MOLESTATION :- A Revealing Story (PART - 2)

PART- 2

 Its now becoming a tradition to welcome new year with gifts of molestation & harassments. Every day in newspapers, TVs we go throw. When we come across such things, we change channels. We close our the newspapers. We never see cruelty in those. Rather ignore it. We wake up in morning unaware of the fact that night which ended has ended  happiness of many females. It has become sorrows of night for GODS most beautiful creations. 

 Some beast who end there desire of flesh. Night becomes a shelter to them, molestation and humiliation takes the shade of parties and occasions to fulfill there undesired passion. 

Females of non religions are spared, no one sees the religion. They only see flesh, to fulfill there desire, there none fill able stomachs. It’s not last they continue to harm thier dignity. Real shock strikes when peoples gather to make there eyes smooth, touch their soul, relish the right to be free and themselves become strained with the blood of this incident.

We enjoy it , we act as this has nothing to do with us. We don’t fight for those whom we don’t know. We only fight for our family. When someone teases our sister our blood boils as water on gas. We protest. We hit them break there bones even wanna kill them. Don’t we do it? 

Then why we don’t protest when we see someone teasing our friend sister, or any girls. Why our fear does takes over when we see such cases happening in front of us? 

We act as silent spectators when we see some helpless daughter of there fathers, sisters of brothers, brides of brooms,  even mother of small children are harassed. We don’t react as we wait for other to start.   As we are human we repent after everything is over & gone. Is this really human nature? 

We do something more than that’s, we change our direction.We speak of enpowering women’s and stopping crime against them. Do We ever stand to stop it.  Ever took a step against it.  We wait but what has this wait given us. It has given something, Cries of the girl which never leaves us. Repented which digs us into our own grave. This grave and repent will change a day to plight.

The beast or humans, whatever they may be,they don’t realize or ever think. 

 A Girl is princess of a father, Angel of mother, best friend of her brothers and sisters. You want to know what they do due to our disgraceful society.

They  would try her phone number,  time and time again in tension. Mother would be crying  because of not getting her sight for long. Might also be praying to god keep her safe. 

Brother of her, big one would be searching for her. Small one would have been playing but disturbed by the fact her beautiful sister is missing. A Sister of her would be consoling mother while crying. Her father won't be sharing emotions with others but would be cursing the fact, why he let her do job?  Why he let her go alone? So many moving emotions but does these beasts get hurt or even they are not aware of it. They are wasting whole life of her for few moments of there pleasure. They don’t hear her cry, her screams don’t touch their heart. 

These days no. of crimes against women’s are increasing . It happens mostly in those festive days. New years, Christmas, get together, parties, even in religion gatherings. You know what  I am wrong I happen nearly everyday, every night, at your every sight. We dont respect women at home our children learn from it. They don't respect them outside. Learn to respect women at home to teach them how to respect a women.  

If we don't start them respecting women.  It will only change the victim everyday, places also but something that doesn’t change is the crime.  For the sake of religious ceremonies and superstitions women are made to run naked. Our reaction: we smile hide our faces behind bars, tables, chairs like real bustards. Some real balls capture it on cell phone.

 This is respect of women in our society.  Gods has been very kind on all males. He has given us 2 hug useless hands, to hide our face.

When are we going to behave as humans? 

 We don’t accept them becoming sheep’s so, but we blame them becoming the wolves that loves fishes. 

 It’s the high time now. Give it a think. Now are now we going to see the faces of our sisters and mothers in every girl that is harassed? . 

Are we going to lead the fight, rather then being the mere spectator. Irrespective of thinking the no. of peoples are we going to react to all these. 

Believe me, a flint of fire can destroy whole forest. And Burn it. Then just think what a protest of person can do.  We are going to be this flint, we are going to react rather then just be mere thinker and repenting later.  We are not going to die many times before death like a coward covering our faces. The fault has not been in our stars it had been within us. There is no use of being a man until each girl can walk on road without fear in her eyes.

My view: - gay are those males who cant protect a woman and respect a women.
God has given us many opportunities to prove the worth of being a male. Be a male save humanity. We are not going to hide rather say “ITS ME OR NO ONE”. Remember we got to face the odds in our life’s, don’t let bravery die. We got to answer God on the day or reckoning.

 I am sorry to use some words that might hurt your feeling. By no means had I wanted to disrespect a women, I just want to be close to reality. Sometimes incidents are more vigorous then this line written above. It was to make peoples realize what a women go throw when such incidents happen and a boy go through when such incidents takes place in front of his eyes. 

  It also shows effects on a girl and her family. Last line to those boys by ketan bharuka would be….

So I request u stop it, I beg u, because, "its you or no one.."

MOLESTATION :- A Revealing Story (PART - 1)

I have  always been confused how to wish someone on their birthday. I have been doing it rather badly through ages.

  Today also, nothing has changed.  It is  birthday of, our boss. I don’t like to wish anyone, but this time i did it. Neither I go to any birthday parties, but today i am going to do so.  

I thought to get some gift.I was confused in selection. A voice came to help me in the tough job of selecting  gift, but failed miserably and made it more difficult by giving his foolish ideas. “Ketan should we buy cake, the chocolate one, everyone likes it” said Vishal.  Vishal a colleague of mine.

 I said “They call us at birthday parties and ask, Have you got cakes as a present so that we can cut it to celebrate. What nonsense stuffs you say man, as they don’t have cakes in birthday parties, they have it. So why waste money on it.”

After a long discussion which looked like hours,  we settled on  perfume. Which was our first choice and our final one. Why did we wasted time on thinking. I think Men will be men especially when it comes to impressing boss.

 We both sat on bike.  Vishal had eaten half of my brain in gift parlor and  continues to do so,  on bike. Speaking Sincerity , the seriousness of irritation was so much,  I thought he was paid to do it.

We reached the destination. But, I was still in doubt whether to go inside or leave. Though my luck left me and i was in the party. Vishal pulled me inside, as if, it was his birthday rather then someone else's. 

I saw a mirror on way. Consoling myself on looks i entered the garden area where the was about to take party. Whole garden was decorated with lights, cut outs and had lots of food stalls.

Vishal left me as soon as he saw other colleagues and ran with enthusiasm to meet them. I also jointed. Greeted Gopal Singhania our dear, loveable boss (don't go on word).  Then decided to take a corner sit against a wall. I had soft drinks in my hand.  Something was fishy. They all were taking about a beauty. I could also see her, though I was far.

   PART 1

I had thought of stopping but I became  part.  Never thought that one night of pleasure could end a beauty and deprive the word of such a excellent creation. The excitement, accompanied with the force turned youth into a beast.

This is what happened in the night of the birthday party of our boss, we gathered, we all were normal human beings. Untill that moments arrived which charged our bodies. We all became that we never dreamed of i.e. a beast of flesh and beauty.

  All was going very well till the tables were set and that innocent beauty was made to sit in front of us. Standing meters away, or shall I say whiskers away. I was so indulged in her beauty which made space between us out of thoughts. Her curved body, her golden hair, her blue round eyes spoke a pacified everyone. It had some effects on my body; the layer of her beauty was untouched. I was feeling her virginity. The sweatness of her felt like smells of vanilla essence, it was watering mouths of my colleagues especially, the boss. 

 I could see, some were going near her to get those fragrance of perfume . She felt so fresh, as if she was new to this world, seeing her hearth, waves ran around. I could bet on she was the most prettiest. She was dressed in the best way possible. Everything she was wearing made her more beautiful. The red veil of her which was kissing her hearth. She didn’t knew, it’s a crime to be beautiful when boys like beast are around. 

Who knew she would become a prey. She was going to be punished for being beautiful. I was shell shock, thinking can she survive even for few min in this hell where men were dyeing to have pleasure.

I still remembered it was around nine the lights went off. It was now time for beast to attack her.

One of the beast took some steps towards her with fast breaths and heart beats. His intention was quite clear, he wanted to engulf her and feel the pleasure. Passion level roused. Every eye was glittered with intensity, though I closed mine. I was very afraid for her but could not speak for her. The beast reached her. I was glaring at boss. He was enjoying all these.

 The beast put the barricade around her, so that she was confined to a specific place, she was afraid.  Before anything could strike me she was surrounded by all in a round circle. She was alone facing all. I was standing besides the table looking to her. 

Boss the was first one to take advantage of her; the stripped the red vile from her attire, all was enjoying. I was still standing near table cant hold my breath I was thinking of yawing but I moved a little back in fear. I could not bear but have to bear all these as l lost all power to stop them. Her shriek or yell wasn’t heard. She was screaming but they went on with there job of making her silent forever. Yeah she was made silent by placing a knife over her.

Next what happened is indescribable, inexpressible, and unbearable. Attires of her were removed by knife not before the moment reach which was enough to make eyes pop out of shocket.

Her body was an art. An art, which was on verge of end. I was still looking from backyards. Some times hiding my face, closing my eyes, turning away. Everyone Enjoys romantic relationship, but like this only a beast can, not a human.

Did anyone bothers no, no one did. I wanted to protest, it was raising high on my mind. Some bravery came from behind and hugged me but my i was coward deep underneath . I stopped in mid way to protest it as they were 7 and I alone. So I decided to take a view, without interrupting there pleasure fill moments. 

Her beautiful body was hitting me, a beast just then sided his hand on her soft curves. He was cutting the slices of  her dignity & a relishing it, he motivated others even to do same. Even bit to me also but I controlled it. Few moments later her body was flying in air, some throwing her, some kissing her others leaved marks on her face and body. Oh! This cruelty I never felt so helpless, I was feeling pathetic but yet suppressed.

I was still thinking of her blue eyes and red lines; I saw her innocence, modesty and simplicity in those eyes. But now those were full of grief yet no one saw it. They were busy watching something else. She pleaded but those were never heard as she was brushed on face of new beast every second. She was beautiful so all wanted her, rubbing down on the bodies, forcing over lips of every beast present over there, “I was exception as I am a human” I said. But am I seriously a human or a beast.

They played with her beauty, with her modesty, ended her virginity and still on way of destroying her. Yet no one complained. How cheap peoples are. Then I realized I myself didn’t complained rather decided to be silent spectator.

The conflicts continued this time it was with no one else but with my inner self. How could I have protested “when everyone there was the part of the injustice”. But I had to survive, I had no option. So I gave all thoughts of fight inside me. 

One of those beast, vishal came to me. I moved back a little, but he forced me. This time it on her. At last forgetting everything what was going in my mind moments ago. I held her high hi-fied all & bidden my first kiss on her which turn out to be the final of many series kisses. 

I was astonished as moments ago she was here  in front of me but now what lefts behind its dreams of her. I will have dreams of her entire life as such creations are not made every day. She took her last breath in my hands; with my kiss she was silent for ever. 

There was not a single shriek of regret rather joyous applauses. Not a single trace of her cream body could be located anywhere. She was in silent of death mixing with the voice of satisfaction. I broke down tears rolled from both eyes, dreaming of tears in beautiful bullish eyes of her. Those tears would never forgive me for it.  This feeling made me to submerged my face in hand , hide my feelings due to rage of these mobs, I too became part of dignity slicing. Many of us standing besides the table would have felt shame. We all waited for others to start. 

 I was blown away by thought if I have dared other would have helped surly. I could not gather courage to be the leader. If I would have done so I would have save the beauty. My fear got better of mine and I loosed her forever. I realized none other like her would be created ever, she was my queen. I might have got her if I would have managed to save her virginity, dignity, modesty. When everybody was rubbing her on gopal’s so called ugly face, then on there lips and bodies. I just watched end of the beauty by a night’s pleasure. The beautiful gorgeous shiny creamy soft birthday cake was finished as I watched.

 U read it right. U can read it again if u wants. It was a cake which I was taking about. This time I was taking about a birthday cake, which acts as a replica of many incidents in present world. How many times such incidents happen in reality in our daily life?

MOLESTATION :- A Revealing Story (PART - 2)