Hanging On.

I was on my way home, I saw someone weeping on the side of the road, I hung on.
It was around midnight, but the beggar was cold and crying, so I hung on.
My mother would've probably killed me, but we’re women, we’re born for compassion, so I hung on.
Defense classes were tiring, and six hours without food was agony. But he needed it more, so I gave it to him, I hung on.
The joy and relief on his face as he devoured each and every bite of my tiffin was rewarding.  I hung on.

It was a dark, deserted alley with a humid weather to match, and my full sleeved long dress was clinging to my skin with sweat.  I still hung on.
I stuffed the tiffin in my bag, and hurriedly made my way home. I was scared; but I hung on.
How was I to know that a gang of men would block my way?  Danger vibes were lurking around the corners, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing prey.  I closed my eyes, prayed, and hung on.
Times were bad for girls ,as the gang surrounded me.  I was pinned to a wall and groped everywhere, my tolerance was tested. But I just had to hang on.

Courageous enough to break their hands and legs and noses, flipping them upside down with strength that put them to shame.  I had nothing to fear; I won the fight. Punishment was approaching swiftly for them; they just had to hang on.
Picking myself off the floor, and helping my dignity up, I ran home. Mama’s arms were around me as I sobbed. She didn't scold me even once. Justice had been self attained, I hung on.
My house wasn't left alone after that; I was on every screen with the guilty, telling my story to these..people with cameras.  My heart was sinking, but my head was held high. 

Each time I feel like giving up during those terror seizures, the nightmares, I see some other girl, who wasn't so fortunate. She couldn't fight and had faced it all, and now her parents were running to the corrupt police stations.  All she could do was cry in frustration.  But her survival gave millions of other girls strength.
The only time when suicide wouldn't be considered cowardice. But we’re born to be heroic, saviors. We’re born to stay and fight for our right to protection.

Yes, I had saved myself.  But I was still broken inside.  While my heart was relieved,  my eyes weren't shining. When my mind said it was safe, my perspiration contradicted it.
I would never again consider the world to be a beautiful, safe place. But  I had people who believed in me, who would be heartbroken  if I gave up.  And just like billions of other girl victims, I’m not enjoying anymore.  Since that fateful night, I am and I always will be,
Hanging On.

Till I Die. 

"I Know"

"Its too hot today"
" I know"
"The weather isn't getting colder"
"I know"
"I wish the weather gets colder"
"I know"
" I'm going mad with heat!"
"I know."
"Just what kind of an answer is that?!!"
"I know"
" While most normal people say why?, you say this. Good answer!"
"I know"

Nowadays, you can either be a knowbody, or a nobody. And its just not the usual, droning, bookish stuff either.
People are progressing deeper and deeper towards development, and the unique approaches surprise us everyday. Science and literature, sore enemies, have started to actually relate, people are now comparatively more aware of what a mirage "magic" is. Fairy tales have become outdated, and in a world where now everybody gets exceptional marks, you have to know what else counts.
You seemingly know every page of your chapter. You seemingly know all the questions coming in the exams. You seemingly know how much you're going to get, so its assumed that you seemingly, can predict your future. 

"The future belongs to those, who know where they belong." No. This doesn't mean sharp, strategic planning, prodigies, achievements. This means knowing actually who you are and why are you in this world. All of us have a role to play. Doctors save lives, engineers build them, technicians power them, architects shelter them, and idiots liven them up. We can decide what we want to do, what we want to choose.
The hardest challenge life throws at us is always in the form of a choice. Since our choices make us who we are,  and shape us, we have to cross fingers and make sure its the right one.

I was browsing this website called TED : Technology, Entertainment, Design. Its a platform for sharing ideas which can change the world. Sort of academic, the cleverness amuses me. They made sure not to include "study", "education", "literacy" or any other academic word in the title.

There are amazing videos, of manipulating DNA of microorganisms to make super solar batteries or cells, making personalized skin tissue models of our organs and testing cures for different ailments, diseases. Moreover, its a lovely place to gain insight into the more complicated matters of the world. Everyone, even the dumbest ass, wants to know. They may not want to know how to calculate x or the vectors and scalars, but they certainly want to know which company hair dye did the Principal use today morning, or even the peculiar, strange meal times of their obese friends. Curiosity is the most wonderful as well as the most fatal flaw our human nature possesses.

So if we abandon school, sit at home doing futile things, sever all connections from the outside world and marry our TV and video games, will you end up being the king, or his attendant? Or none?

I don't know about you, but trust me, I Know.