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So called Mentality

                         “Mentality” Why I am gonna write about it? To do awareness? Na…. to create a kind of revolution? Na…. m just gonna write about it because It is around us in day to day life. This is the current trending issue on social media.

                  This issue came in to focus when India lost semi-final match Vs. Australia & people were blaming Anushka Sharma to be the cause for Virat’s Wicket. There were trending messages like she called him to come back early hence he made only one run & went back to pavilion or also due to her presence he made only one run got out .let me clear you one thing that m not anushka sharma’s fan ;-) but this kind of Mentality our Indian Patriarchal System possess. Where Woman is blamed for failure of man. Looks like men are the only saints. Even though we find this kind of mentality  link back to the Mahabharata where Draupadi got blamed for Dharmyuddha. But we all know that this was not the only reason due to which Dharamyuddha occurred.

                 Important thing to notice about the mentality of Convict in Delhi rape case 2012. Convict says that ‘Ladkiya aadhe nange kapde pehnke ghumati hai isliye gande kam hote hai… “ “Agar usne Pratikar nahi kiya hota to who aaj jinda  hoti..” which completely gives an eagles view of the mentality of Indian peoples thinking.
                 This kind of environment we are creating everywhere & getting used to it. Wheather it may be a developed country or a developing country or an underdeveloped country.In present Woman gets blamed for misdeeds by man so that man should hide his failures & make woman responsible for it. This should not happen in country like INDIA.
Where we are leading our country?

We just hope that change will occur before our mother earth will destroy everything.

 Need to spread the Message “Bhes nahi Soch badlo…..

That’s all about it..

Thank you for Reading…

Stay younger… happier….. :-) :-)



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