They try to keep us down, But we will never flee
We won’t be silenced, No matter what they see
We will never be complacent, No matter what they preach
We know the power of our voice, And it’s within our reach
Tag: Motivational
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They try to keep us down
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Defying the Universe’s Limitations
Defying the Universe’s Limitations
Infinite cosmos, vast and wide,
Limitless possibilities reside,
But we are not bound by fate,
We can rise above and create.The universe may seem to control,
But we can break free and unfold,
Our potential knows no end,
Defying the universe’s limitations, we transcend.
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It Takes Someone #Poetry
It Takes Someone
to crack an egg
break it apart
but remember beaten eggs
make savory omelets
It takes someone
to cut a tree
saw it down
make it fall
but remember fallen wood
makes homes for all
It takes someone
to light a candle
make it shine
brighten a room
that once was dark
like a tomb
It takes someone
to plant a seed
grow a garden
to till the soil
that once was harden.– VishalDutia
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A Womans Voice
A Mothers Voice
The first that you hear kisses your tears and soothes your fears
A Lovers Voice
Who’s whispers of entice and perplex your body’s reflex An Awesome Voice That shouts out loud stands up and is proud not lost in the crowdA Powerful Voice One that rallies and fights without losing sight asserting its rights
A Survivors Voice
Riddled with pain no longer in chains her monsters slainA Warriors Voice
Strong and controlled without being told breaks free of the moldAll the above
Warm like a glove
And full of loveHappy International Women’s Day!!
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Gold
My spirit can not be tarnishedMy will can not be bentLike goldI am invincibleMy value can not be pricedMy life can not definedLike goldI am impenetrableMy thoughts can not be containedMy character can not be taintedLike goldI am pureMy love can not be given freelyMy time can not be wastedLike goldI am expensiveYou can not destroy meYou can not make me disappearLike goldI am immortal
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Never Give Up
Never give up.
Don’t ever surrender.
When all seems lost,
fight to the end.
You don’t know
the limits of your strength.
Nobody does,
you can endure the length
of any struggle, battle or hardship.
Show these motherfuckers
where your heart is.
Hours will be few,
but the minutes will be long.
Show them what it is,
what it means to be strong.
Charge head first,
or take your time and plan it.
They’ll try to break you,
but you’re made of granite.
You’re like a coal chunk,
born in intense heat.
Refined by pressure,
always rise to your feet.
That’s how how diamonds are made.
You can’t be defeated,
prohibit fear,
doubt and retreat.
It’s not about being paid.
It’s about power
and determination.
Doesn’t take much to
deter my nation.
Run faster,
jump higher,
lift more,
train longer.
Succeed.
You won’t find the same ease
believe me with me,
because I’m not giving up either
we’ll see who is stronger.
I’m going to destroy you,
show me who’s wrong.
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Tagore’s English rendering from the “Geetanjali” (Shared)
Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments by
narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from
the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches
its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary
desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is lead forward by thee
into ever-widening thought and action-
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father,
let my country awake.
“Geetanjali”
– Rabindranath Tagore
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The Road Taken
Shaded, faded, degraded
But i promise you my ending verse would be I MADE ITGrated, rated, penetrated
Hope is with what all my pain I tradedWaited, bated, segregated
You trying, well so am I, therefore you won’t see me retrogradedPierced, teared, speared
Failing is something I never FearedCheated, bleed-ed, mistreated
No appreciations, no acknowledgements, little bit of understanding is all I neededRaided, shredded, perforated
No matter how dark the tunnel gets, for them dreams I WILL MAKE MY OWN WAYBitten, smitten, mistaken
Words above define my ride, feel my rhyme and make the most of THE ROAD TAKEN..
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BALANCE SHEET Of LIFE
Birth is your
Opening Stock.What comes to you
is
Credit.What goes from you
is
Debit.Death is your
Closing Stock.Your ideas are your
Assets.Your bad habits are
your Liabilities.Your happiness is
your
Profit.Your sorrow is your
Loss.Your soul is your
Goodwill.Your heart is your
fixed AssetsYour character is
your
Capital.Your knowledge is
your
Investment.Your age is your
Depreciation.And finally :
ALWAYS REMEMBER,
GOD IS YOUR AUDITOR*Have a nice balance sheet of Life*
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Dear, Never Give Up
When they drag you down,
don’t let them be the end of you.
Pull away,
brush yourself off,
and keep on moving forward.
Don’t stop.
You’ve gone so far to give up now,
so keep your head up high and believe that
you’ll achieve greater.© VishalDutia
Image © VishalDutia
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Do It, Go For It #Poetry
There are some things you will never know
Unless some things you learn to let goAnd some things that you’ll never find
Unless you take the chance of lifeHow will you know if you can swim
If you never try and dive right inOr find you’re not afraid of heights
If the mountain you never climbHow will you ever learn to fly
If you never reach out for the skyAnd how will you ever know of love
If you first don’t give some things upHow will you ever know this life
If you don’t give it a tryAnd how will you know the pleasure of it
If before you start you’ve already quitDo It, Go For It.
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SPEAK UP! For The Sake of Womanhood. #RealStory
What This Girl Did To Her Molester On The Delhi Metro Is Something Every Girl Should Learn From.
We often hear about eve teasing, but what makes this story different is the immense courage shown by this girl who refuses to be called a “victim”. Thanks to Megha’s brave act, her molester is behind bars! This is a shout out for all those who have faced similar incidents – being silent is not the answer. Speak up and save others from going through the same. We are sure that this molester from the Delhi metro will think a hundred times before doing something similar again.
It was a Saturday afternoon I had lunch with a friend in Gurgaon before I decided to head home. The metro, for those who do not take it or do not belong to Delhi, can get crowded and air tight to an extent that the Tupperware guys could take inspiration from. I luckily managed to find a seat till Rajiv Chowk metro station (Connaught Place) where I had to change my train. The doors opened. By the way, I was in a regular and not the women’s only coach – why is this little detail important for this post? Well the answer lies ahead.
So where were we? Yes, the doors opened and people began to flood in. I tried to push and nudge my way out but with no luck. With a huge sigh I decided to get off at the next station – New Delhi. As I positioned myself close to the exit door, I felt a sense of unease run through my body, like someone has pierced their gaze on me or someone is watching me. Suddenly I felt something touch me from behind. With half my mind on trying to get off at the next station, I turned thinking it was someone’s bag or hand touching me repeatedly. I turned to see a man in a white kurta (long shirt) staring right at me and he had no baggage with him.
In fact, both his hands were clenching the railing next to him. But if both his hands were up there, what was it that… I got my answer as soon as I lowered my sight. There beneath that long shirt I could clearly see that this man was UNZIPPED. I felt the blood rush to my head, boiling and fuming, and fury ran through every nerve in my body.
Within that fraction of a second every single eve teasing incident and every darn face of those guys who had the guts to molest someone I knew, flashed in my mind. Before I knew it, my voice escaped my lungs and there I was, screaming at the man who had dared to mess with me.
‘KYA problem hai?’ (What is your problem?)
‘Kya samjh rakha hai saale?’ (What the hell do you think?)
‘Himmat kaise huyi teri?’ (How dare you?)
These were some of the things I uttered looking right into his eyes. He was startled and started blabbering that he is sorry and insisted that it was his hand that touched me by mistake. “Your ‘HAND’ that comes out from your pants? How the hell was your zip open?” I was screaming in a coach full of men and women. Did anyone come forward to help or even displayed basic courtesy to ask me what was wrong? The answer was a big, unsurprising NO. I turned and spotted two men, in fact, smirking at me. Their silence tried my patience and all hell broke loose.
I held that (namesake) man’s collar and dragged him out of the train. He was on a loop mode ‘It was my hand, it was a crowded train’. The moment we set foot at the platform he managed to escape. I ran, with all the strength and courage in me. I ran after him making as much noise as I could. A few saw (the tamasha), others gasped, while one man in uniform began to chase him. I went towards the other side and we managed to get hold of him. I yelled again :How dare you? How did you dare to touch me? People like you make Delhi a nightmare for girls! You make us question every time before we step a foot outside. HOW DARE YOU?“
People watched the guards dragging a man to the control room and a girl screaming at him. They only watched.
As we took him to the control room, he told the police that I was mistaken, it was his hand that touched me by mistake and it could happen to anyone because it was a crowded train. “Ask her… it was my hand”, he said. 15 guards, all men, turned towards me as he tried to shame me. But if he had the guts to do it, I had the spine to say it.
You see, anger brings out the strength you never thought you had in you. But in my case, anger brought out a language I never thought I could use! I was outright and I had all the right to be – “Lift up that kurta and you will know exactly what touched me”. There. I said it out loud and clear. The guards felt outraged and charged at him. Within seconds he begged for an apology, and suddenly, the hand in question transformed into a part of his body he wished he never had.
“Why would this girl lie? After all she is taking the blame on herself,” said the police officer to the criminal in front of me. He committed the crime, I raised my voice and yet somehow the shame was on me! That statement reflected the thought process of our society. In fact, it said much more. I argued with the officer and told the man in question that I have lost nothing in this entire episode, and in fact, I will make him pay for this. He immediately begged with an apology and I, instead, insisted on filing an FIR. After a few calls, five friends of mine reached the station to back me up. They were equally angered and showed no mercy.
We moved to Kashmere Gate police station and I slapped a sexual molestation case against him. He was arrested and put behind bars immediately. I decided to not let this one go and appeared at the court on Monday to record my statement in front of the magistrate. Meanwhile, this man has been moved to Tihar jail and will spend his time behind bars until he gets bail.
You see, there are several measures being taken to make our public spots and transport safe. Someone asked me as to why I did not take the women’s only coach? But honestly, that’s not a solution. These reservations in fact paint the idea that it is not ok or safe for women to be in public spaces. It’s debatable, I know, but are reservations really improving the situation? Then what would?
I think the answer lies within us. Unless women put forward that is not okay for someone to touch us and get away with it, nothing will change.
I could just bite the bullet and accept that I was eve teased or molested. Or I can raise my voice and instil fear in the criminal instead of victimising myself. If this man has the guts to unzip in a metro full of people, he probably started off by doing something less offensive to another girl. Her silence was his encouragement. Remember, every time you choose to ignore or walk away, you put someone else in danger.
So I urge women to respect their body and know that it’s okay for you to say that someone touched you without your consent and you have to muster the courage to reach out to the police. I insist. Please, for the sake of womanhood – SPEAK UP!
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