Shadowed nights, with dimly lit streets,
An eerie silence, slowly in it creeps,
Shady people with heads heads held low,
Eyes filled with malice, an evil glow.
Into rooms they go and out they walk,
Torturing the souls to the ticking if the clocks,
Force her, rape her, Alas! Choice she has none,
She is forced into this game of one sided fun.
She sits down quietly, she is young they say,
Where is her childhood to be happy and gay?
She is dressed and jeweled, waiting for her turn,
Under another man’s breath tonight she’ll burn.
She wipes her eyes, there is no place for tears,
Forced into this for her starving family’s fears,
A shadow walks in, into the room he creeps,
For family again, with a stranger she’ll sleep.
We had to give a speech at school about something which inspired us and I was really blank till I remembered the person who played a huge role in my life and shaping it. When I started working on the speech the words flowed almost automatically because they were from the bottom of my heart. So I decided to share it 🙂
Since we are supposed to talk about something which inspires us, I would like to talk about someone who has played a major role in the sixteen years of life, my sister. My sister was my first friend, my first role model and my first hero. My sister was 3 and half years old when I was born to become a part of her world. She was assigned with responsibility of being the ‘older sibling’ at the tender age of 4 and she accepted this responsibility gracefully. When she was 6 years old and needed someone to look after her when she went to play in the park, she was busy being the ‘older sibling’ and looking after me, her two year old sister. I have grown up seeing my sister sacrifice little joys of childhood, including getting pampered, the amount she played, and the amount she studied while constantly being reminded that she was the older sibling. She spent her time trying to set the perfect example, on whose foot-steps everyone hoped I would follow. My sister set the example of being the ideal daughter as well as an ideal student. She played a major role in my up-bringing and is majorly responsible for who I am today.
When I was 13, my sister left home to go to a boarding school. It was my first experience in being away from my sister was such a prolonged period of time, but even through the distances, my sister managed to be there for me in the hardest of my times. Within her first few months at boarding, after having faced quite a few issues, my sister was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder and depression. I saw my sister go through one of the hardest phases in her life as she struggled to cope with all the stress around her. I can only imagine, what it was like for my sister to be so far away from family and battle the problem almost entirely on her own. My parents were more than supportive towards my sister, but the distances didn’t help. My sister never lost hope. Even in the hardest phases of her problem, where she has fallen down, ready to give up, I have seen my sister pull herself and move ahead. She has pushed through her problem, and while she still is on medication, she is truly one of the strongest people I have met. She is willing to put everyone she loves ahead of her and face all her difficulties alone just to keep all of us happy. In my sixteen years of my life, among the various things I have learnt from her, she has taught me how to take risks and live for the moment. She reminds me every day that no one is aware of what is to come tomorrow but we can’t let the fears of an unforeseen tomorrow hold us back from the joys of our today. She truly believes that the best opportunities are the ones we miss, all because we are held by the questions of ‘what ifs’. My sister has always been and will always be, my greatest friend, my role model and my hero.
I believe in equality of everyone regardless of caste, creed, religion and gender. But let’s all face it, no matter what we say or do, even today women are often treated like they are inferior to men. And I normally would not have said anything but well, today something just caught my eye that made me feel that I need to say something. But before I say anything else, let me also say that I don’t think that all men are the same and I know that there are some very awesome men out there. Hey, I know some REALLY awesome men in my life and I’m sure all of you do but i have also met some really stupid and creepy men who think that women are objects that can be used and then thrown away once you are bored of it so to all you men who think that way, hi. You don’t know me and I don’t know you but you need to know this that the way you think, is wrong. Women have NOT been brought to this Earth for being objects to you. We are humans just like you and we have our rights, just like you and we will not stand being treated like show-pieces that have to be kept in your closets! We will fight and we will let you know that yes, we may not be physically as strong as you at times, but we are not going to sit and watch you treat us and thousands of other women like us as objects.
There was something I found on news that caught my eyes.And let me tell you, I was as angry as the father. ‘How to keep men Interested’ you say. Do we look like T.V shows or movies to you? Because the last time I looked at myself in the mirror I was a human, just like you and not a show that you control with a remote. The man who wrote this letter, the father who wrote to his daughter, was right. We are not born to keep you interested. If you want to know me, know me for what my heart holds, not for what my breasts hold. like me for the way I think and for the way I am, NOT for the curves in my body! I don’t know how you can even have this thought because I doubt if you had a sister, cousin or a mom, if you would look at her in that way. And if you do, then they need to throw you so far away form their lives that not just them, you can’t see another women in you life. I don’t know what makes you think that you have the right to a see women in anyway you like and use them and trow them away like waste paper. How would you like to be treated like that? How would you like being treated like a show-piece? Think about it, think about how people like you have been treating women and how you would have felt if you were treated that way, that is of course, if you have any feeling left in you. You don’t feel pain, love happiness anything! You just have lust, your eyes burn with lust! And after reading all this, you still don’t know how to respect women, don’t know how to treat women, here’s something else for you. Something else you should read and something else that will make you open your eyes.
Before I sign off, I want to once again remind everyone reading this that this does not imply to all men and it’s not just men and even women can be as bad sometimes. I just wanted people who think that we women are their exhibits to explore, let me tell you NO SIR! You can go to a art gallery to feast your eyes but my body is not on show.
Getting captured by the camera is the dream of most of the people, especially girls, who I know. They like to smile and pose and later get looked at and praised by people, commenting how pretty they look. However, when I am asked if I’d like to pose with them, I’d rather say no and stay away from the camera. I’d prefer to sit and watch people pose, or maybe be the person who praises rather than be the person who is being captured.
I have never really been able to explain why I hate being in front of the camera. I am just never pleased after a shot of me has been taken. I am always scared when I am asked to pose if I look presentable or not.
Ever since I have known myself, I have always done things thinking about what people will think, maybe that is the reason why I feel shy to face a camera.
My sister who is greatly interested in photography can often pose as a sort of trouble in such a situation. She is ever ready with the camera to get a few shots of me or maybe shoot a music video of me. Doing all this for her is okay but she is always jumping with excitement to show it to all our friends and relatives and that is the part I don’t like. I always wonder what they’ll think about me and if they’ll judge me.
Looking back at when I was younger I remember loving to pose for my sister but maybe as I grew up I became self conscious or maybe it is just a phase that I am going through and maybe someday I’ll be all set to flash my set of teeth and smile in front of the camera again