Monday
Whack the wrong
'sudarshanchakra'
This is my entry for 'wanna whack' contest at Blogadda.
Abuse of any nature is unacceptable – respect is the bare minimum requirement! And must be.
I am enraged when I see youngsters on the street bullying senile/old beggar people – why mistreat old people who are in such dire state and need help. Will our own parents not get old some day, wont these 13-14yr olds too? Why the need to strip another human so bare, why the need for such humiliation?
I get enraged when I see dogs (pets or strays) being mistreated- kicked, stoned, tail being pulled … at this point I don’t want to whack the offender- I want the dog to bite back! And the poor dog is too afraid of man to do any such thing- so whack whack!!
When people suck up to me, say smarmy things to covet favours from me, I absolutely feel like whacking those! Cmon guys grow up – ticket to fame and glory and prosperity comes with honesty and hard work! Not by smaarming up to people! Whack!
When I see people spitting paan laden splatter on the walls and streets and on the roads by shoving their heads out of their vehicle doors O god, whack! Whack! Whack! Must confess I use my blaring car horn (sometimes) and sometimes my vocal chords- to let them know my disapproval! And they immediately apologize but the deed is already done (and will be done again am sure!)
I am enraged when I see women/females being abused –either by the husband or by her own family! The husband is a wife beater (this is upper classes we are talking about) – her own family never comes to her rescue, instead pressurizes her to sort things and get him to love her again! She neither has the protection of her own family nor any shelter from an abusive husband! Here I want to whack the self centered family who cares more for their reputation in society than the dignity of their own daughter!
I been reading the announcement of this contest by Blogadda for many days now- I had no intentions of ever taking part in it! Till this morning when I saw an old man at Mahim Causeway being dragged by his shirt, laughed at by young boys who were barely 13-14 yrs old - something snapped in me, I pulled over, got out of the car, and seriously let the whack! happen. I pretended to call the police and played out the trumpet ring tone (used in IPL matches)- the boys scampered!
This is my entry for 'wanna whack' contest at Blogadda.
Abuse of any nature is unacceptable – respect is the bare minimum requirement! And must be.
I am enraged when I see youngsters on the street bullying senile/old beggar people – why mistreat old people who are in such dire state and need help. Will our own parents not get old some day, wont these 13-14yr olds too? Why the need to strip another human so bare, why the need for such humiliation?
I get enraged when I see dogs (pets or strays) being mistreated- kicked, stoned, tail being pulled … at this point I don’t want to whack the offender- I want the dog to bite back! And the poor dog is too afraid of man to do any such thing- so whack whack!!
When people suck up to me, say smarmy things to covet favours from me, I absolutely feel like whacking those! Cmon guys grow up – ticket to fame and glory and prosperity comes with honesty and hard work! Not by smaarming up to people! Whack!
When I see people spitting paan laden splatter on the walls and streets and on the roads by shoving their heads out of their vehicle doors O god, whack! Whack! Whack! Must confess I use my blaring car horn (sometimes) and sometimes my vocal chords- to let them know my disapproval! And they immediately apologize but the deed is already done (and will be done again am sure!)
I am enraged when I see women/females being abused –either by the husband or by her own family! The husband is a wife beater (this is upper classes we are talking about) – her own family never comes to her rescue, instead pressurizes her to sort things and get him to love her again! She neither has the protection of her own family nor any shelter from an abusive husband! Here I want to whack the self centered family who cares more for their reputation in society than the dignity of their own daughter!
I been reading the announcement of this contest by Blogadda for many days now- I had no intentions of ever taking part in it! Till this morning when I saw an old man at Mahim Causeway being dragged by his shirt, laughed at by young boys who were barely 13-14 yrs old - something snapped in me, I pulled over, got out of the car, and seriously let the whack! happen. I pretended to call the police and played out the trumpet ring tone (used in IPL matches)- the boys scampered!
Things I miss much
Mums innocence
Mums eager enthusiasm of sharing and giving
Mums easy forgiveness
Mums cooking
Mums constant chatter and engaging endearing ways
Mums sulk and the ease with which she would come around
Mum as a favourite punching bag who never punched back
Mums vegetable shopping and me lugging those heavy bags behind her
The sneaky stops at the vada pao wala to eat the forbidden
Mums child like excitement for the same thing done the millionth time over
Mums partiality towards ghee and its generous pouring in our food
Mums healing touch when I was in pain
Mums all encompassing unconditional love
Love you, love you, love you and miss you lots Mum
Mums eager enthusiasm of sharing and giving
Mums easy forgiveness
Mums cooking
Mums constant chatter and engaging endearing ways
Mums sulk and the ease with which she would come around
Mum as a favourite punching bag who never punched back
Mums vegetable shopping and me lugging those heavy bags behind her
The sneaky stops at the vada pao wala to eat the forbidden
Mums child like excitement for the same thing done the millionth time over
Mums partiality towards ghee and its generous pouring in our food
Mums healing touch when I was in pain
Mums all encompassing unconditional love
Love you, love you, love you and miss you lots Mum
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