Let me assume a women’s day out. This day need not be the 8th of March, but any other day in the year. It would be a day like any other day in the life of a woman, a day when she walks out of her assumed safe domain to face the vagaries of a male dominated world.

Does a woman feel safe in her day out? Can she walk around without any sense of apprehension and anxiety, as any man could do. Does she feel absolutely safe? Can she stand up with absolute conviction and courage?

I would aspire she could. But regrettably, the reality is that she can’t. As long as she can’t, pronouncing one day of the year as dedicated to women makes no sense at all.

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Travel travails of God
Memoirs in
frustration by the Almighty
As I pen
down the memoirs of that momentous event in my existence or “life” as you know
it better, I still shudder at the thought that impelled me to embark on that
journey to the planet I had created ages ago as a reflection and replica of the
heaven that is my abode.

That fateful
morning, as I looked at the planets moving around with complete harmony in
celestial orbit where I had placed them, I couldn’t resist myself from stealing
a glance at the third one from the right. Oh, yeah! That’s the Earth, I
remembered. I could still recollect the pain and effort it took to create this
little round mass of dust, perhaps my best ever creation till date.
I had fallen
in love with it from the moment I made it and so there was no doubt in my minds
that I wanted to create it as a facsimile of my own abode. You could say, the
thought of a second home, whenever I would be holidaying was surely at the back
of my mind when I decided to fill it up with portable creatures that would
amuse me during my stay.
I still
remember how calculative I was while I placed this planet in the solar system
with just an abundance of whatever it would need and breathed life into
everything around and finally created a being with intelligence almost
equalling mine. I had smiled conceivably for the last time ever that day as I
had kindly named it “mankind”.
Of all the
creations that I had ever made, earth was perhaps the only place where I had
created this species with assumed astuteness and acumen. When I had done that,
I wouldn’t have imagined even in my wildest dreams that this would be the only
place where I would have to send my missionaries and proselytizers to make them
recognise, appreciate and value the reason and rationale of their limited
period existence in that planet before I recall him back to my realm or assign
him an alternate life in a substitute form.
I would
consider it a momentary loss of prudence on my part when I took that historic
decision to embark on the journey to Earth, in disguise. As I took the guise of
my creation, it was to change my destiny for ever.
As I took
human form upon arrival, camouflaged into the semblance and façade of most the
creatures around, I was dark skinned with curly hair resembling in appearance
to them, whom I learnt were now called “people”. The inbuilt global positioning
system guided me that I was in a place called Africa. Beautiful and serene, it
reminded me that it’s almost similar to how I had conceived it ages ago.
But then I
had to move on and so I hopped on to one of those giant machines, people here called
aeroplanes which smoothly guide through the air and transport our mortal body
to wherever we wished to travel.
A rude
culture shock was awaiting me as soon as I landed at this new place called
Europe. I was stared at, frowned at by almost everyone who walked past me and
it didn’t take me too long to understand that it was the colour of my skin that
repulsed them.
Racism, I
soon learnt is what they described it where the majority of the people in that
place and in another distant place called America, being fair skinned
considered themselves much superior than the kinds like me. There was no way I
could explain to them that I had built all of them with these bare hands of
mine but they wouldn’t perhaps understand and the darker skinned people were
destined to live as children of a lesser God.
I had to
survive as long as I lived there and though reluctantly, I shed my darker
membrane and adopted the fairer one to soon become one among them and be so
easily acceptable to them, before one day I boarded a plane again to land in a
place called Arabia.
I was
relieved that I did not have to peel off that sheath yet again here as everyone
had an almost similar casing. But my joy was quite short lived. During my stay
on earth so far, I had seen people congregate occasionally at some physical
structure, mostly ritualistically to either to beg, plead or implore in unison
to one of the apostles I had sent here years back.
However, at
this new place, I found that people sought allegiance to another one of my
evangelists blindly refuting and disregarding the teachings of the other
without even trying to correlate the similarities to understand that the
teachings were the same in different ways of comprehension.
I was aggrieved
and wounded to witness wars being raged between the so-called supporters of
one of them against the followers of the other, declaring that the conflict and
confrontation is in my name and honour claiming that their supreme sacrifice in
this “holy war” is what would bring them closer to me.
My next
destination was a place called Asia where a much bigger
surprise was in store. I was astonished at the revelation of the believers of
several of my missionaries co-existing, though certainly not in harmony. 
The feeling
of co-existence wasn’t pleasant at all, for anywhere I went, I was asked to
declare my religion which I had no clue about. While there was a place of
worship where I was denied entry till I prove my physical and mental fidelity
to that sect, in others, I was deprived of the privileges accessible only to
those who had vowed to those sets of beliefs practiced there.
It was
shocking for me beyond comprehension that some my own creation were not allowed
inside these structures where they believed I reside just because they were biologically
born as women and possibly considered inferior in strength and power to the
other section called men.
I could
certainly not fathom the idea of another disunion among my creation based on a
material aspect called money which they believed could enable them to obtain the
pleasures of their life on this sphere. At most of these created structures of
worship too, the privileged ones on this dimension would have easier access to
On and off,
wherever I went, I used to meet a few Samaritans trying to profess the true
teachings that I had intended to be recognised here but more often than not,
such souls were ridiculed, mocked and scorned upon.
As I resumed
back to my domicile, I was lamenting on how distorted and mislead in judgements
and beliefs, this creation of mine had become since I had shaped them bestowing
them of almost all of my intellect and acumen.

The human
race, the mankind as I had named them, was probably not kind enough, and
certainly not the kind that I had wished them to be. 

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To be or not to be – The JNU debate
issue in debate:

The issue of Afzal Guru’s hanging is purported
to be the reason that led to the showdown between the JNU Students’ Union and
JNU Students’ Union pasted posters across the
campus inviting students to a protest march against the “judicial killing” of
Afzal Guru.
ABVP members wrote to the VC stating that such
type of protests should not be held, prompting University administration to
cancel the permission.
JNU administration initiated a disciplinary
inquiry as to how the event took place despite withdrawal of permission.
Delhi Police registered sedition charges
against many Students’ Union leaders and Union President arrested.
The arrest of the Students’ Union leader has triggered
outrage among students and criticism by opposition dubbing it as an emergency like
The Government has issued a statement that JNU
cannot be the hub of anti-national activities and freedom of expression cannot
be absolute and unqualified and reasonable restriction has to be imposed.
Some ex-servicemen, alumni of the University
have threatened “degree-wapsi” stating that it is difficult for them to be
associated with an institution that has become the hub of anti-national
view in debate:

I do not find any logical reason to believe
that the Supreme Court judgement of the hanging of the terrorist, Mohd. Afzal
(known widely as Afzal Guru), a member of the terrorist organisation, the
Jaish-e-Mohammed who was involved in the storming of the Parliament of India by
five terrorists in Dec 2001, is wrong by any means.
But I surely have several logical reasons to
believe that when the Supreme Court had confirmed the death sentence on Afzal
Guru in December 2006, he being finally hanged in February, 2013 after a delay
of more than six years is wrong by all means.
Operation Three Star, the secret execution of
Afzal Guru inside the jail premises without prior intimation to his family and
burying afterwards inside the jail grounds denying his body to be handed over
to his family may have been condemned by some legal experts and international
human rights groups, and termed as “judicial killing”, but the desperate
clemency pleas to stall the execution over the six years by politically
motivated forces is certainly a persuasive representation of our country’s tactical
and deliberate, if not intentional failure to combat terrorists who are
becoming more unabashed and blatant after each attack.
If our country continues to delay in implementing
the judgements passed by the apex Court, be it in the case of Afzal Guru or
Yakub Memon, questions are bound to be raised on its abject and dismal failure
to protect its citizens.
If one city after another is allowed to be
subject to terrorist attacks, all clearly indicating the handiwork of Islamic
terrorists who detest everything a secular and democratic polity of India
espouses, comparisons are bound to be drawn with USA which has been successful
in preventing any further attack on its homeland post 9/11.
Why is it that when the US retaliation by
attacking Afghanistan and flushing out Osama from his supposedly safe haven in
Pakistan or the tenacity and modes of retribution by the Israeli forces,
however high-handed these may be, are looked upon by us in envy, the Government’s
decision to bury the terrorist’s body inside the prison grounds to prevent a
public funeral, considered “judicial killing”?
verdict in debate:

We live in a democratic country where everyone
has the freedom of expression but the same advocates of freedom should also
understand that such a freedom of speech and expression has to be restrained
with responsibility.
It is absolutely fair if some section of the
community, and in this case a few students of JNU, decided to express their
disagreement on the manner adopted to hang Afzal Guru, but it is grossly unfair
and absolutely unacceptable that we should close our eyes and ears to raising
of anti-national and destructive slogans such as “Bharat ke tukde honge hazaar”
(translated as India will be broken into a thousand pieces) or “Bharat ki barbadi
tak jung zaari rahegi” (translated as Our fight will continue till India is
The protests by the self-proclaimed student intellectuals
is nothing new as we had earlier seen the hanging of Yakub Memon having led to
protests at University of Hyderabad, but let us collectively at least agree
that sloganeering against India is surely not acceptable as this is going to
hurt the collective conscience of our nation and we, its citizens.
“Nobody is safe in Pakistan, not even Osama-bin-Laden.
Everybody is safe in India, even Ajml Kasab, Yakub Memon and Afzal Guru”. It is time
that we join hands to prove that comments as above just remain jokes circulated
over the social media than turn into harsh reality.
If we don’t do it, the albatross of Afzal Guru
and Yakub Memon’s ghosts will remain a noose around the neck of gullible poor
countrymen like us.
It seems, the Hamlet-ian
dilemma of “To be or not to be” pales in comparison to the more potent dilemma
now, “To Hang or not to hang”.

A concerned citizen….yesteethatsme
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