Society- A body system

You drink, you get drunk and you dance like crazy, there is no harm in it, it’s your personal attitude or approach towards life; until and unless you do any damage to anyone else.  But holding a gun and shooting in the air or roaming in the streets like a mad dog is indeed inhuman.

In the land of pure one is allowed to use & keep guns of all kind but having a sip of liquor is abandon not only abandon but such act will clear your path to heavenly journey. Not only guns are allowed, one can pee and shit in public without any hesitation or fear, but it’s abandon to kiss or hug in public.

Apart from all complains every protest against all chauvinistic beliefs one can’t deny the ground realities. One can witness people out there taking blood bath, playing with fleshes and bones. Not so astonishingly there are also people out there who enjoy swimming in ponds of red and white wine they adore kayaking in the rivers of Red-Blue-Black labels.

Bad Guy

Human being’s body structure is complex, systemic and sophisticatedly inter connected; a minor problem with one part can terribly disrupts the whole system.  There is hardly any desirable option to remove the problematical part   of human body especially when the part plays crucial role to run the body structure.

Have you ever thought of removing such organs or part which doesn’t sound beautiful to you??? What about removing intestines, gallbladders, or even kidneys??

If you do so then, have you ever given it a thought, what will be the effect on your body system? Nothing much I would say. If you remove your intestines completely, thinking that it produces shit you will barf like a camel’s slobber, which will not be so natural.  

Comparing human being’s body system with social structure gives resembling phenomena of human civilization. There have been great debates on various social practices over centuries; many of us have adopted social practices camouflaged under religious beliefs, while some of us play hide & seek under shadows of socialism, capitalism, and liberalism.

If we discuss society or social structure we must consider people having diverse background and attitudes. Some behaviors are time or situation influenced and some of us have got behavior patterns by birth which is in our instinct or DNA.

 In a society the foes and pals are always there, most of the time one can witness facilities and appreciations to pals, I mean good guys. But the only place for foes, I mean bad guys are jail or lockups.

Let’s forget about the good guys in the town for a moment.  

We have been reading and listening, all the bad things against bad guys in the town, and certainly those talking parrots are good guys of the town. There is nothing, even no place for bad guys, aliens, little monsters, pimps, whiners or sinners; neither in the land of pure nor in paradise.

The western world is quite tricky in this regard; they have accommodated all the bad guys in the town. There are night clubs, pubs, wine shops and many other conveniences where a bad guy can go get drunk, dance, enjoy and flushes out all his inner toxic. No one will ask them even a word nor anybody complain against his vicious behavior, until and unless he/she does any damage to asset or person.

Bad guys do live here in the land of pure not everyone is angle here; but they don’t have facilities or places to play around, such ignoramus approach of the so called civilized society, allows the unhealthy practices to penetrate in streets, colonies, homes and families.

It’s the same; one cuts his/her intestines believing that it creates mess and leaves the mess to spread all over his/her body. Such mocking practice in the society eats social norms and family values like a termite, which has inimical impact on future generations.  

One can’t stop bad guys doing vicious things, neither can deny their existence and it’s even impossible to eliminate them. Therefore it’s high time to limit them to a certain place at certain activities; such measures will help to reduce the risk factor in society in general.

The Golden Club of Gilgit-Baltistan

It’s not Gold, it’s the Man — Writer

Human being has diverse lifespan, ranging from infancy to old age and at every stage a person has to face challenges within the social loop. Senior citizens are known as ‘’Golden People,’’ which is an increasing segment of modern society. Their roles and incomparable experiences are highly important for a developing and developed society. The old aged locals of Gilgit-Baltistan are titled as reformers, who have accepted modernization and have played crucial role in educational development of the region; devoid of gender discrimination.

For example, a local survey (conducted by the Social Welfare Board for village Gulmit, Gojal in 2012) found that the old age citizens in the whole area (from Shishkat village to Passu) are 329 in number. Considering the figures of small survey, it seems that the number of senior citizens is increasing in the region.  Now they are at a stage where they deserve special attention. However, it has been observed that due to tough work schedule, it’s hard for the family members to take care of their elderly.

Educational development has steered the educated youth of GB towards big cities in search of better life, which has encouraged urbanization. Such trend has widened the gap between the working class and the elderly family members, who normally prefer living in villages, among relatives and friends, which can be hardly managed in big cities.

Senior Citizens 

The trend of dislocation and generation gap has brought many adverse changes among families, which is making it growingly harder for the educated youth to live in villages of Gilgit-Baltistan to take care of their parents and also for the old aged locals to understand the delineation of modern society. This has brought bitterness in relations, leading to ignoramus approaches and later ends in frustration, psychological issues, solitary confinement, and various physical disorders.

Gilgit-Baltistan is situated in the mountainous region of Pakistan, which lacks basic facilities for senior citizens. Therefore, it’s high time to form and construct clubs for the seniors; one having all the essential facilities. The word “Club” has been used to materialize the concept here, rather chanting “Old Homes,” which the locals dislike.

Building traditional houses and providing every facility, ranging from central heating and cooling systems, indoor games, musical instruments and books will help to keep them lively. Whoever has the skills like wood carving, handicrafts manufacturing shall be given facilities to practice their skills. Such activities will not only keep the seniors engaged with life, but will also make them self-reliant.

There is hardly any facility available for senior citizens in Gilgit-Baltistan; mostly they stay at home, or go to local shops, Chai Wala or hotels, where one can hardly find quality food or clean environment. Materializing the concept of Golden Club will maintain their good health condition and enhance socialization among senior citizens of the region.

Providing basic nursing facility within the premises will help to keep them hale and hearty, which will be a great help for the working family members. The nursing facility will help to monitor their physical conditions.

It’s high time to take care of those who sacrificed their life for betterment and development of society and new generation.

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I LOVE you B****

You come and go like a rainy-frog

And blow the smog; smog over smog

I love you B****

You snatch my home & blast it down

Like I'm freaky prawn

I love you B****

It’s just regurgitation not hallucination

I tell you why

I love you B****

You’ve built a road on the graves of lines

Then force me down to kiss the mines

I love you B****

You my good pal, the rest are foes

You tell the lie, lies over lies

I love you B****

You cut the trees with the diamond saw

Haven’t paid them any rewards

I love you B****

You treat’em like dogs then pay some flog

Listen to me it’s not for the hog

I love you B****

You fed me, some loafs of AID

Then cut my throat with sickening raid

No matter how no matter why

I love you B***

You dug the grassy lands of mine

 Like you dug my heart-&-mind combine
I love you B****

Construction underway 

World Through My Camera Lens-Dee Jay

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“It is the soul that sees; the outward eyes
Present the object, but the Mind describes.
We see nothing till we truly understand it.”
― John Constable

Hunza diary-Breaking the taboos

"You can look at the world from a mountain or from a rat hole! most people do the second" Mehmet Murat ildan 

It has turned a tradition more like a taboo now that whoever studied, whatever, or wherever, visits his/her hometown, varying the time schedule (mostly in summer)- Bun-Kebabs have now become Burger, who normally shy away to give hands to their poor parents during their free time. It was fade or trend, which marched towards style, slowly and gradually the practice wore the attire of fashion, which has now become a taboo. A lifestyle that washes away the beauty of joint family practices eludes social harmony and above all, it diminishes care for the senior citizen in general and parents of those involved in specific. 

A university or college brat, especially the young, admires roving in the streets, adores sipping the Namkeen Choie at local restaurants no matter if he begged the dosh from their poor parents. Ouchhhhh!!! It’s heartening for the highly educated lassies as they don’t want to break their long nails. Mama will do it; normally girls puke, my cloths gets dirty, when I clean the house, wash cloths or dirty dishes.

May we all stay away from baloneys of all kind, of all sources, all time!!!!

Packing apple fruit at family garden

Almost after a decade I am staying home this long, something forced me to stay, which is unusual. A witchdoctor might answer about the “diversion” well. God forbid!!!

I can witness alteration, modification, variation, transformation and change in every sector, zone, and segment of the society and area. You cherish the good but you also yell over the bad happenings in the towns of high mountain valley.

The thing that deeply hurts me is the increasing nous for class differences; this malady never existed among the people of the past. Everything used to be simple, pure and full of affection. Gloomily! Such imprudent notions have penetrated in hearts and minds of the people; now people of the area really care about status symbol, power and money.

Fatherhood, motherhood, brotherhood, sisterhood and neighborhood have now been slowly hiding under pirate-hood.

Working at family potato field 

We live in the eastern sphere of planet earth and we believe in joint family system, but the inspiration we impose on “self” from other worlds, which hardly contributes to our social norms and family values.

Parents are reluctant to instruct or share ideas with their spoiled brats; “I know everything” the little monster regurgitates, but the truth is that they know everything about a world that doesn’t exist in the high mountain valley or Eastern sphere.

It’s a dogma in the Land of Pure that whoever reads or writes are literate, educated or groomed person, no matter he/she ever been through the lines of social norms, family values, mutual respect and routine honesty. Such ignoramus attitude of society, especially by the undeveloped youth, brutally ruins virtuous beliefs of old traditions.

There are newly introduced fashions here in the high mountains, its curse for the so-called educated monsters to work at his family gardens or fields or help in any capacity. The lassies shy away from helping their parents, as they have now become literately-illiterate and there is a strong possibility to break their filthy colored nails.

It’s even sin to ask for help or instruct the sophisticated literates who have got piece of a colored paper from the prestigious schools of foreign lands, where all you learn how to get filthy rich.

Whatever the case, I tried to break the outrageous Taboo. Amusingly I got weird responses from the locals during my mission here in the high mountains. How they react when they see you cutting wood for fire, plucking fruits, or doing variety of tasks in your family gardens or fields; why don’t you go and find and nice job? Why don’t you start your own business? Why don’t you go for CSS option?? Why don’t you go for NGO? Why don’t you join army? Why don’t you go for PHD? Why don’ you become a religious scholar? Why don’t you go abroad and get settled? 

No doubt, there is charm for the innocent senior citizens of the area, they have been finding charm in things, people or places, which they have rarely used, met or visited.

The free-souls are not even aware about the souring realities of material world, they aren’t aware of the sickening fact that being master of their field, they become corporate slaves, religious bigots, financial vultures, social felons, political jinx or military jarheads, rather a “man of his own.”

Celebrating Chineer- the season of harvesting

Enthrallingly, I enjoyed whatever I did; just to break the cocoons, which every educated youth wears upon their arrival. I truly enjoyed playing with mud and flowers. I enjoyed the absolute joy of my garden, where I trimmed tree branches and plucked fruits. I cherished marvels of my small town, where the locals celebrate rituals, which are insignificant to the outer world. It’s not only your mind that freshens up, but your soul, which struggles to exit form body cage when you hit the top of the Village Mountains.

Youth of the area need to define and differentiate between their needs and wants, running after material desires and achieving material goals should not be the sole motto. As many billionaires of the world have left their fortunes and returned to simpler living, just to find inner peace, love, and care.

Ethics and ethical values should be given prime importance at homes, government schools, and community based schools to educate new generation (naye tehzeeb k ganday aday) on how to respect others, their privacy, esteem, affection and mutual care, which is badly diminishing among youth of the area.

The unidirectional educated youth of the area must have to understand needs of their parents, who really need care and attention in their old ages. So far I have seen many senior citizens who are alone on their own and are suffering with psychological disorders.

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Broken heart traveler

Life was beautiful with my gorgeous wife, everything used to dance around when we were together; I cherished and enjoyed every moment of life with her.

But her sudden death changed everything; the red rose which used to be fresh and source of escalation became colorless like a draught hit plant, the Viennese wine used to romanticize our trifling celebration has become tasteless and vain, the soul touching music of late 60’s has become awful noise.

After the death of my beloved wife, I decided to leave everything behind and hit the road to lose-my-self. Such hasty change and aimless travel was quite hard to manage.

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Meeting addicted people on the road, clubbing and partying became daily activities in Munich. 

Searched for comfort at unusual and off beam places; I became a night creature and made friendship with all the bad guys in the town.   Slept with strangers and woke up with a new girl every morning. I lost almost 7 KG weight in short time because of strange habit and troubled schedules.

 Sniffed heroin for the first time, I threw up at the very moment then injected it with used syringes. My body rejected the white poison as something from above forced me to avoid the preposterous drill. But I failed to stop the deviation; neither had I realized the damage of such practices at the beginning.

Used whatever came my way to stay high, whether it was marijuana, bhang, majoon, hashish, spirits (acids), cocaine and other traditional remedies. 

The horrendous journey continued and I was roaming in the streets of Germany, Italy, Croatia, Slovenia, and Hungary. I met, ate, slept, and traveled with aliens, street gangs, pimps, waifs and strays. Shared cloths of their boyfriends or their Ex and husbands to continue the journey to nowhere, with a slanted image. ‘After all these I botched to give them even an iota of love.’

Tried the trick of solitary confinement and became insomniac; it further damaged the body and the suffering soul within.

The only hope for me was to commit suicide and get rid of these burden I was carrying along for such long, the affliction, soul-asphyxia, distorted image, and prestige stigma were good reason to set the soul free from the body-cage.

Tried various stuff but they all turned vain, all I found colored water not poison not even the deity wanted to invite the filthy, shattered and bruised soul.  

One day I was leaving the squat in hope to find some bucks to buy some loaf; outside a local restaurant of Slovakia I met some spirited guys. They introduced themselves as “free-souls” who were from Turkey, after brief conversation they offered me some food and invited to their place.

The next day I was not keen to listen to their speeches, but rather more curious to get some food to silence my starving stomach. Astonishingly I found their conversation more enjoyable than the food; they were educated guys who were missioned to spread love.

I felt shiver which run through my spine, when I heard that they are on a mission to lose their “Self,” it was a strange feeling indeed a weird one. I kept thinking, how it can be possible, being on same mission but on different road.

They invited me if I can also be a part, for the rest of the journey. Halfheartedly I agreed, as there was no other purpose left in life.  I found them very kind no matter how the rude the people are or tough the situation around, never got the feeling of hatred for people or nature.

Slowly I loved spending time with my strange friends; I like working and helping them. They offered me some clean clothes and nice food, above all the care and respect which was not common.

One day in the late afternoon the group head came to me, he offered me the famous Turkish green tea and sat beside me. Calmly he said, “Why don't you quit all these bad habit and lose your ‘self’ for the marvelous love?”

I was a bit surprised; nothing came out of my mouth then after a brief silence the word ‘Yes’ came out, Like someone from inside forced me to say it.

It was a turning point of my life, I tried hard to get control over my addiction, the guys in the group helped me allot. At many occasion I betrayed my promise but latterly I achieved what I wanted.

I became a normal human being and started working with them; I have shared my experience with hopeless people in the streets and gave them the courage to live a normal life.

Life is beautiful now, working for local a charity organization; we collect funds for the needy ones, and also try to heal their inner wounds.

It’s not self-centeredness; neither egocentricity nor narcissism, but rather eternal love which one needs to share and definitely you will get back.  

Free Tourist Zone – A perfect substitute for Chinese Aid

Attabad, Disaster, Rescue, International Aid, Rehabilitation, Chinese Aid, World Food, FOCUS, USAID, IDP’s, corruption,  Government, FWO, Army, etc. etc. etc. these keywords have been echoing in the high mountain valley since 2010. 

Karakorum Highway 

Who ever wanted to gain from miseries, gained well enough; whoever suffered, lost more than enough; and whoever wanted to serve, served with true hearts and minds.

The disaster occurred, the lake came into being, people turned IDP’s, snow leopards became hyenas, and hyenas became wolfs. No offense!

Never mind! The inhabitants of Gojal Valley who used to be self-reliant and cherished their traditional agricultural practices over decades have now become parasites and affectionate to International Aids. Sometimes the distribution of such aidless-aid leads to awful ending.  No issue at all, if there is punching in the face; in return, one gets a bag of flour or rice.

Inhabitants of the valley must be grateful to the victims; according to them the disaster occurred because of massive Facebook campaign. The deity noticed then shoved the mountain down on Attabad, which blocked the Indus creek.  Bestowing their kindness, now we get tons of flour, rice, salt and sugar. With these diviner loafs we can enjoy “KumKum”, “Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi”, “Ishq-e-Mamnoon”, “Fariha”, and many upcoming imprudent and outlandish drama serials.

What next?? No one ever asks such question, not to Mehendi Sho neither to Wengxi Beeg nor to Aid providers, but to “himself.”  Will the people enjoy these serials or switch to some thriller movies that at least have an intermission?

The landlocked geography of Gojal Valley offers rare opportunities to the locals to earn their livelihood; the only cash crop, potato, has now become a liability and the seasonal birds have been avoiding visiting and exploring the pristine nature and rich traditions of the mountain people. Poor image of the holy land and the blocked Karakorum Highway (KKH) are considered to be the main reasons. But, one can’t ignore the lethargic Ministry of Tourism, which recovers from coma during specific festivals, only to get the proposed budget.

Rather crying on graves and shaking comatose, it’s time to come up with some viable solution, which will at least give hope the downhearted youth of Gojal and Hunza.

The Chinese government must come up with some sustainable solutions, rather than providing aid, which further damages habits of the locals and social-harmony as well.  We have already been witnessing many undesirable events lately as a result of the Chinese aid.

Hunza Valley has tremendous potential for tourism related activities; therefore, it’s high time for some practical decision taking by taking the locals of the area onboard.

Opening the Pak-China border for the people of Hunza and Chinese tourists will pace up the economic activities in the area. It will be a life blood to hotel and transportation industries of the area, many hotel owners will be able to provide quality service to the visitors.

The Wakhi’s of Gojal Valley have deep roots in Sinkiang province of China; trade, marriages, and cultural exchange were common in old days. But then Prime Minister Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto separated the Pamiri people, half of the part was given to the Chinese and other half remained with Pakistan. Still there are contacts – rare, but alive among mountain people.

Providing dual-citizenship to the people of Gojal will further enhance economic, education, cultural, and tourism related activities between the Pamiri people of Chinese and Pakistani side.  Such initiative will further strengthen socio-economic ties between China and Pakistan.  It will also help the locals to get back to their fields and work to produce cash crops and sell in the Chinese markets, which are nearer safer and reliable.

Keeping sustainable, eco-tourism phenomena in mind will reduce the risk factor, especially in an environmentally most fragile region of World.

Such initiative will be a test case for other nations like, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, India and Afghanistan to come together for regional cooperation, which is increasingly important in high pace economic era.

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Pushing the inhabitants of Gojal Valley into further isolation

Gojal is the largest tehsil of Gilgit-Baltistan, where the 25000 inhabitants find their lineages in various parts of Pakistan, China, Afghanistan and Tajikistan. The valley is considered to be the safest place in Pakistan, even though it has many towns connected to Afghanistan and Chinese border.

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Literacy rate of the valley is above 90 percent, which further boosts urbanization, especially among educated youth of the area. Joblessness, rare investment opportunities, poor infrastructure, health facilities and ignored tourism sector are prime reasons for low socio-economic development of the area.

The year 2010 added another misery in shape of Attabad disaster, which completely blocked the Karakorum Highway and turned the whole valley into a complete dungeon. Those self-reliant inhabitants became dependent on various international Aids.

Now they are waiting for another nightmare, a decision which will be imposed first from federal setup then with the help of provincial (don’t know where on earth this province exists) setup of Gilgit-Baltistan.

The poor locals of the area have been demanding a separate electoral seat for the largest tehsil of the region, for so long. But the delaying tactics and lack of interest by the political setup has made it impossible for people of the area.

In 2003, Gilgit-Baltistan Council mindlessly recommended that the seat will be given to the area, but Altit and Ganish villages will also be party to it, which was categorically rejected by the people of Gojal. 

Considering the fact that the people of Gojal are victimized by the central Hunza setup for ages, such proposed ideas are preposterous in every aspect as the authorities have ignored historical and ground realities of the area.

During the election year 2009, people of Gojal valley unanimously voted for Pakistan People’s Party (PPP), believing that the Party will deem their sole demand. But it all went with the wind as other promises, which the political figure made during their election campaigns. Four years down the line and there is hardly any development on the said demand. People of the area are losing hope in their representatives.

A bad news has been floating through some backdoor channels that the decision has already been made by the Pakistan Muslim League (PML-N) and the deal has been hit without taking people of Gojal on-board. According to the new deal, Karimabad (Baltit) is also part of electoral seat, including Altit, Ganish and rest of Gojal. For the second electoral seat Dhorkan, Aliabad and Nasirabad will be fighting for their rights.

Who wins and loses??

For the first electoral seat Altit, Baltit, Ganish, Shishkat, some part of Khyber-Sost, Khudabad, Misgar and Raminj will stand together. Such a scenario will give a visible picture of ethnic divides based on dialects. Most Brushu speakers of these areas vote for PML (N). Until today they consider the so called Mir (of no men’s land) Ghazanfar Ali Khan as their lifetime leader.

There is a strong possibility that Amjad Ayub and Izhar Hunzai will also contest the upcoming elections, which will make the vote pretty tricky. Amjad Ayub will use the platform of PML (N) if their mighty Mir allows, but one cannot expect much difference as the old wine will be in the same old bottle.

Izhar Hunzai might use a different platform or will contest as an independent, but he will get some votes, as those inspired of Nasir Uddin Hunzai and Khan-e-Hikmat will play their part at any cost.

Whoever contests from Gojal Valley will have to face the music; there will be hardly any chance for a contestant to gain majority, as part of the votes will go to the above said personalities of Hunza, no matter based on ethnicity or certain belief.

Such divide will neither affect the vote bank of PPP in central and lower Hunza, nor will it do any personal damage to Mr. Wazir Baig; therefore, he is reluctant to take the decision in favor of Gojal Valley in his tenure. Such awful situation seems playful to Mr. Wazir Baig in coming election, but it will terribly affect social harmony in the region.

People of the area were expecting their elected candidate to deliver upon their aspirations while realizing their dire need. Sadly, Mr. Baig is now ostracizing the sole demand of the people of Gojal, which will lead to disastrous outcomes. Chief Minister of GB, Mr. Mehdi Shah, has been avoiding the issues as well, even though he promised the allocation of specific seat for the area.

If the authority manages to impose the notorious decision, it will be a beginning of ethnic discrimination, which will slowly hike towards moral, social and economic destruction of the ignored population.

Suffering with such unjust and unheeded behavior will provoke revolt in the region. Most probably the locals will march towards China as they have already roots there.

A couplet of Qabil Ajmeeri fits the scenario here.

Waqt Karta hay parwarish barsoon 

Haadssa aik dam nahi hota

Therefore, it’s high time to consider the important demand, which is an electoral seat for the people living from Ayenabad to Chipursan Gojal, with true hearts and mind.

One can read the published post on MountainTV

Your Privacy & Social Media-nude gone naked

Credit: Anonymous 

In the virtual world, there is no county, no border, and even no passport. One can roam around like a hitchhiker enjoying the good or bad. But! There are police, thieves, I mean hackers, spammers in this world.

Social media has made it more interactive more lively and even more realistic. There are plenty social media service providers, where they provide various tools and user friendly apps, which keeps you connected with people worldwide.

As the service providers vary so does the users; there are users who have been using social media streams for business purposes and there are people, out there who have been using it for socialization and fun.

Interestingly, there are users who are highly worried about their privacy on social media. It’s hilarious; isn’t it??

Just imagine you are standing on a crossroad naked; with closed eyes, hands on your face, thinking that no one is looking at you. How is it possible?????????????

Well if you can’t imagine then must find your lineage among ostriches, which believes everything is perfectly alright, head-deaden.

There are people who rarely or occasionally use social media but are terribly worried about their privacy, like a religious soul who is really concerned his illicit relation with a girl or guy. Strangely there are people out there who are addicted to and hardly care about their privacy, like a baby who roams around undressed. 

Anyhow everyone is free to their desires, but moderate use of social media streams will be a safe way out. Who cares, if there is even extreme.

At first there is nothing private and nothing safe in virtual world, even the CEO Mark Zuckerberg himself, who is the guru of social media. In a recent incident, a Palestinian white hat hacker sneaked through Zuckerberg’s account and updated his status, which was shocking for the entire Facebook team. Anyone, anytime, anywhere can sneak through your highly protected accounts, without your consent or notice. Alas! You must be worried about.

There is a new trend; I mean an increasing segment of social media users, they are toddlers-tots-children-kids-babies or whatever you name. One can notice a baby poking around in his/her diaper not their fault; as their parents are more anxious about her pictures, videos and status updates, rather their meal and upbringing.

Considering some virtual facts one must define their own limits, to what extent they want to go and for what reason. Else, it’s an ending world where one can easily lose the aim or can easily attempt-n- attempt which is not under ethical sphere.

It’s high time to stay safe and care for others and the finest rule is to not run into religiosity, political crusades and viciousness of all kind, otherwise we all know “whatever goes comes around.”

One can read the published post on MountainTV