Today, I had a fun filled day with this little champ 😘
My nephew, My baby Kiyaan, whom I love a lot ❤️. In this insane and fast pace world, you are the only person who keeps my sanity in check✅. You relieve your aunt’s stress by just embracing her and kissing on her cheeks ☺️. You just make her day, when you come running to her🏃🏻. The excitement in your eyes when you see her, flatters her completely 😍.
It’s because of you, I got to visit a place that, I had been, when I was a small kid. Thanks for reminding me and taking me into my childhood flashback🤓.
I love to hear when you learn new words taught by me🙂🙃. Today, I enjoyed watching you repeating the names of different birds and animals, I taught you in the much cutest way😁. Thanks for coming into this world and enlightening my life😃. Love you😗.
It’s better to face the reality,
Instead of living on a hope for a change
As a few people won’t ever change.
Wasting your energy on the wrong person will only affect your peace,
But it won’t have any impact on that soul.
The sooner we accept
The better our lives would be.
The more we expect from such people,
The more we are making our life tough.
Sometimes letting your guard down,
Giving up would be a good step.
As we cannot make everyone happy,
So it’s better to move on
And stay away from such negative energy for our betterment.
–Heta Gala Naidu
I am very happy to hear the verdict of Nirbhaya’s case that was out a few days back. After a five long years, Nirbhaya got justice. Though she is no more with us, but today actually she might be resting in peace. Nirbhaya’s parents got what they wanted for their daughter’s justice.
The Indian law does not permit to publicise the rape victim’s name and so the victim(Jyoti Singh) was named as Nirbhaya which means fearless. On 16th December 2012, an incident that took place was broadly denounced in India as well as abroad. A 23 years old physiotherapy intern Jyoti Singh was gang raped in a moving private bus and severely tormented by six men. She was travelling with one of her male friends who was beaten with an iron rod by those rapists. The rapists then threw them out of the moving bus. They were found by a passerby who then informed the Delhi police. The police took them to a hospital where later Nirbhaya was kept on mechanical ventilation. The doctors found various injury marks all over her body. One of the accused even confessed that a rope like object (assumed to be her intestines) was pulled out of the woman by other accused in the bus. Two blood-stained metal rods were retrieved from the bus and medical staff confirmed that “”it was this object which was used to penetrate her private parts, uterus and digestive organs to wipe off traces of semen, which could have been used as an evidence incase the victim survived the brutality.” Eleven days after the incident the woman was transferred to one of the Singapore hospitals for emergency treatment, but due to her severe injuries she died two days later.
Remembering that incident once again, still enrages me. I feel that any punishment given to those accused will not suffice. They are animals in the form of humans and I feel like abusing them repetitively. I feel these monsters should have been castrated and asked to live with that pain forever. Because the pain through which any girl goes through after such gruesome incident is beyond our imagination. She will be reminded of that incident again and again until she gets the justice. There are many girls, women out there who are still waiting for their justice and are not aware after how many days or years they will get justice.
On May 5th, the Supreme court upheld Delhi High Court Death Sentence verdict in the case of Nirbhaya incident and rejected the mercy plea of the four remaining rapists(One of the rapists had committed suicide inside the Tihar jail and one was a teenager who was given three years of life imprisonment as he comes under the Juvenile justice) saying this is the rarest of the rare crime that shook the conscience of the entire nation.
Sorry has no importance,
When said without any feelings.
Sorry has no value,
When used as a defense to avoid arguments.
Sorry makes no sense,
When one does not consider other people’s sentiments.
Sorry has no meaning,
When one has to say it for the same old mistakes.
If somebody is truly sorry,
They won’t repeat the same mistake again.
To Prove that you are sorry, don’t just say it,
Let your actions speak that you truly mean it.
–Heta Gala Naidu
It’s too difficult to keep a smiling face,
When you are hurt within and want to cry out loud.
But to some your smile matters,
When you are happy,
They join in and celebrate your happiness.
When you needed them the most,
They thought of nothing else except about you.
They gave up their happiness,
To add joy in your life.
So seeing you hurt,
Would hurt them more.
So smile to keep them happy.
Because for some your smile matters.
–Heta Gala Naidu
11th May 2016, it was time for us to check out, after we attended a friend’s wedding. I was in the elevator looking around the view through the transparent glass. I saw him sitting outside the hotel, he too was ready to leave for his home. My friend Tarun, I didn’t knew that it would be the last time, I might be seeing you. I still can’t believe in the news I got to hear today that you are no more. Like always, I thought you are playing with us again with some stupid prank of yours. I was telling my husband ( Tarun was one of his best friends) to relax as the news might be fake and Tarun might be playing with us. But, no, this time he wasn’t playing with us. I was shocked and shaken completely when the news of his death was confirmed.
Whenever we have been to Chennai, he would have everything planned for us. He always kept my comfort in his mind as most of the times, I was the only girl in the group of boys. He always told me one thing, my husband is lucky to have me and I am one of those girls, he has never felt bored with. Today, I am waiting here for my flight to catch a last glimpse of you. Tarun, wherever you are, may your soul rest in peace. We love you and will badly miss you.