The Wall Mag - Online edition

This Blog is part of the  Men Say No Blogathon,  encouraging men to take up action against the violence faced by women.  More entries to the Blogathon can be read at  www.mustbol.in/blogathon . Join further conversation on  facebook.com/delhiyouth  &  t witter.com/mustbol *************************************************************************************************************************************** So, when I was invited to write on this topic, I had a lot of thoughts going criss cross in my mind. And, I almost started posting this on my own personal blog, then, it hit me, that why don't I post this HERE, and start a discussion, with who better than the men in my life!  And my problem is that Delhi is helpless and I stay there!! And it needs help, from the psychiatrists and Councilors. One part of the education budget should be kept aside for educating the men, old, young and even kiddos, to manage their anger and their Ego....

Once upon a time in the history of recent times, a war had been raged between V and NV. A lady was not responsible for it as in a famous Greek war. It was a contest between equals unlike a biblical fight between a boy and a giant. It did not involve ugly monsters and magic by bearded old men like in the new line cinemas. Nor was it a fight between good and evil as in the battles of Indian mythology. Neither were there any flamethrowers and bazookas or any other weapons of the world wars. It was a confrontation like no other in the history of the real world and the world of mythologies. V was the ruler of the Northern land which stretched in all directions with the infinite spread of the finest velvety grassy pastures. Orchards abound in great numbers in the kingdom area, so all homes in the Northern land were always filled with the aromas of the strawberrys, the oranges, the mangoes and the exclusive ' fal' . The last variety grew only in the Northern land which smelled like c...

I have this big collage in my room, the collage chronicles my 2 decades of being on this earth. *It was a gift from my younger sister on my 20th Birthday*, and trust me, every day for 5 mins I look at it, and wonder how days have gone by, and all of a sudden we all are grown ups! *by we, I mean all of us and ofcourse the child hood friends and the cousins in the similar age bands!* I still remember it was such a tough job, trying to convince my mother to take me shopping, rather the day she decided to take me with her, it was a treat! And today, I shop for her and give her surprises! There was a time when deciding the cake for a birthday was a huge huge thing, going and placing the order with dad, deciding on the flavour and design.. today it just comes.. and there is hardly any festivities about it. There were those dreaded exams that used to decide all the family gathetrings, today those have to be decided keeping the work hours in time! Boyfriends, were for the super duper cute ...

It's 30 minutes past 8 in the morning, he would most often snooze his alarm untill well past 9 am. The housemaid has not turned up yet. There is another strike today in the city and office goers are looking forward to an extended weekend. He finally stopped the alarm at 9:49 and he has to hurry today. No transport coz of the strike, breakfast at office canteen coz of the maid not turning up (the strike is just an excuse; she lives just a few kilometers away) and an important conference call to attend. He must pick up the call at 11:00 am from his cube in office. He's brushing his teeth & going through the city digest in one of the dailies. There has been a massive jam last day as a huge procession was held by a section of society for some welfare cause. People missed their flights & trains. Tourists could only do sight seeing of a sea of human bodies & enjoy the fish & sweet delicacies of the city in their hotels. He must hurry and leave the paper. ...