The Despicable Rapeublic

The Delhi bus gang-rape has re-instilled the horror in our minds of staying in a country, where major security problems are taken with a pinch of salt by the govt. NGOs and feminist organizations have been crying out for years to increase the security for women, to include sex education in the curriculum—to the ears of our indifferent government—filled with extremely misogynistic ministers who are in a way or the other, instrumental in violence against women. It has come to a situation now—that you sweat profusely when a woman from your family goes out of the house.

There is a need for a complete change in the attitude towards women. Women's commodification and the gender-bias approach in films, schools, and offices needs radical reform. And while that process is taking place, we need on-ground changes, such as better policing, change in the education system, and more.

Btw, sorry Mr. Katju – I know this gang-rape is not the only problem in India. But it reflects the upbringing of the people in our country, hence a graver problem. And the protest—unfortunately in this country, is important to get yourself heard. It’s not ‘hue and cry’ in vain.

What according to you is the solution? Death punishment for the accused? Stricter Laws? Social Change?

The Futile Walk

I walked foolish, I walked sane, I walked naked in the rain
I walked till eternity, little by little
For every step was a phase in itself
A phase of carefree tenderness
A phase of careful go-getter
A phase of bullied me
A phase of self-absorbed me
A phase of, me the rebel
A phase of evolution of thoughts.

The pace changed with every phase
Sometimes there was a desert of joy
Sometimes it was solitude my best society
I walked in a flock, guess I even left them behind
Some more joined and left again, cause nothing I had was truly mine.

I entered the land of known-unknowns and realized,
These are the ones I’ll have to walk with for years
They nudged me, I wanted to stop and rest
But there was never a choice, So now I walk with them
And am one of them and yet I walk alone.

I walk today, the scenery changes
Its morn, its noon, its eve, its night
I walk on the seen paths
And then come the unseen ones
And then the seen
And at times ones never known.

I walk through the woods
I walk through the streets
Through markets
Through theatres
Through brothel
Through taverns
Through corporates
Through houses
And I walk not knowing why.

I believe in NO
I believe in None

I believe-un-believe and Not believe at all
I don’t believe in you
Though you sound promising, and so I try to believe
Thus firm up my disbelief

I want to believe! Badly do
But the disbelief has taken over me
I am in the clasps of it and it teaches me to believe
Just believe! Just believe in disbelief.

A moment of belief even in myself would bloat me up
But disbelief in the other moment deflates my vanity, -
It questions my sanity. I believe-un-believe if I am sane or not
I question the belief of believing in myself.

You say you believe in me but do you believe in the belief of believing?
Yes, you believe in just being and leaving

Clinical Communication Skills

Clinical Communication Skills
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Dr Vivek Chhabra DNB, Faculty, Clinical Communication Skills, UK

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Thanks,

Aman :-),