jai ho Bo!

yes,jai ho Bo!
Sunday,11Th May, we The Untouchables celebrated the one month and 20 something day anniversary of Bo!!
For those who don't know of the origins of Bo..
Bo was born last month during our visit to the Oxford bookstore :)
Nangia couldn't spell Boo!! :p
The rest you'll understand poem पढने के पशचात!! :)

So there we were at the Oxford bookstore again to celebrate Bo,but the damn bookstore was closed *sigh* . कड़ी धुप में Nangia and I waited for Vasudha,a bloody 50 Min's,no actually it was 25Min's but we were two people Na,इसलिए 25 x 2 = 50!! :p. We were bored and had nothing to do,so we thought of exploring what looked like the parking lot..अन्दर जाकर पता चला that it was some weird high voltage zone we weren't supposed to enter!! so when we did find the parking lot,we decided not to enter it he he..

We were bored,HIGHLY BORED..so while discussing the recent developments in each other's lives,Nangia told me that she 'successfully' made 'non-poisonous' chocolates..that was it,we lost it..we made our Christmas plan..so if any of you are planning to go to Select City walk or G.K. - 1 market around Christmas,we suggest you don't! (obviously i won't be disclosing it here...!! ;) )

After Vasudha's 'much' awaited arrival,we went for breakfast to Subway..wahan par Vasudha came up with the brilliant plan to go to Adventure island..so after taking some random pictures at Central Park and shooting my suicide attempt,we got onto the metro to Rithala..a 20minute journey..plenty of time,so we sat down to write a poem on Bo..got down at the Rithala station caught a rickshaw to Adventure Island..(Nangia's 3rd rickshaw ride!) some more random pictures later we reached Adventure Island..it was around 12pm then and the ticket booth was closed till 12:45pm..koi baat nahin,we utilised the vella time in convincing the guy at the ticket booth that we were 16years of age..(in order to buy the student tickets) all we had to do was show him a register with some shit written in it and change our date of birth to 1992! such a dudd that guy was! he believed us..relieved we went to Mc. Donald's and had an ice-cream each,that was all we could afford as we were trying to save money to eat afterwards and go home..this is what happens when people like Vasudha make impromptu plans and people like me and Nangia agree..anyway after having eaten we went outside ( we were almost thrown out of that place ) and sat at some gaurd's thing,shooed away again,we went to sit underneath a stircase..and we were shooed again yet again! what fun! :p while in que to enter Adventure Island..i was busyt putting on Vasudha's tacky,shiny clips and clicking pictures of them! :p

Once we entered,Nangia and Vasudha decided to go to the scariest rides of all..and they forced me too *sigh* though higlhy scared i did have fun :p

some 5-6 scary rides and 100 random pictures later,we were left tired,exhausted and with stomach's that were churning BIG TIME!.. we bought ourselves a bottle of coke each and sat down to take some more random pictures,then we ate burgers ( all we could afford ) and took the metro back to CP. While on our way back,we completed the poem and did some other random shit :).

All in all,it was a fun day that we had :)
Our fun trip was over * sigh*
we hugged each other and came home..*sighs heavily*

For better or for worse..

FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE..
my second poem
rhymes at places..

It all started one day,
"You've grown worse" they say,
But do they know;
the reason it is so?

Its solely because of them.
They tortured me,never appreciated me,
left me broken.
Each day i cry,
silently and slowly i die.

whithin me is plain hatred.
for people who betrayed.
They say i've strayed away,
but the question is..
have I really?

I think not,
to this they say,
" we judge better"
well then,I must say,
One day you'll find a letter,
my death letter..

Perhaps that day they'll know,
That i was so much more.
hope they'll shed tears of remorse..
because that is something that cannot be FORCED.

A look outside my window,into the darkness..

A look outside my window..
into the darkness


one day,after coming back from class i had this argument with my parents..you know how it is, yelling and yelling trying to prove your point ( which you ultimately aren't able to ) and all..
that day,broken i sat down and contemplated if i actually could run away from home..
i looked outside my window,on a late winters night,staring..
i thought,maybe i could just not come home one day after class,wander off somewhere and never return to this house which according to me was the abode of all the problems,grief possible in the world.
Thats it..
i pictured myself getting off the van after class at my stop and going away,across IIT towards Munirka at around 8pm..
all was well,till i bumped into this wierd guy who seemed to emit vibes of helping..i spoke to him,confided in him,told him how life was not worth living anymore..how my friends couldn't console me enough to prevent all this..everything..

being sweet,he consoled me and took me to this little house..i saw children there,little children..he told me he'd picked them up from the streets to give them a better life..
while he went away to arrange some food for me,i interacted with those kids..i was awed, such cute kids,sparkling eyes and started thinking so highly of that man..

i asked one child sitting all alone in one corner as to how she liked this life,was it any better than the previous one..she broke down..through tears she told me she hated it here,wanted to go back to her parents..missed everything of her earlier much happier life,she told me that she was made to beg on the streets and if she didn't earn Rs.200 each day she would be beaten up and sexually assaulted by that man..i was shocked,disguisted,i felt stupid..it suddenly dawned on me that all kids there were girls and why their eyes sparkled..i almost burst out crying..how could i?? just then i thought of helping the kids..
lucky me,i didn't mention to that man about me carrying my phone ( these gadgets i tell you can be such a boon ) surprisingly i had balance too that day,so i called up the police told them everything,and asked them to hurry..i safely handed the kids to the police before he came ie..

just after the police had left,the man came..he looked at me with bloodshot eyes..i wanted to run away..but my reflexes seemed to have given up..he pulled me by the arm took me out of the house,tried to force me into a car,thats when my brain clicked and i cried out as loud as i could for help..thankfully some poeple came and prevented me from being sold off to a brothel..
That day i realised that this world was much more cruel than it seems sitting at home..
i was exposed to the harsh realities of flesh trade, where even minors weren't spared..
i couldn't believe it, i just couldn't..

i reached home,surprisingly did not hear a thrashing but was given a sedative and put to sleep by my mother..
the next day,she tried to force me into believeing it was a nightmare..but i knew it wasn't..
determined to put a stop to this all, i decided to become a journalist..
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i didn't realise when i felt asleep while thinking about the ultimate escape from all that was fake..
i woke up the next morning, to find out that this was a nightmare ( i was greatful to god that it was )
and yes,
i gave up the thought of running away.


PS-i made this up!
sorry have been a jerk all this while,not updated my blog..but i'm back to life!
do read and comment generously..
love
Radhika
signs out.
Amen.