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hu nakasho shodhu chu ane sidhi liti dorun chu nadio, khetaro ane rajyani sarahado per A thi antar jya tame B karsho tya sudhi te phakt angalini lanbai che jay hu jou chu hu sthalane sparshun chu jya mane tamaro cahero malse mari angalio karacalioman che durana andhakaramay sthaloni men maro cote pratham baraman latakavi didho mane atyar sudhi koi shanti mali nathi hasy mara mounaman ghusi jay che jem ke nashaman dhut purushone vigyaanmaa khamio jova male che temana sabdo mote bhage ghonghat kare che phakt avajo wala bhoot tamara sabdo mari smritiman mara mate sangeet saman che ane tame jya cho tyathi mailo door hu thandi jamin par ado padyo ane hu hu prarthana karun chu ke kashuk mane upadi lay ane mane tamara hunfala bahupashaman besade che men atyar sudhini musaphari karya pachi ame trija baraman aag lagavi didhi hati ame aekbijane tapuni jem share karishu aapni panpano khalas thai jay tya sudhi aapni panpano bandh n thai jay tya sudhi ane temanthi pasand karvanu sapanu jovu chellun sthan jay ame chodyun che tamari naram tvaca rade che ek anand jay tame rakhi shakta nathi ane tame jya cho tyathi mailo door hu thandi jamin par ado padyo ane hu hu prarthana karun chu ke kashuk mane upadi lay ane mane tamara hunfala bahupashaman besade che ane mailothiહું નકશો શોધું છું અને સીધી લીટી દોરું છું નદીઓ, ખેતરો અને રાજ્યની સરહદો પર A થી અંતર જ્યાં તમે B કરશો ત્યાં સુધી તે ફક્ત આંગળીની લંબાઈ છે જે હું જોઉં છું હું સ્થળને સ્પર્શું છું જ્યાં મને તમારો ચહેરો મળશે મારી આંગળીઓ કરચલીઓમાં છે દૂરના અંધકારમય સ્થળોની મેં મારો કોટ પ્રથમ બારમાં લટકાવી દીધો મને અત્યાર સુધી કોઈ શાંતિ મળી નથી હાસ્ય મારા મૌનમાં ઘૂસી જાય છે જેમ કે નશામાં ધૂત પુરુષોને વિજ્ઞાનમાં ખામીઓ જોવા મળે છે તેમના શબ્દો મોટે ભાગે ઘોંઘાટ કરે છે ફક્ત અવાજો વાળા ભૂત તમારા શબ્દો મારી સ્મૃતિમાં મારા માટે સંગીત સમાન છે અને તમે જ્યાં છો ત્યાંથી માઈલો દૂર હું ઠંડી જમીન પર આડો પડ્યો અને હું હું પ્રાર્થના કરું છું કે કશુંક મને ઉપાડી લે અને મને તમારા હૂંફાળા બાહુપાશમાં બેસાડે છે મેં અત્યાર સુધીની મુસાફરી કર્યા પછી અમે ત્રીજા બારમાં આગ લગાવી દીધી હતી અમે એકબીજાને ટાપુની જેમ શેર કરીશું આપણી પાંપણો ખલાસ થઈ જાય ત્યાં સુધી આપણી પાંપણો બંધ ન થઈ જાય ત્યાં સુધી અને તેમાંથી પસંદ કરવાનું સપનું જોવું છેલ્લું સ્થાન જે અમે છોડ્યું છે તમારી નરમ ત્વચા રડે છે એક આનંદ જે તમે રાખી શકતા નથી અને તમે જ્યાં છો ત્યાંથી માઈલો દૂર હું ઠંડી જમીન પર આડો પડ્યો અને હું હું પ્રાર્થના કરું છું કે કશુંક મને ઉપાડી લે અને મને તમારા હૂંફાળા બાહુપાશમાં બેસાડે છે અને માઈલોથી

Βρίσκω τον χάρτη και σχεδιάζω μια ευθεία γραμμή Πάνω από ποτάμια, αγροκτήματα και κρατικές γραμμές Η απόσταση από το Α έως το σημείο όπου θα κάνατε το Β Είναι μόνο τα μήκη των δακτύλων που βλέπω Αγγίζω τον τόπο Πού θα έβρισκα το πρόσωπό σου Τα δάχτυλά μου σε πτυχές Από μακρινά σκοτεινά μέρη Κρεμάω το παλτό μου στο πρώτο μπαρ Δεν υπάρ��ει ειρήνη που έχω βρει μέχρι τώρα Το γέλιο διαπερνά τη σιωπή μου Καθώς οι μεθυσμένοι άνθρωποι βρίσκουν ελαττώματα στην επιστήμη Τα λόγια τους ως επί το πλείστον θόρυβοι Φαντάσματα με μόνο φωνές Τα λόγια σου στη μνήμη μου Είναι σαν μουσική για μένα Και μίλια μακριά από εκεί που βρίσκεστε Ξάπλωσα στο κρύο έδαφος και εγώ Προσεύχομαι να με πάρει κάτι Και με βάζει κάτω στη ζεστή αγκαλιά σου Αφού έχω ταξιδέψει τόσο μακριά Είχαμε βάλει τη φωτιά στο τρίτο μπαρ Θα μοιραζόμασταν ο ένας τον άλλον σαν νησί Μέχρι να εξαντληθούμε κλείνουμε τα βλέφαρά μας Και τα όνειρα παίρνουν από Το τελευταίο μέρος που αφήσαμε Το απαλό δέρμα σου κλαίει Μια χαρά που δεν μπορείς να κρατήσεις Και μίλια μακριά από εκεί που βρίσκεστε Ξάπλωσα στο κρύο έδαφος και εγώ Προσεύχομαι να με πάρει κάτι Και με βάζει κάτω στη ζεστή αγκαλιά σου Και μίλια από

Ich finde die Karte und zeichne eine gerade Linie Über Flüsse, Bauernhöfe und Staatsgrenzen Die Entfernung von A zu dem Ort, an dem du B Es sind nur Fingerlängen, die ich sehe Ich berühre den Ort Wo ich dein Gesicht finden würde Meine Finger in Falten Von fernen, dunklen Orten Meinen Mantel hänge ich in der ersten Bar auf Es gibt keinen Frieden, den ich bisher gefunden habe Das Lachen durchdringt meine Stille Wie betrunkene Männer Fehler in der Wissenschaft finden Ihre Worte sind meist Geräusche Geister mit nur Stimmen Deine Worte in meinem Gedenken Sind für mich wie Musik Und meilenweit von Ihrem Standort entfernt Ich legte mich auf den kalten Boden und Ich bete, dass mich etwas aufhebt Und mich in deine warmen Arme legt Nachdem ich so weit gereist bin Wir machten das Feuer bis zur dritten Bar Wir teilten uns wie eine Insel Bis zur Erschöpfung die Augenlider schließen Und das Träumen knüpft an Der letzte Ort, an dem wir aufgehört haben Deine weiche Haut weint Eine Freude, die man nicht zurückhalten kann Und meilenweit von Ihrem Standort entfernt Ich legte mich auf den kalten Boden und Ich bete, dass mich etwas aufhebt Und mich in deine warmen Arme legt Und meilenweit von

მე ვპოულობ რუკას და ვხატავ სწორ ხაზს მდინარეებზე, ფერმებში და სახელმწიფო ხაზებზე მანძილი A- დან იქ, სადაც B ეს მხოლოდ თითის სიგრძეა, რომელსაც ვხედავ მე შეხებია ადგილი კყევრჲ ღვ ნამვპწ ლთუვრჲ რთ. ჩემი თითები creases შორეული ბნელი ადგილები მე გათიშეთ ქურთუკი პირველ ბარში არ არსებობს მშვიდობა, რომელიც აქამდე ვიპოვნე სიცილი ჩემს სიჩუმეში შედის როგორც მთვრალი მამაკაცები პოულობენ ხარვეზებს მეცნიერებაში მათი სიტყვები ძირითადად ხმაურია მოჩვენებები მხოლოდ ხმებით შენი სიტყვები ჩემს მეხსიერებაში ჩემთვის მუსიკავითაა და მილის საიდან ხარ ცივ ადგილზე დავწექი და მე მე ვლოცულობ, რომ რაღაც მაგნეს თ მვ ჱალჲზთ გ რჲოლჲ პყუვრვ რთ. მას შემდეგ, რაც აქამდე ვიმოგზაურე ღვ სჟოჲთმ ჲდყნწ ნა რპვრარა ბაპა. ჩვენ ერთმანეთს ვიზიარებდით, როგორც კუნძული სანამ ამოწურული არ დაიხურება ჩვენი ქუთუთოები და ოცნებობს შეარჩიო ბოლო ადგილი, რომელიც ჩვენ დავტოვეთ თქვენი რბილი კანი ტირის სიხარული, რომელშიც ვერ შეინარჩუნებთ და მილის საიდან ხარ ცივ ადგილზე დავწექი და მე მე ვლოცულობ, რომ რაღაც მაგნეს თ მვ ჱალჲზთ გ რჲოლჲ პყუვრვ რთ. და მილის დაშორებით

Nzuula mmaapu ne nkola layini entuufu Ku migga, faamu ne layini za gavumenti Bye bye a to where you'd b Finger lengths only bye bye see ya Nkwata ekifo Wa gye nnaasanga amaaso go Fingers in creases Ebifo eby'ekizikiza Nsiba ekkooti yange mu bbaala esooka Tewali mirembe gye nzudde okutuusa kati Ekisekerezo kiyingira mu siriimu Abasajja abatamiivu bazudde ensobi mu sayansi Ebigambo byabwe ebisinga obungi bya kaboozi Ghosts with just voices Ebigambo byo mu kijjukizo kyange Ng'ennyimba bwe zinkwatako Era mayiro okuva we muli Nasula ku ttaka ery'obunnyogovu ne nneebaka Nsaba waliwo ekintu ekinkwatako Era onteeka wansi mu mikono gyo egy'ebbugumu Oluvannyuma lw'okugenda okutuusa kati Twateeka omuliro ku bbaala eyookusatu Birbirimizi bir ayrık gibi paylaşırız. Until exhausted close our eyelids Era okuloota ng'oggya mu Ekifo kye twasembayo okuvaamu Olususu lwo olugonvu lukaaba Essanyu ly'otoyinza kusigaza mu Era mayiro okuva we muli Nasula ku ttaka ery'obunnyogovu ne nneebaka Nsaba waliwo ekintu ekinkwatako Era onteeka wansi mu mikono gyo egy'ebbugumu Miles away bye bye

Atopo o mapa e debuxo unha liña recta Sobre ríos, granxas e liñas estatais A distancia de A a onde ías B Son só lonxitudes dos dedos que vexo Toco o lugar Onde atoparía a túa cara Os meus dedos en creases De lugares escuros distantes Colgo o abrigo no primeiro bar Non hai paz que atopei ata agora A risa penetra no meu silencio Como os homes bébedos atopan defectos na ciencia As súas palabras na súa maioría ruídos Pantasmas con voces xustas As túas palabras na miña memoria Son como a música para min E quilómetros de onde estás Deitaba no chan frío e eu Pido que algo me recolla E ponse nos teus brazos quentes Despois de viaxar ata o momento Prendemos o lume ao terceiro bar Compartiriamos como unha illa Ata esgotadas pechan as pálpebras E soñando recolle de O último lugar que deixamos fóra A túa pel suave está chorando Unha alegría na que non podes manter E quilómetros de onde estás Deitaba no chan frío e eu Pido que algo me recolla E ponse nos teus brazos quentes Quilómetros de

Je trouve la carte et dessine une ligne droite Au-dessus des rivières, des fermes et des frontières d’État La distance entre A et l’endroit où vous iriez B Ce ne sont que des longueurs de doigts que je vois Je touche l’endroit Où je trouverais votre visage Mes doigts dans les plis D’endroits sombres lointains J’accroche mon manteau dans le premier bar Il n’y a pas de paix que j’ai trouvée jusqu’à présent Le rire pénètre mon silence Comme les hommes ivres trouvent des défauts dans la science Leurs mots sons pour la plupart Fantômes avec des voix justes Vos paroles dans ma mémoire Sont comme de la musique pour moi Et à des kilomètres de l’endroit où vous êtes Je m’allonge sur le sol froid et je Je prie pour que quelque chose me ramasse Et me pose dans vos bras chauds Après avoir voyagé jusqu’à présent Nous avions mis le feu à la troisième barre Nous nous partagerions les uns les autres comme une île Jusqu’à épuisement fermer nos paupières Et rêver ramasser de Le dernier endroit que nous avons laissé Votre peau douce pleure Une joie que vous ne pouvez pas garder Et à des kilomètres de l’endroit où vous êtes Je m’allonge sur le sol froid et je Je prie pour que quelque chose me ramasse Et me pose dans vos bras chauds Et à des kilomètres de

Je trouve la carte et trace une ligne droite Au-dessus des rivières, des fermes et des frontières d’État La distance entre A et B Ce n’est que la longueur des doigts que je vois Je touche l’endroit Où je trouverais ton visage Mes doigts dans les plis Des endroits sombres et lointains J’accroche mon manteau dans le premier bar Il n’y a pas de paix que j’ai trouvée jusqu’à présent Le rire pénètre mon silence Comme les hommes ivres trouvent des défauts dans la science Leurs mots sont principalement des bruits Des fantômes avec juste des voix Vos paroles dans ma mémoire Sont comme de la musique pour moi Et à des kilomètres de l’endroit où vous êtes Je me suis allongé sur le sol froid et j’ai Je prie pour que quelque chose me relève Et me dépose dans tes bras chauds Après avoir voyagé si loin Nous mettions le feu au troisième bar Nous nous partagerions comme une île Jusqu’à épuisement fermer nos paupières Et rêver de ramasser Le dernier endroit où nous nous sommes arrêtés Ta peau douce pleure Une joie que vous ne pouvez pas garder Et à des kilomètres de l’endroit où vous êtes Je me suis allongé sur le sol froid et j’ai Je prie pour que quelque chose me relève Et me dépose dans tes bras chauds Et à des kilomètres de

Etsin kartan ja piirrän suoran viivan Jokien, maatilojen ja valtion linjojen yli Etäisyys pisteestä A pisteeseen B, jossa olisit B Näen vain sormien pituudet Kosketan paikkaa Mistä löytäisin kasvosi Sormeni rypyissä Kaukaisista pimeistä paikoista Ripustan takkini ensimmäiseen baariin Tähän mennessä en ole löytänyt rauhaa Nauru tunkeutuu hiljaisuuteeni Kun humalassa olevat miehet löytävät puutteita tieteessä Heidän sanansa ovat enimmäkseen ääniä Aaveet, joilla on vain ääni Sinun sanasi muistissani Ovat minulle kuin musiikkia Ja kilometrien päässä siitä, missä olet Makasin kylmällä maalla ja minä Rukoilen, että jokin poimii minut Ja laskee minut lämpimiin käsivarsiisi Kun olen matkustanut niin pitkälle Olimme sytyttäneet tulen kolmanteen palkkiin Jakaisimme toisemme kuin saaren Kunnes uupumus on uupunut, sulje silmäluomet Ja unelmointi piristyy Viimeinen paikka, johon jäimme Pehmeä ihosi itkee Ilo, jota et voi pitää sisälläsi Ja kilometrien päässä siitä, missä olet Makasin kylmällä maalla ja minä Rukoilen, että jokin poimii minut Ja laskee minut lämpimiin käsivarsiisi Ja kilometrien päässä

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Ek sal nooit ophou om jou lief te hê nie

Unë kurrë nuk do të ndalem së dashuruari me ju

አንቺን መውደድ አላቆምም።

لن أتوقف أبدا عن حبك

Ես երբեք չեմ դադարի քեզ սիրել

মই কেতিয়াও তোমাক ভালপোৱা বন্ধ নকৰো

Janipuniw jumar munasiñ jaytkäti

Mən səni sevməyi heç vaxt dayandırmayacağam

Ne tɛna i kanu dabila abada

Inoiz ez diot zu maitatzeari utziko

Я ніколі не перастану любіць цябе

আমি তোমাকে ভালোবেসেই যাব

हम तोहरा से प्यार कइल कबो ना छोड़ब

Nikada neću prestati da te volim

Никога няма да спра да те обичам

Mai deixaré d'estimar-te

Dili gyud ko mohunong sa pagmahal nimo

Sindidzasiya kukukondani

我不会停止爱你

Ùn smetteraghju mai di amà

Nikad te neću prestati voljeti

nikdy tě nepřestanu milovat

Jeg vil aldrig stoppe med at elske dig

އަހަރެން ކަލޭދެކެ ލޯބިވުން ދުވަހަކުވެސް ހުއްޓާނުލާނަމެވެ

मैं तेरे प्यार करना कदे नहीं छड्डना

Ik zal nooit stoppen met van je te houden

I will never stop loving you

Mi neniam ĉesos ami vin

Ma ei lakka kunagi sind armastamast

Nyemadzudzɔ wò lɔlɔ̃ gbeɖe o

Hinding hindi ako titigil na mahalin ka

En koskaan lakkaa rakastamasta sinua

je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer

Ik sil nea ophâlde fan dy hâlde

Nunca deixarei de quererte

არასოდეს გადაგიყვარე��

Ich werde nie aufhören, dich zu lieben

Δεν θα πάψω ποτέ να σ'αγαπώ

Araka'eve ndahejamo'ãi pohayhu

હું તમને પ્રેમ કરવાનું ક્યારેય બંધ કરીશ નહીં

Mwen pap janm sispann renmen ou

Ba zan taɓa daina son ku ba

ʻAʻole au e hoʻōki i ke aloha iā ʻoe

לעולם לא אפסיק לאהוב אותך

मैं तुम्हें प्यार करना कभी बंद नहीं करूंगा

Kuv yuav tsis tseg hlub koj

mindig is szeretni foglak

Ég mun aldrei hætta að elska þig

Agaghị m akwụsị ịhụ gị n'anya

Diakto pulos agsardeng nga agayat kenka

Aku tidak akan pernah berhenti mencintaimu

Ní stopfaidh mé i ngrá leat

non smetterò mai di amarti

私はあなたを決して愛し止めない

Aku ora bakal mandheg tresna sampeyan

ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನನ್ನು ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವುದನ್ನು ಎಂದಿಗೂ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

Мен сені сүюді ешқашан тоқтатпаймын

ខ្ញុំនឹងមិនឈប់ស្រឡាញ់អ្នកទេ។

Sinzigera mpagarika kugukunda

तुजेर मोग करपाक हांव केन्नाच बंद करचो ना

난 널 끝까지 사랑 할거야

A nɔ go ɛva stɔp fɔ lɛk yu

Ez qet dev ji hezkirina te bernadim

هەرگیز واز لە خۆشویستنی تۆ ناهێنم

Мен сени сүйүүнү эч качан токтотпойм

ຂ້ອຍຈະບໍ່ມີວັນຢຸດຮັກເຈົ້າ

Ego numquam prohibere vos

Es nekad nepārstāšu tevi mīlēt

Nakotika kolinga yo ata moke te

Niekada nenustosiu tavęs mylėti

Sijja kulekera awo kukwagala

Ech wäert ni ophalen dech gär ze hunn

Никогаш нема да престанам да те сакам

हम अहाँसँ प्रेम कर�� कहियो नहि छोड़ब

Tsy hitsahatra hitia anao aho

Saya tidak akan berhenti mencintai awak

ഞാൻ നിന്നെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നത് ഒരിക്കലും നിർത്തില്ല

Qatt ma nieqaf inħobbok

E kore e mutu taku aroha ki a koe

मी तुझ्यावर प्रेम करणे कधीच थांबवणार नाही

ꯑꯩꯅꯥ ꯅꯉꯕꯨ ꯅꯨꯡꯁꯤꯕꯥ ꯀꯩꯗꯧꯉꯩꯗꯁꯨ ꯂꯦꯄꯂꯣꯏ꯫

Ka hmangaih che hi ka bansan ngai lovang

Би чамайг хайрлахаа хэзээ ч зогсоохгүй

ငါ မင်းကို ဘယ်တော့မှ မချစ်တော့ဘူး။

म तिमीलाई माया गर्न कहिल्यै छोड्ने छैन

jeg vil aldri stoppe å elske deg

ମୁଁ ତୁମକୁ ଭଲ ପାଇବା ବନ୍ଦ କରିବି ନାହିଁ |

Yoomiyyuu si jaallachuu hin dhiisu

زه به هیڅکله له تاسو سره مینه ونه کړم

من هیچ وقت از دوست داشتن تو دست نخواهم کشید

Nigdy nie przestanę Cię kochać

eu nunca vou parar de te amar

ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਪਿਆਰ ਕਰਨਾ ਕਦੇ ਨਹੀਂ ਛੱਡਾਂਗਾ

Manam haykapipas kuyasaqchu

nu voi înceta niciodată să te iubesc

Я никогда не перестану любить тебя

E le mafai lava ona taofia lo'u alofa ia te oe

अहं भवतः प्रेम्णः कदापि न त्यक्ष्यामि

Cha stad mi gaol dhut gu bràth

Nka se tsoge ke tlogetše go go rata

Никада нећу престати да те волим

Nke ke ka kgaotsa ho o rata

Handifi ndakarega kukuda

مان ڪڏهن به توسان پيار ڪرڻ بند نه ڪندس

මම කවදාවත් ඔයාට ආදරේ කරන එක නවත්වන්නේ නැහැ

Nikdy ťa neprestanem milovať

Nikoli te ne bom nehal ljubiti

Weligay ma joojin doono jacaylkaaga

nunca dejaré de amarte

Kuring moal eureun bogoh ka anjeun

Sitaacha kukupenda

jag kommer aldrig att sluta älska dig

Ман ҳеҷ гоҳ аз муҳаббати ту даст намекашам

நான் உன்னை நேசிப்பதை நிறுத்த மாட்டேன்

Мин сине яратудан туктамыйм

నేను నిన్ను ప్రేమించడం ఎప్పటికీ ఆపను

ฉันจะไม่หยุดรักคุณ

ካብ ምፍቃርካ ፈጺመ ኣየቋርጽን እየ

A ndzi nge tshiki ku ku rhandza

Seni sevmekten asla vazgeçmeyeceğim

Men seni söýmegi hiç wagt bes etmerin

Merennyae wo dɔ da

Я ніколи не перестану любити тебе

میں تم سے محبت کرنا کبھی نہیں چھوڑوں گا۔

مەن سىزنى سۆيۈشنى ھەرگىز توختاتمايمەن

Men seni sevishdan to'xtamayman

Tôi sẽ không bao giờ ngừng yêu em

Wna i byth stopio dy garu di

Soze ndiyeke ukukuthanda

איך וועל קיינמאָל האַלטן איר ליב

Nko ni da ife re duro lailai

Angisoze ngayeka ukukuthanda

From Afrikaans to Zulu, I will tell you I love you, more specifically, how I will not stop loving you.. I will make up new languages to express it, if that’s what it takes

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Io siamo Latyn swana.ons Is., Koine, I am [eɣó ima/í] Ek staan ​​), letterlik 1ste persoon voornaamwoord, dit wil sê, gebruik deur die persoon (of verpersoonlikte ding) wat praat wanneer hy na homself verwys. Sowel in die taal van filosofie en sielkunde as in huidige gebruik, dui dit die menslike persoonlikheid aan, die mens in soverre hy van homself bewus is.

In die moderne filosofie word die voornaamwoord ek, gestaaf, die objek van filosofiese refleksie met Descartes wat van die ek wat dink (cogito) die "eerste en sekerste" kennis maak wat hom aan die intellek voordoen met so 'n bewys dat dit noodwendig waar is , die eerste onbetwisbare beginsel wat uit die twyfelkrisis ontstaan ​​het. Vir Descartes is hierdie ego bo alle bewussyn, maar ook res cogitans, denkende stof. Vanuit die kritiek op die Cartesiaanse substantialistiese opvatting begin die refleksie van J. Locke vir wie die Ego die eenvoudige bewussyn van die sinvolle menigte is, en van D. Hume wat dit, meer radikaal, reduseer tot 'n bondel persepsies in ewigdurende vloei. In I. Kant word die Ego, as "ek dink", 'n transendentale funksie wat die veelvoud van ruimte-tyd-intuïsie verenig en onderskei word van die Ego as 'n empiriese verskynsel, die objek van sielkunde. Vanaf die Kantiaanse opvatting het J.G. Fichte, F. Schelling en G.W.F. Hegel gaan voort tot 'n verabsolutering van die transendentale Ego, wat dus die suiwer en spontane aktiwiteit van die menslike gees word wat homself as die beginsel van bewussyn en sy verteenwoordigende inhoud plaas, deur homself as Nie-Ego gekant. Die ego, so verstaan, aanvaar die waarde van 'n eerste ongekondisioneerde beginsel van die hele filosofiese wetenskap. As reaksie op hierdie idealistiese ontwikkelings kom verskeie posisies na vore: dié van E. Husserl wat, met verwysing na die Kantiaanse dink ek, poog om, deur die metode van die epogé, die «absolute ego» of uiteindelike funksionele sentrum van enige grondwet te bereik; die eksistensialistiese, wat van die ego 'n menslike eksistensiële toestand maak wat nie verder kan gaan as die horison van empiriese subjektiwiteit nie, soos in S. Kierkegaard gebeur, of, soos M. Heidegger beweer, «die entiteit wat ek is in soverre ek in 'n wêreld is. "; laastens die radikale posisie van F. Nietzsche, vir wie die ego 'n fiksie is, die blote resultaat van die werking van heterogene kragte (begeertes en wilskragte) wat nie tot 'n enkele, identiese beginsel gereduseer kan word nie.

Dr De Beer

Dr De Beer

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Die radikale Protestantse Gereformeerde ego en Protestantse selfwerksaamheid as dialektiese man.

Die radikale Protestantse Gereformeerde ego en Protestantse selfwerksaamheid as dialektiese man.

Die jongste hervormings, soos al die hervormings, het hulle gemaak in die houding van die Protestantse radikale hervorming, dit wil sê van die bemiddelende ego as teologiese ego. Ons wil nou weet soos ek, die man-ego aan 'n suiwer behoort instelling, binne die verskynselbevrediging, selfs so verminder, rapporteer ek aan die ego as 'n dialektiese ego en hoe dit verband hou met die ego van voorheen. Die dialektiese ego was die resultaat van die hele objektiewe Protestantse radikale hervorming en alle ander objektiwiteit (ook ideaal). Deur hierdie handeling het ek my bewus geword van my as 'n dialektiese ego, wat in sy konstituerende lewe alles vorm wat vir my objektief is; Die ego van al die grondwette, wat lê in sy huidige of potensiële ervarings en in die gewoonte van my en in hierdie spiritualiteite, en in hierdie momente vorm dit ook, as elke ander doel, sowel as 'n identiese ego. Ons kan nou sê: Soos ek, soos hierdie vasberade ego, bestaan, het ek gekorreleer as die Protestantse radikale hervorming wat vir my is en later voortgaan in hierdie aktiwiteit van die Grondwet, mettertyd wat ek onder die uitdrukking gedoen het, "Ek in 'n gewone sin "(Wat gerieflik is vir die mens-pedestriese ego binne die hele samestellende radikale hervorming), 'n betogende selfwerksaamheid in ooreenstemmende konstituerende sintese, wat ek voortdurend in verdere waarde en vorming handhaaf. Elke Protestant het aan my behoort, soos hierdie ego laas, in my psige as enigiets van psigiese op grond van hierdie betogende wese. Ek vind die Protestantse juweliersware en ek kan nou uit die psige, as 'n verskynsel en as deel van die 'man' verskynsel, om na my terug te keer as 'n universele en absolute dialektiese ego. As ek dus as sodanige ego my verskynsel van objektiewe radikale hervorming verminder tot my wese, en as ek nou bygevoeg word wat ek ooit soos my kan vind, soos om aan my te behoort (hoewel dit nie meer na hierdie vermindering iets vreemds gehandhaaf kan word nie) , sal dit nodig wees dat hierdie hele behoort van my ego hom bevind in die verskynsel-radikale Protestantse radikaal verminder as die behoort van my Redenering, maar slegs as 'n komponent van my benaming van die Protestantse radikale hervorming, is dit iets transendent Nie sekondêr nie Terwyl ons by die laaste dialektiese ego hou en tot die ED van wat in hom bestaan, sien ons dat die verdeling van sy hele dialektiese ervaringsveld aan hom behoort, in die sfeer van sy eiendom vir 'n liedjie - tesame met die samehangende laag van die ervaring van die Protestantse radikale hervorming, waarin elke vreemdheid in die skaduwee is - en in die sfeer van die ekstremiteit van die ander. Maar hier is ook enige bewussyn van die uiterste en elke manier om daarin in die eerste sfeer te verskyn. Wat die dialektiese ego in daardie eerste laag uitmaak, aangesien Nstraneum - soos sy eie - aan hom behoort as 'n komponent van sy beton, wat steeds gedemonstreer moet word; Aangesien dit onlosmaaklik van sy konkrete wese is. Binne en deur middel van hierdie is-transoprio, vorm die ego egter die radikale hervormingsdoel, as 'n god van 'n wese wat nie met hom verband hou nie, en eerstens die vreemdeling van die 'alter ego' manier.

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Brant R. De Beer is die inkarnasie van die Egiptiese Verligting "Ek weet ek is; "Egiptiese" Egiziano” Egi izi a na”.

Brant R. De Beer Ek lees Egiptiese skrif en ook Latyn ens …bla bla bla "Ek weet ek is; "Egiptiese" Ego is na ",; Brant R. De Beer is die inkarnasie van die Egiptiese Verligting "Ek weet ek is; "Egiptiese" Ego izi na ", woordvoerder vir die bevryding van 'n hele aarde. Om in alles volgens rede op te tree, beteken om in die eerste plek 'n Egiptenaar te wees om jou eie woorde en ook die onvermydelike grense daarvan te definieer, die aansprake van die groot sisteme van moderne tradisie (soos dié van Newton de bla bla wetenskapslogika) te verwerp en streng te verwerp. om te voldoen aan wat dit deur ervaring getuig - maar laasgenoemde word slegs verstaan ​​in die sin van die meganisme wat deur die algemene ervaring van kennis beskryf word. Selfs as mens die vermoede naboots om a priori uit ervaring te ken, is daar 'n plek waar die mens se mees duiselingwekkende en radikale vrae na vore kom, soos dié oor die self of oor God, - in ooreenstemming met sy program van algemene ervaring - dit moet eenvoudig gestel word - gemeenskaplike ervaring en gemeenskaplike ervaring was nog altyd die basis vir die uitsluiting van hierdie vrae; So sal dit moontlik wees om 'n universele moraliteit en 'n aardse Christelike godsdiens te bou uit die gemeenskaplike ervaring van metafisiese inhoude. Uit algemene ervaring en daaruit alleen is dit in staat om die ooreenstemming of teenstrydigheid tussen die idees wat ons uit sensitiewe ervarings ontleen te begryp ('n taak waaraan die sintuie nooit kon aandag gee nie), maar dit lei oor die instemming wat ons van tyd tot tyd gee. of ons verwerp met betrekking tot kennis uit algemene ervaring, waarvan ons nie absoluut seker is soos in metafisika nie, maar wat ons kan verifieer as hulle saamstem met die ervaring of met die getuienis van ander mans. Verder is die rede daarvoor verantwoordelik om die redelikheid van ons instemming te verifieer met betrekking tot die inhoud van goddelike openbaring, daardie inhoude - of "sake wat tot geloof behoort" - wat buite dit val wat ons deur middel van ons natuurlike vermoëns kan begryp. Trouens, geloof self word deur Brant as 'n rasionele daad beskou, of ten minste nie gekant teen rede nie. Brant R. De Beer is die inkarnasie van die Egiptiese Verligting "Ek weet ek is; "Egiptiese" Ego is na " Passasies deur: R. Brant De Beer Swana-Latynse samelewing, Egiptiese “Chronicles of the Swana-Latin civilization”. helliBoeke.

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Osisi Ego Ft. Frosh Kid - Men Na Eke Ego

Osisi Ego Ft. Frosh Kid – Men Na Eke Ego

OSISI EGO on this fresh wavy one again titled “MEN NA EKE EGO“, still teaming up with the already known talented young versatile fast growing act FROSH KID. Cop and enjoy right now. DOWNLOAD MP3

[brindaneer]

“Brinda: I love Superhero films. Marvel, DC and of course, our very own Krrish!

Neer: umm…I really can’t watch anything from the entire genre except Krrish!”

This is an appropriate example of a typical conversation regarding ‘superhero’ ventures between us. Shocked? What?! We already told you that our opinions varied at times! Oh! Ok! Shocked about the fact that Neer does not like the Marvel and DC universe? Well, yeah! Neer can be a bit ‘weird’ about certain things 😝! Don’t worry! Brinda loves them all❤️... However, what really matters is that both of us absolutely adore our first Indian superhero, Krrish; the reason for that is not Hrithik Roshan alone although he obviously is the primary source of our attraction.

MR. Rakesh Roshan! What a man! The sheer courage that must have been required to even dream of making a film about an Indian Superhero, all those years ago, is rare to find; it makes us salute the possessor, Mr. Rakesh Roshan again and again. At some point, fed up with relentless struggle, many among us have probably thought of giving up on our dreams. Let us take a lesson from this man and aspire for great things without worrying about the results. Only then can we achieve that which is largely perceived to be unattainable.

Technically superb with high quality VFX and cinematographically fabulous, Krrish possessed all ingredients that are usually required to make a commercially successful superhero venture. Yet, in a hypothetical SWOT analysis of the film, its numero uno strength would definitely have to be the script. We realize this must remind you of the blog on Koi Mil Gaya but please excuse us for sounding repetitive. It is not our fault that Mr. Rakesh Roshan places utmost importance on the script of a film. No, we are not saying it is his either. In fact, it is quite the reverse. Mr. Roshan’s astuteness in coming up with a crisp script with the help of a very talented team of writers is undoubtedly his best quality and that, in turn, enhances his abilities as a director, thereby making the end product not only saleable but also worthy of critical acclaim. Therefore, not surprisingly, Krrish had a sound and very believable storyline, which ultimately is the most essential element of any film. So, lets just delve into it right away!

Krrish is all about Krishna, Rohit’s son, who has inherited special powers from his father, the very ones that Jaadoo had gifted lovingly to Rohit years back in ‘Koi Mil Gaya’. Unfortunately, Rohit and Nisha are no longer alive, having died a few years after we had last seen them (😭😭). Scared of exposing her super heroic grandson to the world, Sonia Mehra leaves Kasauli and retires to an obscure but beautiful little place somewhere in the Himalayan countryside. Krishna’s face is an exact replica of Rohit’s but otherwise he is quite different from what his father used to be at this age. Krishna has superpowers that allow him to leap across mountains, fall into a gorge from the top of a high peak and yet escape unhurt, climb mountains faster than any other living being, and run faster than a horse! He is also a lonely young boy, desperate for companionship and exposure to the vast exciting world he has been kept away from. Despite harbouring a grievance towards his ‘Daadi’ for this confinement, Krishna loves her too much to be really offended. Her world revolves around him and he is very aware of it. Yet, he cannot let go of his boredom in the sleepy little hamlet he has been forced to dwell in! What a tragic irony! The very powers that had once enabled Rohit to be largely accepted within the so-called mainstream society have now chained his son, keeping him forcibly hidden from the rest of the world.

However, destiny obviously has other plans, and Krishna meets Priya (Priyanka Chopra) who is visiting India with her friend Honey from Singapore and are in his neighbourhood with an adventure group. For him, it is love at first sight. For Priya, he is initially a mystery and eventually a friend. The parallel between Krishna and Priya’s story and that of Rohit and Nisha is worth mentioning in this context. Nisha had also considered Rohit just a friend for a long time until she fell in love with him.

Despite his grandmother’s restrictions, Krishna’s powers are revealed (somewhat deliberately by the man himself) in front of Priya and Honey, who are naturally awestruck. The scenes where they and their companions mistake the superhuman Krishna as supernatural and are convinced that he is the ghost of Ramcharan provide some very effective comedy to keep the audience engaged.

After spending some lovely moments together, and getting acquainted with Krishna’s grandmother, Priya leaves, much to Krishna’s disappointment. Having grown up far from the madding crowd, away from the complexities of urbanism, Krishna is still innocent to a degree that is rare to find in the contemporary world. Priya is aware of his feelings but she does not reciprocate them despite genuinely liking him. However, that does not deter her from luring him to Singapore with false proclamations of love just so that Honey and she may save their jobs by showing off his unique skills in a television show. Quite a diabolical plan! Naturally, we were developing acrimonious feelings for Priya at this point when we first watched the film, and we are sure, so were you! However, keeping aside our concern for the ever-lovable Krishna for a while, how refreshing was it to see a flawed heroine for a change? We are definitely not suggesting that this was the first portrayal of such a female in Hindi cinema, but Bollywood had most diligently followed the tradition of glorifying female lead characters up to a very long time, and it was not completely out of fashion in the late 2000s. In fact, it is still frequently observed in television shows that are highly influenced by obsolete Bollywood themes. How many heroines can you name off the top of your head who were selfish and unsympathetic in mainstream commercial films during that decade? Yes, definitely more than what used to be in the 60s, 70s and 80s, but still not too many. Just close your eyes for a moment and think of the number of films where the ‘hero’ has faked love for the heroine due to selfish reasons (to win a bet with friends, to satisfy his own ego, for the sake of his job, etc). If you can think of such films far more easily than the ones where heroines have made similar mistakes, we have made our point. Please do not get us wrong; we are definitely not advocating such behaviour. However, our society has normalized the concept of a ‘virtuous’ female to such a massive extent that sometimes people forget we are human beings, made of the same flesh and blood as men, and capable of making similar mistakes and sins. We do not intend this blog to be a discourse on feminism by any means; yet somehow this discussion seems very relevant here.

Moving on, Krishna is elated to find that his feelings are reciprocated and wants to go to Singapore at the earliest to get permission from Priya’s mom for their marriage. However, his daadi has severe objections in this regard. The scene where Krishna lashes out in anger and accuses her of selfishly wanting to keep him to herself is one of the best enacted scenes of the movie. But more on that later. Heartbroken by her grandson’s accusations, Sonia Mehra finally reveals the reason for her apparently irrational fear, and in the process, we get to see our very own Rohit once again, although in flashback.

After Jadoo had given Rohit his powers back, he became widely known in the scientific community due to his research works, eventually attracting the attention of internationally renowned scientist, Dr. Siddhanth Arya (Naseeruddin Shah). Dr. Arya wanted to collaborate with Rohit and build a computer that could predict the future, thereby saving the world from catastrophes. To that end, Rohit moved temporarily to Singapore and worked day and night in Dr. Arya’s research laboratory. Nisha, who was pregnant at the time, was being taken care of by Rohit’s mother. The day Nisha was hospitalized for delivering the baby, Sonia Mehra called Rohit who anxiously told her that he was coming back because his powers had been used for wrong purposes. The next day, she received news of his death in a lab accident. Nisha could not bear this shock and passed away a few days later, leaving little Krishna as Sonia’s only reason for existence.

Convinced that Rohit’s death was not a mere accident, Sonia decided to keep her gifted grandchild away from prying eyes so that the same people did not try and use his powers for evil as well.

This revelation naturally mellows the agitated Krishna down and he feels guilty for having hurled harsh allegations at the person who is actually his protector and saviour; more so because she not only agrees to let him travel to Singapore but also ushers the best possible blessing upon him by giving him Rohit’s coat. On his part, Krishna promises that he is going to keep his powers hidden from all. However, that’s easier said than done, as he soon finds out. Although he manages to ruin Priya and Honey’s attempts to showcase his skills for a show, it becomes impossible for him to keep quiet when a circus tent catches fire in front of his eyes and children are trapped inside. As he dons a common mask and wears his father’s coat inside out as a cape, Krishna becomes Krrish, a superhero who does not think twice before jumping into fire to save the entrapped. The name is a shortened version of his real one and he uses it as a pseudonym so that he may keep his promise to his grandmother. However, when has truth remained hidden? As they say in Bollywood, ‘sach ko to ek na ek din saamne aana hee hoga’! Priya, who has now actually fallen for Krishna (who wouldn’t?) comes face to face with him as he emerges out of the burning tent, carrying a child in his arms. Since he is all masked up, and the surrounding is filled with smoke, she only sees his intense greenish grey eyes, and quite logically draws the conclusion that he is none other than her very own Krishna. Smart girl! Who else has those gorgeous pair of eyes in the world? Nevertheless, Krishna’s promise to his grandmother is worth more to him than admitting the truth to Priya, and he ruins all her attempts to make him confess including getting deliberately beaten up by goons to prove that he is not the superhero she thinks him to be. He also gives his identity willingly to Christian, a young man in need of money for his wheelchair-bound little sister; a pair he had already helped before by collecting money through a stunt show on the streets (a particularly touching scene).

Just when everything seems rosy in Krishna and Priya’s life, he gets to know about Priya’s lie after a chance conversation with her supposedly sick mother on phone. Priya had hitherto avoided their meeting on the pretext of her mother being sick but the latter herself exposes that lie unknowingly and Krishna is stunned by the disclosure. Hurt and angry with Priya’s betrayal, Krishna decides to leave Singapore immediately. Meanwhile, Priya comes across a clip in her own video recording of that night at the circus and realizes that her initial intuition about Krishna being Krrish was right all along. Elated, she tells the truth to Honey and also confesses her true love for him, all the while unaware that her past lies are about to haunt her soon. She also gives the tape to Honey to show it to their boss, this time not for the sake of their jobs but also for Krishna’s fame. When she comes to meet Krishna and reveals what she has discovered and then done, he lashes out at her in probably one of the best scenes of the film. His every word is justified, and she is repentant. However, Priya crosses the line when she rebukes his grandmother and throws the same allegations at her that Krishna himself had once. Furious, Krishna reveals the reason behind Sonia’s overprotectiveness to her and starts for the airport, leaving an utterly ashamed and heart broken Priya behind.

We are now in the last leg of the film. Reenter Dr. Arya, who is definitely not what he seemed like! He too is wearing a mask like Krishna, the only difference being in their intentions. Krishna has put the mask on to save the innocent while Dr. Arya wants to destroy them. He is a power-crazed egomaniac who has already rebuilt that computer from Rohit’s lab notes so that he can effectively play the role of God. And surprise surprise! To fulfill his purpose, he has kept Rohit alive. Well, barely alive at least! What actually happened all those years back was that Rohit had successfully built the computer that could foresee the future. During his time in the laboratory, he had formed a deep camaraderie with Dr. Arya’s head of security and after Rohit had finished building the computer, his friend wanted him to foresee the gender of his unborn child through it. The computer correctly predicted Krishna’s birth but it also foresaw Rohit’s death on the very day his son was born. After further exploration, Rohit realized that Dr. Arya was going to kill him so that no one else knew how to operate that computer. Shocked and distraught, he understood that he had been used. That was when he had received the call from his mother and informed her about his decision of coming back. Before leaving Singapore forever, Rohit decided to ruin Dr. Arya’s evil plans by destroying the computer he had toiled over for months., and he was partly successful. Although he managed to destroy the computer, Dr. Arya caught him before he could leave. But for the Chief Security Officer, Rohit would surely have been killed. That honest man who had genuinely become fond of Rohit saved him by reminding Dr. Arya about the password to the computer- Rohit’s handprint and retina. Dr. Arya who had already hatched the plan of rebuilding the computer kept the latter’s heart beating. But just that. This story is narrated in the present times by Dr. Arya’s Chief Security Officer to Priya who brings him to the airport and stops Krishna from leaving. Meanwhile Dr. Arya has already seen his own future in the computer. Any guesses? He has seen his death at the hands of a masked man! Of course, the man is none other than Krishna or Krrish himself. Eager to destroy every threat to his existence, Dr. Arya promptly kills Christian, the guy who had taken up Krrish’s identity at Krishna’s behest. However, when has anyone ever escaped destiny? Even Dr. Arya doesn’t! Krishna in complete superhero mode leaps across tall buildings and finally defeats his nemesis (The insanely dedicated Hrithik Roshan who performed every stunt by himself escaped a near fatal experience when a cable snapped during a stunt! As fans we are both amazed and concerned about this man’s immense humility and absolute submission to his craft. We just hope and pray that he takes care of his health since it is more important than anything else). Before dying, Dr Arya asks why Krrish wants his death. In a terrific cinematic moment, Krishna takes off his mask and reveals his face. The shock and realization on Dr. Arya’s face is evident as he breathes his last. Finally, everything turns out fine as Krishna comes home to his daadi with not just Priya but Rohit (who has now recovered sufficiently and is back to his old self) too. The film ends on a positive note with Jaadoo’s spacecraft peeping through the clouds once again as Rohit plays that same old tune which had beckoned the former and his companions to earth in the first place.

Now that we have recounted the story, a few much needed words about the actors- Rekha ji was once again at her best in the film, effortlessly slipping into the role of Krishna’s grandmother. Hrithik and her chemistry was as fabulous here as it was in ‘Koi Mil Gaya’. Priyanka was her charming self as usual. Undoubtedly, she is one of the most natural actors in Bollywood, and this film was no exception. The easy, playful chemistry that Hrithik and she shared was one of the major highlights of ‘Krrish’. What do we say about Naseeruddin Shah? Well, probably it is better to say nothing because it might be redundant. Finally, praising Hrithik Roshan is also becoming repetitive in these blogs. So, we have decided to stop it henceforth! Just kidding! At least in this life, it is utterly impossible! Brilliant in every frame, Hrithik aced the role of a superhero like only he could, his body language being as flawless as his expressions; actions as perfect as emotions. The moment when Krishna met Rohit was a proof of this man’s immense versatility and talent. Who would think that someone that perfect as Rohit could also be equally superlative as a superhero or vice versa? The scenes where Krishna lost his temper with his daadi and Priya were also among the best moments in the film. Hrithik is always so natural at portraying rage, but he never goes overboard with it. But then, isn’t that true for every emotion in the book?

Krrish 3, the third project in the franchise continued Krrish’s saga and Rohit’s story with a vitality that characterized both its predecessors. The film featured Hrithik in a full-fledged double role and pitched him against Vivek Oberoi as Kaal who was a far tougher villain to destroy than Dr. Arya. Kaal was the quintessential supervillain, at times even more ‘powerful’ than the hero himself but ultimately destined to lose as good always triumphed over evil. In fact, this is the message that pervaded throughout all the three films- ‘Koi Mil Gaya’, ‘Krrish’ and ‘Krrish 3’. It was only natural that Hrithik’s terrific performance simultaneously as Rohit and Krrish grabbed a lot of eyeballs and went a long way in making the film a massive box-office success. It broke major box-office records and set new ones. However, Vivek Oberoi also deserves special mention in this context. His portrayal of Kaal with an optimal mix of cunning, intelligence, and cruelty earned major brownie points from the audience and definitely contributed to the mammoth success of the film. We finally lost Rohit forever in Krrish 3 and as tragic as the moment was, Hrithik’s performance was so good that we still watch it frequently despite the pain involved. Then again, Hrithik usually has that kind of impact on the audience every time he performs. Krrish was able to destroy Kaal at the end, thereby proving yet again that no matter how challenging times were, with goodness in heart and genuineness in intentions, any evil could be defeated. The assertion ‘Hum sab mein Krrish hai’ has never seemed more important than the present times. Let us all truly believe in it. We can and we will defeat this virus by our individual as well as collective efforts. So please #MaskUpIndia and #GetVaccinated. How uncanny that the plot of Krrish 3 actually revolved around a virus and vaccines! Just like Rohit and Krrish were able to defeat that virus, let us have faith in our real-life superheroes too.

P.S: At the end, Krishna and Priya had a son who also seemed to have inherited his dad’s superheroic powers. So, is there any chance of daddy Krrish in the fourth venture? Fingers crossed for that 😊😊

[gauravp01]

#57

Sun/Mon, 17/18 Apr 2022, 12:04 am

It was a nice day, but little disturbing to know about some incident during the evening walk. Don't know what is the thinking of boys these days. "All men are same"; this slang is used many times by the girls or by others. This is, I think true upto some extent. There are some exceptions, but I am saying this because everyone is grown up in the same society and the same level of mentality is infused in each of us. To be specific, the patriarchal society. We, the men, are made feel since the childhood that we are very special and we should do whatever we want, be it ethical, moral or not.

The boys are treated in a way that they subconsciously start feeling themselves stronger than the women. Which is, I know, true only upto some extent because of the muscular power or the harmonal differences. But that that doesn't make up superior to the women. I literally don't know what to say but the mind is not so quiet rn. Sometimes not having the authorities makes us feel helpless. Hm chahte hue bhi kuch nhi kr pate h.

When we are stuck between two situations, both have negative outcomes, then I think we should always go for the one with less worse outcome.

One more thing is there that girls should be taught to fight agains some unwanted situation. I already have mixed up everything but I don't know where to start and where to end. If I tell you the actual incident, it's about taking pictures of sister of a female friend of mine by some strangers (boys) in a library. Aur jb se is bare m suna h, thoda dimag ashant sa h aur ye soch rha hu k kese in chizo se deal kia jana chahie. Kyuki sch btau to hm ladke h na, jyada in chizo ko face nhi krna padta, to km hi ye sb sochne ka mauka mil pata h.

BTW, She is so young that this has scared her like hell. She could not even see their faces due to fear, and hence could not recognise them in the cctv footage as well. In such a situation a legal help may be considered. But if talked to them directly, this may solve the matter or may even worsen it. This is what the boys need to be taught about. I seriously have no clear idea what should be done in such a situation. If I put myself on the girl's place, then I think I could confront them directly and could have asked them to not to do so again. I might have warned them about police, but this could hurt their ego and they might have taken some other step against me. But at the same time, this could have crushed their confidence and maybe they won't repeat it again. It has both the possibilities.

The other scenario is to not to do anything. This will boost up their morale and will keep looking for more girls or maybe more chances to tease the same girl.

Obviously, the girls need to be aware that this is the reality and they should know how to deal with it. But when something happens with you very first time, you are not in a situation to understand the thing and hence acting accordingly.

But why don't we tell the boys to respect the girls and to respect their feelings and emotions. In the beginning I said that all the men are same, that means everyone has same character, but in different ratios. This ratio should be well maintained for a peaceful society.

And there are multiple ways these days to calm down your harmonal imbalances. If you want some pictures or anything, then go for them online. See the pictures or videos of the girls who share them intentionally, you know what I mean. Jo tumhare andr jyada hi hormones imbalance ho rhe h, wo online shant kr lo na yr apne phone pe.

These are the things which make you feel ashamed of being in such a society or maybe being a boy too. Arey ldko sudhar jao, saare ldko ki izzat khrab ho rkhi h wese hi phle se. Kya kr rhe ho bhai. Thoda pdo likho, desh ka naam roshan kro, kyu dusro ki photos leke khush ho rhe ho.

Yr in chizo m na, laws may help but change mentality se hi aega. Aur sch ye h k wo ek raat m nhi, blki gradually aega bahut time lgega. But we should understand that everyone has their own life and we should let them live the way they want. Is trh se kisi ko preshan krke kya milega bhai. Now see, you approached that girl for this nonsense. Who was affected by this. I am writing about it, arem to us ldki ko janta bhi nhi hu, but still I am feeling bad nah. So think about the family of that girl. When you disturb someone mentally, it's not about a day or week. It disturbs for years. Bhai saalo lg jaate h in chizo se bahr aane m. Hmara kya h, hm to kisi ko preshan krke aage nikl lenge dusra "Shikaar" dhudhne. But what about them?? Men should think about it. Who thinks these acts as a 'Mardaana Harqat', you must think again about you to be a 'Mard'.

Is sab m to m bhul hi gya k aaj Maa-papa ki anniversary thi. They have entered into the 28th year today. Many congratulations 💞

No party or celebration... Just ordered some dinner and it was enough.

Aur haa, I had ordered a burger and a chocolate shake in the evening. Got he burger and the Straw only. Was I supposed to eat the burger with the straw???? There was no shake😂

Then asked for the refund the got after some argument with the executive.

Now I will have to sleep, bcz I have an appointment with the dentist, and maybe ye phle bhi bta chuka hu m.

Aur pta nhi upr bht kuch likh dia h jo jo mn m tha, jyada socha bhi nhi k acha Bura kya likha h ..baad m khud padhunga to lgega k mene ye kb likh dia...

Good Night ✨

[sitaaronkepaar]

Daily Rikara Ramblings

I feel I should rename this liveblog occasional Rikara ramblings cause I ain't so regular anymore. I wasn't even gonna do them today bur Gauri legit went on a slayage spree and I just couldn't control myself. Legit watching this episode second time in a row. And I'll probably even watch the Gauri bits on TV again. What? No one ever accused ke of having a life. Jo bhi thi, Gauri Kumari Sharma has taken over it now. 💜

Also, this is like super low effort but I HAD to do it anyway cause my head was exploding with all them thoughts. LOL.

Chennai express ki 2 rs copy hai, but feels k liye saala kuch bhi karega. This scene looks rly nice aesthetically too.

Epi start hote hi Queenie has gone on a slayage spree. My wig's already snatched and it's been like 2 secs in.

I knew Gauri would blame Omkara's changed behaviour on his guilt. Chalo kahin toh consistency hain. Assuming Omkara's kindness is out of his guilt is her go to behaviour.

Okay, Omkara STFU. Galtiyan maan k koi meherbani nahi ki hain. Itni insult aur disrespect k baad it was legit the least you could do. Matlab do you even have an inkling of the emotional abuse you put her through? These emotional scars won't heal themselves so fast. I know you have this shadi ki sword hanging over your head but pls, control yourself.

Again, with the patni shit. How convenient for you Omkie? Jab woh acceptance k liye mar rahi thi tab yaad nahi aaya? You couldn't see anything past your hatred then, why expect Gauri to be the bigger person now?

YESSSS. Queenie dikhaing him his shakal in the mirror.

I hope Omkara's flashbacking to the time he burnt Gauri's pictures when he thought she was having an affair. Cause I always thought it was unfair on his part to expect such loyalty from her when he never gave the love and respect she deserved. Love, loyalty, trust, respect, these are the things that are earned. Universal right nahi hai.

Lmao, Omkara's face legit like, "dayum, she got a point"

"ek baat pooche aapse, aapne hamare saath jo jo kiya, humne aapke saath kiya hota toh"

Yaaassssss Queen, roast.his.ass.

Seriously, if she'd done it to you? Tab kya karta Omkie? I always wanted Omkie to put himself in her shoes and now queenie's demanding the same. Yessss bitch, yessss.

Oh, I'm so glad they're raising this layak wala issue again. I really wanted Omkara to address her concerns. Matlab sab kuch mil raha hai aajkal. As a Rikarian, I can't believe my kismat. Wallah, jaldi phootne wali hogi lagta hai.

Fuck yar, this lack of love and respect in their relationship that bothered me so much is finally being addressed and I can't take it. Is it really happening?

Gauri's asking the right questions rn. It doesn't fucking matter if Omkara didn't mean to make her feel any less or that now, he wants her. The fact is that he abused her to the point that she lost her self-confidence. What he thought or didn't think, what he meant or didn't mean, don't matter when he's given her less than humanly treatment for the most part of their relationship.

Ugh, I know you think the world of Shivika, Gauri, but can you not compare? Like after RuVya, they're the most toxic relationship on the show. Sure, NOW Shivaay loves and respects her, but he isn't that great a guy like you think. Gauri ko shivika puran padhao koi.

Lol, but 2 steps ahead toh you've always been when it comes to the relationship Gauri. Poor Omkara's always catching up. Forgive him, my son's a late bloomer.

Aww, Gauri thinks it's plain old male ego and jealousy. It's not true but at least Omkara's bearing this in silence. Normally, idc about his manpain. But I do feel bad for him. Anyway, Ab pachtaye hot kya jab chidiya chug gayi khet? You should've loved her when you had the chance.

"Jaaiye aap yahan se, kyuki ab jo bhi karna hai, hamein hi karna hai"

Uff, the dismissal!! Cold, queen. That was so cold!

Hey, Bhagwan, she ripped off the dupatta. STONE.COLD. Not even Steve Austin is that cold. But my main bitch has had it till here with Omkara's chutiyapa. Girl be like, let me deal with this alone, as usual.

I love, love, LOVE this scene of Gauri walking away and then stopping to wipe her tears and moving on anyway. Cause this is who she is in a nutshell. She might get hurt, she might break down, but she will ALWAYS get up and keep moving and do what needs to be done, even if she's dying inside. My Queen's unstoppable yo!

And Omkara looking on haplessly as Gauri breaks down is 👌👌👌. This is the level of damage you've inflicted on her. Now, look at the result of your destruction. What you broke isn't so easily repairable, bitch.

Uff, aagya ye psycho Ajay.

Okay wtf. Your mom also said yes? Woh na nahi bol sakti thi? What an asshole.

Gauri looks like she's barely holding on. Ek jhaanp me sata dene wali hain isko.

LOL WTF. EK SHAADI SHUDA AURAT PE DORE DAALTE HUE IZZAT KHARAB NAHI HUI BUT IS SE HO RAHI HAI. MY GOD, I HATE MEN SO FUCKING MUCH. SOMEONE NEEDS TO KILL THIS BITCH ASAP.

Low-key hoping Omkara heard it though. Doesn’t look like it but goddamit, I need someone to know about this blackmail

I know this has nothing to do with Rikara, but bhavya's rant is so anti-feminist? Honestly, I'd never have expected this from her of all people. Why would you paint women as these illogical, ott, emotional beings with no connection to reality? Esp when you have a job where you have to deal with this casual sexism of men on a daily basis? Stuff like this is what legit stops you from getting promotions? Fuck, I hate this shit so much. I'm not saying you should respect all women, but at least don't paint all of us with such broad strokes, esp when it has such lasting negative effects on us. We have to deal with this shit from men already, we don't need women doing this too.

[tellywoodtrash]

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bhavya’s body mic ka controller is making her have an anaconda-like butt. (‘oh my god, look at her butt!’) 😆😆😆

my aesthetic: anika happily gazing at all the flowers, and billu happily staring at ANIKA. 😍😍😍

lmao the flower petals are getting all caught up in the vertical maze that is nakuul’s hair. time to go easy on the hair product and the sheer height of that thing man. AND FFS DYE IT BACK. I WANT TO CRY WHEN I SEE OLD GIFSETS WHEN YOU HAD NORMAL PPL HAIR. I HATE THE HIGHLIGHTS SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH. 😫😫😫😫

ok billu’s getting all romantic in front of everyone. these two have become THAT couple now. who just GIVE NO FUCKS anymore. 😶😶😶

lmaooooooooooo rudra is jelly that bhaiyya loves someone else more than him now. 😂😂😂

bhavya has imposter syndrome. 😥😥😥

what does pinky mean by “yeh phir yahan aa gayi”??? like... she’s been here for a really long time now? she lives here? this is her shaadi ka function? idgi. 🤔🤔🤔

siiiiiiiiiiiiigh, shivaaaaaay. you’re just making things awkward and ruining them for ANIKAAAAAA. 😐😐😐

but also, i feel for the poor billu. look how upset he looks. *pats his floofy hair.* 😢😢😢

omg bruhhhhhhhhhhh i just realised who nakuul’s hair is reminding me of 😯😯😯😯😯 

THE HEIGHT. THE WEIRD COLOUR. HE EVEN HAS KANJI AANKHEIN. IT’S UNCANNY!!!!!!!!!!! 

the oberois are so fucking rich. why can’t they just hire a damn photographer to take pics for their events? baat baat pe rudra ko photo khichwaane ke liye khada kar dete hai. that too with his shitty cellphone. 😒😒😒

aw man, i miss rikara in this family moment. esp. my bulllllbullllll. 😚😚😚

what is with these dangal people and being so extra in their dialogue delivery? 😒😒😒

WAIT WTF THEY’RE SETTING THE HOSPITAL ON FIRE?!?!!?!? WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK IS WRONG WITH YOU BALRAM 😟😟😟😟😟

ok seriously, balram and chele have taken acting lessons from some 80s ka B Grade bolly movie. itnaaaaaaaa ghatiya acting maine is show mein aaj tak nahi dekha. 😣😣😣

OUFFO OMKARA, NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR SHIVAAY WALA EGO TO JAAGOFY RN 😤😤😤😤

OMG IS THIS THE TIME TO ARGUE ABOUT WHO OWES WHOM HOW MUCH THE PLACE IS ON FIRE YOU FUCKING IDIOTS 😩😩😩😩

damnnnnn, bhavya looks really super duper pretty today. even though all angsty. 😍😍😍

ok too filmy with the flowers and shit. as usual fwding ruvya nonsense. ouff. 🙄🙄🙄

lmao anika is annoyingggggg shivaay by throwing flowers in his face. (which btw, is so me. why am i like this?) 

lol what a baby. 😂😂😂

chase timeeeee. rudra and bhavya being literally used as shields. 😐😐😐

oh no she’s reaching for the shady thaal of yellow tulip petals. 😧😧😧

and straight to the face. RIP billu. 😶😶😶

shuru nakuul ki ‘i’m dying’ overacting. oufff. 😒😒😒

i hate when you’re sick or wounded or whatever and desis go like “KUCH NAHI HUA HAI, AAP BILKUL THEEK HAI!!!!!” to reassure you. like, bitch, speak for yourself, i’m fucking dying here. 😤😤😤

lmao the randommmmm guests. they’re like FINALLY, IT’S AN OBEROIIIIIIIII PARTY! ISI DRAME KE LIYE TOH HUM AAYE THE! WARNA KAUN AATA IS AADMI KE TEESRE SHAADI PE, THAT TOO TO THE SAME DAMN GIRL. 🙄🙄🙄

overacting to the maxxxxxxxxx and i think i know what’s coming based on what i spotted sticking out of his sherwani ka pocket. also family’s reactions, which are just toooo fuckin’ chill. 😒😒😒😒

YUP. KNEW IT. THIS FUCKING FUCKER. 😡😡😡

ha, my girl ain’t no kachchi khilaadi! pfffffffft, hoshiyaar se hoshiyaariiiii, billu? mehengi padegiiiiii. 

lmaooooo *sobbing and sniffing* “main itni time se bolna chahti thi ki.... MAIN ITNI BADI PAPPU NAHI HOON SHIVAAY.” 😊😊😊

hahahaha his faaaaaaace. HER FACE. EVERYONE’S FACES. 

fuckingggggg idiot. it’s a good thing anika is such a sport or i swear, i’d have climbed into the screen and dropkicked him in the face for ruining her day. 😒😒😒

fuck, she *is* upsettttttttt. that’s it. *starts crawling into the screen like samara from the ring, but ultaaaa* 😠😠😠

OUFF, WHY IS EVERYONE GANGING UP ON MY GIRL LIKE THIS? MAKE YA BOY SAY IT FIRST. 😤😤😤

security hai. acp hai. phir bhi jo chaahe aa jaa sakta hai. matlab..... 😑😑😑

meanwhile these two have just about made it out the damn burning hospital. 

OH GOD SHE’S GOING BACK IN FOR THE MURTIIIIII ISN’T SHE 😧😧😧😧

aaaaaaaaand omkara’s fallen again. my god, isse naazuk character maine zindagi mein nahi dekha. his bones are literally made of glass, and his skin made of paper. jo bhi khaata hai, pura ka pura goes to his hair i think. 😣😣😣

LMAO TEJ AS PETER AS TEJ (idek what’s going on in that plot, so i’m guessing....) 😆😆😆

LOL RUDRA’S FAAAACE. 😂😂😂

lmaooooo shivaay’s confusedddddd af. 🤣🤣🤣

“itni baar repeat karoge toh peter se repeater ho jaaoge papa.” lololololol 

LO, SVETLANA BHI AA GAYI. AB AAYEGA MAZAAAA! 

LMAO AT THE EXPRESSION SHIVAAY JUST MADE HAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

RUDRA IS ME. I AM HIM. 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽

why’s bhavya so incensed? she doesn’t even know who svetlana is. 🤔🤔🤔

LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL EVERYONE’S FACES MAN 

omg gauri you’re a fucking idiot. honestly. 😫😫😫😫

meanwhile omkara is cursing his naazukpan. 

ok the vfx are hella bad and i can’t take this scene seriously at all. 😑😑😑

“peter peter nahi hai, peter papa hai. aur humein acting karni hai ki woh papa nahi, peter hai. main papa ko papa kaise naa bolun?” 

all the awards to leenesh for executing this line with zero fumbles. wonder how many takes it took. 😅😅😅

what even is going on, can we just get married so we can sex already? should we just elope? 😐😐😐

hmmm, this conundrum might finally be interesting enough to make me stop thinking about MERA SHIVAAY for 5 whole seconds. 

shivaay coming in with too much logic and rationality for jhanvi to handle. 😒😒😒

to hear jhanvi say the words “main tej se pyaar karti hoon” makes me want to rip my own skin off my body. 😬😬😬

rudra be like IMMA THROW SVETLANA OUT THE HOUSE RIGHT NOWWWWWWW

i love how now that shivaay’s calmed down to normal human levels of gussa and other negative emotions, the other two have cranked up theirrrr anger and extraaa levels to 300. never a moment of peace and quiet with this damn family. 🙄🙄🙄

“mom, woh dad ko blackmail kar rahi hai, ab aur isse zyaada mushkilein kya badhengi?”

when rudra is the sensible and sorted one in the conversation, you know the other person is properrrrrrr daft. 😐😐😐

ALL THE OBEROI MEN BE LIKE ALL THIS WOMANLY EMOTION IS TOO MUCH FOR US NOTHING MAKES SENSE 

honestly, i’m on their team. jhanvi’s being a fucking idiot. as always. 

ok bhavya, jhanvi jusssssssssst implied that svetlana has some proof of illegal shit tej did. and you’re still on team tej? 😐😐😐

anika, my pure angel, thinking about her otp rikara. 😭😭😭😭

shivaay be like YUS HE JUST STARTED SMILING AND MAAROFYING GHATIYA SHAYARI AGAIN I WILL NOT LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO MY BABY BOY #PAPABEARAF 🐻🐻🐻

WOH DONO ZINDA BACHE TOHHHHHHHHHHHH 😫😫😫😫😫

ok the vfx of this scene are sooooo fucking bad and all this is just soooo extraaaaaaaaa, fwding till something good happens 

oh bete ki, naazuKara uth gaya! 😯😯😯

ok it’s a tiiiiiiiiiiiny fucking plant, why are these two freaking out like this? just kick it out the way?!?! 😣😣😣

can this show just be 40 minutes of shivaay reacting to peter and making WTF??? side-eyes at everyone else? coz i am fucking loving it. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

aw. poor rudy boy. he’s always been the one closest to tej. 😔😔😔

minor aside: love shivaay’s soft but love-filled voice talking about his brothers. #myBoys 😭😭😭😭😘😘😘😘

snort, rudra’s face at him asking for chakna. 😂😂😂

lollll tejjjjj just called anika “fairy queen”! 😆😆😆

tej kabse itna sanskaari ho gaya, ki pair-wair chooone laga? 🤔🤔🤔

DADI BE LIKE THIS AINT MY SON THAT BOY HASN’T TOUCHED MY FEET IN OVER 50 YEARS OF HIS BEING ON THIS PLANET

WHAT, OMKARA, IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY? TUJHSE APNA HI WEIGHT UTHAAYA NAHI JAATA, AB ISKO BHI UTHAAYEGA??? 😣😣😣😣

WHY ARE THEY TREATING THIS TINYYYYYYY FUCKING POTTED PLANT LIKE A GIANT TREE!????!?!? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

lmaoooooooo balram, fucking give up already. 🙄🙄🙄

rudra is still hung up on this I WANNA CALL HIM PAPA NOT PETER nonsense. like... dude. 😒😒😒

aana kaaryathin eddekku chena kaaryam, amirite mallu brethren????? 🙄🙄🙄

for non mallus: basically translates to “talking about yams when we’re talking about elephants” i.e. focusing on nonsensical small things when there’s bigger matters at hand.

bachcha party forming mystery inc. like the old days. oh man i miss saumya. 😭😭😭😭

stop yelling attttt her omkaraaaaaaaaaa. 😩😩😩

“maine kahaaa tha na tumse, yeh murti tumse zyaada keemti nahi hai.”  . . . . “tum bhi meri parivaar ka hissa ho.” 

aaaaaand gauri’s turn to pass the fuck out. god these two really need to like... start taking vitamins and shit to boost their immune systems and strength. idk man. get on some kinda regimen. they’re altogether messed up from all the physical and emotional trauma they face on a weekly basis. 😕😕😕

for once i’m enjoying a ruvya scene. please just keep them in platonic/comedy scenes like these. it works soooo much better. 😌😌😌

and just as i said that, they ruined it by turning it romantic. fuck it. fuck it. fuckkkkkkkkk it. 😒😒😒

“maan na maan, main apne hi ghar mein mehmaan” snort. poor rudy. 😂😂😂

how this family puts up with rudra’s stupidity THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING is beyond me. matlab, sach mein. 🙄🙄🙄

shivaay looking at anika with sex eyes and telling bhavya “tumhe diversion chahiye na? diversion mil jayega. 😏😏😏😏”

me @ billu:

“bhaiyya saare function toh ho gaye.”  “toh kya hua, ek aur kar lenge.” 

THE OBEROI FAMILY MOTTO.

lo. billu ko toh bas bahaana chahiye chance maarne ke liye. 🙄🙄🙄

‘ugh. couples. so gross.’

rudra is me. i am rudra.

billu really gives zeeeeeeeeeeeeeeero fucks about who’s watching anymore. i’m telling you he’s fully willing to sex anika up right in front of svetlana “for the mission”. 😆😆😆

the face of a man who’ll stop at nothing. 

SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT SVETLANA’S BIG SECRET ISSSSSSSS THIS TIMEEEEEEEEEEEE 😧😧😧😧

srsly, since when is tej so into family values???? 🙄🙄🙄

pft, he’s an idiot to focus on the key. it’s so obviously a red herring. it’s like he doesn’t knw her at allllllll! 

tej is grade-A proof that intelligence isn’t sexually transmittable. 😐😐😐

WTF IS A LOVE-AKSHARI!?!?!!?!? 😒😒😒

JESUS CHRIST WHAT PAKAAU THAKELA AWAIIIII KE FUNCTIONS, LORD. WHERE ARE MY RIKARA?????? I’M SO SICK OF BILLU’S THIRSTY WAYS. 😣😣😣

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mishiganaman ghare pacho ek chokro malyo ane jyaare hu tene chumban karun chu tyare teno svad jack jevo che tethi men tene kahu ke mane tena mitro kyarey gamata nathi have te chalyo gayo che, ane tene mane farithi kutari bolavyo che tya ek vyakti che jay bagicani sthitiman rahe che ane tene mane kahu ke jya sudhi aapde snatak nahin thai tya sudhi aapde tene banavishun. tethi men tene kahu ke sangeet rah jova yogy rehse parantu te mane rasodaman dinner plate sathe icche che hu manun chu, hu manun chu, hu manun chu, hu manun chu ke aapde banva mate j banya chie parantu irshya, irshya, irshya, irshya, irshya maru shreshth melavo zuo, maro kahevano earth nirash karvano nathi, pan hu hamesa ekani ek j bhulo karo, ha hamesa ekani ek bhulo 'karan' karo hu premma kharab chu (oh-oh) parantu tame prayas karva mate mane doshi theravi shakta nathi' tun jane che ke hu aevu kahto hoish ke hu aavu kahto hoish' tame j hata (oh-oh) te akhare mane theek kari shake che mara itihas taraf juo hu vahan apavaman kharab chu keliphorniyani ankhovali chhokri mali ane men vicharyu ke te kharekhar a vakhate ek hoi shake che parantu mane kyarey tene mari banavavani tak mali nathi karan ke te thodi patali safed rekhao sathe premma padi gai hati landanani chhokri satheમિશિગનમાં ઘરે પાછો એક છોકરો મળ્યો અને જ્યારે હું તેને ચુંબન કરું છું ત્યારે તેનો સ્વાદ જેક જેવો છે તેથી મેં તેને કહ્યું કે મને તેના મિત્રો ક્યારેય ગમતા નથી હવે તે ચાલ્યો ગયો છે, અને તેણે મને ફરીથી કૂતરી બોલાવ્યો છે ત્યાં એક વ્યક્તિ છે જે બગીચાની સ્થિતિમાં રહે છે અને તેણે મને કહ્યું કે જ્યાં સુધી આપણે સ્નાતક નહીં થઈએ ત્યાં સુધી આપણે તેને બનાવીશું. તેથી મેં તેને કહ્યું કે સંગીત રાહ જોવા યોગ્ય રહેશે પરંતુ તે મને રસોડામાં ડિનર પ્લેટ સાથે ઇચ્છે છે હું માનું છું, હું માનું છું, હું માનું છું, હું માનું છું કે આપણે બનવા માટે જ બન્યા છીએ પરંતુ ઈર્ષ્યા, ઈર્ષ્યા, ઈર્ષ્યા, ઈર્ષ્યા, ઈર્ષ્યા મારું શ્રેષ્ઠ મેળવો જુઓ, મારો કહેવાનો અર્થ નિરાશ કરવાનો નથી, પણ હું હંમેશા એકની એક જ ભૂલો કરો, હા હંમેશા એકની એક ભૂલો 'કારણ' કરો હું પ્રેમમાં ખરાબ છું (ઓહ-ઓહ) પરંતુ તમે પ્રયાસ કરવા માટે મને દોષી ઠેરવી શકતા નથી' તું જાણે છે કે હું એવું કહેતો હોઈશ કે હું આવું કહેતો હોઈશ' તમે જ હતા (ઓહ-ઓહ) તે આખરે મને ઠીક કરી શકે છે મારા ઇતિહાસ તરફ જુઓ હું વચન આપવામાં ખરાબ છું કેલિફોર્નિયાની આંખોવાળી છોકરી મળી અને મેં વિચાર્યું કે તે ખરેખર આ વખતે એક હોઈ શકે છે પરંતુ મને ક્યારેય તેને મારી બનાવવાની તક મળી નથી કારણ કે તે થોડી પાતળી સફેદ રેખાઓ સાથે પ્રેમમાં પડી ગઈ હતી લંડનની છોકરી સાથે

Πήρε ένα αγόρι πίσω στο σπίτι στο Μίσιγκαν Και έχει γεύση σαν τον Τζακ όταν τον φιλάω Έτσι του είπα ότι ποτέ δεν μου άρεσαν πραγματικά οι φίλοι του Τώρα έχει φύγει, και με αποκαλεί σκύλα ξανά Υπάρχει ένας τύπος που ζει στην πολιτεία του κήπου Και μου είπε ότι θα τα καταφέρουμε μέχρι να αποφοιτήσουμε. Έτσι του είπα ότι η μουσική θα άξιζε την αναμονή Αλλά με θέλει στην κουζίνα με ένα πιάτο Πιστεύω, πιστεύω, πιστεύω, πιστεύω Ότι είμαστε γραφτό να είμαστε Αλλά ζήλια, ζήλια, ζήλια, ζήλια Αποκτήστε τον καλύτερο εαυτό μου Κοίτα, δεν θέλω να απογοητεύσω, αλλά εγώ Πάντα να κάνετε τα ίδια λάθη, ναι Πάντα να κάνετε τα ίδια λάθη »αιτία Είμαι κακός στην αγάπη (ooh-ooh) Αλλά δεν μπορείς να με κατηγορήσεις που προσπάθησα» Ξέρεις ότι θα έλεγα ψέματα Ήσουν αυτός (ooh-ooh) Αυτό θα μπορούσε τελικά να με διορθώσει Κοιτάζοντας την ιστορία μου Είμαι κακός στο να υπόσχομαι Πήρε ένα κορίτσι με μάτια στην Καλιφόρνια Και σκέφτηκα ότι θα μπορούσε πραγματικά να είναι αυτή τη φορά Αλλά ποτέ δεν είχα την ευκαιρία να την κάνω δική μου Επειδή ερωτεύτηκε μικρές λεπτές λευκές γραμμές Λονδρέζικο κορίτσι με

Habe einen Jungen zu Hause in Michigan bekommen Und es schmeckt wie Jack, wenn ich ihn küsse Also sagte ich ihm, dass ich seine Freunde nie wirklich mochte Jetzt ist er weg und nennt mich wieder eine Schlampe Es gibt einen Mann, der im Garden State lebt Und er sagte mir, dass wir es bis zum Abschluss schaffen würden. Also sagte ich ihm, dass sich das Warten auf die Musik lohnen würde Aber er will mich mit einem Teller in der Küche haben Ich glaube, ich glaube, ich glaube, ich glaube Dass wir dazu bestimmt sind Aber Eifersucht, Eifersucht, Eifersucht, Eifersucht Hol das Beste aus mir heraus Schauen Sie, ich will nicht frustrieren, aber ich Mach immer die gleichen Fehler, ja Machen Sie immer die gleichen Fehler, denn Ich bin schlecht in der Liebe (ooh-ooh) Aber du kannst es mir nicht verübeln, dass ich es versucht habe Weißt du, ich würde lügen, wenn ich sagen würde." Du warst derjenige (ooh-ooh) Das könnte mich endlich reparieren Ein Blick auf meine Geschichte Ich bin schlecht darin, etwas zu versprechen Hab ein Mädchen mit kalifornischen Augen Und ich dachte, dass sie dieses Mal wirklich die Richtige sein könnte Aber ich hatte nie die Chance, sie zu meiner zu machen Weil sie sich in kleine dünne weiße Linien verliebt hat Londoner Mädchen mit

მიჩიგანში ბიჭი დაბრუნდა და ეს გემოვნება ჯეკს ჰგავს, როდესაც მას ვკოცნი ასე რომ, მე ვუთხარი, რომ არასდროს მომწონდა მისი მეგობრები ჟვდა ვ თჱფვჱნალ, ა რჲი მთ ჟვ ჲბაეთ ჲრნჲგჲ. თმა ფჲგვკ, კჲირჲ ზთგვვ გ დპაეა. თ მთ კაჱა, ფვ ღვ დჲ ნაოპაგთმ, ეჲკარჲ ნვ ჱაგყპქთმ. ასე რომ, მე ვუთხარი, რომ მუსიკა ღირდა ლოდინი ნჲ რჲი თჟკა ეა მვ გ კსჳნწრა ჟ გვფვპწ. მე მჯერა, მე მჯერა, მე მჯერა, მე მჯერა რომ ჩვენ უნდა ვიყოთ მაგრამ ეჭვიანობა, ეჭვიანობა, ეჭვიანობა, ეჭვიანობა მიიღეთ საუკეთესო ჩემგან გთზ, ნვ თჟკამ ეა ჟვ პაჱჲფაპწ, ნჲ აჱ. ყოველთვის გააკეთეთ იგივე შეცდომები, დიახ ყოველთვის გააკეთეთ იგივე შეცდომები მე ცუდი ვარ სიყვარულში (ოჰ-ოჰ) ნჲ ნვ მჲზვქ ეა მვ ჲბგთნწგაქ ჱა ჲოთრაი. ჱნავქ, ფვ ღვ კაზა. შენ იყავი ერთი (ოჰ-ოჰ) ამან საბოლოოდ შეიძლება გამომისწოროს შეხედე ჩემს ისტორიას ცუდი ვარ პერსპექტიული მივიღე გოგონა კალიფორნიის თვალებით და მეგონა, რომ ის ნამდვილად შეიძლება იყოს ამ დროს მაგრამ მე არასდროს მაქვს შანსი, რომ მისი ჩემი იმის გამო, რომ მას შეუყვარდა პატარა თხელი თეთრი ხაზები ლონდონის გოგონა

Omwana bamusaddaase ne bamuggyamu omukwano E Michigan.. Ate kiwooma nga Jack bwe mmunywegera N'olwekyo, nnamugamba nti nnali saagala mikwano gye O zaman artık gitmiş ve tekrar beni çiğnmiş. Waliwo omusajja abeera mu mbeera y'olusuku Ve bana şunu söyledi ki, biz lisans derecesimizi üste edemeyeceğimizi söyledi. Namugamba nti ennyimba zandibadde za mugaso nnyo Naye ayagala nkole mu ffumbiro nga nnina ekyapa ky'ekijjulo Nzikiriza, nzikiriza, nzikiriza, nzikiriza Kitegeeza nga bwe tulina okubeera Naye obuggya, obuggya, obuggya, obuggya Get the best of me bye bye bye Laba, saagala kutawaanya, naye nze Bulijjo kola ensobi ze zimu, yee Bulijjo kola ensobi ze zimu ' cause I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh) bye bye Naye toyinza kunnenya olw'okugezaako' Okimanyi nti nja kuba bulimba' Ggwe oli omu (ooh-ooh) Ekyo kiyinza okuntereeza Tunula mu byafaayo byange Ndi mubi nnyo mu kusuubiza. Nfunye omuwala alina amaaso ga California Ve ben de bu semanın o kadar iyi olduğunu düşündüm. Naye saafuna mukisa kumufuula wange Kubanga yayagala nnyo layini enjeru London girl with

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Emotions / Emosie

Liefde, Haat, vreugde, angs, woede, hartseer, blydskap, vrees.

 This is a subject that took total control of my life, for the better part of the last six years, and climaxed with a tremendous crescendo in the latter half of last year. It is something that has surfaced at the most inopportune of times, and I’ve been thinking long and hard about putting down on paper, I was going to do it in English, but, I think that this one has to be in Afrikaans, especially for Annatjie, who on one afternoon fell headlong into an outpouring of emotion from me.

 Die een is vir jou Annatjie wat onverwags in my verrukende oorloop van emosie vasgeloop het, en my hart vasgehou het totdat dit weer eegalige bedaring gevind het, dankie vir die vashou.

 Waar begin ‘n mens met emosies, daardie diepste gevoelens wat so ontydig uit die hart opruk, en ‘n mens verswelg in hul onbeheerbare uitvloeding? Emosies is ‘n uiting van die gedagtes van die hart, dit is jou hartverklikker, dit is die spreuke van jou hart, en dit is die speelplek van ‘n lewendige kloppende hart.

 Emosies daardie vreesaanjaende goeters in ons diepste binnegoed wat ons soms in babbelende narre verander en ander kere in verskeurde skadu’s van ‘n mens. Of ons van hulle hou of nie, en of ons hulle wil hê of nie, emosies is deel van ons, en daarmee moet ons leer saamleef.

 Emosies is ‘n weerkatsing van die uiterstes van ‘n hart wat lewe, die borrellende, jubelende emosie van ‘n hart wat oorloop van geluk of liefde, en die vergruisde emosie van ‘n hart met uiterste seer, dit is daardie gevoelens van angs of woede wat ons so anders laat reageer hier in ons binnestes, emosies is die taal van ‘n kloppende hart.

  ‘n Mens kan heel rustig wees, en skielik, iets wat jy sien, of iets wat jy hoor, of ‘n onpartydige gedagte, en daar bars hulle uit die hart uit, met ‘n geruk en gepluk van die hartsnare, hulle ontplof soos ‘n vulkaan uit hul diepste skuilplek, en daar borrel hulle onbeheerbaar oor. Jou emosies wat van jou ‘n rustige mens van geluk in ‘n tiekie draai kan verander na ‘n kruipende morass van ellende, en dan weer in ‘n knip van ‘n oog na ‘n laggende, stralende beeld van sjarmantiese ego.

 Hulle gryp en steek aan jou hartsnare, dat jou hele lyf soos ‘n marionette sonder rigting of leiding die dans van smart uitvoer. Verskeurend delf hulle die uiterste seer van verbitterde gevoelens uit jou huigende borskas uit, sonder dat jy hulle kan onderdruk of tot bedaring kan bring, daar is niks wat ‘n kalmeerende salf, soos olie oor troebel waters kan gooi nie. As die emosies wil uit dan wil hulle uit, en aan hulle is daar geen keer nie..

 Soms trek jou emosies stil, stil net ‘n eensame traan oor jou verskaamde wange, nog steeds sonder beheer, en sonder stuit. Jou emosies, jou grootste vrees, want nooit weet jy wanneer hulle hul verskyning gaan maak nie, in die betaal tou van die supermark, in die kerk se banke, of sommer net op straat. Wanneer hierdie goeie kennisse van jou kom kuier, is dit onvanpas, ontuidig en sonder uitnodiging, hulle kom net om jou beeld van beheer te vernietig, om jou verneerderend in ‘n hoop van smart te tuimel.

 Jy wens altyd dat jou emosies nooit hul verkyning sal maak nie, dat hulle weggesteek in hul diepste ruim sal bly, dat hulle nooit hul koppe van verskrikking sal uitsteek nie, of dan so, dat hulle in privaatheid vir jou sal oorweldig, waar niemand jou verneedering sal aanskou, dat hulle hul uitstorting sal hou vir lang nagte waar niemand jou diepste gevoelens van menswees kan aanskou, daar waar jy jou hart op die mat kan gaan lê waar dit onversteurd van strydige woelinge na sluimerende kalmte tot ruste kan kom.

 Emosies daardie diepste gevoelens wat ‘n mens van selfbeheersing kan opruk tot borrellende blydskap, of dit kan mens neerslat in kruipende angs en pyn. Emosies daardie deel van menswees, wat beheer van die normale mens kan oorvat en alle menswaardigheid kan verslaan. Sommiges het sagte sluimerende emosies, of soms, soos ek, die emosies van ‘n stuigende donderstorm, van hulle bly sluimer, ander soek ‘n uitweg, hulle soek ‘n onvanpasde verskoning om hul verskyning te maak.

 Emosies, is iets waaroor ons nie ons koppe in skaamte hoef te buig nie, hulle is deel van ons menswees, die troebeling van die hart, die statige trane wat rol, wys ons uit as mense met ‘n hart wat in hierdie wereld kan voel, dat ons binnestes wel aangeraak word deur dit wat om ons aangaan.

 Ek is bly ek het emosies, al steek hulle my soms, en partykeer meermale in die skande. Ek is ‘n mens van emosie, want ek is ‘n mens, en al word dit soms betas, ek het ‘n hart wat kan voel, en kan uiting gee aan daardie gevoelens.

 Emosies, die knypende, verlustige spieel van die hart is deel van my, dit is deel van wie en wat ek is, ek kan emosies nie ontken nie, want dit is deel van my, want ek, is mens.

 ‘n Klein persentasie mense ervaar emosies op ‘n vlak tien tot honderd keer erger as gewone mense, ongelukkig is ek een van hulle, en in die gewone mens se oë maak dit van my ‘n “Drama Queen”, maar in psigiatriese kringe maak dit my ‘n “Deep Feeler”, ek is darem nie alleen nie, daar is ander soos ek. Die wat my goed ken aanvaar dit, al kan hulle dit soms nie verstaan nie, maar baie, wat my nie ken nie, trek hulle skoentjies styf en hol hulle heuwels toe.

 My emosies maak my ervaring van die lewe baie moeilik, want as ek lief kry, straal ek tien keer meer lifde uit, as ek kwaad is, dan is my woede op ‘n onbeheerbare vlak, my vrees is van so aard dat die wat my ken, weet hulle moet maar ‘n skoon broek vir my gaan soek, en my hartseer slaan die basdrom op sy laagste vlak.

 Ek ken my emosies na jare se gesukkel, en nou leef ons saam soos ougetroudes, my emosies is deel van my, daar is geen sprake van skeiding nie, want ons is in die eg verbind tot die dood toe.

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Aamad pe teri itr(Perfume) o chiraagh o subu(globet) na hon

Itna bhi buud-o-baash(whereabouts) ko saada nahi kiya..

Ab to is raah se vo shakhs guzarta bhi nahin

ab kis ummid(hope) se darwaze se jhanke(Peer) koi..

ab un darichon(window) pe gahre dabiz(Strong) parde hain

vo taank-jhank(Peep) ka ma.asum silsila bhi gaya..

abr(Cloud) barse to inayat(kindness) us ki

shaḳh(a branch) to sirf dua(Pray) karti hai..

haath mere bhuul baiThe dastaken dene ka fan

band mujh par jab se us ke ghar ka darvaza hua..

ham to samjhe the ki ik zaḳhm hai bhar ja.ega

kya khabar thi ki rag-e-jaan(the jugular vein) men utar ja.ega..

aks-e-khushbu(reflection of fragrance) huun bikharne se na roke koi

aur bikhar ja.un to mujh ko na samete(gather) koi..

apne qatil(murderer) ki zehanat(intelligence) se pareshan huun main

roz ik maut na.e tarz(manner) ki ijad kare..

baat vo aadhi raat ki raat vo puure chand ki

chand bhi ain(exact) chait(Name of a Month) ka us pe tira jamal bhi..

bahut se log the mehman mere ghar lekin

vo janta tha ki hai ehtimam(Preparation) kis ke liye..

chalne ka hausla(Capacity) nahin rukna muhal(difficult) kar diya

ishq ke is safar ne to mujh ko nidhal(Helpless) kar diya..

dene vaale ki mashiyyat(pleasure) pe hai sab kuchh mauquf(depend)

mangne vaale ki hajat(need) nahin dekhi jaati..

dushmanon ke saath mere dost bhi azad hain

dekhna hai khinchta(pull) hai mujh pe pahla tiir kaun..

ek suraj tha ki taron ke gharane(families) se utha

aankh hairan(amazed) hai kya shakhs zamane se utha..

harne men ik ana(ego) ki baat thi

jiit jaane men khasara(loss) aur hai..

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Rehna Tu...

Differences > Arguments > Fights > Seperation Acceptance < Understanding < Vulnerability < Love

In today’s world of apps and right swipe, we have on our fingers power that is unprecedented.  The power of CHOICE. While this is not a bad thing in itself, but today’s world has left us choosing everything to our whims.  Subway, Starbucks, Appstore... The choice to custom make things is thrust upon us.  Divorce rates, number of single men and women in our society are on rise.  Sometimes when we look at our parents they seem to be much better adapted to the world, the key is - they have learnt to accept some things the way they are, even their life partners. They were not wired to think that they can custom make everything.  That’s where this song comes in.. The other day, I noticed the last part of this song and the words caught my attention. It’s all about accepting someone the way they are and loving the differences.

Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu Thoda Sa Dard Tu, Thoda Sukun

Not everything is supposed to comfort you, maybe their peculiar habits sometimes irritate you...

Rehna Tu, Hai Jaisa Tu Dhima Dhima Jhonka Ya Phir Junun Thoda Sa Resham Tu Humdam, Thoda Sa Khurdura Kabhi Daud Jaaye, Ya Lad Jaaye, Ya Khushboo Se Bhara Tujhe Badalana Na Chaahu, Ratti Bhar Bhi Sanam Bina Sajaawat Milaawat, Na Jyaada Na Hee Kam Tuhje Chaahu Jaisa Hai Tu

How beautiful these words are... Just reading these encompass feelings of a lover who bears everything and yet loves and respects the better half...

Mujhe Tere Baarish Mein Bhigana Hai Ghuljaana Hai Tuhje Chaahu Jaisa Hai Tu Mujhe Tere Lapat Mein Jalna Raakh Ho Jaana Hai

This is the essence of love, I think..  To lose yourself, why not... being selfless is the ultimate gesture and I think, the crux of loving someone...  The last line may present different meanings to everyone...  But one might think that to burn in someone’s love is to burn your ego, turn it to ashes...

Tu Jakham De Agar, Marham Bhi Aakar Tu Lagaaye Jakham Pe Bhi Mujhako Pyaar Aaye Dariya O Dariya, (Dubane De Mujhe Dariya)

To accept that yes, one will get hurt, is another gesture of love.. How tough is it in today’s world to let your defenses down... To be vulnerable....

Haath Thaam Chalana Ho, Toh Dono Ke Daaye Haath Sang Kaise Ek Daaya Hoga Ek Baaya Hoga Thaam Haath Yeh Thaam Chalna Hai Sang Thaam Le

Now these are the lines that made me write this..... What an analogy... when you walk in one direction, how can you hold same side of hands.. You have to have someone who’s different than you and then realizing that you can only move ahead, when you accept and bond these differences....

This beautiful song is written by Prasoon Joshi, who time and again, has provoked beautiful and unprecedented thoughts and feelings. Rahman lent his soulful voice to this song and to add to this already beautiful song, the piece of music in the end was something heard before in the Indian subcontinent. Rahman used Continuum Fingerboard which could lend the depth and soulfulness to the composition.

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‘Aisa lag raha hai jaise pittrisatta ke khilaaf ye hamari pehli ladai thi.’

In this powerful post, Somaya takes us through her experience conducting a gender sensitisation programme and a theatre workshop with students at an all girls’ residential high school in Khunti. 

I, along with Monalisa, Surbhi and Prerna spent my days at Government ST Residential Girls High School, Kundi in Khunti district of Jharkhand. My plan was to do some work around gender sensitisation with the girls, so I took it up for 9th and 10th standards. My wish to do this was rooted in this reality: our textbooks teach us the Constitution of India, the right to equality, how women are biologically different from men, but never explain to us the difference between sex and gender, never explain us the roots of this inequality, the various forms in which a historically deprived gender continues to be oppressed, how women are still disciplined to satisfy the needs of the patriarchal society and be ‘ideal’ wives and daughters. Hence, I wanted to do something I feel is essential, which the books will never cover. It was an extremely powerful experience for both me and the girls.

Before the first session that I took, I was quite apprehensive about the kind of things I needed to cover, the articulation of things that I wanted to talk about, the extent to which I was supposed to take things up, etc. My stay started with a small interaction with the girls at night on the terrace when all of us together watched stars and talked about our dreams. When I later told them what I was planning to do the next morning in the classroom, they were quite excited as the plan was contrary to what they had expected.

The first session – on gender stereotypes – went on for almost 3 hours with class 9, and subsequently with class 10. A boy and a girl were made on two different charts. The students got to decide the length of their hair, the type of their clothes, the colour of clothes and how the clothes were worn or draped. (Interestingly, the girl was made to wear a blue frock and the boy was made to wear a pink shirt.)

Then various characteristics that humans possess were written down on pieces of paper. As each tag was picked, the girls were asked to put on the boy / girl / both depending on who the characteristic was more relatable to. After this exercise, there were tags on boys and girls (mostly correspondingly to the gender stereotypes that exist in our society). Each characteristic was then discussed after which, the third round of tagging took place where all characteristics were put in the both (boy + girl) area.

This helped them understand how these characteristics are stereotypes attached to us by the society and there is absolutely nothing natural about them. They learnt how a ‘woman’ is socially constructed.

‘Mai moti hu, isliye ye exercise karne mein acha nahi lagega'

This comment which was made in the previous evening’s theatre workshop made me plan the next session on physical appearance and body shaming. After drawing a girl’s body with an open shirt, I asked the girls to speak out the first things that come to their minds— which happened to be words like ‘sharam’, ‘charitra’, ‘mariyada’, ‘sharirik shoshan’, ‘balatkaar.’ How women are made to look at their bodies, sexualisation of some body parts and the sanctity, purity and honour attached to a woman’s body were the topics around which the discussion revolved.

Acceptance of bodies— covered or naked— was the other aim of this session. Hence, everyone was asked to draw their bodies (preferably naked) however they see it. There was a bit of an awkward silence with giggles here and there when I first proposed the idea. I thought maybe it was too soon, so I told them that it is completely up to them and there was not any pressure from my side. Soon they themselves asked me for drawing sheets and colours, and started drawing.

Sumita said, ‘Iss samaj ki gandi soch ko bohot chot pahunchegi jab hum ye draw karenge.’ This made a discussion around male ego and frames that this society tries to fit all women from the start. They imagined the male domination on women as a balloon and the patriarchal structure as a box, both of which they thought will get a big blow after they draw themselves. Some of them even wrote their message to the society. All the girls kept saying ‘hum box ko todenge aur balloon phodenge.’

Everyone’s messages were read out and pictures were shown (if they wanted). A few things which were said by the girls after the session were— ‘bohot ajeeb si khushi ho rahi hai’, ‘free-free sa feel horaha hai’, ‘abhi bhi sharam aa rahi hai’, ‘aisa lag raha hai ki pehli baar samaj ke khilaaf awaz uthayi’.

The next session was based on the idea of beauty. Different images were drawn on a chart paper in pairs— fair-dark, make-up+big eyes-without makeup+small eyes, saree-gown, tall-short, long hair-short hair, slim-fat, makeup+big eyes+brown - without makeup+small eyes+fair— where one was a representation of the mainstream (stereotypes-laden) idea of beauty and the other wasn't. The class was asked to pick between A and B— whichever of the two they found more beautiful. Results: Type A representing the mainstream idea got more votes. Discussion on social construction of these choices, western influence, patriarchal notions of beauty took place. Lakhi, a student of class 10 seemed quite disturbed post second half of the session. I finally asked her as to what had been troubling her. She said, ‘aaj ye sab discuss karne ke baad aisa lag hi nahi raha ki kuch mera apna hai. Jin cheezon ko, meri pasand-napasand, ko mai apna maanti thi, woh toh sab samaj aur pittrisatta ne sochne aur maanne ke liye bola hai.’

A few others in the class said how they'd been thinking the same and they didn't feel happy at all. I just told them how I was feeling extremely happy that most of them were feeling uncomfortable and disturbed because that means that they understood what was conveyed. They didn't understand why I said that, and I didn't explain it either.

Every evening, for the first 10 days, I held a theatre workshop with the girls from classes 9th and 10th. Initially, many wouldn't do some theatre exercises because they were conscious about their bodies, most of them would only try to make ‘pretty’ faces during the mirror (theatre) exercise because they didn't want to look funny or ugly. The gender sensitisation sessions along with the increasing comfort level that we all started sharing with each other helped the girls to let go of their inhibitions in the following workshops. It was a drastic and a remarkable change which I could observe. It was quite hard for me to believe too.

The next session focused on the concept of consent and sexual violence. After discussion on consent, sexual harassment, molestation, rape (including marital rape), the girls themselves started asking if there is a possibility of sexual violence in sex work. This was followed by an experience-sharing session which brought out several incidents where many girls felt they were harassed and touched inappropriately. The general understanding of sexual harassment or molestation was “kuch bohot zyada kharaab.”  The number of girls who thought they were sexually harassed increased suddenly after the session. “Jab hum haat mein jaate hain ya train se ghar wapis jaate hain toh bohot baar humari breast ko chune ki koshish ki jaati hai. Hume nahi pata tha ki yeh bhi sharirik shoshan mein aata hai aur kanuni saza bhi hosakti hai.” Quite a few of them had instances from a family wedding to share where they were made to feel uncomfortable by someone known. While the discussion was on about sexual harassment by someone known, some whispering started happening. The girls were first hesitant to tell, a few stopping the others who wanted to say something, but finally they all spoke up. Spoke up against Ranjit Sahu, who happened to be a clerk at the school for more than 20 years. The next few days passed by discussing how exactly to deal with it, as the girls from both classes were extremely sure of how they wanted him out of the school premises.

The other sessions were on biology and sociology of menstruation. It was alarming to see how none of the science teachers or anyone else ever told them the reason behind menstruation, not know what sexual intercourse is. They asked questions about transgenders, which furthered the discussion and took it to homosexuality, transsexuality, cross-dressing and the idea of the ‘normal.’ It was surprising how quickly they understood and opined on all that was discussed. It was heartening to see them question things that I myself would have never thought of talking about, question me and each other. The ‘disciplined’ girls had started sitting on benches, demanding to have discussions outside the classroom and started asking all the questions they felt embarrassed about. The major achievement according to the girls was how they got Ranjit Sahu out of bounds of the school within 2 days. There were tears of both joy and anger throughout the process. After the notice of his expulsion from the school came, the girls said some extremely beautiful things which I know will give me strength throughout—

‘Aisa lag raha hai jaise pittrisatta ke khilaaf ye hamari pehli ladai thi.’

‘Bohot zyada strong feel ho raha hai aaj, Somaya di.’

‘Hum itne kamzoor nahi hai jitney humesha hume bataya jata hai.’

‘Aaj ke baad na apna na hi kisi aur ka sharirik shoshan sahenge.’  

‘Ye toh shuruwaat hai, bas hume ek saath ladna parega humesha.’

‘Hum jeet gaye!’

Somaya Gupta did a B.A. (Honours) in Political Science from Lady Shri Ram College, University of Delhi and is currently pursuing an M.A. from Jawaharlal Nehru University.