Saturday, October 12

Desirable Difficulties

The first part is a copy paste from today's Mint Lounge, excerpts from Malcolm Gladwell’s forthcoming book: 'David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits and the Art of Battling Giants'
From what I have been reading Malcolm Gladwell in his previous book 'Blink' (ongoing read) there's this thing about him, the moment you start off you will observe a lot dots he scatters around and takes you along connecting and flash... when you you reach the end dot and get your hand off you will have a whole picture made of the thoughts he wanted to share with you and ponder upon.
So this was a bit of disclaimer that don't get confused by the initial start of the Article, keep reading until you reach the end, absorb each of his fact and you will see the magic of thought in your brain :)

Start the read and you have my bits of his psychology at the end (rather my experience out of the same)



If you do a brain scan on a person with dyslexia, the images that are produced seem strange. In certain critical parts of the brain—those that deal with reading and processing words—dyslexics have less gray matter. They don’t have as many brain cells in those regions as they should. As the fetus develops inside the womb, neurons are supposed to travel to the appropriate areas of the brain, taking their places like pieces on a chessboard. But for some reason, the neurons of dyslexics sometimes get lost along the way. They end up in the wrong place. The brain has something called the ventricular system, which functions as the brain’s entry and exit point. Some people with reading disorders have neurons lining their ventricles, like passengers stranded in an airport.
While an image of the brain is being made, a patient performs a task, and then a neuroscientist looks to see what parts of the brain have been activated in response to that task. If you ask a dyslexic to read when he or she is having a brain scan, the parts that are supposed to light up might not light up at all. The scan looks like an aerial photo of a city during a blackout. Dyslexics use a lot more of the right hemisphere of their brains during reading than normal readers do. The right hemisphere is the conceptual side. That’s the wrong half of the brain for a precise and rigorous task like reading. Sometimes when a dyslexic reads, every step will be delayed, as if the different parts of the brain responsible for reading were communicating via a weak connection. One of the ways to test for the presence of dyslexia in a small child is to have him engage in “rapid automatized naming.” Show him one color after another—a red dot, then a green dot, then a blue dot, then a yellow dot—and check his response. See the color. Recognize the color. Attach a name to the color. Say the name. That’s automatic in most of us. It’s not in someone with a reading disorder; somewhere along the way, the links between those four steps start to break down. Ask a four-year-old: Can you say the word “banana” without the buh? Or say, Listen to the following three sounds: cuh, ah, and tuh. Can you combine them into “cat”? Or take “cat,” “hat,” and “dark.” Which one of those words doesn’t rhyme? Easy questions for most four-year-olds. Really hard questions for dyslexics. Many people used to think that what defines dyslexics is that they get words backwards—“cat” would be “tac,” or something like that—making it sound like dyslexia is a problem in the way the words are seen. But it is much more profound than that. Dyslexia is a problem in the way people hear and manipulate sounds. The difference between bah and dah is a subtlety in the first 40 milliseconds of the syllable. Human language is based on the assumption that we can pick up that 40-millisecond difference, and the difference between the bah sound and the dah sound can be the difference between getting something right and getting something catastrophically wrong. Can you imagine the consequences of having a brain so sluggish that when it comes to putting together the building blocks of words, those crucial 40 milliseconds simply go by too quickly?


“If you have no concept of the sounds of language—if you take away a letter, if you take away a sound, and you don’t know what to do, then it’s really hard to map the sounds to the written counterparts,” Nadine Gaab, a dyslexia researcher at Harvard, explained. “It may take you a while to learn to read. You read really slowly, which then impairs your reading fluency, which then impairs your reading comprehension, because you’re so slow that by the time you’re at the end of the sentence, you’ve forgotten what the beginning of the sentence was. So it leads to all these problems in middle school or high school. Then it starts affecting all other subjects in school. You can’t read. How are you going to do on math tests that have a lot of writing in them? Or how do you take an exam in social studies if it takes you two hours to read what they want from you?
“Usually you get a diagnosis at eight or nine,” she went on. “And we find that by that point, there are already a lot of serious psychological implications, because by that time, you’ve been struggling for three years. Maybe you were the cool kid on the playground when you were four. Then you entered kindergarten and all your peers suddenly started reading, and you can’t figure it out. So you get frustrated. Your peers may think you’re stupid. Your parents may think you’re lazy. You have very low self-esteem, which leads to an increased rate of depression. Kids with dyslexia are more likely to end up in the juvenile system, because they act up. It’s because they can’t figure things out. It’s so important in our society to read.”
You wouldn’t wish dyslexia on your child. Or would you?
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...What do we mean when we call something a disadvantage? Conventional wisdom holds that a disadvantage is something that ought to be avoided—that it is a setback or a difficulty that leaves you worse off than you would be otherwise. But that is not always the case....I want to explore the idea that there are such things as “desirable difficulties.” That concept was conceived by Robert Bjork and Elizabeth Bjork, two psychologists at the University of California, Los Angeles, and it is a beautiful and haunting way of understanding how underdogs come to excel.
Consider, for example, the following puzzle.
1. A bat and a ball cost $1.10 in total. The bat costs $1.00 more than the ball. How much does the ball cost?
What’s your instinctive response? I’m guessing that it is that the ball must cost 10 cents. That can’t be right, though, can it? The bat is supposed to cost $1.00 more than the ball.
So if the ball costs 10 cents, the bat must cost $1.10, and we’ve exceeded our total. The right answer must be that the ball costs 5 cents.
Here’s another question:
2. If it takes 5 machines 5 minutes to make 5 widgets, how long would it take 100 machines to make 100 widgets?


The setup of the question tempts you to answer 100. But it’s a trick. One hundred machines take exactly the same amount of time to make 100 widgets as 5 machines take to make 5 widgets. The right answer is 5 minutes.
These puzzles are two of the three questions that make up the world’s shortest intelligence test.* It’s called the Cognitive Reflection Test (CRT). It was invented by the Yale professor Shane Frederick, and it measures your ability to understand when something is more complex than it appears—to move past impulsive answers to deeper, analytic judgments.
Frederick argues that if you want a quick way to sort people according to their level of basic cognitive ability, his little test is almost as useful as tests that have hundreds of items and take several hours to finish. To prove his point, Frederick gave the CRT to students at nine American colleges, and the results track pretty closely with how students from those colleges would rank on more traditional intelligence tests. Students from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology—perhaps the brainiest college in the world—averaged 2.18 correct answers out of three. Students at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh, another extraordinarily elite institution, averaged 1.51 right answers out of three. Harvard students scored 1.43; the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, 1.18; and the University of Toledo 0.57...
Can dyslexia turn out to be a desirable difficulty? It is hard to believe that it can, given how many people struggle with the disorder throughout their lives—except for a strange fact. An extraordinarily high number of successful entrepreneurs are dyslexic. A recent study by Julie Logan at City University London puts the number somewhere around a third. The list includes many of the most famous innovators of the past few decades. Richard Branson, the British billionaire entrepreneur, is dyslexic. Charles Schwab, the founder of the discount brokerage that bears his name, is dyslexic, as are the cell phone pioneer Craig McCaw; David Neeleman, the founder of JetBlue; John Chambers, the CEO of the technology giant Cisco; Paul Orfalea, the founder of Kinko’s—to name just a few. The neuroscientist Sharon Thompson-Schill remembers speaking at a meeting of prominent university donors—virtually all of them successful businesspeople—and on a whim asking how many of them had ever been diagnosed with a learning disorder. “Half the hands went up,” she said. “It was unbelievable.”
There are two possible interpretations for this fact. One is that this remarkable group of people triumphed in spite of their disability: they are so smart and so creative that nothing—not even a lifetime of struggling with reading—could stop them. The second, more intriguing, possibility is that they succeeded, in part, because of their disorder—that they learned something in their struggle that proved to be of enormous advantage. Would you wish dyslexia on your child? If the second of these possibilities is true, you just might.

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Well, I could strongly connect to his thought. I had my past experiences to believe in the psychology of Desirable Difficulties.
Often while going through the struggle we end up becoming stronger and smart enough to tackle the whole thing. Writing my 12th Board exam with Left hand completely fractured just a day before the exam was one such experience. I remember sitting in the hospital all through the evening absolutely calm and composed as if it's nothing big, everyone around me was so hyper and certainly I too could have got influenced. However, I chose to be the opposite in reaction at that moment. In that one month the only part of my left hand which was workable was the tip of index finger and I guess the tip of second finger to some extent. I did not get the Plaster fracture thing done, I forced the Doctor to get a slight lesser heavy thing so that I don't have one more distraction added (the Plaster thing causes hell lot of itching ) to which the Doctor had warned that my last chotu si finger could stop working completely as the damage was severe, but still I was stubborn enough to get it done my way
I actually learnt using those two tips of fingers so well that I would put margins on the paper by somehow holding the scale with those fingers. And more than that the willpower I gained in those days was immense. It made me realise that your physical limitations can be pushed off by your mental stability.
I got the chotu si finger's wound healed in flat eighteen days and that took the Doctor by surprise, though when one observes that finger closely even today it has that bent left which could have been healed better, but nevermind I became a stronger myself in those days.(P.S.: I managed to top my college in those Board exams)
Second such incident happened before my CPT exams. Just like most of the students even I planned that I will cover it all from May last week and by 20 June I will be able to give my exam. I started off around 26th May and then the day came, 1st June and in the morning I find myself unable to open my eyes coz I was affected by conjunctivitis. I couldn't read anything till 18th Night and those 18days were another roller coaster seriously :D My friend Disha would sit all day around me reading out each and every page of the Modules .. My goodness.. Thanks to her.. (P.S.: I cleared CPT with 140/200 .. passing being 100 .. )
After all this seriously believe me, I consider getting ill, fractured, whatever physical pulldown, a good omen for me. I come out winning out of the whole thing. 
I m like, bring it on babyy :*
Desirable Difficulties :)


Note: I am waiting for another desirable difficulty for my upcoming CA Final exams :P (else I will create one :D)


 

Friday, September 13

Self realisation :) Glad !!!!

8: 02 pm : Left office (planned to catch 8: 10pm Kalyan )
Hoping to get a rick, got down and was walking along
However, Later realized, Oh, it's Ganpati Visarjan day, I guess won't get a rick today so easily
Started walking faster.... and faster...
saw through many visarjans happening :)
8: 07 pm: I realize I may not be able to catch the train, see a Ganpati exactly in front of me at that time and just have a mind talk with him, "Now, it's in your hand :P
Do something please "
Still walking.. Finally I actually make it up on the platform on 8: 10 pm exactly :)
Glad.. I forget everything else..(Typical human :P )
Waiting for the train .. Finally hear an announcement at 8: 12pm stating that my particular decided train is running late today :P
Am like .. shucks !!!
After exactly waiting for 5min I realize, Oh! That's what I wanted na ...
He actually did what I asked for :)
I was smiling like anything realizing this :)
My demand was so situational that I actually didn't realize he was with me :)
Did what I exactly wanted, I changed !!
Happily realized few things..
1. He is always there, besides you, there for you!
2. Demand when you are completely incapable of, not when you feel like it's not gona work (coz what you feel is just a mere possibility of what can be the reality, not actually the reality)
3. Don't give up so easily
4. At the end, don't forget you are human :P (After all this I was thinking... kash kuch aur maang leti :D.. ek toh suni bhi unhone :P)

Guess what ... train was actually 18min late :)
Left me glad !!!
He does so much for us :)

Wednesday, July 24

Laugh triggerrers:

1. Rakhi (comes running in the Accounts Room, mumbling something):blah blah.....
Me: Kya hua...?
Rakhi: Main aapko boli thi...blah blah blah...:D (complains of her Boss)
Me (engrossed in my Lappi): Kya bol rae ho...
Rakhi (running out towards Boss's cabin): I love you...:P
Me: Han thik hai...

from behind...Anju on her PC: Kaay chaalle hai navin haan.. kaay chaallle kaay ..
Me: Laughing out loud :D:D
Anju: Deva.. kahich boltoy hai loka....
Me: Laughing out more louder...:D
Anju (Her trademark dailogue>): Hai Panduranga !


2. Rakhi doing her Payments follow up (she was fairly new at that time in the Accounts Dept but had tonnes of confidence to say "Mujhe sab aata hai")
Sushma : busy at her desk (She handles the Sales Dept)
Rakhi: Sushma yeh kya karte ho tum log yaar..
Sushma: Kaam :P
Rakhi asks her such a silly doubt which is followed by this dialogue ..
Sushma (leaving after solving her sillyness): kashi kashi thevta :p:p:p
 we: laughing out loud :D:D
We often use this dialogue now whenever someone does a silly thing around :P

Monday, May 27

If you are happy and you know it, clap your hands :):)


Bonjour Readers! :*
I know it’s been pretty much long since you had something from me to make your mind wander upon :P
Well, it’s never too late, here I am
J

The title of my blog will kinda take you in flashbacks.
It was a song(I don’t think it was exactly a poem) we used to sing bachpan mei…(I used to hop singing it every time I clapped :P )
I am happy today … hash.. It feels lovely, not coz something good just happened; I just realized I don’t need certain benchmarked reasons to be happy…I can create my own reasons to be happy….
Yesterday was pretty dull, well last many weeks were so.
Eventually I thought it’s better to speak out my mind to someone, and the next thing I did was just buzz one of my friend  and while I was telling him my ram kahani :P (dukh bhari :P), he just asked me, “What makes you happy ??”
Though the chat didn’t go on the same lines but after I was done I was actually left with this question, “What makes me happy?”

Let me tell you, it’s heck of a tough question to think upon especially when you are saturated and down low…

I went for a bath thinking over it …I have a habit of listening songs while I bath . (Typical me :P)
Yesterday though they were loud in the background I was lost in my question thinking, Damn, what makes me happy!!
And suddenly this song came up, ‘You are my sunshine’ (remixed version of it)
And I started dancing over it .. that made me realize, Dance is the foremost thing which makes me happy J
I love dancing…I don’t imitate the exact steps.. no no.. :P.. I dance my own way… And I don’t give a damn to who’s around, Dancing is something which can make me absolutely unconscious of the people around.. I don’t need even a company for that, I just need a good peppy tune and am on the dance floor… maybe coz am least conscious my relatives often say it’s a pleasure to see me dancing :P (self pamper ;)) ..That’s one reason at times I love item songs.. they have good beats to dance upon… and its one thing I prefer starting my day with .. I have a habit that during my breakfast in the morning, there will be music channels running on my screen and once am done with the eating stuff and Mumma asks me to help her with her chores I prefer doing them dancing around my home (My Mumma loves dancing ditto like me.. maybe I have got it in me from her :P)

While the song just ended and the next one came up which was, ‘You are beautiful’ by James Blunt I made another realization..
Singing makes me happy
J (bathroom singer:P)
I was singing it loud coz I loved it …
Singing is somewhere deep in me, Mom often says I should give it a try in Indian Idol.. Though I need some formal training but am pretty good at it …
I do shy away from singing in public, don’t know why, but I will work on it as yes, it makes me happy :P
J

Sochke yeh b pata chala, Studying makes me happy…
Especially something in Finance…
when am completely lost in my books with no deviation affecting me around I am at a bliss …
And more often even if I study for an hour or so and it was worth it I can dance around .. inni khush ho jati hu :P
Moreover researching is something that works for me... I have analyzed in the last three to four presentations I did that when I research something as in go deep into some concept and that adds whole lot of value to my knowledge I am at absolute happywali state of mind…
I know it sounds weird as to how come studying makes me happy but yes it does to me
J

Then there are other minute things which make me happy like looking at the mirror (that’s girlish.. :P but works)
Going out on a trip with certain groups of relatives makes me super happy … (special mention: my travel partner Varsha Rohra.. jaan tere bina trips pe maza hi nai ata :P)
I am happy when am in the air … yeah .. adventures involving me in the air make me overwhelmed .. there was a time I had Acrophobia .. but over the last two three years I have been trying all sorts of adventures involving me in the air … it takes me on a high :P.. I get super excited.. haan once am on the edge I do over react in fear and then there is a typical znmd scene where I ask the instructor to push me :P… I have done this quite a few times :D

And after thinking over all the above the next thing which came to my mind was to share all of this with my readers … bingo.. I am happy when I blog
J
It actually helps me.. I love writing, though these days I find time a bit taxing but still writing helps me relieved of stress and brings back a wide smile ….

I am happy when I have a good chat with my close friends … as time passes by, we get less of a time for people around us… still if I manage to have a good chat.. it helps…

Tough once but easy now.. I got so many reasons which I can help myself to be happy …
Creating happiness for yourself is easy… handy too :P
Instead of trying to change people around or expecting from them you yourself can have all your deserved khushi…
and there will be a stage where thinking about these happy-making activities itself will make you khush :P
I am at that stage now …
I am happy and I know it and I really want to show it :P
I would love to know what are the things that make you happy J
We will clap our hands then for sure :P;)






Monday, February 18

The Perfect Answer

A teacher teaching Maths to 7 year-old Arnab asked him,"If I give you one apple,one apple and one apple,how many apples will you have?" Within a few seconds Arnab replied confidently,"Four!"

The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three). She was disappointed. "Maybe the child did not listen properly," she thought. She repeated,"Arnab, listen carefully. If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?"

Arnab had seen the disappointment on his teacher's face. He calculated again on his fingers. But within him he was also searching for the answer that will make the teacher happy. His search for the answer was for the correct one, but one that will also make his teacher happy. This time hesitatingly he replied,"Four..."

The disappointment stayed on the teacher's face. She remembered that Arnab liked strawberries. She thought maybe he doesn't like apples and that is making him lose focus. This time with an exaggerated excitement and twinkling in her eyes she asked,"If I give you one strawberry and one strawberry and one strawberry, then how many will you have?"

Seeing the teacher happy, young Arnab calculated on his fingers again. There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher. She wanted her new approach to succeed. With a hesitating smile young Arnab enquired,"Three?"

The teacher now had a victorious smile. Her approach had succeeded. She wanted to congratulate herself. But one last thing remained. Once again she asked him,"Now if I give you one apple, one apple and one apple how many will you have?"

Promptly Arnab replied,"Four!"

The teacher was aghast. "How Arnab, how?" she demanded in a little stern and irritated voice.

In a voice that was low and hesitating young Arnab replied,"Because I already have one apple in my bag."

Bottomline:
When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expected, don't think they are wrong. There maybe an angle that you have not understood at all. You will have to listen and understand, but never listen with a predetermined notion.

Lovely story from the book- Stories from here and there..

Tuesday, February 12

Magical Moment :)

Well this is a repost from my previous blog....
Today instead of reading something from here and there, thought of reading my old stuff...
worth sharing anyday...

This is a story of a man who was an atheist. He was surprised to see the increasing belief of people of his village in God. He was shocked to see that many people carried on their living with just a strong hope that the Almighty will however feed them. He thought of testing himself that how come God feeds anyone.

The next day he didn’t take his breakfast and was determined not to eat anything throughout the day. He said, “Let me see how God feeds me today..!!!”

He went to the forest and climbing a tree he sat on its branch. The morning went by, but he was determined that God wont come and feed him at any cost. As the Sun reached its peak he saw some labourers were passing by. They were tired of the heavy hardwork in the fields and wanted to have rest for a while. They had with themselves their lunch. They sat under the shed of the same tree where the man was sitting on the branch. When they were about to have their lunch they saw some dacoits who were passing through the forests. The labourers feared in the thought that the dacoits had come to attack them. They left their lunch there itself and ran away from there. The man saw the left food and smilingly said, “God, I wont go down and have it. You yourself have to feed me without any efforts from my side,” and didn’t move from his place.

When the dacoits came near that tree they saw the food and felt of having it. One of them saw this man on the branch and pointed him out to others. The head of their gang said to others, “Somebody is trying to trap us with the help of this man, we cant have this food as it can be poisonous. Let us make this man have this food and if nothing happens to him then we will have it.”
He ordered his fellowman to bring the man down the tree. His fellowman went and said to the man, “Come down and have this food, else we will kill you.”
To which the man replied, “I wont come down and have the food at any cost.”
This amazed the head of the gang and he ordered his fellowman to climb the tree and feed the food to the man. The fellowman climbed the tree and he forcefully tried to feed the man. The man was made to have the food. He started laughing and said, “God I am sorry that I tried to test your powers, now I too believe that its You who feed the whole of the world.”

The above incident made him a theosophist.

One is never a theosophist from birth. The many magical moments make us believe that a strong power is ruling the world. They turn our beliefs towards our life upside down and makes us enjoy the life more fruitfully.

Hope you too have come across such magical moments…

Monday, December 31

“Mother, I want to live.”

Time: 11:15am
I was on the couch, just returned from my lectures, as usual the first thing I do when I reach back home, search for the sheets of newspaper. I glance through the wide advertisement on the cover of HT, go through a couple of articles of Brunch and get back to take a look at the Main sheet.
Page 1: Wake up India, she is dead
The ‘Dead’ thing made me go into the flashback of the day before when I entered into my Boss’s cabin and he was working on something with my colleague and it was then that he told me, “You know the girl is dead.” I was like, “What did you just say?” to which my colleague just confirmed saying, “Yes, she passed away early morning” they looked at me expecting a reaction but as usual I just gave a passive look and took my papers and came to my desk. The whole day I carried I was occupied into some or the other thing which anyday was less important than the news I heard but then, I am taught to just move on.
The images on the sheet just brought me back to present and started reading the article which had all the information of how and where the whole thing happened. But something I read just made me shiver, and that was the note the victim wrote to her mother while in Singapore and that was, “Mother, I want to live.”
Suddenly the whole passiveness which I was carrying from the day the incident happened gave up and I was full of emotions, active, angry, sad and what not. I don’t know from where should I start and I don’t really know how will I conclude this write up but there’s certainly an outburst of my emotions.
I was angry and felt so helpless that I was hiding the tears, looking here and there and just trying to escape an eye to eye contact. The only thought was, how could she hold such a brave heart even after what happened with her, how could she demand to live, how could she manage to have the willpower. Had I been at her place, no matter how positive attitude I carry, I would have certainly begged a death coz the mental pain to carry all the life is beyond my capacity.
In all this while I witnessed a lot of discussions happening almost at all the gatherings about how bad her experience must have been, people were circulating her pics, blaming the Govt., blaming the girl’s boyfriend, blaming even the victim that why did she go for the movie so late with a guy, some really nonsensical conclusions were being drawn and I just preferred to stay silent and non reactive to whatever happened. Some came to me expecting that I should tell them a way out in which they can revolt against whatever happened and I just couldn’t answer back.
I know I should have reacted but if I would have, I would have been an extremist and I just did not wanted another revolt at my home. Yes, I was helpless, weak and coward and I am ashamed of it.
I really don’t know whom to blame, if I blame the Govt. as many did, there’s a question on me as to whether I have been a responsible citizen???
Does being responsible only call for taking out rallies and just shouting out that I demand justice for her?
Does that suffice?
Does just discussing it with people around of the victim’s condition a sufficing factor that yes, atleast mera dhyan toh tha news pe? (Bloody hell, please don’t be a reporter out there, we already have many.)
Have I been justified of all my acts from the day I have heard the news?
Did I give top priority to sit back and atleast think of a solution instead of just analyzing who all did wrong?
If I couldn’t take it as a responsibility on me, how am I eligible to demand it from someone else?
If I am limiting it to just an update on fb or just participating in a rally, how will things improve, and to tell you, a rally doesn’t move the mentality of a man who just gets a sense of power when he brutally beats, abuses or for the fact rapes a woman.
Why have we become so much ‘Chalta hai’ Attitude types or rather why do we move on with our life so easily.  Why can’t we focus on something which maybe won’t be directly affecting you, but it is affecting your Family (The Country, I mean)
Why can’t we unite, sit across and decide on something worth calling a solution and implement rather than just playing around with the blame game.
We watched matches, went for holiday trips, went for movies, had parties, hangouts and what not since the incident happened and in between if we got some time, went through the news and just discussed it with some folks around, is that justified?
If you tell me now, that, Sorry I am not that a socially driven citizen(not into any society or social works to revolt against anything), for God’s sake it’s not about social thing here, it’s about being CARING. Being reactive to somebody’s pain.
If you say that there should be a strict punishment for those who rape, I say, agreed, there should be a strict punishment, but then what to do with the mentality. This case came out in public, there would be many which would have not been even reported anywhere and there would be thousands of victims out there still suffering similar abuse, what is justice for them??
Is my body a mere flesh for you to sense that pleasure, sense that powerfulness you achieve??
This is an unanswered question in my mind.
Yes I do feel unsafe but then it’s been long that I have felt so.
From the day that I attained maturity I was made to accept the harsh facts that you can’t go here, the place is unsafe, you can’t be with male friends out, coz they had the reason that kiski nazar tumpar kab kis tarah hai is unpredictable, so no outings, You can’t wear what you want to many atimes coz somebody would be looking at you closely and blah blah.
I GOTTA CHANGE, AND THAT THE PARTICLUAR SOMEBODY WON’T, AND NO ONE OUT THERE WILL EVER TAKE AN EFFORT TO EDUCATE THAT SOMEBODY.
If you speak out ki aap unko kyuon nai samjha sakte ho, they will say, wo nai samajhte, atleast beta aap toh samjho.
Thik hai, agreed, I will understand, but if even after taking all the precautions if that somebody does a brutal act with me, what should I do???
How many more precautions??
Why isn’t a change brought into his mentality for God’s sake??
I feel if somebody has to be blamed a bit, it’s the movie culture we have here, they portray woman as a sensual object with item numbers just coming out one on one. Please understand majority of the people watching out movies in India are NOT EDUCATED and here I mean Education and not just mere literacy. They really don’t understand what to take back from the movie and what to not. But then I am not here to do the postmortem of the incident.
I am here to learn a lesson and bring a change.
I beg you all readers for a solution worth implementing.
I am in such a bad phase of feeling helpless that I just can’t take it anymore.
How should I educate the citizens of my country?
How?