Can Your Anger Kill? July 29, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Anger.Tags: crimes, youngsters
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Neeraj, 16, shared a very friendly relation with his sister, Neelam, 21. Being the younger one, he always looked up to his sister for advice; sharing their little secrets with each other as they grew made their bond even stronger. The youth, today, lives with their young thoughts, behind the veil of which they quite often forget that for some parents, our modern thoughts are still considered as objectionable. What might be the trend of the age for us, may just be something utterly unacceptable to them. So, was the case with Neelam. She introduced her boyfriend (or recently became husband), Vishal, to her brother. The friend in Neeraj , quite happily accepted him, which further created a false impression in Neelam’s mind about her parents’ reaction too, which was starkly opposite. They shoved both of them out of the house. Few days later, Neelam returned to her parents’ house, in tears and with bruises, she told them that Vishal used to hit her badly, but her father, steadfast in his opinions, only uttered that she had committed a huge mistake and didn’t deserve any place in their house. Neeraj, on seeing his sister in such abject condition resisted, shouted, fought against, his father’s actions, but it was in vain. Gradually as time passed, he became aloof, from his schoolmates, his family, and everyone around, but the anger in him continued to grow. And one incident in his school changed his life forever. One day, the usual teasing between him and his classmate Arpit, who was also the nephew of Vishal- Neelam’s husband, took a grave turn, when Arpit began making fun of his sister and how his uncle used to hit her, ‘and that too everyday’. This insult exploded Neeraj’s months of accumulated anger. He broke into a physical fight with Arpit and ultimately KILLED HIM.
Anger. Rage. Fury. They are the worst weaknesses that one can have, if allowed to overpower. Neeraj had months of accrued rage inside him against Vishal, which came out on Arpit, on being instigated. Most youngsters today face with this problem of anger, which they fail to control, hence resulting in such crimes of murders, rapes, and molestation.
Revenge. This is one word that most of us feel when something wrong is done to us or to our close ones. Under the effect of wrath, plus with the feeling of revenge, we might end up doing things that we could never even imagine, just as the A-scholar Neeraj did.
In anger, we generally forget the root of the problem. And in the heat of the moment we tend to do ANYTHING. And usually the victims of this ‘anything’ become the weak and innocent people. If we are infuriated by our parents, we might discharge it by hitting our servants, if things don’t go according to our plan, we might vent it out by abusing other people, breaking things or by being self-destructive. One thing that we must remember is that- anger is always destructive. Anger management is required in almost everyone who feels instances when they lose control over anger, thereby resulting in either hurting others or oneself. Neeraj’s was one incident, displaced anger is among the major reasons of most of the crimes that happen today, hence working towards controlling this feeling is severely required, mostly in youngsters, generally in everyone.
So, the answer to the title- Can Your Anger Kill- is yes ! Everybody’s anger can kill, you might not even anticipate what you might do the next moment, when under the control of anger, for anger is the heinous monster that slowly develops and grows inside you, until one day, when it becomes out of control and explodes, eating either you or someone around you.
The above mentioned incident is a real life incident taken from Gumrah.
By My Lonely Teardrops Fall May 2, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Anger, Breakup, Heartbreaks, Sad.Tags: Betrayal
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Have loads to say, to reveal and fulminate, but no words today, just a song that I sing, because you know what I don’t sting.
My words are precious, won’t lose their comity even in the moments most treacherous. So, I choose to keep them ensconced in my diary, safe, you may have successfully wounded me, but you won’t get to even touch them, believe me. After all, if I vituperate, cuss and if I lash, then what difference from you will I have?
*It’s better to be loved and lost
Never to be loved at all
I wish I could believe these words
By my lonely teardrops fall.
Time to heal this broken heart
I wish I could believe these words
By my lonely teardrops fall! *
Tell Me Truths Lies About Love
February 25, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Anger, Feelings, Humaneness, Life, Love.
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I was run over by the truth one day
Ever since the accident I’ve walked this way.
So stick my legs in plaster,
Tell me lies about Love.
Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain,
Couldn’t find myself so I went back to sleep again.
So fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Love.
Every time I shut my eyes all I see is flames.
Made a marble diary, carved all the maims.
So coat my eyes with butter
Fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Love.
I smell something burning, hope it’s just my brains,
They’re only shoving chilly powder through your veins.
So stuff my nose with garlic
Coat my eyes with butter
Fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Love.
Where were you at the time of the crime?
Down by the Bar drinking slime
So chain my tongue with whiskey
Stuff my nose with garlic
Coat my eyes with butter
Fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Love.
You put your bombers in, you put your conscience out
You take the human being and you twist it all about.
So scrub my skin with curses
Chain my tongue with whiskey
Stuff my nose with garlic
Coat my eyes with butter
Fill my ears with silver
Stick my legs in plaster
Tell me lies about Love.
Oh! No! No! Tell me lies about
Humaneness.
This post is dedicated to the book Speaking of Love by Angela Young.
When The World Blacked Out February 11, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Anger, Feelings, Heartbreaks, Humaneness, Life, Love, Sad, Struggle.10 comments
It’s strange how, sometimes, the saying- कभी कभी अपने भी पराये हो जाते हैं, begins to fit perfectly into the pits of your life.
Wondering whether humans are programmed to be impertinent animals or if humaneness actually exists, I go through conflicting thoughts within myself. Period.
Immense pain suddenly fills my soul, as I sit in the class enduring every tiny fleck of it. Counting every minute as it passes, I curse, as there are still three hours to go before I can rush home. Wondering if I’d be able to tolerate more, and further contemplating if I’d be able to reach home safely; I gather strength, bring in courage seeing that at least I have someone sitting beside me who’d make sure I land home safely. Someone I can rely on.
I tell my friend, “I’m having terrible pain. I don’t know how I’d be able to attend it for the complete time.”
“Tell Sir, go out and take a medicine”, I get a reply.
“No medicine helps me! I’ll bear it till the end somehow.” I try to tolerate the pain as it intensifies.
I, somehow, managed to hold the pain till the terminal, as the class ends. In hopes that my friend would care for my condition, I hoped he’d sternly offer to drop me home making sure I’m safe. Just to make sure I don’t black out and fall somewhere in between, in the route. But, the air abruptly darkens and a skirmish breaks out between us and results in criticism and- in the opposite. Unable to bear it more, I decide to go home on my own, covering the one and half hour long journey completely on my own, with this pain; though inside me I knew it would be really tough and still hoped for some help.
To my surprise, the very next moment my friend rushed his car past me, rushed it towards his home and I was left standing there all alone.
I gathered strength, and began walking towards the Metro Station, now the pain hitting my back as well. Amid my entire journey, I tried to fool the black outs and the dizziness many times, when finally they took over.
I tripped down with black out at the Inderlok Metro Station, the crowd suffocating me. I didn’t know whom to call, I didn’t know how to assemble myself again, I just wanted someone to make me sit. Everything was just black, I could hear voices which seemed like screeches. Chaos. More suffocation.
When finally, someone stepped in to help me, to take me to the bench and offer me with water. Within few moments, I could breathe again, I could see again. The air seemed to clear a little. There was still pain, though, but I felt better as oxygen rushed into my lungs. I called my Dad and finally, reached home.
Today, I was scared. Really scared, when alone.
I don’t know who helped me, I wasn’t in my senses, but whoever did, I’m really thankful. I really needed it.
In the same day, I experienced two paradoxical feelings about humans- कभी कभी अपने भी तुम्हे अकेला छोड़ देते हैं, और कभी कभी पराये भी तुमारी मदद करने के लिए आगे आ जाते हैं |
Still lying in pain weakening all my limbs, I wonder whether it’s selfishness or selflessness that will overpower if I began to estimate.
Well whatever it be, I learnt a lesson on promise day- Not to rely on anyone except your family, at least they’ll make sure you are always safe.
*Promise Day- Ironical*
Period.
India – It’s a One Day Drama here. August 7, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Anger, India, Patriotism.9 comments
Ever got the privilege to witness those local MLAs’ moment of hullabaloo, those expressions of pride on their faces? And for what? Of course, their seminal issues! (Yeah, right!) Their major accomplishment of bringing the LPG gas pipeline to their locality. Bringing in underground telephone lines. Why? Don’t feel these are huge enough? Okay! Okay! Let me tell you even more paramount accomplishments. Decimating the already “finely” constructed road, and getting them re-builded. (Wondering that it is still good, considering atleast some work is done? Wait! Scamper your thought here, let me put it this way.) Defacing the already “finely” constructed road only in front of their houses (mansions, rather) and rebuilding it (and that too, not once or twice, after every fixed interval of time), and this doesn’t end here, it comes with an afterglow. The whole road (their road) is decorated for their “success bash”.
Continuing with their laurels.
Remember the “hugely successful” Common Wealth Games 2010? (yea! yea! I’m not here to salvo the very respectable Mr. Suresh Kalmadi and his achievements, we all are very well aware of that, already. Yeah, filling your pockets over the maximum limit is surely worth to be called an achievement!) Anyway, remember how Connaught Place was cracked and crashed with the speed of light, only to make it appear B-E-A-U-tiful for the “foreign” gentry, which by the way hasn’t been completed even till now and CP is still crashed. Even huger, remember how the roadside beggars and the homeless people were cleared away from the roads with the blink of an eye, to find clean roads decorated with plants everywhere. (ya! I know it’s a good thing, making your place presentable for the guests but, what about abiding by that change later on too? Can’t we always be so presentable? The beggars are back on the roads again, the flower pots have vanished and we are back to being “normal” again. Infact worse.) But, the in-charge people always prefer to keep their eyes closed, and carry on with their gala of celebration.
Caught sight of a similar thing yesterday. The passage crossing for the Keshavpuram Metro Station had been under contruction for ages now, which finally completed yesterday. And like it is a usual scene in India, less work more time, less requirement more material, obviously, it was the same here too. Until yesterday, this passage had been a private “rest house” for all the sleazy kind of people, which was converted into a decorated piece of art, with all the simmering and the flower pots, yesterday. Build under the orders of the Ashok Vihar MLA, of course it was a moment of pride for him and so there had to be a carousal. And so it was, yesterday. Guarded by millions of policemen, clearing off all the Rickshaw valas, that place looked nothing less than a carnival, with songs like Nanha Munna Rahi Hun pouring into my ears. But, like any other person, I was so sure that the moment the Sun sets in, the party would be over forever, and the newly made museum-of-jokers would be converted back into a “bedroom” for cheesy people, (obviously, which would, thereby, help to increase the unpleasant activities) and that’s what exactly happened, today. (Maybe, now it’s my moment to feel proud, after all I had already predicted it. Haha. But, disgusted at this sight too, at the same time.)
Tried to capture it. (Not so clear though, as it’s done rather covertly. But, just a moment of I-Told-You!)
(Wish I had captured what it looked just 24 hours before! Totally contrasting.)
Well, that’s India. Don’t know how we can change it, till the major part of our population continues to be occupied by such “learned” people. But, there’s one thing we all surely can change. Have you got a chance to visit BhartiVidyapeeth “Deemed University – A School of Distant Learning”, lately? (Yeah! That’s what it has been converted to, now. But, that’s not my point of concern at the moment.) Where I’m trying to point at, is the Plantation Drive just near the Paschim Vihar East Metro Station. It’s a really good start but, it seems rather sparse there, and we all can help to make it dense. Not necessarily there, we can plant a seedling anywhere and then who knows it can be a start to make our country presentable always!
Plant a sapling, nurture it into a tree! We would definitely be contributing to Earth as well as our country. That’s my chore for Friendship Day. A friendship with Earth (and to the land where I belong, too)! Hope you include it in your errands too.
~Happy Friendship Day.
Tooth Aches and Heart Breaks.. August 4, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Anger, Excitement, Heartbreaks, Love.15 comments
It pains, it has been paining for days now. It has worsened, the condition has intensified, I can take it no more.
Yeah. My tooth, it is agonizing me to the depths and the pain is causing me to re-fix my jaw after every 2 words of boxing with the keyboard. (Yeah! Boxing and slapping the keyboard, literally. Can’t be in more pain and exasperation, at the same time.) Wait! Did I just say, can’t be in more pain? Oh! How could I forget my “good luck”, that everything bad happens to me at the same time (in fact for my case, the bad never stops happening).
The tooth ache is still bearable but, what grieves me is the contour my life has taken (past plus present plus future, all included). My vanishing trust from Homo sapiens-type-things (yea laugh but, I just don’t feel like calling anyone humans, right now. Humans care. Humans have feelings. Things don’t), my increasing hatred for the complete clan, it bothers me. Maybe it’s the beginning of another Phoolan Devi era (butch, is what I’m trying to actually say here.)
Earlier during the day, I was so crotchety that I thought, if I would sit down to write something, nothing but expletives would come out but, when finally I managed to settle down to transcribe my thoughts, ready to explode, I’m here writing in agony but, sanely. Maybe, my inner self doesn’t allow me for the derision part or maybe because there’s an anaesthetic effect from my tooth medicines, which reminds me, of the tooth operation I have to undergo tomorrow morning and the very thought of it is enough to bring chills down my spine. (Sufferer of The Dentist Phobia, you see!) I wish I had someone (you) for my support, a shoulder (your shoulder) to drive all my terrors away, a hand (your hand) to calm me down. But, the truth is, I don’t.
I don’t usually share the kind of music I like to listen as I believe a person’s music is a window into their soul and I don’t want any more people judging me without knowing me but, just for a change, two pieces very close to my heart.
I love this song!
And..
Yeah, totally conflicting songs but, that’s what I’m going through, a conflict within myself, a commotion of thoughts. And in the end, it doesn’t even matter.
NRIs – Indians at Heart? August 3, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Anger, entertainment, India.11 comments
Why is it that you forget your Indianness as soon as you’re given a chance to leave your country? Are we all desperate wolves in search of “foreign” air?
No! I’m not giving out any orthodox views here, as I, myself, am a strong supporter of modernization and very well understand the corruption going on in India, which leaves most of the youth only waiting for that one chance to just pack their bags and run away ( and I being one of them). But, running away leaving your earthiness (or I may say, your down to earth attitude), is it right? I think, the snobbish behaviour towards the rest of the Indians is not required, after all India is always going to be your home country and you’re always going to be an Indian (no matter how hard you try to mix in with the West).
After the “privilege” of a dinner muster, last night, the first word I could utter from my “estuary” (yea, just trying to add a bit of touch, of the man - the NRI man) was Pretentious. Not going into too much personal stuff, but the man had come to India to marry a relative of mine (second marriage you see, so obviously both the parties have children). Now I personally knew the children of my relative’s, and the condescending nature of the NRI didn’t surprise me to that extent but, I was dumbstruck at seeing the change in attitude of the children (yea, they were going to settle down to America, so what?), the girl had become a complete drama queen.
What left me thinking was, what makes them feel superior anyway? I mean, I understand you’re going away, but look at the girl (not to mention the older people), she is just 13 and she behaved nothing less than 23 (this time).
And not to forget the man, throughout the dinner, sentences like I can’t even imagine what being poor is, is it really true that in some places in India people work only for food and no money is given at all, in America is it like, and Blah Blah Blah, were pouring into my ears. (Ahh! I think my ears have fever now!) I mean just when I was about to salute him at his lack of awareness about the pace of development of India, he gave me another reason to smirk, So both the husband and wife work nowadays in India? Oh! it’s a mini America forming here. Now, this is a thing worth doing hats-off for.
Dude, in which century are you living?
Anyway, I am exposed to both snobbish and down to earth NRI friends and relatives. Basically I feel it is a question of their upbringing and ego which plays a role in their attitude change.
And in the end, we can always choose what we want to be, a snob or a humble person.
