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The Magician

He was a magician. But he was insane. At least, this is what the world said. He woke up people from their graves. This was not acceptable to the society. So they shunned him and sent him to a remote cold land, where there was nothing but ice. And maybe, some oilfields underneath which some company would have exploited. He chanted his magic chant again. And the magic wand worked again. And the dinosaur woke up from the dead. Where it was buried eons ago. Like a Frankenstein monster, the dinosaur killed him instantly. But he had a hearty laugh in the end.

Rapes, infanticide, harassment - Is there a solution?

Few thoughts: Heinous crimes like rapes & female foeticide/ infanticide are symptoms of some larger malaise plaguing the society. While handing out exemplary punishment, speedy judiciary, teaching the kids and adolescents to respect everyone is a part of it, I believe it is incomplete. Some systemic issues need to be addressed to minimize these issues in long run. I believe that the most important of this is economic independence of women. - I don't have any data to support it, but economically independent women are more likely to raise a voice against wrongdoings against her, be it physical or mental abuse, sexual harassment, foeticide or rapes. These issues are often under-reported because of economic reasons & tendency to "live with it", chiefly because of economic reasons. If more and more women are economically independent, more likely would be the protest & it will deter a substantial chunk of people from mistreating women. - The proportion of f

Sometimes

Sometimes deep within me, There are some voices And I then delude myself, They are nothing but noises. Sometimes they long to come out, Words that lie within me inside, I wonder if it'll disturb the sleep, Of people who are awake beside. Sometime I dream of dreams, That once kept me awake, And that silent whisper then says, That is was some mistake. That I should keep these thoughts, Far, far away from myself, And let them silently die Sometimes I tell to myself; Some things are better left unsaid. Some words are better left unspelt. Some dreams are better left undreamt. Some feelings are better left unfelt.

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