And She Went Home!

It was 6:40 pm when she left her friend's birthday party venue. She left early as, sun sets very quick leaving the streets scary dark in winter days in Kathmandu. She had a deadline in her home...and had to reach before 8pm, before her father arrives home from work.She didn't have any vehicle though, she had to take either a local bus or a cab. "Cab", She thought. She couldn't trust a public vehicle for some reasons..She wore a beautiful blue dress, that defined her hourglass figure ...with that make up on; she shone with the glitters and the maroon coloured lipstick she wore absolutely enhanced her  beautiful lips..her legs looked perfect with those  high heels ..she was a pretty lady.
She was cold. She wanted to find a cab and rush to her home. She looked at her watch it was 7 pm already and her home was 45 minutes away....she had a hard time finding one. Even if she did, the cab drivers were not ready to drop her..some were too lazy...some wanted more fare...the negotiation was a failure then. She was tensed for a while until she found another 4th cab to approach to. She went near it, bent over the driver's seat and said, "Will you please go?", The driver like the others  didn't seem to be interested at the first...Later, his eyes caught her! He carefully examined her..top to bottom! She kept on requesting...bargaining with but he simply nodded and his eyes..! His eyes were elsewhere..it couldn't stop checking out her beauty with an ugly erotic mind! She realized...she knew the vulture eyes, she had seen it before! She just walked away without a word....But the driver wanted more of her sight...so he called her...again and again agreeing to her surprisingly, in a second, in the hope that she would be back. But she didn't, she just walked away with the ignorance like she didn't even hear the man's voice!

She decided to walk home. She was in disgust and fear...No no, it was not the darkness, It was the people in the road and their intentions that came out in their faces. It was that. That was darker and scarier that the cold night..It was chilly...cold wind hit her face and her slender legs...She passed by lots of men! Some called her, looked at her with weird expressions...laughing about some thing they found hilarious....They sat there, fearless, regardless of the darkness, smoking; chatting...mumbling, giggling....."Oh beautiful lady, Where are you going, want company?", "Don't you know the time is not good, the people are bad....you shouldn't walk alone at this time wearing such clothes". "Shall I drop you home?" Like they meant it for real! she didn't react...no she was not a coward...she was full with rage,anger, anxiety inside but she wasn't sure what would her reaction result. So, she kept quiet and just struggled to walk faster. "Girls these days", said a middle aged woman at a shop she passed..."Rich parents' spoilt brats"..."Look at the kind of short dresses they wear.." "Sluts"...
She was devastated with the comments! Her house was 15 minutes away..she looked at the watch it was 7:35 pm..She thought of calling a friend who lived nearby to pick her up. She dialled the number.....Busy....tried again...busy again...for the last time she thought; crossing her fingers, still walking and a fast-beating heart..."Hello", a voice came over...She was relieved..but that feeling didn't seem to last long as her friend was too 'Busy' to pick her up. "Sorry, Take a cab", the friend said. She didn't want to bother anyone more so she decided to make it herself. Enraged, she walked faster.
Her heart pounded as she passed through people, hoping for a little kindness, a little chivalry...."These faces...", she thought..."They appear priest-like in the daylight and finally scavengers; the reality behind these faces..". She stumbled ...her heels were not supportive to the speed she took! She walked; dis balanced,looking like a mess..sweaty...her make up couldn't hide her fright. She just wanted to go home.

She entered a very dark, silent area...her way towards home...there was no other road to take...It was just silent. No inhumane comments, No pathetic remarks, no scary looks...nothing! Still, Her heart leapt.  All of a sudden, a  tall,bald drunk man from the behind came stumbling..singing....she was scared...trembled.....the cold weather couldn't stop her from sweating..."Wow, what a piece!", he said. By this time her fear had reached heights. "Come on over here", he said. Her heels disrupted her from walking faster. She didn't utter a word. The drunk man started following her..."Where will you go?", "You are mine tonight".......

She took out her heels and ran....just ran.......didn't bother about her feet getting dirty...and ran....The drunk man continued running,following and calling her but the level of alcohol he had in his body didn't allow him to run any further,he fell and lied down near a bush! But she didn't stop....she had been through a long frustrating night....she just wanted to sense her mother's warm presence.. see her little brother's innocent face..her home...the safest place she felt she would ever be in..she wanted to escape the horror of that night.

It was 8:05 pm, she was finally close to her home. In her own locality, her neighbours...So,she tried to be as much as normal as possible..wore the heels back again...managed her dress, her hair; that got all messed up...wiped the tears and  the sweat on her forehead.  She finally reached the gate of her house. Ringing the doorbell she tried to look alright..as if she hadn't been through anything that happened..she didn't want her mother to worry....with a fake smile on her face..her heart beating less faster than before trying to catch the normal beat,she stood there.. waiting.. Her mother opened the door,"You're late", she said looking not too happy. But she just smiled and hugged her mother.




:) :)

Writing what I feel: A misunderstood Reality

Writing what I feel: A misunderstood Reality: We live in a society where growing up can be tough. Tough in a way that it is always bounded by  certain out-dated philosophies and concept...

A misunderstood Reality

We live in a society where growing up can be tough. Tough in a way that it is always bounded by  certain out-dated philosophies and concepts. The traditional ways of thinking and attitudes of our very own family and relatives can always challenge our dreams, passions and the type of education we want to take or type of career we want to pursue. In this article below I would want people to know something that I have always wanted to say screaming from a hilltop,(with an echo effect) so that all my dear people around me could get it LOUD AND CLEAR.

It is not new to us if I say that The Doctors, The Engineers and currently the new added version of being called a successful person, The Chartered Accountants(another torture to the non-bookworms) are the kind of people that our society always gives the highest order of values and respects. They are the "Stars" of our society. After that comes The lawyers, The bankers,The professors; these thereby follow the first rank of successful people. Okay so, where are the others? The others? Who?

My indication is towards those people who rather chose to follow their own dreams and passions rather than becoming people's favorite by choosing a high-ranked career . They didn't worry about what people would think or they didn't fear of the torments they would receive for being "Nothing much" in life. Now I am not offending all the doctors or the engineers or the chartered accountants here, I don't mean to say that all of the people choose the above mentioned as their careers just to gain a high social stature. Yes many of you might genuinely have a passion or a drive towards them, but I am just trying to emphasize on the fact that our society follows a cliche. A cliche that still remains unchanged. A cliche that if you want to be happy and successful you must study hard and gain a secure career which is of course not a film-maker or an actor or a singer or a social worker. None of the above. They have the minimal ranks in society and are only pursued by people who are less intelligent and have not secured impressive percentages as a student.
How often people in our society admire the artists? Their fans do...and? Who else? How many parents want their children to study arts and not science and not management? How many parents would be so damn happy if their daughters would choose to become an actress and not a doctor? How many fathers would be proud if their sons would have a music career rather than engineering? How many distinction holders tend to become a philosopher or a writer? How many? The question is not How many? But in fact it is, Why not many?
Truly speaking we unfortunately live in a place where being rich and successful is the only way life is going to be a great deal. Yes, who doesn't want to be rich and successful? Everyone does but my lovely people Happiness matters. I know we live in a country where an artist doesn't have enough room to grow and earn tons of papers to fill in their bank accounts  or be a lucky owner of a big mansion or be a proud daddy/mommy to a  classy BMW..(No,it doesn't happen in our country :p) in short, acquire the best of luxurious lifestyle and et cetera et cetera...BUT WHEN YOU'RE NOT HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU'RE DOING WILL ALL THAT GIVE THE SAME DEGREE OF SATISFACTION TO YOU?
 Okay imagine this: You have a big house, lots of money, an expensive car, every luxury to pamper yourself...do you look happy? yes, you do..:)  BUT wait! now add this; Everyday you go to your workplace reluctantly, without excitement of doing something new without motivation or a jolly mood, With a regret to not have been able to be a sportsman you always wanted to be, with an envious feeling on seeing the famous sports person on T.V.......Picture all that...Now...Do you look happy?
Talking about the writer of this article, That is of course me ;) I always have been an artistic person...From the very beginning, I loved writing I loved singing, dancing, acting and stuffs like that and I knew that a 9-5 job was not something I want to do in life.Never. When I told this to my family members they said that these are the "EXTRA TALENT" I have and I should rather focus on my studies and try to have a strong career so that I could have a good future and a well-educated(the doctors-engineers types )and well-settled eligible guy as my husband. I know,  sounds dumb right? Yes it does..Why can't I have a career which excites me and which I love being in and a hard-working and a good man who loves me (no matter whatever his job his) to be my life partner instead?
There is a career beyond some career that is only for intellectual and brainy people. Today the horizons of careers have widened, there are lot more options today than there were yesterday but only few in our society have good knowledge about it; but rest of the others still follow the old-school delusional career based thoughts/concepts.
Why doesn't our country produce renowned designers? World-class photographers? Artists like Picasso, musicians like Beethoven, film-makers like Woody Allen,writers like Nicholas Sparks?  Obviously, the mothers of these people, may not have given them some dose of "Talent syrup" or fed them some special food everyday that for some reasons is not available in our country. I mean Why not? Do we lack in talent? No we don't, we lack in inspiration and motivation.
Parents in our country, often pressurize their children into building such careers which is mostly based on bookish knowledge and push to acquire a proper degree and their have been cases when, their children haven't been able to match up to their expectations and they end up being depressed and also reach to the levels of suicide cases. Many continue studying something they are not at all interested in and regret their decisions of not being able to follow their dreams later in life. Guys, Wake up it is the time to do that thing you have in your mind and heart all the time I am talking about your very own dreams; dreams that keep you awake at night, passions that you love being indulged into...something that you really want to achieve in life and not merely your parent's dreams/wishes for you. Yes Parents are an important and one of the biggest priorities in life but its your life and you are going to live it. You are the creator of your own life....your own destiny!!!

We have freedom to live our life then why don't we have a freedom to choose our own path. I think all the parents need to trust their children and encourage and motivate them in being something they want and not their personal decisions. Don't just push them onto stuffs, for the sake of getting a "respectable degree" and earning money. And meanwhile, all the children should have as much courage to go ahead and confess their passions and dreams to their parents. Don't say they won't understand maybe you haven't been able to convince them or maybe because they worry about you and your life or maybe they are not confident on what you're doing as they don't have much knowledge on that. Maybe you have not made much effort. Think people think....every situation has its two sides. Today, Yes today, sit with your parents, talk to them about your dreams, sort it out and go chase your dreams...what are you scared of? Your own birth-givers? Or you don't trust yourself?

So what if you don't earn much as a writer or a sports person or a music artist, You are happy doing things you love. So what if people don't praise you enough, you have no regrets of not following your passions. So what if others are not proud of you, you should be proud of yourself to have had a courageous heart have done what you loved doing at your own risk. So YOU have to decide, Would you want to earn lots of money doing something that you are never going to be interested in? Or,  Would you want to earn  decent enough by doing something you gain  maximum happiness from?
I have always believed that doing what you love is something what you do best! So do what you love it's your life, Live it in your own terms and conditions.


Wrapping it up with a hope to change....a change for good :) :)