Secrets & Lies

Lying comes to all of us, inherently. It is not like we practice the art of lying, but it is a trait that we pick up along the way in our lives. It is like a defensive weapon that we sometimes wield in front of our parents, relatives or even our best friends.

Secrets and lies go hand in hand and keeping a cousin sister’s secret is like a blood oath that you take upon yourself. They maybe a cousin, but if you don’t have a sister of your own, they naturally fall into that category. The alliance you form with them is valued to be very precious and the feeling will be unequivocally mutual. One such secret did cost us a lot and that we had to lie to defend it from our own kin.

As you all know, getting into a relationship is a big deal for girls, especially when we are teenagers. The rush is just too much to comprehend and we end up confiding to our best friends or better yet, our cousins. (They are pretty much considered to be best friends!) At the age of fifteen, my beloved cousin Fareeha sprinted into a relationship which was very appealing to her at that time. Little did she know that the dude was a possessive and psychotic nutcase! I had just flown down for a vacation and like always, my brother and I spent it at my grandmother’s. She was budding with the news and as soon as everyone went to bed, we hastened to our special spot on the terrace.

Armed with sweltering mugs of coffee, we started our prized conversation. I was not prepared for the news and spilt out coffee, almost choking on it. She was mooning over him until dawn and honestly, I just wanted a good night’s sleep by the end of it. Her elation was infectious and I joined in too, teasing her and the boyfriend as well. I am not going to lie though; it was amusing for a while. But things escalated quickly and soon the relationship swung from eternal bliss in paradise to a Doom’s Day parade. His possessive nature was getting on her nerves and she was not “accommodating” enough (According to that deranged crackpot).

We had to lie over and over again to her parents as well as mine, to get her to meet him, while I acted as her guardian. Though we swore not to tell anyone, the situation had become quite intense and inescapable. He turned from boyfriend to psycho-stalker, posing problems to her and wherever she went. It was getting out of hand and nightmarish too. And then I had to make a decision, whether to rid ourselves of this monster or to suffer under his wrath till the end of my “alleged” peaceful vacation.

I confessed everything to my Chachu (My dad’s younger brother), staking my relationship with my cousin because she wanted to handle things her way and she was failing miserably too. Let’s just say that my chachu “handled” everything and the guy was nowhere to be seen around us after that episode. Fareeha was furious and didn’t talk to me until my vacation ended. I knew it was not going to be a pretty sight, but I contended myself over the fact that I saved her ungrateful butt! Who knows what that stalker was capable of?!

Well, that’s my story and I take pride in telling the truth at that right time, for it saved both me and my cousin from a terrible fate. I know that it sounds exaggerated, but stalkers too turn into rapists when pushed onto the edge to prove a point. (Just saying!)

This post is a part of Indi-Happy Hours Kitna chain hota hai na sachchai mein contest in association with Kinley.

The demonic face of humanity

The stains of the massacre

Innocent blood spilt

Aren’t your hands blemished?

Don’t they tremble at night?

The tiny and brittle bodies

Crammed into coffins

Their weight will be borne

By your shoulders alone,

How can you live with yourself?

How can you look in the mirror?

Do you have the nerve,

To face your Lord on the judgement day?

Into the Woods – #RiseAboveFear

Fear is omnipresent. Fear is inevitable. And there is nothing to be ashamed about admitting one’s fear. It defines a part of who we are. We all have our fair share of fears and my list is pretty extensive.

My honeymoon trip was pretty exciting and my husband had planned for us to go to Kerala. It was quite exotic and as you all know that it is thickly populated with forests, no doubt about that. We had traveled along with my sister-in-law and her husband. The more the merrier, right? We had planned out our trip and narrowed down to visiting three places in ‘God’s own country’. Our agenda included that we start from Munnar, onto Thekkady and then the last stop would be Alleppy. Munnar was a harmless hill-station where we just went onto visit the famous tea-estates and mountain peaks. But the real crazy streak began in Thekkady.

The resort where we had checked into was in the middle of a freaking forest! If that was not creepy enough, wait till you hear the rest of it. The nights were the scariest when we could literally hear the hooting of the owls and the howling of the wolves, or was it just my imagination? I don’t know because I was scared to death and hid under the blankets holding in my pee. If that portion was not scary enough, we had bizarre insects invading the balcony and I don’t do well with them either, they frighten the hell out of me.

My beloved husband took me on a forest trekking adventure the next day and it was meant to be a surprise! My sister-in-law and I were entirely unprepared for the trek. I didn’t even have my trekking shoes, for crying out loud! I was clad in my Christian Louboutin peep-toe boots. Yeah, I used that as an excuse because the forest had already freaked me out until it had driven me crazy. My sis-in-law was running half-way back to the spot where we had started from and her husband ran out to catch her.

We were compromised and dragged into the forest. The trekking guide had provided me with a pair of protective stockings that had HOLES IN IT. I mean the whole point of it being ‘protective’ was the fact that it covered your damned leg. And he sprayed some extra salt on my legs to calm me down because I had started hyperventilating. He had just warned me about the slimy leeches that would proudly suck on your legs if you don’t pay attention. And also if we were to be attacked by an enraged wild elephant, we should simply stand still and quietly get out of it’s way.

My face turned pastel and suddenly I could not breathe. But I knew that I had to go on, because there was no turning back after that point. That was the moment I decided to face my fears. Not that I had over-come them unreservedly but a part of myself the felt unwavering to get through the ruckus. I braved through the smarmy leeches (totally screaming, but hey, I made it!) and other sluggish insects as well. Thankfully, there were no infuriated elephants along the way. I proudly passed by the sly foxes as well.

I consider this little incident a victory. I credit myself for this remarkable feat. Even though my Christian Louboutins were destroyed in that trekking adventure, I had overcome my fear of insects and wild animals. And that, ladies and gentlemen is how I rose above fear, through that daring little venture.

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The Scarlet Blade

A sword, tainted with blood

Mounted on top of the peak

Blazing,

A warning for those who stoke

The wrath of the demon’s head

Wittingly,

The duel comes with a price

That you lay down your life

To enter the arena,

That you climb the peak

Risking the fall

With an intention to rise,

Will you be able to?

Are you that strong?

Are you that imprudent?

Hell is an open party

Heaven is coveted,

Yet a tremendous gamble,

Choose your door with caution

For the opportunity,

Never comes twice.

India – On the “Road” to recovery?

It was three am in the morning, and my husband and I were driving up to the airport along with my in-laws. My mother-in-law was leaving town to visit my niece a.k.a her granddaughter for her first birthday party. She was really excited and the trip and I was thrilled about experimental cooking once she leaves. (Come on, a girl’s gotta eat!)I was riding shot-gun and I am O.C.D about seatbelts. Gratefully, his car starts bleeping when the driver’s and the passenger seat belts’ are not firmly intact. He got around to wearing his seat-belt after getting that blessed car.

After teary farewells and a successful check-in, she boarded her flight and gave us the green signal to leave the airport.

It was almost four-thirty by the time we cruised on to the high-way roads. When we were almost nearing the Adyar Bridge Signal, this truck dude popped out of nowhere and he skidded right in front of us with his rear tanker poised a few feet away from the hood of our car, still skidding. That douche-bag was entirely drunk and both his headlights were switched OFF and he had no rear-reflectors that could tick off his presence.

He had no clue that a car was coming in the opposite direction and since it was a junction road and nobody bothers about the traffic lights four-thirty am in the morning that issue was conveniently ignored. He finally got a hang of his ridiculous truck and stopped it just in time. Otherwise, we would have been gloriously burdened with his rear-tanker. My husband and my father-in-law had a swearing row with a man that was partially conscious of his actions.

This is not a tale, but merely a hint at the road situation in Chennai, Tamil-Nadu, India, where nobody gives a damn about the rules or about drunken driving. The truck drivers deliberately down the alcohol and go for a spin ride. All I could think of were the negative possibilities that could have transpired that morning.

You think the truck drivers are nasty, wait until you hear about the high and mighty pedestrians. They run in front of speeding cars on highways, the lord alone knows if it is just for the fun of it. They let their children out on the loose and blame the accidents on the driver and get compensated. And the other unbearable instance that you encounter on a daily basis, getting onto a running bus! I mean, haven’t you read enough news articles and watched clippings to know that it is extremely hazardous to do so?!

I would like to elucidate this little term that defines the manner of the pedestrians’ misbehaviour on the roads. Jaywalking/Jay-crossing is the term describing the illegal or reckless crossing of a roadway by a pedestrian. It is not illegal in our country as it the population does not compromise the circumstances. The low level of traffic control means that jaywalking is often more of a necessity to a pedestrian and is rarely punished outside of major commercial hubs such as Singapore. It is quite common scenario, given the level of traffic that pedestrians eventually will walk out into oncoming traffic and effectively pave out a route to the other end of the road.

Do you have some of those annoying friends, who gamble their lives along with yours when they listen to music plugging in BOTH the earphones whilst driving a ruddy two-wheeler? Well, of course you do! They won’t listen to you rambling on about the rules, obviously. So, what do we do in situations like that? How do we convince them not potentially kill ourselves in the process of getting to a destination?

It is quite simple actually, HIDE THEIR EAR-PHONES. Make sure that your rat-bag of a friend never finds his/her earphones when she is about to drive her two-wheeled vehicle. They might get agitated or aggravated, but put their safety before the little brawls. The long and chatty conversations with their boyfriends or girlfriends will just have to wait. Some losers actually think they can text and drive at the same time?! Punch them in the face (okay, not really!), knock some sense into them and give yourself some credit, you are saving TWO LIVES!

Especially, in a city like Chennai where hand-signals (occasional hand-waving is so not qualified) are not considered to be a form of communication and buzzing the loud horns is the only method of alerting the people riding along-side you (More like scare the crap out of you). Some believe that using indicator signals on the vehicle would make you too much of a Mr. /Ms. Goody-two-shoes if you do so, on the road.

In my experience on the road, I have always found that multiple people riding in a single two-wheeler could be nothing but asking for trouble. It is wiser to avoid such imprudent situations instead of losing control of the vehicle in the middle of the road!

How can I forget the treasurable bike messengers and paid-up cab drivers who takes the phrase ‘run like the wind, bulls-eye’ (toy-story reference) too seriously? They are the key elements in creating the perfect time-bomb, on a road. Evidently, their job requirements maybe “need for speed”, but that should not be at the cost of others’ lives on the line. People should start to value their lives more than a cold pizza (Which can be heated up in a micro-wave!).

Road-safety cannot be attainted over-night and it is the need of the hour, which is what we have all been working towards for quite a long time and continue to work for as well. And that is just what Nissan Motor Co., Ltd. aims at accomplishing. They have launched an annual programme that urges this very obligation called the Nissan Safety Driving Forum (NSDF) in India as part of its safety driving promotion activities, initially launched in 2012. They have come a long way branching out from New Delhi, Chennai and Mumbai to several other cities like Chandigarh, Jalandhar, Jaipur, Vadodara, Nagpur, Mangalore and Kochi.

They have grown phenomenally and have corroborated a startling 126% growth in the sensitisation of wearing seat-belts. Not only that, they also have this cool initiative where they let the drivers indulge in the live simulated experiences to comprehend how the safety features activate during a car-crash. It also includes a 360-degree turn over which emphasizes on the usage of seatbelts during the sessions in progress on road safety. This focalises on road etiquette to stay safe.

NDSF’s mechanism comprises of working towards creating an awareness of driving safely in India, beneath their Blue Citizenship banner. They urge passengers and drivers to travel safely by wearing their seat-belts and also high-light their importance. Their ultimate goal is to spread the cognizance of the repercussion of traffic accidents and its causalities.

Topic: Responsibility on the road is not just towards one’s own self but also to the other motorists and pedestrians. In a blog post, tell us what steps, according to you, would help with road safety in India.

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