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3 Ways of Not Becoming Another #MeToo Headline

Metoo

We live in a civilised world, but not everyone is cultured. Amongst us are predators and manimals (men who behave like animals), without a modicum of self-control and dignity of self-respect, with the basic instinct to sexually devour another, thereby making their victim helpless, empty, depressed and damaged. This topic is not a one-sided issue, as there are women devils in Prada who are no less than their men counterparts who abuse positions of power and violate the sanctity of others. This fact is that Influential and famous people have, historically, had carte blanche to treat others in a way they would never, under any circumstances, accept for themselves.

I am not going to over-flog this topic that has garnered millions of editorial posts and articles these few months since the beginning of the #MeToo movement. TIME articulated the very concept of this movement as a “ground-breaking anti-sexual assault and women’s empowerment movements that has upended the public conversation about women’s issues around the world, and elevated the global consciousness surrounding the obstacles women encounter in their daily lives, both personal and professional”. Sure, there is a way out of this, if there is a way for people to transgress another soul continually. (more…)

The Script and the Play

the-script

On a hill far away stood my rescue team!

I am being caged in a makeshift hole where I took temporary residence as a result of a civil war unrest in my town. I struggled with malnutrition, pain, physical injuries and untold darkness. My life is missing from reality and reality is shifted from my life. It seems I had no control, writhing in my pain, I lost all hope. I heard there is a rescue team, it was all a rumor, and my day never met the savior. I want to believe a lie to lift my spirit but all I hear is the sound of war and the resulting casualties. My city is destroyed, my mind is distraught and my hope is dead. No tales by the moonlight, no soccer, no more amusement, no more happiness. I dreamt the end but I went through hell.  May be, there is a life after death, this is looking like death after life and seems I am running someone else’s script.

My loss was my all but my all is gone. I never stood a chance, and see my very existence zapped from me. But on the very day I was going to bid time the longest bye, I became woken. I took to conference my faculty and my heart. I spoke to myself, “there is no fancy way to die, but I can create my own fantasy”.  I am crippled with fear, wounded in body, and sullen in feelings but all I am doing is fulfilling another man’s script. I can write my own script and be the main act. Be it as it may, re-write defeated by uncontrollable circumstances but redirected by the will of my power and exertion of strength. By this very act, I survived till the rescue team came. This is the game changer! You are the script and the play. The real defeat is not what happens to us but what happens within us.