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Showing posts with label girl. Show all posts

Sunday

Journey from ‘OR’ to ‘AND’ - Arunima Singh

Sometimes we feel so harassed by life that every moment feels so heavy. We assuage our mind that we cant take it any more. And our brain complies. The world seems no more fit for us and we don't want to get dragged anymore.

If you are also feeling it's the time to quit. You can't take life this way any more. You have thought of myriad ideas to quit and are about to execute one. Please hold on. Let me narrate you a real story which will for sure give you goosebumps and compel you to take back your decision. You might feel you are the only one on this earth who is facing problems, who is stuck into the worst, who can never surface to normal life again. But my dear, you are not the ONLY ONE. Meet the brave, enthusiastic, energetic and very lively lady, Arunima Sinha. 

Arunima Sinha, just an another girl born in Uttar Pradesh, as the neighbors would have looked upon her. She was just a girl. But her faith in herself and her passion allowed her to be called 'AND a national-level Volleyball Player.' She wasn't satisfied with this one AND. She went on to chase ball in the field. She added one more sequin to her personality, 'AND a football player.' 



Arunima Sinha - the brave Lady.

She never held back herself in the patriarchal society. She wanted to be independent and responsible. She aspired to join CISF (Central Industrial Security Force). She prepared well for the exam and was all set to fly through. But a dark cloud was hovering over her. She was assaulted by a gangster group in the train she had boarded to reach the exam center. She stood against them resisting to give in. No one in the coach came forward to help her. She stood alone to combat like a warrior. The gangsters had set their eyes on her gold chain. When she got engaged in a tussle with them, the group threw her out of the running train. Yes, she was thrown out. Before she could get hold of herself, she saw another train approaching towards her. The train passed over her. Yes, the wheels rolled over her flesh. She lied there numb and bleeding profusely. The black date was 11 April, 2011.  

The spectators turned mute towards her life. Several trains passed on the tracks beside her. She felt the vibrations of each train arriving and departing. By the time she was taken to hospital, it was late, too late. The hospital didn't had blood units to operate on her. But she was alive. She was full of life. She didn't want to die this early. She asked the doctors to operate her. No anesthesia was available. She was ready to bear the pain to see more of the life. Her spirit made the hospital staff donate blood units to her. The pain of letting go her leg, her important body part on which she ran in the field, she jumped in the court, she danced, she walked with gleeful gait was unbearable. The pain sent shivers down her cord and  the detachment shook her heart. Moreover, to worsen her state, media just cooked up the entire mishap as Arunima's attempt to suicide. How would she have felt when she got to hear this news. Mental pain is the most severe. Filled with Anguish and Agony, Arunima resolved to answer the world with her actions.

This accident didn't deter her determination. So what if her leg was amputated, from normal she became differently abled, but her spirit didn't retire. She decided to reach Everest summit. Yes, she was ridiculed at such a weird dream. People advised her to sit back instead of boosting her morale. No one but her brother held her hand to pursue her dream. She contacted Bachendri Pal, the first Indian woman to climb Mt. Everest. Pal mentored Sinha. She enrolled for the mountaineering course in Nehru Institute of Mountaineering, Uttarkashi. She fervently started her course and as a rehearsal for the ascent of Everest, she made it to Island Peak (6150m) in 2012. 

                                        

On April 1, 2013, she started climbing towards her dream. With the good wishes of friends and family and mentor Bachendri's faith, she reached the summit of Mount Everest. Yes, the lady climbed to the highest peak at 10.55 am on 21 May 2013 writing history in the snow. Arunima Sinha became the first female amputee to climb Mount Everest.

I have done it!!!

She believes whatever one dreams is attainable. Nothing but you only have the power to turn around the situation and let the world salute you. On her way down from the peak, her oxygen cylinder exhausted. But her spirit didn't. The fellow Sherpa was afraid if she will live to recite her triumph story. But as they say, 'God helps those who help themselves' and just like a miracle or a co-incidence, one mountaineer dropped down his spare cylinder as he was not able to carry it on the steep slope. A ray of hope, the source of her survival emerge. She completed her entire summit and emerged victorious. Because according to her every NO is just an excuse to escape from accomplishment. World remembers only victors and yes, she emerged as a Victor.

AND, she is an author. She has jotted down her inspirational story under the title "Born again on the mountain", launched by Prime minister Narendra Modi in December 2014. 



I recommend you all to watch her speaking of her encounter with the iffy life. Please don't miss this video. I bet you will feel the difference after watching this. Your outlook towards life might change and you will become a more better and confident person to take hold of your very own life. 




Rise! Shine!

Don't just surrender!!!


¡Salud!
JJJ

This post is a part of #UseYourAnd activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette Venus.

Thursday

Colorful Mirror



The girl out there
Waved at me
Bright and Galvanic was she
Appeared vapid and tepid me
Waived a Hello at me
I wavered and looked around
Yes You! The specky in blue
You look so blue in Blue.
You look pretty pink in pink, I zapped whew
I put on the color to whole me, bragged she
Not like you who just wrap the color around
Excuse me! Who are you??? I grumbled
Oh Common! Put aside your colorful etiquette
Talk to me straight and loud, rumbled I
Yes! Talk to me loud and clear, she repeated the same
Before could I howl at her, the driver honked high
Seated was I at the back peeping into the rear mirror
I got down, paced ahead cutting the crowd
Welcomed was I after such a long
You look pink in blue.


¡Salud!
JJJ
 

Sunday

बेरंग कली

This post has been selected amongst  Blogadda's WOW posts of the week.

गुलाबी मखमली में लिपटी
देख अपनी नन्ही गुड़िया
काला दिठौना लगाया माँ ने
चाँद से सुन्दर मुख पे उसके |

हरे पालने में सावन के झूलो का आनंद लेती
पापा की शहज़ादी पल भर में ही नन्ही कली से
गुलाब की पँखुडियों-सी कोमल लाड़ो बन गई |

नीली स्कूल युनिफ़ॅार्म  कब कॅालेज की
सलवार कमीज़ में बदल गई
माँ को यकीन न हुआ
कलेजे पे पत्थर रख अपनी लाडो को
भेजा दूर शहर |

सफ़ेद कोट पहनकर मरीजो का इलाज
करने का सपना संजोये
अपनी काली कजरारी आँखों में
निकल पड़ी अनजान चेहरों के बीच
अपने चेहरे को पहचान दिलाने 
माँ की प्यारी नीले आसमान के तले |

नई कोंपल  की भांति अपना
गुलशन खिलाने ही वाली थी वो
की कमबख्त दीमक की आँखों को
भा गई  हमारी कमसीन कली
बेदर्दी से उसकी नाजुक पंखुड़ियों को रोंदकर
दीमक ने उसे चखना चाहा |

वीरांगना की भांति लड़ी हमारी कली
हिलोरे मारकर दूर करना चाहा दीमक को
लेकिन द्रोपदी का इतिहास फिर जीवित हुआ
कोई कृष्णा नहीं आया उसकी लाज बचाने
आये कई दुर्योधन उसे अपनी जांघो पे बिठाने
फिर किया दु:शासन ने उसका चीर हरण |

लाल चुनरी जिसे ओढानी थी
ओढाई गई उसे सफ़ेद चादर
पंच तत्व में विलीन उसकी रूह को राहत देने
पांचो पांडव की भांति देश ने मिल प्रतिज्ञा ली
ठाना दु:शासन के शासन का अंत करने का |

जितना लम्बा इंतज़ार किया बेटी ने माँ के गर्भ में
उतना ही इंतजार किया बेटी की माँ ने
जब आया फैसला उन दरिंदो को  
फांसी  के तख्ते पर लटकाने का
चैन की सांस मिली बेटी की भटकती रूह को
जो बस अंत समय तक यही कहती रही
"मै बेटी हूँ  मेरी  माँ की 
लाडली हूँ  मेरे पापा की
आँखों  का तारा  हूँ सबकी "

और आज दूर काले नभ में
झिलमिला रहा है हमारा ये तारा ख़ुशी- ख़ुशी  |


Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Little Girl with her Toy

This post has been selected amongst the Blogadda's WOW posts of the week.
 
 


She woke up everyday
To welcome the sunshine.
She wanted to catch the
Crimson scarlet light in
Her tiny glass box
So that when night falls
And darkness scares her
She could open her box
Shimmering with sparkle
And radiance just like the
Sorcerer who holds a radiant
Magic globe in his hands
Amazes her little eyes.

A little girl with her little dreams
Within her little world
With her little feet
Was running her little distance
When suddenly a toy caught
The eyes of this little girl.
The toy was gifted by her in-laws
The little hubby-toy was cute and silent
But the real hubby was cruel and adamant
He came yesterday and ate all her chocolates
They fought for the bat which broke at the end.
The little girl was scared to lose more of her chocolates
She slapped her hubby but the hubby didn't cried
"Why? Why?
Cry!! I'm hitting you. I'm slapping you.
Cry!! you bad boy!"
The hubby didn't cried instead just flapped his eyelashes.
"I won't hit you again
Please dont marry me"
The little girl pleaded to the hubby-toy.

P.S. The child marriages are still not completely uprooted from our society. The so called brainy-elders tie two children in the knot without giving a thought to the lousy repercussions. I remember one of my friend was married in his childhood when he even didn't know how to tie his shoe-lace. His father was filled with proud to bring home a daughter-in-law but the boy was sunk in shame and frustration. He no longer played with his fellow friends. All the time he used to hide from their comments teasing him of being a MAN now. He was so perturbed with this new life that he left the school and a bright star doomed. Today none of his friends know of his whereabouts. A few days back I met his father in the city who was blaming his son for bringing him shame. The boy now lives in a village farming his fields. But should he be really blamed??? It was all for the sake of his family's wish that he sacrificed his childhood, his adolescent and now his remaining life.

Another of my friend who aspired to be an army officer was gifted to the altar of child-marriage. Today when I talk to her, she brags of how happy she is in her new home. But do I look stupid enough not to gauge her heart behind her pretence. Again a bright star broke down to just a flashy streak.

There are many more in the list if one takes the account of this social evil. I feel so bad that why are we bound to abide by our family's unseasonable bids??? If it's so mandatory as per our Sanskar then I apologise but What the bullshit!

Do our culture and tradition forbids a child's freedom? Do our holy scripts preach of sending a child to the gallows of a dark destiny?? Such questions and many more have haunted me from the early days of my life but till now I have got no answers. What all I got is just " Compromise", "Respect your culture", "Value your elders", "Render your life for others' sake", " Don't ask for your happiness", "It's your destiny" and such more craps. I feel so helpless when I see my fellow-mates lost in the well of anonymity. But what all a little girl can do with her little toy is share her heart with that little toy which neither listens nor speaks, just flaps his eyes assuring her of someone who cares.
 
 

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Thursday

Who is Sad Today???



The toy broke into pieces today.The baby is sad.
The teacher punished the child today. He is sad.
The father slapped his son. He is sad.
The boy was not allowed to bat. He is sad.
The mother cooked dal today. The children are sad.
The timetable got announced today. The student is sad.
The mobile is not ringing today. The girl is sad.
Dude missed the action thriller today. He is sad.
The new trendy lipstick is out of stock today. The woman is sad.
Piled up files to be finished today. The man is sad.
Maid didn't come today. The housewife is sad.
Internet is not working today. The guy is sad.
No customer today. The shopkeeper is sad.
No breaking news today. The reporter is sad.
No ice-cream to relish today. The girl is sad.
No drink today. The rummy is sad.
No new dress for party tonight. The diva is sad.
No bell tolls today. The priest is sad.
No deals today. The businessman is sad.
No win today. The gambler is sad.
Friends are not in reach today. The dame is sad.
The Saddy is happy today. The Happy is sad.

Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ

Wednesday

I'm a Girl


I'm a girl
It's my fault

Not allowed to walk
Not allowed to talk

Not permitted to laugh
Not permitted to dance

All in all live in four walls
All in all breathe in coals.

Did I asked to make me a girl?
Did I asked to break me whirl?

No offences
Yet punishments
All for me
Just for me
For I'm a girl.

No hanging out
No playing out
No disco
No movie
Cos I'm a girl.

They say I'm soft
They say I'm tender
I can get pricked
I can get hitched
For I'm a girl.

I can't speak my heart
Cos silence is my mark
I can't live free
Cos someone's eye is on me

Born slave
Lived in grave
Die in shame
Buried in flame

This is me
A girl
And that's my fault
Why I'm a girl???


Hioy'oy Hoi Polloi
JJJ