Discrimination!! every practice....

ALMOST EVERY INDIAN FAMILY NOWADAYS, BRINGS UP THEIR GIRLS TO BECOME A BREAD EARNER BUT IN THE PROCESS THEY BRING EVERY WOMAN AND GIRLS MORAL DOWN THROUGH DISCRIMINATION.
DISCRIMINATION AS THE WORD DENOTES IS A SOCIOLOGICAL TERM REFERING TO TREATMENT TAKEN TOWARDS OR AGAINST A PERSON OF CERTAIN GROUP THAT IS TAKEN IN CONSIDERAATION BASED ON CLASS OR CATEGORY
IT IS VERY USUAL IN A DAILY INDIAN WOMEN OR GIRLS LIFE.
SINCE BIRTH WE ARE TOLD THAT WE HAVE TO WORK OUR ASSES OFF. WELL MY QUESTION IS WHY NOT ASK THE BOYS? ARE THEY ANY DIFFERENT? BEING A WOMAN DON'T U FIND IT WRONG TO ASK YOUR OWN DAUGHTER TO DO WHAT U YOURSELF NEVER WANTED TO WHEN YOU WERE AT HER AGE?

EVERY DAY I AM GIVEN WORK WHICH I HAVE TO DO LIKE COOK, DO LAUNDRY, DUST OFF THE ROOMS......AND JUST WHEN I ASK WHY ONLY ME.....I AM TOLD SHUT UP AND NEVER ASK Y AND DO AS TOLD AS I HAVE TO LEARN A LOT!
EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY ADOLESCENT LIFE AS A GIRL I WAS TOLD TO WORK WHERE AS MY OWN ELDER BROTHER JUST SAT ON THE COMPUTER AND PLAYED GAMES ALL DAY AND NIGHT LONG.
HE IS ALLOWED TO GO OUTSIDE AT NIGHT TO ENJOY. HE CAN GO FOR TRIPS WHICH NEVER IN MY WHOLE LIFETIME I WILL BE ALLOWED TO GO FOR.
Y DO WOMEN ALONE HAVE TO SUFFER? WHAT HAD WE EVER DONE TO GET RAPED, MOLESTED AND DISCRIMINATED?
HATING MEN COMES NATURALLY TO ME NOW, FOR THEY HAVE ONLY GIVEN ME PAIN AND SUFERING BUT NOW EVEN MY PARENTS ARE THE DISCRIMINATORS.
MAYBE I DON'T GET THEIR POINT OF VIEW BUT THEY SHOULD TRY AND TALK TO ME ABOUT IT.
MAYBE I WILL UNDERSTAND.
BUT IF THEY TELL ME I HAVE TO GET MARRIED ONE DAY AND DO ALL THE WORK THEN THAT IS BULL SHIT CAUSE THAT IS SUCH A DUMB THING TO SAY WHEN WE ARE LIVING IN A LOT BETTER TIMES THAN WE WERE BEFORE.
TIMES HAVE CHANGED AND SO SHOULD ARE PARENTS...
THEY WANT ME TO DO EVERY HOUSE WORK AS IF I AM SOME KIND OF A SERVANT BUT I AM NOT.
THE MORE THEY ASK ME TO DO WORK AND NOT MY BROTHER.... THE MORE I HATE THEEM LITERALLY WHICH IN ACTUAL TERMS I DON'T WANT!
I AM SORRY IF I AM WRONG BUT TRULY THIS IS WHAT I FEEL!!!!

Painting the town...Black and white!

Once i was coming back from college in my cab....on the way, the cab stopped for a friend of mine to get down. While he got down, i glanced on the side when i saw a foreigner of height almost 5'10 getting out of a convenience store, after he came out he looked in the groceries bag and suddenly turned when a small child of about 7 year old came out of the store running towards the foreigner. The child was properly dressed but the clothes were dirty and the child looked like a servant with dark skin. The child ran to the foreigner with a bottle of oil. For that moment i thought the child was working for the convenience store and the foreigner had forgotten the bottle and the child might have come to return it but i was wrong, the foreigner told the child to keep the bottle in the grocery bag and then he took the child by the hand and started walking away with him but suddenly the child and foreigner looked at each other and they pranced their way away like two children. I, being mesmerized by the sight, looked at them till the point i could and soon enough the car moved and i was on my way but i just couldn't stop thinking of that moment when a foreigner was having an innocent childish moment with the child. There are a lot of ways for people to enjoy their life, its just they don't realize them as small differences made between then, stops them. The difference in color, size and countries did not matter to the foreigner and the child then why should it matter to other people around the world. So many differences man has created for himself!! But at the end, every one is a human!! paint the town till the time you can!

Moments i dont cherish!!

He touched my body, i didn't like it,
what was happening, was just too frightening.
i wanted to run away and never come back,
but something made me stag and confront his nags.
he watched me go into the darkness,
which he didn't know was my freedom to brightness.
i cant tell anyone,as i was scared,
to confront my loved ones, for i wasn't cared.
they would pity me, which i didn't want,
for i am strong, and tell him "don't".
he changed my life, so i hated the people i passed,
but he didn't want me to leave him at last.
i was free to live the life, in my own way,
wasn't scared to die, as death would come one day.
as i bleed, i cried in pain,
but no one came, unless they gained.
he hurt me, that i almost died,
even the devil in me cried.
my thoughts are so evil, that people are scared,
that i might just kill you, for they know i dared!!