eat, emote
So close by was hard not to note.

So she knew the travelers better,
Parting advices failed to hold her,
As she bonded with those people,
She sensed new excitements ripple.

Like the fast train that had her shifted,
Far and wide her thoughts had drifted,
De-boarding was not end of a journey,
But an FB status update, a new journey.

S for Silence

S for ...

Silence

Silence the most powerful expression,

It shows both approval and objection,

It may mean admiration or admonition,

It stands for consensus and dissension.

It cares, it hurts, it may even frustrate,

Into victory or loss, it may translate,

It may kill an argument or fuel a debate,

It may pump up ego or make it evaporate.

It is gust that blows away emotional pages

It is understood by cultures and languages,

Across nations by people of various ages,

Even before they learn to use their verbiages.

Speech is the gift, that makes us unique,

To chose not to use it is a power technique

On fabric of speech, silence is an applique,

Adorned beautifully to add to its mystique.

 

R for Roomie

R for ...

Photo Source Wikipedia

Roomie

Twelfth birthday came knocking at my door,
Brought me the teen years and a lot lot more,
In the form of my first real friend, a dear friend,
Who took me out of the simple land of books,
And made me worldly wise to traverse the maze,
Built of confusions and temptations of teenage.

I was a river tumbling down through the hills,
In the mood of destruction, always in spate,
You were the dam who held me down,
Changed my course and tapped my potential,
To nurture my thoughts with the restrained waters,
And brighten my soul with the generated power.

You were my audience, you were the critic,
Who complimented sincerely and censured honestly,
You were my microscope, you were the telescope,
To show me the perspectives beyond my limited sight,
You were my lighthouse, you were the ship,
To take me safely on the voyage of exciting discoveries.

Thanks to your tastes, I learnt to enjoy little luxuries,
Of music, poems, flowers, rains, swings, crushes, beaches,
Your conviction gave strong wings to my lofty dreams,
And when I woke up, two years were gone, we had to part,
But by then you, who showed me how a friend should be,
Were my roomie, sharing space forever in the room of my heart.

Q for Queues, Unusual Queue

Q for ...

Photo taken from Wikipedia and slightly altered.
The licensing terms remains same as for the original image on Wikipedia.

Queues, Unusual Queues

It takes people longer to shop,

Bill counter is the one last stop,

How can a queue form over there,

As customer why wait to pay,

Bet the system is wrong there.

We queue up to cast our vote,

To make the leader of a sugarcoat,

Why can't we just sit back at home,

And send the vote on mobile phone,

It's 'who cares for public' syndrome.

P for Pink Pastries

P for ...

Image taken from Wikipedia and altered

Pink Pastries

The trays filled with pink pastries,

And many more tempting savories,

Locked inside the lovely glass case,

Brought smile and tears to her face.

'How can I get the pink pastries

At least, if not other savories',

She was thinking day and night,

Yet a plan remained out of sight.

A treat not even seen as leftover,

Always made her heart sink lower,

Yet her craving was never killed,

  It only left her upset and thrilled.

Thus she grew up in want and dreams,

Held together by painful seams,

Where pink pastries became a symbol,

Of all that made her feel terrible.

O for Optical Illusion

O for ...

Image Source Wikipedia

Optical Illusion

On bended knee I proposed to her,
She smiled, then burst into laughter,
The jaundiced eye of my tired brain,
Took that for an approval in vain.

Someone cleared my optical illusion,
That laugh meant mockery, not affusion
Of a new relationship as I had seen it.

To avoid illusions, optical, audio, I admit,
Going fancy, proposing with a ring,
As they do in the films, is the best thing.

N for Namesake

N for ...
 












Namesake

Why was I named after a person famed,
For lacking virtues, why am I blamed?

I am tired of the constant comparison,
Bored of recognition without a reason,
Please look at me, not at my name,
Which has glam, but all the same,
I want a simple, subdued life,
Happy, free from unwanted strife,
Coming from constant public glare,
Forcing spectator to turn a player.

I didn't chose this name for me,
Please let me what I want to be.