Over the period of time, in the new millenia, they are realizing that it was ( is ) wrong. Since many millenniums they have been under discretion and its intolerable for them anymore.
These are females of our society.
There are many who are raising a voice against these stereotypes and getting a good support and like minded people in both genders. Fair Enough.
IHM says here that Girls are not inviting any one to watch them or scrutinize them by wearing western outfits or any thing for that matter because none of business of people but who ever are wearing them.
Why do they even care about it?
Why does a girl think about it when she can just go her way with out even checking who that guy is?
( Here I am not asking anyone to avoid any sort of molestation.)
Why does a girl think about what society will do, when its evident that society don't have enough guts to stand against a sound lady??
Anyone?
P.S. : Edited to change Title
Sunday 24 October 2010
Thursday 21 October 2010
hum..
खरामा खरामा चलते रहे हम..
आहिस्ता आहिस्ता बढ़ते रहे हम..
सुनसान सी उन वादियों में..
यूँही हँसते और रोते रहे हम..
आहिस्ता आहिस्ता बढ़ते रहे हम..
सुनसान सी उन वादियों में..
यूँही हँसते और रोते रहे हम..
कुछ हमारी आँखें ही हम थी..
कुछ थी मौसम में नमी..
बस कुछ कहना ना चाहते थे हम किसी को..
कमबख्त ये दिल था जो रो पड़ा..
Friday 15 October 2010
Lamha...
उन लम्हों को संजो रखा है हमने
उन्हीं कुछ पहलुओं को जी रखा है हमने
शायद ज्यादा जीना लिखा ना
होंठो को अपने, सीं रखा है तुमने....
Saturday 2 October 2010
Every Second in Every Hour...
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I was waiting for her
every second in every hour
in tick tock of watch
in splash of water spilled by
in every passing by passenger
I was waiting for her
every second in every hour
in every page of magazine
in every changed sitting position
in hullabaloos of chandeliers
I was waiting for her
every second in every hour
in chill of ice and warmth of fire
days, months & its been years
in my every smile & tear
Still I am waiting for her
every second in every hour..
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