Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Unanticipated Scar.. #SupportSangitaMagar

"Scars show toughness: that you've been through it, and you're still standing" as quoted by Theo Rossi, some scars do speak stories of bravery. Wounded scars from battlefield, hardships, struggle, etc. indeed show courage and endurance. But how about those unanticipated scars that you neither wanted nor saw it coming? The ones that innocent victim like Sangita has to live for the rest of her life from an unexpected acid attack? The scars reminding her of bravery that she didn't even deserve or have to show in the first place.

I really feel bad for that young girl and a couple of her friends who had to go through this horrific incident. It's surprising to see how some people think it is okay to play with somebody's life like that. I mean what was he thinking? I am not sure what the story/reason is behind this act. There could be millions of either trivial or big reasons behind it; nevertheless, no action in the world deserves such brutal and inhuman crime the offender committed.

It is really saddening to see people from our society being encouraged to copy such negative influences from others. This incident luckily got big attention from the citizens and the media. So hopefully the concerned officials will be compelled to charge the guilty with something bigger than just a few thousands of rupees and a few months of imprisonment. Otherwise, that will just encourage more psychopaths to continue with such crimes.

Here's a sketch of the criminal that the police got, for your reference. Stay alert and do report if you happen to see this criminal around.

Also, here is a link (started by Lex Limbu as a pledge) if you are looking to support Sangita Magar to get through her medical bills.

I know many people shun donations. Giving some stranger your hard earned money is understandably tough. But think about all your splurges and maybe you will find something that you could give up for a day? Maybe you could give up a bar of chocolate, a cup of Starbucks coffee, pack your lunch from home instead of eating out, a can of soda, and the like? Something that you can live normally for a day without buying and save that couple of dollars, rupees, pounds... for her. That little something from you could buy her a file of medicine for days. Just think about it!

Don't sweat it if you are absolutely incapable of donating. Keeping her in your prayers for good health is a big support in itself. Spread the word peeps. This criminal needs to be caught and punished so that there won't be anymore Sangitas forced to live a life with scars all over her face and body. Let's raise our voice against it and support Sangita; also through her medical bills if possible!

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Letter from Medical Marijuana: (A Metaphor)

Dear Master,

The day you set me on your bed stand, I knew you were not one of those people who would smoke me up for the wrong reasons. Medical Marijuana, as they have entitled - I have bigger purposes in life. I help the ones in need - those whose pain is greater than the death itself. And I was certain you knew it. For the obvious reason: instead of smoking me up, you chose to set me on your bed stand.

You have always been a healthy person. Hence, I was never a necessity in your life. I have observed that all along. We have seen places together - places that you actually enjoy visiting every now and then; like the clubs or house parties. I enjoy those places as much as you do. We had that in common.  Yet, as always, you never took a puff of me. I was never a bag full of temptation for you. You respected my existence and protected me whenever possible.

There were times when parts of me got stuck in the wrong hands. Yet somehow, like an oasis in a desert, I found my way back to the bed stand, next to you... telling you stories of my suffering and pain. You understood them all because you knew I was a special kind of breed. I was born to help the ones in need. You cussed the abusers with me because you too could feel my pain. You didn't try to help me heal those burnt scars; you knew you wouldn't be able to do it. Nevertheless, you kept me by your side. You never questioned the circumstances or the times I spent in those wrong hands either. All that mattered to you was me setting myself free from those dirty hands.

This went on for years and years. There were times when I wouldn't even see you everyday; yet when you came back it would be like you never left. 

My trust in you started elevating by day, because you never lusted over me. I knew you didn't need me. Like I said, in my eyes you were a healthy individual and in your eyes I was a bag of magic that belonged to a special someone. Someone, whose life would be miserable without me. And someone, who would actually understand my worth.

That was until that day you gave me that look. For the first time, I could see a different kind of pain in your eyes; pain that had a hint of temptation. It seemed like you needed me. I couldn't quite understand why. That is something that I still don't understand. Maybe you needed me to distract your mind from that unfaithful lover who deserted you. Or maybe you needed a distraction from your mundane life filled with nothing but work. There could be many reasons that I may or may not even know. However, what I know for sure is, you didn't actually need me. You could be doing fine without me.

What took me by surprise was the way I started falling prey of your addiction. I felt like I was healing you in one way or another. I grew accustomed to the ecstasy that you got every time some bits of me burnt. Then suddenly, you were able to be up on your own. I seemed to be useless. Maybe it was because your once unfaithful lover found a way back to your life. Or maybe because you got back the thrill you wanted from life. There could be million of reasons that I may or may not even know. Hence, I was no longer a muse in your life. Instead of bed stand though, you shoved me into a dark corner this time. Maybe because you couldn't face me anymore. Or maybe you just didn't care about my existence anymore. There could be a million of reasons that I may or may not even know.

What disappoints me the most is, in the end, like those wrong hands, you used me as well. You used me to fill an empty void resulted from the stress/life you couldn't handle. Then when I got used to your addiction, you shoved me in the corner. Worst part is, I never saw it coming from you. So I am running away from you now, gathering up the bits and pieces that you haven't burnt up yet. I am sure me running away will go unnoticed. But I am leaving for my own sake. I still believe that someday I will make it to the rightful owner and serve my purpose. I hope your memories of betrayal will be burnt down into those parts of me that you lit up and turned into ashes. Stay happy my dear master, I hope to never see or hear from you again! :)

Sunday, February 8, 2015

V-day tribute to the side kick!

With Valentine's Day being just around the corner, how could I miss the opportunity to celebrate love? Love is beautiful indeed. With so much love raining in every street and store around the globe, it would be harsh to post a rant against love. Not saying that I want to anyway! ;) Nevertheless, this post is also not going to be a tribute to the "beloved" or that special someone that the whole idea of V-day is dedicated to. This tribute is rather to that person who is as involved in the special relationship and giving suggestions and ideas all along.

To be honest, my initial thought was to write a tribute to that special kind of love and write about it's glory. Taking a deeper thought into it made me realize who would actually be deserving of the tribute more than the special beloved. I am not sure if it works the same way for our guy friends, but for us ladies - behind every successful or unsuccessful relationship, there has to be a best friend (or two or more) involved in that relationship as much. Not in a creepy way of course. This can however, come in handy to guy friends who are dating girls with a side kick (chic) tagged along! ;)

This person, BFF, best friend, best buddy, or however you would like to address, is an integral part of any relationship. From the first time you find someone attractive, to the first time you start texting that person, to the first date, to the first movie together, to first fight, and many more of these firsts, seconds, thirds.... that you can think of, this person knows each and every detail about the relationship. This person gets almost every screenshot of the conversation that's worth discussing about. This person gets every detail about all the intimacy going on between two people in a relationship. Yupp, transparency is the key here. Dear men, think twice before you text your lady something controversial the next time! ;)

Yes I am talking about the Meredith to Christina kind of friendship, (if you watch Grey's Anatomy) who makes any relationship worth being in. As someone who has been in the worst possible kind of relationships you can think of, I can't imagine going though them without my two special best friends. I am blessed to have these two confidantes in my life. These people are those that have celebrated the bliss of relationship during happy days and also helped pick the shattered pieces & glue them back together after the wreck. 

So I would like to raise a toast to my two best friends and all these wonderful women out there helping their friends either be in a relationship or get out of the messy ones. "Besides, what friends are for, if they can't pick up the pieces a man has left behind" as Emily Giffin quotes in Baby Proof, I can't agree more to this. We all do need that special person who will cherish our happy days and wipe our tears during the darker days in any relationship. Have a wonderful Valentine's Day everyone!