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How Independent Are the Independent Women of Our Independent Country?

Debolena Bose speculates about the notion of independence conferred upon contemporary Indian women!

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“Ma, I’m leaving”, shouts out Tarun to his mom.

“Okay but don’t be late”, replies his mom.

“Fine”, says Tarun and he leaves.

“Ma, I’m going out with friends”, says Tarun’s sister, Hrishita.

“Oh! You, too, are leaving…alright…but when will you be back”, asks Mrs. Bhatt.

“In about 3 hours”, answers Hrishita.

“THREE HOURS! What will you do for such a long time?”

“Going for a movie, Ma. Please understand! The movie will take at least 2.5 hours. It will take us 15 minutes to reach the theatre and the same time to come back. That makes it 3 hours!”

“Do you really need to go for the movie? Why can’t you simply invite your friends over? All of you can sit around and chit-chat! That’s also a fun thing to do. Don’t you think so?

“Ma, it’s Friday evening! I don’t wish to sit at home. We chit-chat every day. Any way, I will be out for just 3 hours!”

“Listen, you have to be home before dusk. Do you understand? I don’t want you to be out in the night. And what kind of clothes are you wearing? The neck is so deep! How many times have I told you that capris don’t really suit you! Put on your black jeans.”

“Ma, enough now! I’m going! You’ve already delayed me by 20 minutes. In case I am late, it will be all your doing; not mine!”

“Rishu, I’m not allowing you to step out of home in these clothes. Go and CHANGE. Right now!”

“FINE!”

(After a while) Hrishita comes back wearing jeans and a different top. “Does this make you happy?”

“Ya, this is alright! Now listen to me very carefully – don’t look at any boys in the neighbourhood. If anyone tries to speak to you, or even make an eye contact, don’t utter a word. Just move on. If you hear someone making catcalls, don’t retaliate. Also, if some passerby car stops by you to ask for an address, ignore that person and move along. Make sure the auto driver does not take you through those small alleys. Always take the road which remains crowded. Most importantly, how many of you are going? Are there any boys accompanying you?”

“No Ma! Sujata, Priya, Poonam and I – four of us are going for the movie.”

“Four girls ALL ALONE”!!!

“Ma, be reasonable. How can four girls be alone? We are four of us and we can take care of each other. Don’t worry!”

“Abhinav and Hritik could have accompanied you. Had you informed me about your plans earlier, I would have asked you brother to drop you off to the theatre! Any way, one more important thing – don’t befriend strangers in the movie hall. In case, someone offers you popcorn, politely refuse. And yes, COME HOME EARLY!”

“Yes Ma, thanks for the advice-cum-lecture. Now, if you are done, can I leave?”

So, how many of you have gone through this routine? Raise your hands! I’m sure all of you have! I guess this has now become a part of our cultural heritage. Just like we brag about our ancient monuments, art and culture, so can we boast about the number of Hrishitas and Mrs. Bhatts our country has created.

When I was 6 years old, my mom warned me about strangers for the first time. “Don’t talk to strangers”. “Don’t accept chocolates from them”. “Keep your eyes open, always”. By the time I turned 10, strange questions poured in – “Why do you have to smile at everyone beta? A familiar face does not mean that you have to smile brightly. You are inviting trouble. When you grow up, you need to have such a personality that people are afraid to approach you.”

Such questions and remarks are a part ‘n parcel of every girl’s life in India, starting from the prominent metro cities to the small towns. A girl has to be chaperoned wherever she goes, otherwise some invisible hands will grasp at her and tug at her virtue or pull it off completely. And, of course, since the family’s honor rests on their female’s virtue, it has to be guarded with utmost care!

India became independent 66 years ago. Yet, half the country is still under the throes of bondage! Yes, bondage it is! The captivity of half the population of the country is not represented by heavy iron chains or handcuffs, but something more subtle, therefore, more powerful and long-lasting – lustful eyes, a picture of unbridled animalistic instincts. In the largest democracy of the world, half the population of India can’t move about freely, whenever they want to, in whichever way they wish to, wearing whatever they feel like! If this is not a gross failure of democracy, human rights and civil liberties, then what is it!

girl childWhat I fail to understand is that in a country where female deities are more revered than their male counterparts, how can such brazen acts of irreverence happen towards women? What are we doing about these acts? Most importantly, can we really solve this problem? Or, may be, we can pray to God for our safety every time we step out of the lakshman rekha of our home. If we are able to come back home with only a few catcalls and some lewd gazes, we can consider ourselves lucky! If not, probably we are paying for the sins committed in our previous birth!

If I am able to reach the age of 70 unharmed, perhaps I will go on some grand pilgrimage to thank God for keeping me safe!

Oh shit! Recently, there was some news about a 70-year old woman being raped by a neighbor! Ok, maybe I will pay my regards to God only when I have a tete-a-tete with him after death!

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Raja Bhoj And The Crow: The Story Of The First Whistleblower

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By DP Sakunia

Once Raja Bhoj was encircled by his nobles who were chanting eulogy as they always did. Suddenly a crow came from nowhere & scratched at a noble cum poet. Raja Bhoj became furious & directed to execute the crow. The crow prayed for a last hearing & took Raja Bhoj & his noblemen to a cave full of diamonds.

The crow told the entire kings caravan that the wealth dates back to Lord Ram’s time. She narrated the story that was as follows. A rich person of Oudh invited Sri Ram once for lunch at his place. After lunch the rich person presented Sri Ram with these precious stones. Lord Ram, the gracious self that he were, left the same at the verandah of his palace for someone in need. Time passed fast but no one came forward to take it and in course of time the wealth got hidden in the cave.

After narrating the story, the crow came to his point & prayed Raja Bhoj to search his so called noblemen who had already unscrupulously pocketed some of the valuables. These were the same folks who harped eulogy at Raja Bhoj and kept harassing and looting the subjects. The crow scratched at such a nobleman-cum-sycophant who was actually coaxing Raja Bhoj with self-ill motive.

Raja Bhoj immediately sent the noblemen to prison and asked him to be given the harshest punishment. He also called for a detailed investigation and personally went about asking his subjects who are the culprits and made sure all was happy once again.

Moral of the story: Alas there is no place for such whistle blower in todays time because Raja Bhoj and the noblemen have become equally corrupt towards the subject.

Goli – The Bitter Candy

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By Yogesh Om Potaliya

Someone somewhere at some point has been given this ‘Goli’ the Candy. A boss must have given you, your teacher when you were a kid; anyone trying to sell something to you, our government does that during pre-elections time; why even think so far as it could be a friend trying to convince you go shopping with them.

If still it isn’t clear to you what I am talking about then Giving ‘Goli’ is a slang phrase that has its origin in India referred to a situation when a person convinces someone to do something they didn’t want to do yet they do it for the false promise or hope “Given” to them which is referred as Giving ‘Goli’.

Why the word ‘Goli’? In India, ‘Goli’ is the local Hindi word for candy and just like you give a candy to a kid who isn’t rational enough and gets convinced on being offered a candy or agrees to do what you want in exchange of a candy, similarly you could give this candy of false words to any Tom, Dick, and Harry to get through him for your own benefits.

Just when Jim thought of quitting his miserable demanding job after not getting the much awaited appraisals, his boss gave him a ‘Goli’, that he is going to talk to HR head for getting Jim the prestigious employee of the month award; to which Jim agreed only to realise after a month that he wasn’t the chosen one at the end of that month. Upon enquiring into the matter with his boss, he gets another ‘Goli’, that this month’s employee of the month was already decided and that he would propose his name next month for sure. Annoying for Jim this still did not happen the next month as Jim fell marginally short of his targets due to extended week he took off for taking care of his mom who was due for a doctor visit for a long time.

Jim isn’t one guy who is getting tricked however we all have been Jim at some point. Today, everyone is Jim in a way and is trying to make a Jim out of the next person by giving the easy way out ‘Goli’.

Picture an advertising agency where there are senior client managers, creative team, production team, strategic team and a client. Agency people often go to meet client for pitching in a boasting unique out-of-the-box idea and sounds convincing that it’s going to do wonders for the client however largely that’s not how the marketers on the client side see the picture and hence a ‘Goli’comes in the chain of communications that happens from there on. Client initiates this Goli’ chain by giving those usual marketing agenda excuses to the client management team that the idea is great however with budget constraints and different campaign targets we would think about doing this mega campaign next year and that the agency needs to come up with a different and more subtle practical idea.

Now that big fat juicy ‘Goli’ which was given to the client management team from the client is then divided in to several small ‘Golis’(plural)  and are then distributed among the teams. First ‘Goli’ is given to the client management junior who is asked to come up with a different creative brief and is said that this particular client is highly exceptional and particular in his requirements. The next in line to receive ‘Goli’ are strategists who are now asked to work on different sets of campaign goals considering the competition which is doing something usual; next comes creative team who are given the ‘Goli’ of how important the timeline is for client and how he can’t afford to spend so much and do something unique. The sweetest portion of the ‘Goli’ then is given to production team who is asked to give the end result in over a Saturday night to save client some precious time and go live as soon as possible as client is already late with the campaign because of the agency.

‘Goli’ is awesome as it gets you going and keeps your work from getting stuck. Give your wife a ‘Goli’of a holiday in Shimla and she would stop bothering you from constantly GPSing you from time to time in your busy schedule throughout the day.

‘Goli’ can get you through but it won’t save you from a rubbish output if you use it often. Transparency might take time and is a lengthy process however in your career and personal life refrain from using ‘Goli’ in just about every situation you get stuck in.

In fact, not just to others but sometime we are giving ‘Goli’ to ourselves by not facing the reality of the moment and have a face-off with the truth.

If you have been doing it so far then may be about time you face the jingles. A ‘Goli’ is good only for tiny quick fixes but not for building strong bridges or a strong foundation.

Yes We Know Its Time For #Sachin, Yet We Want Some More

Sachin Tendulkar

By Ankush Kumar

A spider and its climb tirelessly inspired a king to fight again. Victory was still not guaranteed but the fear of failure did not act as a deterrent to the man’s attempts. Great warriors have died in the lamest fashion, but none are remembered for their end, history still talks about their life and their efforts to conquer the world.

Tomorrow modern age heroes will adorn pages in different textbooks, they will inspire generations, but for many they will just remain a reference point. Nothing more and nothing less.

Yet for some bizarre reason we still want to cling on to a few of them forever. Why are we not ready to come to terms with the fact that ‘All good things come to an end”. Is it our insecurities or is it the fear that we do not have too many people who will inspire us again?

I guess its a bit of both worlds. The few good men, who have entertained us, given us a ray of hope, have made us believe in ourselves, in the process have learnt nothing but that. Shahrukh Khan has said it umpteen numbers of times that his biggest fear is that ‘one day he will get up and the arc lights wont be around’. He still is in a profession where his fans can get entertained at 70. But what about heroes who play on the field? How can they entertain us till death separates the genius and its soul?

The bitter reality is that they cant. Beyond a point defying age is stupid. Yet the fans that want to see Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar bat again outnumbers the critics who don’t. So what does he do now?

Imagine how tough it must be for the man itself to think of hanging the boots if its so tough for the fans. There is a entire generation for whom cricket has started and ends with Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.

Few good men like him can adorn roles of mentors or coaches or teachers, but the reality is great sport stars make very average coaches. So how will the man entertain us? The answer is he wont. Once he walks back to that dressing room one final time, an era will be over.
Maybe the time has come, yes the BCCI has possibly squeezed in one tour before the SA series, maybe money was their priority, but then for once fans like me are not complaining. Maybe it will be his last test, maybe in bradmanesque fashion he will end his career, but that one chant ‘Sachiiiiin Sachiiiiin’ will reverberate through the roof of Wankhede this November.

Bruce triumphed, his failures are stories of folklore, warriors won, their battles are part of history, sport stars have fallen, lost, yet the only stories that are remembered is the number of hearts they have won.

His recent failures, have given a chance to his cynics to prove that he is Human not God, his fans knew that long back, its just that GODS were made by action and deeds and Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar falls in the same category. One part in me and possibly many others will go numb when he will be gone. But till then let’s savor each run the legend scores as possibly even we know that the time is up.

लिखते हुए कुछ ख़्वाब से – 3

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– अनघ शर्मा

अपने बचपन में किसी भूगोल की किताब में पढ़ा था कि दुनिया का सबसे बड़ा ज्वालामुखी विस्फोट इंडोनेशिया में हुआ था। इतना बड़ा की उसमें से निकले धुएं के कारण अगले पूरे वर्ष धरती के एक बहुत बड़े हिस्से का तापमान सामान्य से कई गुना नीचे दर्ज़ किया गया था। मैं जब तक उसके पास रहा ये जान ही नहीं पाया की कितना कुछ धधकता है उसके भीतर। अब सोचता हूँ कि अगर उसके भीतर का ज्वालामुखी फट गया होता तो कितने वर्षों के लिए हिम-युग आता। पर न ज्वालामुखी फटा, न ऐसा कुछ हुआ। आख़िरी बार भी बहन ही ने खबर दी थी उसके बारे में।
बड़ी बदल गयी है वो, अजब बुढ़ापा झांकता है उसके चेहरे से अब।
बूढी तो अपनी माँ भी लगने लगी हैं, याद है कितनी खूबसूरत थीं हमारे बचपन में , मैंने कहा।
ब्यूटी इज़ द कर्स। वो बोलीं।
फ़ोन रखने के बाद मैं देर तक उसी की याद में डूबा रहा, पर सिवाय एक धुंधले के कुछ नहीं दीखा। वैसे भी जब से बंगलौर शिफ्ट हुआ हूँ ,घर जाना ही नहीं हो पाया। पिछले दस सालों में तो एक बार भी नहीं जा पाया हूँ। रात की शांत फ़िज़ा बार-बार खुद में यही दोहरा रही थी कि हर इमारत को एक रोज़ खंडर में बदलना ही होता है।
” जानते नहीं ख़ूबसूरती की ज़िल्द पर सबसे पहले जंग लगती है। फिर टुकड़ा-टुकड़ा, पर्त-पर्त ये ज़िल्द खुद ही गल जाती है ……… वर्तमान की जो भी इमारत अपने अतीत में जितनी ज्यादा खूबसूरत रही होगी भविष्य में उसके खंडर बन्ने की आशंका उतनी ही प्रबल होगी। वैसे भी खूबसूरत चेहरों को बदलने में वक़्त ही कहा लगता है? बस एक वक्फ़ा …….

कहाँ तक पहुंचे छोटे लल्ला ?
अजब है तू भी, चित्त- पट्ट का मामला थोड़े है। सिक्का उछालूं, थामूं, देखूं और फ़ैसला हो गया।
तुम तो बहुत बखत बरत रहे हो।
तो क्या किस्सा-कोताही कर दूं ?
तुम से अच्छा तो छोटी जिजी कह-लिख देतीं।
तो फिर उसी के पास जा। हट! परे।
वो उदासी में डूबा हंसता चेहरा ले कर चली गयी। पर जाते-जाते एक भेद पकड़ा गयी कि सबसे पहले हंसते चेहरों की हंसी उतर कर देखनी चाहिए। आजकल उदासी बड़ी चालक हो गयी है। अगर खुश रहना है तो छुपी उदासी को निकाल फेंकना होगा। हाँ पता है उदासी और डर बड़े पक्के होते हैं ,एक बार पकड़ लें तो फिर छोड़ते नहीं। शांत बहते पानी में ज्यों अचानक पहाड़ियां निकल आयें, ऐसे मन पर कब्ज़ा कर लेते हैं ये। कई बार तो यह भय जीवन की जिजीविषा से भी बड़े हो जाते हैं। फिर भी जीवन जीना ही है आखिर तक। जीवन की चाह को लगातार ईधन देना पड़ता है, हर हाल में। जीवन की राहें आसन नहीं होतीं, किसी के लिए भी नहीं।
उसके जीवन की राह भी बड़ी कठिन थी,उसके नियंत्रण से परे। वो अगढ़-अनपढ़ भले ही थी पर बड़ी समझदार थी। वो जानती थी कि राह अगर टेढ़ी-मेढ़ी, पथरीली हो तो भी एक बार को कट ही जाएगी। पर वह सपाट राह जो काई से चिकनी हुई, शैवालों से पटी पड़ी हो, उसका क्या ?और अगर ऐसी फिसलन भरी डगर पर मूंह बके बल गिरना निश्चित हो तो क्या नंगे पांव खड़े हो संतुलन बनाये रखने की चेष्टा करना या चप्पल पहन तुरंत ही गिर पड़ना।

थोड़ी देर यूँ ही बेतरतीब ख्यालों में उलझे रहने के बाद मैंने बहुत दिन घर से बाहर रहने के कारण फ़ोन में जमा हुए वॉइस-मेसेज सुनना शुरू कर दिए। उनमें से एक बड़ी बहन का भी था तो कुछ वक़्त बाद उन्हें ही फ़ोन मिला दिया।
कैसी हो ?
ठीक हूँ। तू कैसा है ?
मैं भी ठीक हूँ।
तेरी आवाज़ थकी हुई सी कैसी लग रही है ?
बस ज़रा-बहुत थकावट है।
बड़ी रात गए फ़ोन किया तूने? सब खैरियत ?
हाँ, आज ही लौटा हूँ हैदराबाद से, तुम्हारा वॉइस-मेसेज था फ़ोन में तो सोचा तुम से ही बात कर लूं।
और क्या चल रहा है ?
कुछ नहीं, अच्छा तुमसे एक बात पूछनी थी।
क्या?
मुझे आजकल धीमरी बहुत दीखती है सपनों में। तुम जानती हो उसके नीम-पागल होने की क्या वजह थी।

सोशल-इंजस्टिस,सामाजिक अन्याय और हम सब में छुपा हुआ सबसे बड़ा भय। तब ज़माना आज के जैसे नहीं था कि एक कैंडल-मार्च निकालो लोग साथ जुड़ जायेंगे, भले ही धीरे-धीरे ही सही। दबंगों की दबंगई से तो आज भी मिडिल-क्लास और छोटा तबका डरता है, तब की तो बात ही छोडो। छोटे शहरों में तथाकथित बदलाव की गुंजाईश ही कहाँ होती थी तब ?
छोटे शहर चुस्त-ट्राउज़र्स की तरह होते हैं। धड से नीचे घुटनों तक इतने चुस्त की हवा भी इकहल्लर नहीं निकल सकती। घुटनों से नीचे जिस हिस्से को थोड़ी आज़ादी होती है वो हिस्सा मध्य-वर्ग का है ,जो चार पैसे जोड़ मौका लगते ही अपने बच्चों को बड़े शहरों की तरफ निकल देते हैं ताकि उनका भविष्य सुरक्षित रह पाए,पर सबसे ज्यादा मार खाता है हमारे यहाँ का निचला तबका। ढंकने को उसके पास कुछ होता नहीं नंगा वो चाह कर भी नहीं हो सकता। बंद पड़े-पड़े ख्यालों में बेड-सोर पैदा हो जाते हैं, कुंठाएं पनप जाती हैं, ज़हन कुंद पड़ जाते हैं।
लूट-डकैती दबंग डालते हैं और पुलिस पकड़ के ले जाती है गरीब घरों के बच्चों को। जिन्हें ये सिस्टम धीरे-धीरे पेशेवर मुजरिम में ढाल देता है। कुछ सालों में ये बच्चे हाव-भाव, चाल-ढाल,शक्ल-सूरत, रंग-रूप में एक जैसे हो जाते हैं। हाँ ये सच है अब समय बदला है और समाज के बड़े प्रोटेगोनिस्ट इन्हीं तबकों से निकलते हैं।
अरे !छोड़ो ये बातें , उसकी बताओ।

ऐन होली से एक रात पहले दबंगों के लड़के खींच कर ले गए थे इसको। रात भर बिना कपड़ों के नचाया इसे। कपड़ों के बदले सौदा तय हुआ मीना का। बाद में खाली पेटीकोट थमा के भेज दिया इसे।
और कोई बोल नहीं मुहल्ले भर से?
सब सोते रहते हैं ऐसे मौकों पर।
और मीना ?
मीना कब लौटी, किस हाल में लौटी ? किसी ने नहीं देखा। जब अम्मा ही महीनों बाद जान पाई तो कोई और क्या जानता?
मुझे क्यों नहीं बताया? मैं लगभग रुआंसा सा बोल।
तुम बंगलौर थे उस वक़्त कॉलेज में। हमें खुद ही बहुत देर से पता चला तो तुम्हें क्या बताते।बाद में सालों बीतने पर लगा की अब बताने का क्या औचित्य ? बाद में अम्मा ही राजघाट जा कर उसका सब सामान बहा आईं थीं। पर कुछ और भेद भी छुपा था उनके मन में जिसे कोई और नहीं जान पाया कभी भी, लोग अक्सर सच छुपा ही जाते हैं। एक बात पता है तुझे, लाल, नीली, पीली, चमकीली, काली, दुनिया में मौजूद और भी जितनी स्याहियां हैं उन सब का इस्तेमाल करके किस्से-कहानियां लिखने वाले जानते हैं कि वो पूरा सच नहीं लिख रहे हैं। चाहे कल्पना का ही नाम क्यों न दें उसे पर अधूरी ही है हर बात। भले ही कागज़ पर लिखी जाये, या रेशम पर, या फिर पत्थर पर ही उकेरी जाये , हर कहानी सच पर एक कलई चढ़ाये रखती है। चाहे मैं लिखूं या कोई और पर पूरा या पूरे जैसा कोई कभी कुछ लिख ही नहीं पाता। सच हमेशा कहानियों में नए-नए कपड़े पहने टुकड़े-टुकड़े में ही आ पाता है। पूरा सच तो अनगढ़, उलझा, लश्तम-पश्तम ताले लगे मन में कहीं पड़ा हुआ सांस लेता रहता है। मजाल है किसी की जो अपने ही मन का ताला खोल सच टटोल सके।

फ़ोन काटने के बाद मैं सन्न, अवाक बैठा रह गया। क्या था ये जो मुझे अभी पता चला ? कोई डरावना सच, या किसी फिक्शन का हिस्सा जो पढ़ा नहीं बस सुना भर हो। किस दर्ज़ा ट्रॉमा होगा। कैसी भयानक सौदेबाज़ी होगी वो? जिस्म के बदले जिस्म उफ़ !। मैं पक्षघात के मरीज सा थम के रह गया। कोई चिकोटी काटे तो भी महसूस न हो।

देखा छोटे लल्ला मैं कहती थी न छोटी जिजी तुम से अच्छा लिख लेती हैं। कैसी सुघराई से सब बता गईं तुम्हें। घबरा के इधर-उधर देखा मैंने, कमरे में कोई नहीं था। डर के मारे कहानी के अध्-लिखे पन्ने फाड़ कर फ्लश-आउट कर दिए मैंने। शांत रात में सिर्फ़ हवाएं बह रहीं थीं , मैंने गौर से कान लगा कर सुना। वो हवाएं एक दर्द-भरा गीत गा रहीं थीं।
“मोरी पतुरियाँ माई गंगे बहा देव
मैं तो चली परदेस मोरे लाल”

Ms. Rose Chasm: The Cross Who Double Crossed Us

the cross that double crossed us

Continuing her crusade in India’s defence, Shwetha Kalyanasundaram, brings to you more evidence of why she thinks this entire Ms. Chasm story is a campaign to malign India. A must read. 

A chance comment posted under my article on CNN iReport titled “My India: The Mistaken Story – An Indian Woman’s Perspective” (first published on Mission Sharing Knowledge) caught my attention.

Quoting the person under the pseudonym ‘moonboat’ – “Michela Cross posted a number of videos on YouTube during her trip, including one that gives quite a different account of the Ganesha festival incident she related. In the video, she gushes on about how she loved all the attention and photos being taken of her. In the current circumstances, where her story is being taken as gospel and this story has gone viral, I find the videos are appalling. She also shows herself to be ignorant and disrespectful of Indian culture.”

And this had a bunch of us looking at the videos posted by Ms. Cross on her channel in YouTube. Boy! Weren’t they interesting! And we realized that some of her statements were in total contradiction to her article “India: The Story You Never Wanted to Hear”.

Here’s how…

Her video published on September 29, 2012, where she talks about her experiences at the Ganesha festival

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPu2GmF4Y44

Quoting Ms. Cross from the video

  • “We were grabbed by a bunch of GIRLS who started dancing with us, flashing paint on our faces, which was COOL”
  • “Taking loads of photos of us, I felt like a CELEBRITY. If you wanna feel like a celebrity, be a WHITE person and GO TO INDIA”
  • “We danced for 12 more hours to Bollywood music and we were given lots of food. It was super cool. I felt like I was in a movie”
  • “Fun facts – The Ganesha festival which ended today is…ummm…Ganesha is the God who is prayed to for the start of journeys and travels. I consider it GOOD LUCK”

Wow Ms.Cross! This is so contradictory to what you had put up in your story about the Ganesha festival!!!

Quoting from her article “I was prepared to follow the University of Chicago’s advice to women, to dress conservatively, to not smile in the streets.” However, your video titled “Whipping Boy” published on October 2, 2012 has you saying that your roommate and her friend embarked on an adventure and smiled at the people on the streets!

Didn’t you just break the rules?!? And you say you weren’t prepared for all the stares/glares that sliced away bits of you piece by piece! You brought it on upon yourself – you purposefully drew the locals’ attention on you! And you blame us?!? Preposterous is the word (that would just be an understatement actually!).

There are 6 videos that have been put up by Ms. Cross on YouTube with reference to her India trip – especially her three months of stay in Pune. Surprisingly, none of her videos show signs of struggle or trauma. And you are struggling with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) now?!? I’m no psychiatrist Ms. Cross – but all I can say is you are suffering from a serious bout of “Attention Deficit Disorder”.

Ms. Cross, now I’m really starting to wonder if your whole article “India:  The Story You Never Wanted to Hear” was a sham to tarnish the image of my beautiful country. You’ve taken the entire nation for a highly emotional ride. Your article drew in a lot of support from my fellow compatriots and this pretence of an article is like a slap on their faces. Deplorable act I must say!!

P.S: @Moonboat – whoever you are, thanks a lot for bringing this to our notice. We owe this article to you!

Whats Life: A Play

for malathy's life poem

By Malathy Madathilezham

Life is but a play!

The world’s an arena on display
Everyone’s for the limelight, the glitter
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks Masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere,
Different types of lies!!!
What is real, what is true… unknown
What is favourable, we deem it the truth
Everyone’s truth is different and flexible
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks Masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere
Different types of lies!!!
Painted faces, dazzling dresses,and oh what fashion!
Cover up, cover up the ugliness within,
And make us the envy of others!!
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere
Different types of lies!!!
One wrong act! One true step!
And off you go, the stage is no longer for you!
Only the careful and cunning succeed
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere
Different types of lies!!!
To survive, join the game quick,
Learn the tricks and the bricks of the trade
Learn to dodge and to play!!
We scheme, we cheat, we act!
Masks masks everywhere
Lies lies everywhere
Different types of lies!!!
  • Mask! (angelfacefoundation.wordpress.com)