Archive for March 9, 2007


Children

My  name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can’t speak at all,
I can’t do a wrong
Or else I’m locked up
All the day long.

When I awake I’m all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home.

When my Mommy does come
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don’t make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s Bar.

I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
that he suffers at work

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.

He’s already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my Daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

“I’m sorry!”, I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

My heart goes out to little children. I’ve always loved kids. 
I know what it feels like to be so scared that you cant tell a soul. The fear that you face every single day. Fear of losing a “friend”, fear of more pain, fear of death. I lived with that fear for a really long time. My Mom and Dad didnt know. My brother didnt know. My best friend didnt know coz’ I was too scared to tell anyone. Maybe I was scared that I would be blamed somehow.
But I got thru. I dont know how but God even gave me the grace to forgive those men.
But there are many more who still feel the pain.. little girls and boys who go thru all kinds of abuse. I want to help. I really dont know how. But this is my one passion. This is my dream. Its what I live for. To give them the love that they never got. Love that they do not have to earn…

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I am fine

A lot of people have been asking me and other people whether I’m ok. I am fine. I know I sounded like I was going crazy a couple of posts back but I’m not. All of you can relax now. Im absolutely ok! It was just a weird phase.. you go thru that when you are studying Psych and you are just a couple of months away from your Exams!
You will see me in College tomorrow – normal.. Whatever that is.

Peace,
Enit

funny!

Priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates.

Ahead of him is a guy who’s dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket and jeans.

Saint Peter addresses him, “Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you into the Kingdom of Heaven ?”

The guy replies, “I’m Joe Cohen, taxi driver, from New York .”

Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi driver,

“Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven .”

Now it’s the priest’s turn. He stands erect and booms out, “I am the Right Reverend Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary’s for the last forty-three years.”

Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the priest, “Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of Heaven .”

“Just a minute,” says the priest. “That man was a taxi driver. Why does he get a silken robe and golden staff?”

“The difference” shrugged Saint Peter…

” While you preached people slept, when He drove, people prayed.”

Moral of the story:  It’s Performance, Not Position that Counts

My fever seems to be getting better. Thankyou for praying Mom!!
I’m glad. It was getting so bad, at night I kept thinking of how if I went out of India to study I’d be all alone and I’d have no one to take care of me. Scary thought. I never really knew how crazy people could get when they’re sick

Yesterday, for the first time I saw the video of the song “Crazy Kiya Re” and now i know why people hate it so. It was utterly pathetic. Aishwarya’s dance moves were awful. They were so rigid. I think she was more concerned about how she could dance and make sure that the tiny strip of cloth would not fall off. I think I like the Britney Spears version- “You drive me crazy” . I still love the music but I wouldnt watch the song/movie even if you paid me!! ok.. maybe if you paid me a million $$ but I should be allowed to sleep in the theatre if I want to.
Indian cinema is going downhill I think. The story line is pretty much the same- guy loves girl, girl loves guy, they’re waiting for their happily ever after. It is wrapped in a  different plot- either they’re big thieves or the girl is actually married to someone else or will be married soon or the guy is a strange superhero. Occasionally they add the killer disease for more tears. Add a couple of actresses with minimal clothing and there you have the perfect indian movie. Losers!
Dont ask me why i watch it.. I dont know myself.

My college was featured on Mtv last night. Saw a lot of people I know from the hostels. They were asked to complain about the hostels, the food, the rooms, their roomies…Cyrus went inspecting all the rooms and he discovered book shelves being used as shoe racks, beds being used as cupboards and even a study table without a chair which explains why there isnt much studying going on. There was even one guy who was sitting in his underwear. why? Coz’ he feels “free”. yeah.. Never talking to him!
Drove myself crazy laughing.. I love Cyrus!!!! and I love my college!!

-Enit