Book Review: Another Chance

This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at  BlogAdda.com

 Another Chance is  An engrossing book by Ahmed Faiyaz  on fragile urban relationships. The author has thrown light on how delicate the modern day relationships are,one which cannot withstand the time and tide. The author also tries to portray the restless search for love and constant assurance of care, insecurity that the young generation is a victim to, via his protagonist Ruheen Oberoi.

In the author’s words the book is about :

This is the story of a depressingly gorgeous woman, Ruheen Oberoi.
A fragile beauty brought up by her indulgent Nana in Shimla. A woman stalked by a violent, obsessive son of a powerful minister. A woman married to a junkie in London who spends his days on a Playstation. Her passionate lover, Aditya Sharma, a successful Brand Manager trying to strike the work-life balance, wants another chance with Ruheen in Amsterdam. So does her old flame and best friend Varun Shetty, a recovering alcoholic in Shimla, finding meaning in life. Malika, a seductress wronged by her cheating ex-husband, wants Ruheen’s Aditya instead.
Who gets another chance? And with whom?

The main protagonist Ruheen Oberoi comes across as a person who is weak at heart and someone who takes all the decisions emotionally rather practically. Ruheen Oberoi meets the love of her life Aditya during her college days but doesn’t have the courage to fight her ex maniac boyfriend who is all set to destroy Aditya. Ruheen disappears all of a sudden and settles in with her Nana who has been her sole caretaker all her life. In shimla she meets Rohan  a junkie with whom she settles down in London against her Nana’s wishes and ends up having a married life filled with domestic violence and harassment.Ruheen manages to escape from the claws of Rohan and shifts to Amsterdam where she comes face to face with the love of her life Aditya Sharma who persuades her to give their relationship a last try. Both settle down in Mumbai and get busy with their fast paced life. Unable to get  along with Aditya’s hectic schedules which leaves no time for her ,Ruheen leaves Aditya and goes back to Shimla where Varun Shetty her old flame gives a new definition to her life.Now its for you to read and know whom Ruheen  spends the rest of her life with.

The best part of the book is its written in a simple language and it keeps the reader engrossed till the end.I craved for more and more till I reached the last page.The characters have been etched out well and somewhere it connects to all of us at some level. The cover of the book Is designed in a superb way.

Now comes the negative part of the book.There are some grammatical mistakes and spelling mistakes which should have been avoided .The usage of Hindi expletives should have been avoided .I seriously didn’t like reading those expletives in the book.  

Overall its worth reading and you can buy this at Flipkart.com!

A perfect Coffee time Book!

Overall Rating : 3.5/5

Kahani Thodi Filmy hai - Love En route!!

This is an official entry for Expedia  held by Indi blogger.

Life is a journey and we do end up bumping into all kinds of people , some good some bad ..Some end up leaving  their imprints in our lives and some we wish we never met. Some influenced us , some took us the wrong way . In short  it’s a lesson that you learn whenever you end up knowing someone new. We may also end up having bad experiences meeting up wrong people but then the best way to deal with it is to keep the best experiences that you had with them and chuck off the rest .These were the last lines of the book I was reading in and finally shut the book only to board my train which would take me from God’s own country to Mumbai.

Boarded the train with n number of suitcases and other stuff I barged into the AC compartment and finally settled down. Needless to say , the luggage comprised of sack coconuts, murkku (an Indian snack),kappa, banana chips, jackfruit  etc etc..all the specialities that kerala and  keralites are  envious about.And  they were all ordered to be brought by my mom ,her friends and everyone who enjoyed free cargo service..phew!! I sat down cursing everyone who  had insisted in getting all those stuff..Finally settling in with luggage I started reading the book again.“Don’t trust everyone blindly. Take your time to know people “… went the lines in the book .Suddenly a man in his twenty’s  sat next to my berth and settled in with his luggage.I  thought of giving him a smile but suddenly remembered the lines in the book and thought of going against it. I buried my face in the book and went reading again. The journey went  with both of us busy in our own world.

I finally thought of getting into a conversation with this fellow because there was nothing much to do about. I looked up to get into a talk with him when I realized he had dozed off. Time passed by and finally during the night time I got a chance to talk to him. I found him a bit reserved and introvert types and thought why I had even started talking to him. I felt as if I was better off myself. Finally wishing him good night I tried sleeping. But then I just couldn’t sleep because I was simply worrying about  my luggage, my laptop. Early morning at 4 my train reached my destination- Kalyan .I struggled with my luggage and finally felt relieved to have got it all with me. Boarded a cab to my place and finally reached home.”Madam 200 rupiah hue “ said the taxi driver as we reached my  place.”Arey ha baba deti hu…ruko to sahi!”I replied irritatedly as I kept searching for my purse.And suddenly I realized I had left my purse back in the train. Luckily had a few change in the other bag ,so got rid of the driver with the cash in the other bag. 

Crossroads of Life-google!!

I  regretted the fact that I had been careless about my purse.But I thanked my stars ,for the purse didn’t have too much of cash .I tried to recollect what I had seen last in my purse and I was sure there was nothing valuable  apart from a sim card , few visiting cards and 100-300 bucks. I planned not to tell to my parents or rather anyone about it because I dint want them to be worried about anything.As soon as I reached home, I slumped on to the bed only to be woken up at 10 am by my dad asking me in a tensed tone whether I had lost my purse. I  was shocked how they had learnt about it.I wondered what to reply.I was like “err..yeah..maybe.” and my dad was like ,”MAYBE????Look Rema(my mom) how careless our kids are”. I cut short the family drama that was about to unfold and asked him how he had learnt about it. He said someone had called up Anuj,my cousin in Bangalore and informed him about the purse and he had called us to inform about the caller  and purse .My dad went on,”Anuj being a nice guy immediately called us and he has given us the number of the caller.The caller had insisted anuj to get us to call him and take the purse from him”. I took the number from my cousin and wondered whether to   take pains for 100-300 bucks. Still I was curious enough to know who had taken so much pains to call up my cousin in Bangalore and how he had managed to get hold of the number. On calling him up he sounded  like a true gentleman and our conversation went something like this

Mr.X (as I would love to call him sweetly):Hello!

Me : Hi.This is Chitra.I had lost my purse in the Kanyakumari Express and I got your number from mr.anuj you called up in Bangalore.

X: hey hi ! I tried a lot to get in touch with you.

Me: Oh Really?!! it wasn’t needed though .I don’t think there was anything precious in itThanks anyways!

X: Oh yeah there are a few things.There are two photographs of yours, your fee receipt,your doctor’s visiting cards,your medical bills,your sim card,Anuj’s visiting card,your beauty parlor card,200bucks etc etc

Me: Oh!!quite a lot of things.I wouldn’t have wanted it back except formy medical bills.Can u just send it across

X:Where do u stay?

Me: dombivli. You?

X: Oh OKk!! I never come there..I stay in Andheri .

Me: I would prefer letting the purse go rather than coming all the way to andheri.

X:Hmm!! Ok I would come to Thane if you could catch up.

Me:Done !! 

We decided the venue, time and day and finally we hung up.I wondered whether he had actually called up people for my purse.Much to my surprise,the entire week I was flooded with calls from people asking me about my purse.I was surprised and embarrassed when my doctor called me up to enquire all was fine. I wondered what a fellow he was. So honest! I was impressed by the honesty. I thought of getting him a token of appreciation so that he never stopped doing such acts of honesty and kindness.

On the decided date , I met him at the venue .I was moving impatiently wondering who it would be.i tried calling him once and he had said he was reaching in no time. Finally got a call from him saying he had reached the spot.On turning back  , I saw a man in his twenty’s with his back turned towards me.I went upto him and said,”Excuse me! Are u..?” He turned back and I was shocked ,rather surprised to see the same ‘reserved’ guy in the next berth. He appeared more handsome now . I gave him the token of appreciation which he wasn’t ready to accept. After much coaxing he finally took it and bid me good bye. We stayed in touch after this episode through messages and calls.His honesty had floored me and to top it his charming looks and nature.

I had indeed met the best person who had influenced me with his honesty .I had indeed met someone who had left imprint in my life in the first few initial minutes of our meeting.It was destiny? Don’t know but then I don’t regret losing my purse even once coz Its been 5 years now and Mr.X is now my fiancée. Yes!!

i met the love of my life enroute .It was indeed a memorable journey so far!

My friend Nikhil….

Please note: There can be spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes but then this post focuses on the feelings more than the technicalities

Mr. Shetty be proud of the fact that you found a place on my blog ;) So just half an hour left for the last day to begin.. Hmmm…!!!

I still don’t remember how we became friends and how we started interacting .I think the project dinner played a catalyst. I never thought we could be good friends rather I never tried being one with you. I never thought giving you a smile...and I believe I too would have topped the list of gals whom you wish to slap once in your lifetime. And I regret it now.. it would have been great had we known each other a bit before than we did now..But then we have our entire life ahead. . And as u always say..”cancer se thodi na marne wala hu”…

I have always found you as a practical guy,very practical but then there have been instances I have seen the softer side of your personality. You have been a cute friend to me. And  I have always loved your sense of humor. You act stupid at times but then  I can bear your stupidity because you are completely worth it..One incident that I would always remember all my life is the way the you wiped off coffee from sandy’s hair and dress..That was one cute moment..now I know you would be like..”Me cute??? NAH!!!”.But then that was actually cute .. One thing I can’t forget to mention is you are straightforward and you don’t care about what people think about you .And that is the most impressive quality about you…That is one thing I like about you…ya just one thing :P hehe!!There is a caring side to your personality too. As also I found you too a bit emotional. You are someone who dreams big and aims to achieve them .I hope all your dreams are fulfilled  and you have a great future ahead.

Soulless Monsters!!! :P

Things  that I am going to miss right from tomorrow: 

1.  Our coffee breaks : they are going to be incomplete without you.No one can fill in your place and your absence would leave a void which cant be filled up.. And yes we have to look out for a new translator from tomorrow :P 
2.     The long walks after 8: Bearing sudhir’s traumatic life experiences alone are going to be be difficult with out you. :P And then we are the proud achievers of titles or rather epithets like “Heartless people”,”Perfect examples of Bad Listeners”, ”Soulless monsters”. Now achieving such titles  alone wouldn’t be that great without you being around.
3.  Our online chats: This is the very foundation of our friendship. I am going to miss this the most..But if you continue chitchatting no matter where you go I wouldn’t mind much…
4.    Me feeding you cakes: You have been my guinea pig heheh!!! Jokes apart..getting things for you have always been a great pleasure and they have given me a feeling of contentment…
5.  Your’s and sandy’s conversations and your and Miss H’s talks(not writing the complete name ..because her omnipresent bro may be reading this too :P:D) 
6.  And your message “Online??”

I am going to miss you loads nix J You are someone with whom I can comfortably discuss stuff and  my share of problems. Many don’t know that we are good friends and many may wonder why would I miss you but then this is a bond that I couldn’t share with many in the workplace. So that makes it even more special. It’s been great knowing you and I would always regret why we dint become friends a year back or few months back.. even though you would say “be thankful for the time spent and don’t regret the times we didnt “ I am someone  who wouldn’t come and tell you all this on your face about what I feel  so thought of expressing it through words..

I wish you all the best in life and hope you have a great great life ahead..

And hope to be friends forever  and hope we stay in touch  J Wish you all the best…

Love And Be Loved




Love is life. This is one feeling which everyone must  experience atleast once in life .And the best part of love is ,this is something that everyone can afford to feel be it rich or poor .Everyone gets a taste of love in their own sweet way. I too have experienced it. I see love in the smallest of the things .Its not always necessary that love means physical love .It can be purely emotional ;it can be between two friends ,two animals etc etc.Love is the most noble feeling ever known.

Some of the things In which I see  love:

Love is when I was born and my mother wept

Love is when my parents left me for office and I wept

Love is when I used to study late nights and my parents used to check whether am sleeping

Love is when I used to be a ranker and my dad just placed his hand over my head without a word from him.

Love is when I bowed down to them for their blessings during exams

Love Is when my parents wait for me to reach home till date.

Love is when my mum calls up during a busy day to know what I ate.

Love is when my mom feeds me even today just because am getting late

Love is when I wait endlessly for that one special person to message and my X2-01 vibrates.

Love is when I wait for the day to end to have the conversation with the special one

Love is when you talk to hundred people of the opposite sex but still get the awesome feeling only with that special person.

Love is when you are fast asleep after a hard day’s work and  someone just puts a warm blanket on you just to make u feel comfy

Love is when I cook terribly and someone says “It’s yummy”

Love is when you are reaching home late and your friend texts you “Reached?”

Love is when someone tells you your imperfections is what makes you special.

Love is when someone lets you have the bigger share of the pie because you so so want it.

Love is when we both smile at each other and think of forgetting the last night fight.

Love is when someone hugs you and tells you were missed the most.

Love is when your sister cleans up your entire wardrobe no matter how many times you leave it messy.

Love is when no matter how many new friends you make, and you still miss someone.

Love is when someone’s boring talks too sound interesting

Love is when that one special message lightens up your mood.

Love is when you get Good morning’s and Good nights from your closest buddies.

Love is when you act stupid and still someone says, ’Go ahead am there with you”

Love is when we both sit silently andstill understand everything

Love is when I see a dumb and deaf couple interacting beautifully ,where I struggle to make people understand with my speech.

Love is when a special needs child does something out of the box and is happy to see their parents smiling.

Love is when your pet refuses to eat something when you are not around.

Love is when your cat refuses to sleep anywhere but on your stomach.

Love is when I wake up in the morning and the first thing I do is to check out my Nokia –X201(my closest buddy who knows my share of secrets) for the one special message .

Love is when I look the worst and still some one texts “you are beautiful”

Love is when I see an old couple spending time with each other.

Love is when you wait for that special person to reach home even when u stay across the oceans.

Love is when someone tells you , you have it in you even when the entire world goes on criticizing you.

Love is when someone says you mean the world to them.

Love is when someone says you are missed the most.

Love is when someone says they look forward to your messages and calls  .

Love is when someone says you are one of a kind and awesome at that.                              

Love is when you keep a gift hidden under your dad’s suitcase and wait to watch his excitement hiding behind the door.

Love for me is all of these .These smaller joys of life  keep me sane.I love the smallest things of my life. They make my life worth living. Everyone needs a hug ,a pat including your pets at the end of the day. Love Is something that can only be felt and not described or shared. Most of the time we ignore the small joys of life for the expensive ones like having coffee with your sweetheart in your balcony rather than the CCD’s ;having a romantic dinner with your wife at your place rather than being in the crowded expensive hotels, playing with your dog, telling your close ones what they mean to you once in a while etc etc.Being loved makes me happy happier happiest. Like someone has rightly said

There is only one happiness in life—to love and be loved

Miracles- Do they happen?




You don’t believe in miracles until they happen to you.

Buzz buzz went my mobile phone. The phone hadn’t stopped ringing right from the morning. And my Nokia – X201  has been my only companion through ups and downs right from the day I brought it home. We were expecting some kind of bad news that day. We were in a dilemma as to what should be the step taken .We all were having sleepless nights right from the day we got the news my uncle had been admitted to the Cancer Unit at Wockhardt hospital.

Flashback: 3 months back ,after complaining of irritation in the throat area for a long time; my uncle was diagnosed with cancer ; cancer around the diaphragm region. The entire family was shocked. We prayed that the news be wrong.But then the medical reports had arrived and it was all in front of us. It took time to sink in that someone hale and hearty was all of a sudden diagnosed with the killer disease .We all were restless but the only person who kept his calm and cool was my uncle. He seemed quite normal about it. He left like usual to his office the next day leaving all of us baffled. He visited his doctor regularly and would also get admitted for his chemotherapy sessions too. And then would again regain his office routine. He got his younger daughter married all when he knew that he was diagnosed with the last stage cancer. Everytime he got admitted to the hospital he used to come back with a  vengeance and a better progress report.All through these months ,we had seen in him the will power to live his life to the fullest, to see his grand kids and to be back to normal. Whenever I met him in hospital I could see In him the power to fight back. He taught me a lesson which I would never forget all my life ,the value of LIFE.

Last month, again my phone buzzed ,I was in the office when my mum called up to say that my uncle had been admitted with a clot in the brain and that he had fainted back at home. He was admitted and doctors had refused to work on his clot because he was a cancer patient and it was critical working on him. The doctors had given up hope and started administering medicines hoping something would work out. Two days he was unconscious without any improvement. The doctors gave up on him .He was put on a ventilator. The family prayed for a miracle.

And the prayers were answered. Third day he regained consciousness and the doctors could see him responding to the medicines. He had started talking .Doctors had marked him out of danger and the clot was reduced in size with the help of medicines. Doctors said this was nothing short of a miracle. Coming back to life and with the clot all reduced, was a miracle indeed. Being on death bed and then being granted life is a MIRACLE

 I had paid him a visit a week later and I didn’t know how to initiate the conversation. I simply asked him,” How are you?” And he said am fine and asked me “How are the others”. Then again silence fell. I stood there waiting and looking at him and keeping my phone for once away from me. Millions of thoughts ran through my mind.I didn’t know whom to thank for this. I wondered there are so many people who commit suicide when faced with  problems and hurdles and then there was this man who had faced death twice{ once when he realized he had Cancer(Cancer patients die a death hundred times fatal than the actual death when they go through the chemotherapy sessions and radiations) and when he slipped into unconsciousness } and still wants to live this badly .He still says he’s fine when he knows he’s all hollow from within. It’s the spirit that kept him going and is still keeping him alive. He taught me the value of life. He taught me how precious life is.Everytime I think I am fed up of this and that,I think of him and then realize your problem is nothing as compared to what he has been going through.

For all those who are fed up of their problems and wants to take the leap off the 18^th and 20^th floor, there are much bigger problems in life. Value your life. Miracles don’t happen again and again and for all. It happens only with those who try for it.Remember God helps only those who help themselves.

 I believe if you want to live survive or fight out the worst situations in life have a will power that no one can beat, not even your death.   

Book Review: Harbart

Harbart is a novel written by Nabarun Bhattacharya (in Bengali - Herbert) and translated in English by Arunava Sinha. This is the story of Harbart, a dimwit, good for nothing fellow who suddenly rises to fame with this extra ordinary skills of interacting with dead. Does he actually talk to the dead as he claims? Or is it his own delusions speaking ?

The author summarises his book  as :

"Harbart Sarkar, sole proprietor of a business that brings messages from the dead to their near and dear ones left behind on earth, is found dead in his room after a night of drinking with local young men. He has killed himself. Why? Was it a threat to his business which brought him money, respect, a standing in the family, more clients and fame? Or was it a different ghost from his shadow life, where he was constantly haunted by his own unfulfilled dreams and delusions?"

The plot begins with the death of Harbart. Was it a suicide or natural death?  Harbart’s life revolves around four of his friends and alcohol; alcohol being the most prominent part of his life. Harbart is described as a good for nothing fellow always looked down upon his close and near ones. His relatives have never accepted him and they have been so indifferent to his presence in the house .They hardly bothered about his life,the way he lived. His existence in itself had no meaning for his close ones. He rose to fame as the spirit talker.People from far and near came to him to get the messages of their close dead ones interpreted. Was it for real? Could harbart actually interpret what the dead ones wanted to convey? This is for you to read and know.

I haven’t read the original Bengali book so I can’t comment upon how much justice is done to the translation. Translating a book by keeping the underlying emotions intact is a herculean task in itself. Kudos to Arunava Sinha for keeping the Bengali Literature alive  through this translation. The book is difficult to understand .The poems have no rhyme no meaning to it. The writer should have explained the context and the meaning of the poems. Another phrase a novice reader wouldn’t understand is the “piu  kahan”.There are certain sections where i just flipped through without reading.So overall this book is worth a buy for all those who have read the original Herbart and want to see the translated piece in English. For others its worth a borrow.

Rating : 2.5/5

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It happened to me...

This is an official entry for KFC Fiery Contest held by Indi blogger.

This is a real life incident which happened to me around ten years back; an incident
which changed my life ,which changed my perception towards several things that
happen around us.

Ten years back , one rainy morning I stepped out of my house as usual for my
tuitions.I was in standard 8th then. It was the last day of Ganesh Chaturthi and
around 7 in the morning. It was drizzling.It was wet & cold everywhere. I loved
the cold breeze hitting my face. There were hardly people on the roads due to the
festive occasion. It was unusually silent everywhere .My classes were about 15 min
away from my home and I used to walk my way to my classes.

Two routes led me to my destination-a long route and a short one. Me being a lazy
kid chose the shortcut route which would help me reach my target just in five
minutes unlike the other route. The short cut route meant crossing a narrow lane ;
by narrow I mean only one person could enter from both the ends at the same time.
If more people entered, one would have to literally squeeze in their way out. This
route was always avoided by people during the late night hours because the person at
one end couldn’t see the person coming from the other end until you reached midway.
And if something unfortunate ever happened midway it would take another five minutes
for you to cross the lane to reach the main road where the lane ended. The lane was
like a snake ,long unending,the mouth and tail of which were miles apart.
For me it was just another day.I entered the lane and it suddenly started raining.I
saw a man in his forties clad in a lungi walking towards me. I took out my umbrella
and started walking towards the other end of the lane.We both were walking towards
each other.When I had seen him he was at quite a distance and so I was busy trying
to switch open my umbrella. In no time I felt someone groping me and fondling my
breasts.By the time I realized what was happening, I saw him running away.I followed
him still unsure of exactly what to term the act he had done to me.Within seconds he
had disappeared.He was nowhere in sight. I came out of the lane back from where I
had started ,completely shaken,scared and not knowing what had happened to me.I had
lost the guts to cross the lane all alone. I knew he had done something wrong to me
and I wanted to reach my parents somehow.

Ten years back there weren’t any cell phones, sex education wasn’t mandatory as it
is,our families never discussed sex, molestation, rape. I don’t mean to say there
weren’t any rapes and molestation cases ten years back but then during my school
days my parents never explained me all this because it was never needed.I called up
my parents from a local booth and I didn’t know what to tell them as to what had
happened. I had done no wrong but then the conservative attitude of not discussing
such dirty stuff stopped me from coming up with the truth and i lied to my parents
someone tried to snatch my gold chain. They would also know what had happened to me
then with this post.

At night, my mom was worried about how I would go the next day. My dad was like
why do you have to choose a path which people avoid when chain snatching is ona
rise. Why can’t you go via the longer route. I was asked to stop wearing gold chain
for further safety. Right from childhood days I am someone who would never support
something wrong that ever happened. I just stood there and told my dad “Why would I
change my route when I haven’t done anything wrong. If u wish to drop me daily you
can come with me, if no, I am not changing any route ,any path”And the conversation
ended there forever.

I was scared for a few days but then there was no change in my plan to use the same
route again. All I thought was I hadn’t done any wrong and I am not encouraging

someone who does wrong by me changing my way. Days passed by and After a period of 3
months, as usual I was going for my classes. I entered the lane and there were some
other ladies too who were behind me in the lane. They too had entered the lane at
the same time with me. I reached midway and I came face to face with the same man.
A chill ran down my spine. I could no way forget his face for the act of his. He too
had recognized me and gave me a smile; a smile that still gives me goose bumps. I
trembled but then I knew I had to get out of the lane to save my self. I was sure
of the fact that he wouldn’t do anything in the lane since there were ladies behind
me.I dint want to create a scene in the lane because I wasn’t sure the ladies would
be of any help then. i ran my way out of the lane,and after walking few steps out of
the lane I turned back only to find that he was following me and was at a hand’s distance.
My heart raced , it thumped against the walls and I was totally blank. That was a
moment where I was going through mixed emotions of anger, fear, a wish to teach
him a lesson. But something in me kept me going .I knew running to a crowded place
could save me of the worst that awaited me.The roads were empty since it was an
early morning time, but I didn’t lose hope.Getting into any unknown building wasn’t
any safe option either.I kept running and he kept following.Suddenly I saw a man in
his fifties coming out of a building.I believe he was out for a morning stroll.The
moment I saw him my quick mind and my fiery tongue (Which was always as fiery as
KFC grilled Chicken)was put to work. I told the entire ordeal to this man who was a
god in disguise for me that day. He alerted some other men .In the due course the
molester understood that I had alerted people around and started running. Someone
managed to nab him and the crowd gave him a thrashing of his life. My presence of
mind saved me that day.

I didn’t write this to garner sympathy but to pass on a message.
“Educate your kids about things happening around you. Sex Education is mandatory.
If schools don’t provide it ,parents are the best teachers in the world …start
educating your kids. Let your kids know what all things can happen to them and how
to deal with it. Make them strong physically and mentally. Make them fearless.Create
a bond with your kids where you can discuss any topic under the roof.Deal such
incidents with sensitivity.If you see someone being sexually abused don’t wait and
watch, you could be the next. Raise your voice against it”.

I realized that day your safety is your concern and no one else’s. Stand up for
yourself. Stop criticizing the system. Fight for your self first and you would see
the world fighting for you. I was lucky that day. I may or maynot be lucky again.
Not every day someone would turn up as a saviour. Cursing the system doesn’t help
either when things are happening to you. I realized years later what that man did
to me was called MOLESTATION.I was molested. This is something which is a common
occurrence these days. But how did it become common? Why don’t you stop and slap
someone who touches you at all the wrong places when you are stuck in a crowded
place, when someone tries to pinch or feel your butt ,why do we always have a next
time for teaching such people a lesson they have never learnt for every wrong thing
done to us now.
If there is any time that’s right to start teaching such perverts a lesson its
NOW!!!Bring that fire in you out!!!