Sunday, 13 March 2011

Emptiness.... by Rohan Rathore...


Ho love of mine
With a song and a wine
You're harsh and divine
Like truths and a lie

But the tale ends not here
I have nothing to fear
For my love is hell of giving and hold on

And the bright emptiness
In a room full of it
Is a cruel mistress
Woah oh!
I feel this unrest
That nest all hollowness
For I have nowhere to go in the cold

And I feel so lonely
There's a better place than this
Emptiness

And I'm so lonely
There's a better place than this

Emptiness, Yeaheaeah!

Tune mere jaana
Kabhi nahi jaana
Ishq mera, Dard mera, Haaye!

Tune mere jaana
Kabhi nahi jaana
Ishq mera, dard mera

Aashiq tera
Bhid me khoya rehta hai, Jaane Jahaan
Poocho to itna kehta hai

That I feel so lonely
There's a better place than this
Emptiness

And I'm so lonely
There's a better place than this
Emptiness, Yeaheaeah!

Saturday, 12 March 2011

My Speech On Child Labour....


WHO amongst you here wants to have children in the future? I know this question comes to you early but there are no right and wrong answers here. I, too, want to have sons and daughters in the future. I want them to enjoy all the simplest, craziest and funniest things a child can enjoy – for instances, to play, to learn and to sing– like I did when I was young.

However, coming from a developing country myself, I know that not all children achieved these “hopes” of mine. Imagine your younger brothers and/or sisters, cousins, relatives, friends and even yourself at circumstances like washing clothes at the road side, washing dishes in shops and lastly polish shoes or even begging on the road side.
It’s refreshing to know that a huge number of children are going back to being, well, “children”. However, the first step we can do to help eliminate child labor is to be aware of it and its causes, effects and some of the organizations we can join in the future.
WHEN I was as small, I went to school, play with other kids, and enjoy life as it is. I didn’t need to think about our family problems or to work, except for house chores. I hate them. Anyway, when I saw these children while coming to college selling flowers or polishing shoes or begging or washing utensils and serving tea or food in any shop, I realized how fortunate I am that my parents allowed me to play and study. I was literally surprised rather the best word would be shocked. We, children, are supposed to be the future of this world.
Now, so what is this “CHILD LABOUR”? Child Laborers are any worker aged less than fifteen years who lack access to education or are involved in hazardous or heavy work
Let me tell you a few examples, there are children (girls and boys) who happen to be the eldest of their poor family and so they have to work for their family leaving their education, fun, and what we call as “life” in our language. Instead of worrying about their arithmetic assignments or the stages of growth of a butterfly, they have to think about their food and the debts she had to pay. They become responsible of their and their family’s lives.
According to anti-slavery.org, 60% of child workers carrying out work for their families are unpaid.
Another cause of child labor are the immoral employers who, to avoid spending more money, takes children as employees. After all, they believe that the children are faster and cheaper; in addition, they are young. Other causes of child labor are inadequate school facilities, not enough resources for family’s basic needs, and any sudden events like an illness, loss of a job and a natural disaster. Discrimination on grounds including gender, race or religion also plays its part in why some children work.
As of now, there are many government and non government organizations that are aiming to helping children. Some of them are Free the Children, Anti-Slavery Child Labor program, International Labor Organization or ILO, United Nations Children’s Fund or UNICEF and World Vision.
These organizations help raise money to pay the family’s debts and send these children to schools. Some have programs and volunteers around the world; some even in INDIA.
TEN years to twenty years from now, who knows, the world will be welcoming our children. In time we will reflect upon this day and tell ourselves, “I want the best of the world for my child.” Sounds like our Mommy or Daddy, right? We’ll know, but right now, let us face this bigger question: Are we willing to give them, our children, the life they deserve? If yes, let us start now. Close your eyes. See the wider road and take chances. Can you see the children laughing like there’s no tomorrow? Now open your eyes… and welcome to the future.
Thank you for being patient and reading.
$AncHaRi….
Signing off…

To My Dearest Diary....


Dearest diary…

Hey frndz.... u ol must b thinkin y i gav such a title..... as ths is nt a diary.....
actually its just dat... i write my diary a lot.... so i just wanna share a few thoughts with u ppl....
many diary'z are finished by now... abt 6...... bt still... i keep on wrytn.....how often I have written those words in joy, anger, frustration, fear, disappointment, scratched out my emotions on page after page filling several notebooks through the years.  All my hopes and dreams, shining or tarnished were written down on sometimes tear splattered pages...my life as I saw it...all those yesterdays..... i keep reading n re-reding those old diaryz....  sum pages make me laugh.... maybe becoz its an incident of happiness n a joke craked or a prank played..... or sum incident wch made me happy in the previos dayz.... or maybe its just another incident of my stupidity.... an incident wch aftr reading made me think... OH GOD... HOW STUPID WAS THAT.... I WAS SO SO SO STUPID.... I DID THIS??? HUH!!!!! :P
Then there are things wch make me cry.... it takes me to those dayz....when i had to go through those pangs.... maybe brkupz in frndshipz.... misundrstandings among frndz.... or family probz.... or brkupz of relations.....

Bt wen i think of it as a whole.... i come to one conclusion... its that.....Oh how times have changed, I've changed, grown, become smarter and wiser and a much happier me through the years... 

sum of the pages hav ink sketches.... sum hav scratches..... sum hav just bullshit writtn....
sum hav diffrnt handwrytnz... wch make undrstand wethr i was happy or sad at that moment.... 

its so diffrnt to read my heart... my soul out on just mere pages.... its like how i think... how i carry out ....
my emotions, BOLD PRINT , so emphatic, yet a few lines do seem somewhat sage , full of wisdom from doing deep thinking.... a lot...  expressing just what I was feeling , finding hope even in tarnished dreams… Me holding on tight to the future ,  me wishing for good things in life , me dealing with stress and with strife , me writing God, notes in my notebooks , at times when I couldn’t formally pray (though at times i say i dnt bliv in GOD) , me pouring my heart out to HIM , written on a tear splattered page..... 

but now.... as i see... my thinking has changed... i hav bcum mature.... hav bcum happy...
it actually feels good to read n re-read  those pages.... <3 <3 <3 get to knw my strong ponts n week.... ^_^

Dnt knw how much i wl b able to share wid u all... bt i wl try to write as much as possible abt all my feelingz.... 
With Loadz of love...
$anChaRi...
signing off!!!