#indiansociety

71 posts
  • sreelekhabose 29w

    She doesn't wear the colours of her soul anymore..

    She lost her freedom as she couldn't be herself for a longer period of time. Had love come with a tag that said it won't let her live on her terms, she wouldn't have fallen prey to it. For him the things remain the same but for her its a constant change of things and she has never felt being herself because it was never her smiling from within. She has been rugged by the societal lights of what a woman should do and what she should not. She wishes she was never a woman.

    Its never a blessing here. She dies a little, withers a little everyday. She gives up on her wishes and soul stirs everyday. Just for the society. And fake it with a rounded smile.

    She wishes to live in her pyjamas , sleeping late till ten and working on her laptop with messy hair and a happy chocolate bar and then sweating it out in gym but she sees a different person now. She wears the colours of society, not the colours of her soul.

    She is no more an untamed soul. She is a married woman. She has to live by the rules of society and her free soul had somehow been caged inside the bars of the humongous odd environment she has landed herself into. She can't escape , else she would be threatened to be left aside.

    She would be mocked at ,name called by!

    She is a woman, she can die multiple deaths everyday. Sometimes letting go off her wishes, sometimes her dreams. Her wishes could never be anyone's mutual shared interest.

    And they don't forget to remind her that a woman is born to sacrifice and compromise!

    What is the point of being asked to follow ones wishes and dreams when one doesn't feel empowered at all for the same?

    Why is it so tough to be a woman in todays world?
    ©sreelekhabose

  • _rakhi 34w

    मेरी भाभी गुंडे मवाली family से है, हर चार दिन में झगड़ा करना उसकी खानदानी आदत है, एक ऐसे ही usual झगड़े के बाद मेरी भाभी रात के मुंह उठ के अपने मां के घर चले गई, उसके बाद उसकी मां उसका 25 साल का भाई मम्मी को फोन कर के दमकी देता है मेरा बड़े पापा rapist है मेरा पापा murder थे, भाभी की मम्मी, मेरी मम्मी को बदुआ देती है की आपकी की बेटी है देखना उसके साथ भी गलत होगा खुश नही रहेगी कभी। मेरी मां ही घटिया रण्डी है तो उस औरत को इतनी छूट मिली गई बोलने की। और फिर लोग ज्ञान चोदते है की तू अपने कमरे में रह उनसे क्या करना, बिना कुछ किए लोग मुझे बीच में ले आते है चुtiया लोगो।
    ©_rakhi

  • _rakhi 40w

    बेटा अगर अपनी बीवी के साथ मिल कर भी अपने घर वालो की बुराई करे तो भी वो बेटा कहलाता है क्योंकि खाना मिलता है न माँ को उसको और क्या चाहिए, बेटी करे तो सीधा चरित्रहीन घर वालो की सगी नही है कहलाती है। आज़मा लो।
    ©_rakhi

  • me4tyrion 45w

    ग़ज़ल

    ज़िंदगी! तंग तेरे रंज औ'ग़मों से आकर सो जाते हैं
    एक सूरत देखनी है सो ख्वाबों में जाकर खो जाते हैं

    ज़िगर में कोई खलिश नहीं है नहीं ऐसा नहीं है
    कहा उसने-हंसाकर समाजों में जाकर तो जाते हैं

    फिर अर्ज ये भी करो कि कहां मिलेंगे ऐसे लोग
    सुना हैं - लोग अच्छे अच्छों में जाकर हो जाते हैं

    मुखालिफ हैं उसके सब दानिस्ता बुरा उसे कहते हैं
    या अच्छे वो हमारी निगाहों में आकर हो जाते हैं

    साज़िश है कि मौ'जिज़ा है कोई हिंदुस्तानी जबां का
    रकीब से आते हैं शब्द दोस्तों के जाकर हो जाते हैं

    हम तेरे साथ हैं जब तक तब तक हम हम हैं
    कोई और ही हम दुसरों में जाकर हो जाते हैं

    जानवर हैं ये जो सारे मर्द के से दिखलाई पड़ते हैं
    खूनी भेड़िये ये सारे मेमनों में जाकर हो जाते हैं

    इज्जत लुट जाती है या सानिहा गुजरता है कहीं
    भले लोग हैं ये सब जो घरों में जाकर सो जाते हैं
    ©me4tyrion

  • solivagant_soul 61w

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
    And I wished I could travel the third that
    wasn't mentioned above.
    Ma said she saw a brilliant doctor in me the day I was born.
    Dad stated I would definitely triumph over the market if I prosper his business as the firstborn.
    After all, Humanities was never an option.
    None of them were intended to ask what was my ambition.
    I was devoid of words to reveal the flavour I acquired in studying finest english literatures similar to a pinch of aromatic thymes.
    and the love I stored for poetries that rhymes.

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And I was shoved into commerce which I never
    aspired since childhood.
    Little did I know about the tumult, life would put me into.
    With barely two choices to pursue.
    The labyrinth called life seemed void just like the zeroes in my accounts book.
    Alas ,all my dreams were bottled up in a tight jar with chains tagged as "what will society say".
    Spending several nights with the undeciphered books ,
    With it's dim looking numbers all with homogenous looks.
    I ended up travelling the road that led me into an universe occupied by aliens.

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And I finally graduated and Found a way out
    of this strange crowd.
    Unaware of the dead end with kins ready to
    turn me into an object to ridicule.
    Been Labelled as mediocre, for the grades I obtained.
    Discharging the few tokens of artistry stacked in the secret corner of my brain.
    And gone were the pastel poesies that I delivered.
    The heart that gave birth to myriad Dreams has now withered.

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
    I took the one everyone travelled by.
    Amidst peer pressures and society's opinions
    I had lost the colorful dreams and visions.
    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
    And Wish I had taken the one less travelled by.


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    ~ I tried composing "The road not taken" with Indian taste.~
    (One of my favourite poem till date. )

    { I don't know why Indian society's perception towards Humanities/arts is so unpleasant. So many Children have gave up their dream in order to satisfy their family. I just don't get the logic why arts is considered subordinate than the other streams. Let the children have their way. Everyone has their own life and everyone definately knows what to do. No one wants to see themselves in pieces after choosing the wrong career option. Afterall, when children wi grow up into adults each one will run a family of their own , so I think it's pointless to shove kids into a particular stream which is against their choice
    Fortunately, my parents never forced me to do so. }


    #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writersofmirakee #mirakeeworldwidewriter #readwriteunite #poetry #theroadnottaken #indiansociety
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    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
    And I wished I could travel the third that
    wasn't mentioned above.

    (Read full poetry in caption)

    ©__~₮ⱧɆ ⱤØ₳Đ ₦Ø₮ ₮₳₭Ɇ₦ ~

  • shalini_jain_pipada 62w

    फैसला

    हम उस देश में रहते हैं ,
    जहाँ कोर्ट का फैसला आने में सालो लगते हैं।
    और समाज़ का फैसला आने में चंद मिनट भी नहीं लगते हैं।।
    ©shalini_jain_pipada

  • _rakhi 84w

    मै हिंदी मे लिखती हूँ
    इस वजह से मुझे एक बर किसी ने दहती बोला था मै ने जवाब नहीं दिया था मै हिंदी मे लिखना चाहती हूँ ये मेरी ‘choice’ है और रही English की ऐसे कई दोस्त है मेरे मुझे English message समझा दे transliteration कर ने बोलते है! और मे खुश होती हूँ जिनको English समझने मे समाइयाँ होती है वो पुछते है ये नहीं सोचते की कोई उनका मज़ाक़ बनाएगा कम से कम वो उन जैसे लोग तो नहीं जो सिर्फ़ दूसरों का मज़ाक़ बनते है और nepotism जैसी बड़ी बड़ी बातें करते है
    ©_rakhi

  • blankvoice 84w

    Unborn girl child

    Those blinking eyes
    Never stable,
    To walk yet now
    Which legs were disable.

    Those blushy cheeks
    Under the eyes,
    When she smiles
    Very high they rise.

    Those small chic ears
    With no ear ring,
    Crawling in her way
    And in her way she'd sing.

    But this beauty
    Was not digestible,
    To her family
    And the relatables.

    Murdered her in
    The same womb,
    Where she built
    Her dream's tomb.

    Her dream's tomb
    Up so tall,
    Beneath it's shadow
    She'd crawl.

    But this dream was
    Left unfulfilled,
    With her dreams
    She was killed.

    Was drilled until
    She was dead,
    All her dreams
    Were left unfed.
    ©blankvoice

  • love_your__life_18 97w

    Coward Men

    ©love_your__life_18

  • the_drunken_poetess 105w

    If only...

    It was selfish of her to make a choice,
    It was disrespectful of her to have a voice,
    They decided when she could come and go,
    All because, she had never learnt to say no.

    Only appreciated for her household skill,
    Only valued if her demands were nil,
    They decided what she could wear and what not,
    All because, since her childhood she had never fought.

    Now an outdated mother and a boring wife,
    Now an intrusion in everyone's personal life,
    They decide whether she can speak or has to withhold,
    All because, how she thinks is now conservative and old.

    Vani Agarwal
    ©the_drunken_poetess

  • amrutha_writtings 107w

    Please

    Never think bad about yourself
    God has made relatives, neighbours and society for that..
    So please don't steal their job.!
    ©amrutha_writtings

  • gauravrajak 112w

    I can proudly say that.. I came from that society where saying SEX is as like a crime!

    ©gauravrajak

  • ekant_corner 126w

    Menstruation

    The same red blood holding two aspects

    1.Mensturation : she is impure.

    2.Bleeding on bed after 1st night: she is pure.

  • bejubaanshayar 126w

    आसमा से गीरा पानी
    जमी पर ठहर जाता है
    शायद इसी लिये के काई ग़रीब
    इसी से अपनी प्यास बुझाता है
    ©bejubaanshayar

  • panchdoot 126w

    पत्रिका के आगामी अंक के लिए ध्यान देने योग्य महत्वपूर्ण बिंदु...

    1. 'हम और हमारे अधिकार' मैगजीन का शीर्षक है। जिसमें आप भारतीय नागरिक के रूप में विभिन्न क्षेत्रों में मिले अधिकारों के बारें में लिख सकते हैं। ध्यान दे, आप केवल एक क्षेत्र और उसके अधिकारों के बारें लिखें। सभी अधिकारों को एक लेख में वर्णित न करें। 

    2. सही तथ्यों और नई जानकारियों के साथ लिखें।
    3. लेख की शब्दसीमा 1500 से अधिक रखी गई है।
    4. यदि आप आगामी अंक में लिखने के इच्छुक हैं तो नीचे दिए ईमेल पते पर अपना विषय और अंतिम तारीख दोनों बताएं।
    5. लेख के साथ स्वघोषणा, पहचान आईडी और एक फोटो व नाम (जिस नाम से लेख) प्रकाशित करवाना चाहते हैं। सभी जानकारी एकसाथ भेजें। अलग-अलग मेल स्वीकारिए नहीं होंगे।
    6. यदि आप कविता और कहानी भेजना चाहते हैं तो उसका कोई विषय नहीं। आप अपनी पसंद की सामाजिक मुद्दों पर आधारित कहानी कविता भेज सकते हैं, लेकिन प्राथमिकता उक्त विषय को दी जायेंगी ।

    7. लेख भेजने की अंतिम तारिख 6 सितंबर 2019 है।
    8- अपने लेख हमें panchdoot1@gmail.com पर भेजें।
    9- केवल जरूरी जानकारी के लिए मेल करें अन्य जानकारियों के फेसबुक, ट्विटर या इंस्ट्राग्राम पर मैसेज करें।

    आप पञ्चदूत के बारे में हमेशा अपडेट रहना चाहते हैं तो प्ले स्टोर से हमारी एंड्रॉयड मोबाइल एप्लिकेशन को अवश्य डाउनलोड करें ताकि आपको उचित नोटीफिकेशन प्राप्त हो सकें ।
    #magazine_cover #magazinedesign #magazinetopic #rights #right2education #righttochoose #indian_ #indiansociety #mobility #mera_desh_mahan #citizen #hindilekhen #hindistories #hindi #article #writedilse #writingchallenge #writingplatform #hindimagazine

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  • takytales 126w

    Failure of few policies in our country ( as per no.s) :
    • Contraceptive education
    • condom education
    • Surgical Contraception
    • 2 child policy ( happy family )

    With time We have controlled alot , but not birth rate , been good in only controlling above policies .
    As we are 130cr + , soon we will cross figures of highest populated country.

    Ruling govt. Believes in advertising , so they should be more strict but in romantic way ....like taglines :-

    " सोए तू तुझे रात भर मैं देखा करूँ "

    " You sleep, i will see u overnight "
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    #socialmessage #birthcontrol #birthrate #populationcontrol #overpopulation #sarcasm @sarcasm #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee #strongmessage #indiansociety #society #writersworld #writerscommunity #writerssociety #lovetowrite #sarcasmlover #romanticway

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    Birth control ...

    #takytales




    " सोए तू तुझे रात भर मैं देखा करूँ "

    " You sleep, i will see u overnight "


    ( Must Read the complete story in caption )

  • entanglednerves 127w

    Marriages and India

    Marriages are made in heaven but solemnised in hell
    For virgin brides and rich grooms, tolls that wedding bell
    It's time to invoke both God and government for this gaudy day
    The sex deprived "Man and Wife" have finally found an easy lay
    Dowry and vows of "Daughter's well-being", between parents, are exchanged
    Then the fluids meant for dispassionate sex, between the couple, are interchanged
    The dream of a condom-less night sold to the society is eventually fulfilled
    As their unwanted children are welcomed, their remaining lustful desires' killed.

    - Shivin Varghese Unitholi

    ©entanglednerves

  • takytales 127w

    Pads !!!

    ©takytales

    Feminine story ...
    Monthly solitary ...
    Suffering mandatory ...
    Problem planetary ...

    Highschool commentary ...
    Lost Skirt dignitary ...
    Batchmates documentary ...
    Nothing hereditary ...
    Problem planetary ...

    Going Temples unparliamentary ...
    Worshipping uncomplimentary ...
    Nothing hereditary ...
    Problem planetary ...

    Awareness elementary ...
    Advertisements elementary ...
    Blue color sanitary ...
    Red color unsanitary ...
    Nothing hereditary ...
    Problem planetary ...

    Feminine story ...
    Feminine salutary (means beneficial) ...
    I'm menstruation with pads sanitary !!!!

  • omyfrndu 128w

    #తెలుగు #తెలుగువెలుగు #తెలుగుకవితలు #కులం #మతం #కులమతాలు #కులమతభేదం #గాలి #బతుకు #బుద్ది #నాదేశం #భారతదేశం #పక్షపాతం #omyfrnd #telugu #teluguvelugu #telugukavithalu #teluguwriters #teluguwritings #religion #caste #casteism #air #life #religionpolitics #india #indiansociety #myindia

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    కులమత భేదాలు

    పీల్చే గాలికి కులమతాలు ఉంటే,
    ఈ జనాల బతుకులు ఏమయ్యేవో..
    నా దేశానికి తగిన బుద్ది రావాలంటే,
    పంచభూతాలకూ పక్షపాతముండాలేమో...
    ©omyfrndu మనసులో మాట

  • sreema_sree 136w

    और बैठो

    क्या चाहते हो?
    इंसान को पत्थर,
    और पत्थर को भगबान बनाये बैठे हो।
    इन्शान के बच्ची को मार दफना कर,
    दुर्गा की मूर्ति पे माला तो,
    दरगाह में चादर चढ़ाये बैठे हो।
    अरे कबतक और चलेगा ऐसा?
    अब हम कड़ी निंदा करते है सुन सुन कर,
    अब ये आग लगी दिलको बुझाये बैठे हो।
    ये तो उन १४० बच्चे तक का परबाह नही करते
    क्यों भला अभी भी
    राजरस्था पे मोहम्मबति लिए बैठे हो?

    ©sreema_sree