Newspapers give some of the bizarre, yet though provoking stories these days. I happened to see one such today morning in one of the leading dailies. It was about a thief, rather a stalker, who stole the mobile phone of a young girl in the city. He later called-up her dad saying he has some of the pictures of the girl in the mobile phone, allegedly threatening to post obscene morphed pictures in the cyberspace soon, if he is not given money. Even though the thief was later caught by the police, there is one question that’s coming up in my mind again and again. Why are people still getting threatened in the name of morphing when everyone knows that a person of average computer knowledge can easily morph anyone’s picture in minutes? And the worst part, why this happens only with women? We hardly see a man threatened this way, or I should say no one is bothered when a man’s morphed photograph is published in the internet. But when it happens to a woman, a big hullabaloo is created or rather made unnecessarily . In most of the cases the victimized woman won’t even know that someone has taken her photograph and made a bad use of it. Still she is treated in a very bad way by the society and the public.
Have you ever notices something odd? Whether its website pictures or YouTube videos, you should be really lucky enough to see a page with morphed photographs of men, whether celebrities or commoners. In fact I have seen people going gaga saying ‘He is hot!’, when they see nude or semi nude men’s picture in websites. But try for a woman’s picture, the list that you get will be endless. I do agree that there are certain websites where models meant for such purpose do agree to be clicked. But what about some of those innocent victims whose pictures are getting posted unknowingly?
Off late I read an online article where it was said that a girl’s morphed photograph was uploaded it on various porn websites along with her mobile phone number, when she rejected the proposal from a guy whom she met through a well-known social networking website. Soon-after she started some telephone calls from strangers who took her to be a prostitute. Upon enquiry, they told her that they her information through various porn and social networking websites. Finally she had to file a complaint and the guy was arrested.
You can see a lot of men in bus stops, parks, railway stations, inside trains, and restaurants who cunningly take pictures of women using mobile cameras. According to statistics, more than half of these photographs are getting morphed with nude pictures, later getting uploaded to various porn websites. No one even bothers to stop such rogues from doing this heinous crime , not even our so called ‘highly dedicated’ police officials. Had there been a vigilant watch on these nuisances happening around us, such pictures would not have filled-up the cyber space destroying the life of many innocent women!
I haven’t updated my blog since April. To be frank I didn’t get any interesting topic to write about. Plus I have had a handful of official assignments in the last couple of weeks. They took a major share of my days and left me worn-out by the time I reach the hostel.
Even after buying a laptop I couldn’t find an interesting topic to jot-down. And still I am thinking about what I should write and trying to figure-out the best topic from a bunch of thoughts that I am pondering over now. But from the endless list if I am asked to choose one I prefer talking about rain. It is rainy season again!
Rain always brings out a mixture of emotions; some feel romantic, some others feel lonely, depressed and low, and certain others like me feel extremely happy watching rain or getting drenched. But rain does arouse human feelings, a lot of feelings.
The monsoon is never just one among those seasonal changes for me. It’s during this time I take time and enjoy even simple things. By simple things I mean the really simple ones like watching kids making paper boats and enjoying running around and playing in the rain, seeing the much serious mommies shouting from their houses ordering their kids to get back. Even now (that’s because I am 30, an age where I am supposed to have a serious life) I make paper boats and run out as soon as the rain stops to let them sail in the water.
Actually I love the pitter-patter kind of one than the heavy rain. Well, let me rephrase a little; when I am out on the streets I prefer the pitter-patter, but when I am near the window side I like watching both, sipping a hot coffee ( I know it’s the cliché again! But I am serious.) Make some coffee and yummilicious pakodas, take your favorite book, go and sit nearby your window enjoying the book, pakodas and the rain; you won’t get those blissful moments anywhere else I bet. Not even in your favorite holiday destination. We have a good balcony there in the hostel where we all gather for our post-dinner chit-chats. That’s the best place on earth to watch it raining outside.
Last week I had to attend the marriage of a colleague. The venue was about 40 Km from here and we all went in a bus that the company hired. I was the last one to get in to the bus and got the first seat, close by a window. It was a sunny day but rain started to pour out of nowhere right from the moment we started. Rain drops on my windowpane! I love drawing pictures on the window pane when it’s raining outside and during the trip I enjoyed good ample time drawing funny faces on the window pane.
It rains all the day now, but gets intense in the evening. All the traffic lines in my city get really longer during rain and I have to spend more time to reach my hostel. But I seriously don’t mind sitting in the city bus watching the pitter-patter outside. After getting down at our bus stop I have to walk for about five minutes to reach my hostel. With slower than the snail footsteps I take almost fifteen minutes to reach there when it rains and never tell my dear mom why I am late. Like any other caring mom, even my mom doesn’t like me walking around in rain. Sorry mom, but I love it! Sometimes I just wish I had a whole day to sit in my room and watch rain, and listen to the sound of raindrops as they hit my roof. Just the thought of it creates a peaceful sensation in my mind.
I love to just sit and watch rain but many of my friends don’t understand why I enjoy rain so much. I don’t think I can ever explain the magical and ecstatic feel that rain gives me. It brings in a lot of good memories that hug me tight making me feel that I have a lot of things to be happy about, to be proud about.
PS – I don’t see the samosa chaat walas these days. Seems the city officials have put a strict ban on street vendors. Or else the spicy and flavorsome chats would have increased the joy of watching rain! 😦