Ridiculous rules, condition and situation in the world that need to be changed

1. A woman in a random day looks like this.

And she on her “those days”  of the month looks like this.

 

And not like this 👇🏿

Periods are natural and not under the will. 

So stop mocking something natural and those ridiculous rules in the name of restriction like do not enter the temple. And this too – ( I am not kidding, this really happens in India)

2. If he is special

she is more special

because rare things are more valuable.

Sex ratio in India 945 females for every 1,000 males. [Sex Ratio in India] (same situation in China too)

4. You don’t need to be shameful while buying this,

Show shame while doing this,

5. The permanent solution to temporary problems isn’t this,

8. Just going here

doesn’t make you a MANTry being huMAN instead.

9. Women are NOT less than men. Their physical weakness is surpassed by their mental strength. A mother is 10 times mentally strong than any man in the world.

10. There’s a fine difference between feminists and feminazis

11. This

isn’t necessary. Neither is this

Some more:

  • You have no rights to call a girl slut only because she rejected a scumbag like you.
  • The girl you stare is a sister and daughter of someone!

Bonus:

The result of 2+2 = ? can be known here.

is pulling rickshaw easy? An incident that changed my life’s point of ivew

rickshaw driver
rickshaw puller

I always thought that riding a rickshaw would be just like riding a bicycle. One day I wanted to try and asked a cycle rickswaw driver in Bangladesh if I could have a turn.

Technically, it should be like that. Only that you’re pulling someone else with you.

His face had all those deep wrinkles from the harsh sun and rain beating down on him all day. His arms and legs were as thin as twigs. His ribcage bulged through a sweat-drenched tanktop.

I was less than half his age and at least one foot taller than him.

“no no I can’t do it,” he protested.

But I insisted and he let me mount the driver seat and he went back to the passenger seat.

I started paddling.

It didn’t even budge.

I stood up and pushed down with all my might.

The rickshaw squeaked forward a couple inches.

By this point, the driver was laughing hysterically.

I conceded defeat, we changed positions, and he sailed down the street with an ease I could not even begin to fathom.

And while he was no industry-disrupting maverick, he was solving a real problem—helping people get from A to B.

It changed my view of manual labour forever.

I learned that technique always trumps strength.

And that every honest line of work deserves our respect.