Another happenstance

Yet another encounter with a filthy minded person. But now I realize that it’s not gonna change or stop with me posting over things like this. Instead it’s me who has to get changed. Am tired of my scaredy-cat attitude. I figured it out that unless I change me no one or not a single thing is going to be changed in my life. When I faced that thing this time I had a friend who immediately advised to react. But me being a coward couldn’t even voice up for myself and was giving some lame excuses though I knew it’s not worth it.

Another friend of mine said “Hey you are a worthless soul and you are not meant to live alone. Try to get married to someone and be a mollycoddled wife just like how you were bought up as a pampered child all these years”

I knew am not a gutsy person. Every time I am encountered with such things I would keep on thinking over it for days and I would even practice how to react and how to teach those rouges a lesson.

But at last everything goes in vein when I am left in such a situation. I get all panicky and start sweating like hell and I can’t even bear the sound of my own heart beat’s which will haunt my brain and make me bland. I even go blurred at times.

What a kind of reaction is this am reciprocating for a filthy act? I haven’t understood it till now. But if not am changing then one fine day I may be deteriorated. And am certain am not gonna let such a thing happen to me.

So this is one last time of me, the scaredy-cat, taking an oath to turn out gutsy and smack those scalawags without a second thought.

Reckonings and pragmatism’s of Social Work Students

Social worker…. 

Illiterate people usually think a social work student does only these

We lecture on some sanitary issues or AIDS!!!

We teach them!!!

We pick up Garbage!!!

 

Literate people usually think a social work student does these

Fight for equality and other such things!!!

We help the alcohol addicted people rehabilitate!!!

We help the handicapped, elders, children, men, women everyone!!!

We do all these!!???!!

 What I thought I would do as a social worker

I should help elders!

Counsel people who are under stress and so on!

Join together to make a change!

Act as a volunteer!

Lend a helping hand and mutual support to every individual!

But in reality what i do actually in my college as a social work student

We put Mehendi’s for the forthcoming friend’s marriage sitting in the college LIBRARY!

Go for RURAL CAMPS and celebrate PONGAL festival!

We go to some orphanages and entertain the kids and make them showcase their talents!

Put RANGOLI’S for the cultural’s!

We rarely go out for some competitions and try to win at-least the 3rd prize 😛

We go on rallies shouting over some issues where no one ever care to hear!

We even get the help of the kids to join our rally because they are the only spectators!

We gather those kids and elders in the village and entertain them! People dont actually listen to the lectures we give them over AIDS, ALCOHOL ADDICTION and so on!

People please stop commenting over every single act of mine saying “OMG… Being a social work student how can you do this”…

Being a social work student doesn’t make you a real social worker actually… Its just a platform where you could find the areas to work and its upto the individual and what really matters in Social work is not the mere degree but THE PASSION that’ll drive us ahead…

 

Filthy Minds!!!

Unlike the other days I could find the whole city crowded with people who are in a hurry to complete their last minute purchases for the Diwali festival which falls after two days. I came out of my office and took my usual road to bus stand watching crowded streets and the various expressions each and every single person is carrying with them. I could find a mother trying to soothe her son who is crying for some toy but her efforts were in a vein and the little boy won the toy which gave an angry and exasperated look over the mother’s face. I was being a silent spectator over many such incidents on my way and finally after 10 minutes I reached the bus stop where I usually get bus to home.

After 5 minutes wait the bus which I have to get in came to the stop with a halt. There was a huge crowd to get down from the bus and within a minute I was inside the bus with so much of fuss and the bus was once again filled in completely. I have been working for about 8 months and this is the first time I am looking into these buses getting crowded and I thought the festival season has bought so many people come out of their house and the government transportations are making a lot of money.

The bus is unbelievably crowded where I was not even able to turn my head to face the conductor for getting the tickets. Somehow after quiet a struggle I was able to get my ticket and I felt a sigh of relief. I could sense my nostrils inhaling and exhaling hot air which was filled with a mixture of smell with flowers, sweets, sweat and many such. I gasped for an instance and felt slight giddiness due to those smell. But somehow I managed myself not to fall and held the bars above my head firmly.

In every stop though people got down in bulk I could see more people getting in. I felt the cold sweat flowing right from my forehead to my cheeks and slid through my neck and ended up within my dress making my dress wet with every single drop of it. I hate getting sweated completely but I couldn’t help it now.

I felt a kind of chillness striking my body suddenly and before I could understand what was that I was been touched by someone from behind. A hand slowly slid between my legs and before I could react I could find that hand moving from my knee to my thigh slowly but firmly. I sensed that something is not right. At the very instance I was struggling to get free but it wasn’t that easy as the bus was loaded and I was not sure where and who was trying to do this. I hardly had place to turn and see and I was shocked to find a man in the age of 40s sitting in the seat and trying to do such a disgusting thing to a girl of his daughter’s age.  When I saw him, he saw me but the next moment he avoided me and went on with his work in moving his hands throughout my leg and I felt like a million earthworms were moving over my body and making me nauseating the very instant.

I decided not to create a scene as I was not interested in letting the people in the whole bus know what a man of my father’s age is doing to me and I was not ready to face the sympathetic eyes which are going to fall over me. I tried my best to make some room for myself within the crown to make myself comfortable for what I am going to do next. I slowly but boldly took my leg and stamped that man’s leg and the next moment he started screaming out of pain. I let out a big sigh of relief. He took his hands and started murmuring something while I stamped his other leg as hard as I can and moved my way towards the steps and stood near the steps. This time I could find that man looking at me angrily and I never cared to give another glance at that rotten piece of shit and turned with a satisfaction of taking my revenge.

There were still 2 more stops to go and I could feel sweat flowing like a falls all over my body and my hands were still trembling and I was not able to get out from what has just happened. While I was lost in my very own world I heard a sudden fuss within the crowd inside the bus and some lady has started abusing and finally that disgusting creature was pulled out of the bus by the conductor. I heard that lady shouting and I felt like she is voicing for me. I felt thankful to her. 

Marriage advisers…

Marriage…. A word which I am hearing very often these days from each and every single person I meet…

“Hey, when are you getting married?”

“Have you ever got an idea to get married?”

“What’s taking you so long to get married?”

“Are you in relationship with someone?”

“Do you have any problem with your horoscope?”

Many such questions from every single person, be it my friends, relatives, known or even unknown… But I am like “Hey, what’s wrong with you all… And why the hell should I get married so early when I have so much to do in my life”

Marriage is a word which has become kind of scary these days and it’s because of the various advices given to me without my consent…

Let’s look few of it…

Advice 1:

Some aunty from relation: Go to temple every day. Only God will help you get married soon. Try to continue fasting on shasti’s. It will help you give a very good husband just like you expected”

Me: Oh… Sure aunty! (Does God own any wedding consultancy or website where he helps girls pick up a bridegroom as they expect?) Instruction outlawed.

Advice 2:

Married Friend of Mine: “Hey you have so much of time for marriage so make a better choice unlike me. Try analyzing the assets and financial position of him and you need to know the entire background of him which will help you lead a peaceful life”

Me: What??? Am I taking a survey on the bridegroom’s financial position or am I going to be his wife? Its shocking that if every single girl chooses according to this and how would the guys with less financial state is gonna get married. Strongly disagree.

Advice 3:

Another married friend of mine: “Look, never marry a guy with in-laws and specifically who has a sister. My husband actually speaks for more than an hour with his sister every single day and it pisses me off. How on earth could I bear my husband speaking with other women in front of me for hours? At least you be careful in making a choice”

Me: OMG!!! Are you saying these for real? How the hell do you expect a brother and sister to not speak? And do you even have a mind… what on earth has got into you for comparing the siblings in such a bad term… Hope you get to live your life with sense of mind girl. Totally shocked and I never want to hear such instructions anymore because I love being a family.

Many such instructions are been given to me over my marriage and I think none of it is actually going to be happening with me.

Marriages are made with a sense of togetherness and not with the Pooja’s/Fastings, or Financial status or their family bond…. Follow your own instincts and not such annoying advises.

2nd Blog Anniversary!!!

Ahhh…. Am so excited from the second I saw the Anniversary wishes form WordPress… And am proud to have a blog for 2 successful years and wish to continue it further without any obstacles  🙂

This blog Tiny toes has given me an identity which I will cherish all through my life.

I have learned ways of writing and improvising my contents with the help of my friends.

I have earned friends through it which is the best gift  🙂

Though am not an eminent blogger, am still a part of the blogger world which itself makes me quiet encouraging to blog more.

I thank everyone who made me and my blog reach so far… And also thanks for bearing my blog in some case 😀