How to be a good father? I need some tips.
Tell me what should be the most important things and your perception on how what habits are best to be that.
Tell me what should be the most important things and your perception on how what habits are best to be that.
Explanation - You know there are many parents who raise a cricket team. So you'll find siblings like, a man and his 5 elder sisters.
A son is their ultimate goal. So they won't stop having more children until a boy is born.
In Haryana, it's a custom and superstition that when you are fed up of having girl children in order to achieve a boy. You can name your last born daughter BHATERI.
Bhateri/Bhatera means "Enough".
So it's a way of telling the universe you have had 'enough' daughters, so no more daughters now. A son this time.
I replied to someone in my post that mentioned same girl child hate isuue. So it popped up in my mind.
It's not a common name nowadays. But you'll eventually find one of these in rural Haryana.
In recent years I have been seeing a lot of people, rather it be on the internet or irl, mocking Babbu Maan all over, making fun and downplaying him.
I live in Haryana. Here literally every guy my age loves Babbu Maan's music. The fanbase is so huge here, after his concert is full, people sneak into the ground forcefully to get a glimpse. His songs are compulsory to be played in a wedding. And you'll rarely see anyone criticising him.
But when I go to Punjab it's not that big of a deal. I got a lot of Punjabi friends and among many of them he's nothing more than a meme. I can't wrap my head around it. How come he's not loved as much at the place he has represented? Or is it more of a controversy thing?
Context - In 2015, A dalit family borrowed money from local jats by giving their land as collateral. After the debt was paid the jats were supposed to return the land but they refused to do so. Later they noticed the same family was building their dwelling to claim that land. They got furious took the case to gram panchayat. Being jat majority village, everyone opposed the dalit family. To teach them a "lesson", they already had some 200-250 other people invited from nearby village for violence. They mowed down and killed 5 people under tractors. Other 9 were brutally injured. Women of the family were sexually violated. I'm 2015 there were also videos circulating of this incident. The villagers were confident that their people will be free soon if they ever got arrested. After this incident no politician ever visited the victims because they feared it'll crash their caste vote bank.
My girlfriend and I were on a WhatsApp video call today. We were having fun and chatting. She was changing her clothes and was naked for a few minutes.
3 hours later she gets a call.
"We are from crime branch, the things you're doing aren't appropriate"
They threatened her that they will send cops to her house and will probably viral the stuff we did on video call. She told them to do what they want. She knew that It isn't from a legitimate crime authority. It's a scammer.
Then they blocked our numbers.
The thing is that I talked to a friend, he said it's a scam where they randomly call people and just put " we know what you did on video call". In case they get a chance where it actually happened.
But the thing is. We haven't done anything like that on WhatsApp video call for two months. And it doesn't seem like a coincidence that we got this call on the same day. There's no chance of this being random.
I don't know what should I do right now. Are our phones hacked. Is our WhatsApp hacked. They aren't picking calls. Did they take it on ego and gonna leak stuff. How did they do this? It's really hard to understand all this.
I've been suffering with bipolar disorder for the last 4 years. 2 years ago, it reached its peak.
It was really hard dealing with everything. My mind was filled with racing thoughts. Within a minute it was having multiple negative thoughts. My mental health was putting a really bad impact on my career, my social life and my feelings.
I lived with a family who have a rural haryanvi background. And lemme tell you this, Nobody really thinks that Mental Health issues are actually something to care for. I tried talking to family and relatives. And it all ended up with them saying
"Jyada mat socha kar"
"Ye sab kuchh nahi hota sirf kaam pe dhyaan de"
"Tu kyu in chakkaro me hai tera parivar nahi dikhta tujhe?"
"Tere paas kya nahi h jo tu tension me hai"
"Ye depression wagerah shehar ke chochle hai"
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Everyone around me was either saying that it's not actually a problem and I'm just influenced by the internet. Others started telling how hard their life was. Some people blamed me for getting depressed saying I'm just hurting my family this way.
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So at last I had no one to talk to. I couldn't focus on my work because of my thoughts and anxiety. Was always losing jobs. Losing friends. Got into Isolation. Then a thought popped up. My future is tragic, I'll never get a job, can never satisfy my family, will never make good relations, and never gonna be happy again. So is living worth it?
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Every single day to spend here was like living in hell. Think of it, a condition where your mind never stops thinking about everything in a negative sense. You get panic attacks everyday. Torturous anxiety. You literally start cutting yourself with blades to feel you're alive. Social media has romanticised Bipolar like it is just a mood swing thing.
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Now it was the execution time.
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Jumped in 8 foot area of swimming pool to get drowned, opened my eyes realising someone rescued me.
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Tried crashing my bike. Head started bleeding. It messed my left leg for months. But didn't kill.
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Tried overdosing on quatiapine but it led to me sleeping for 2 days straight. Another attempt was falling but I backed off.
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Now it was 2025.
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I pushed myself into absurd philosophy. Started some meditation. I made some rules for life. I started not giving so much thought to stuff that it affects me badly. If something's happening I have no control over, I just let it be.
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I got a girlfriend. I started sharing everything to her. She loves me very much. My family and relatives are still the same way. But I just keep the talk in such way as I know how much I can expect. My friend circle is still small but I'm having their back. I just go out and eat what I like. Just do what I want to do anytime. I don't listen to literally nobody, I get yelled at a lot but I just free myself from many things. I research a lot on history and watch stuff of my interest. I go outside with my girlfriend and friends and spend time around people I'm comfortable with.
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And today. I'm still losing jobs. My career is taking turns. I still have many panic attacks. Got scammed. Got into trouble. Financial issues. Family issues.
But........
It's just better.
Life isn't always perfect. There were a lot of good things I would've missed out on. Lots of experiences. Now I look at life like a movie, I'm the only one watching. Like it's on screen and I'm just ENJOYING it. Ohh this shit happened, let's see what happens next. It doesn't matter what kind of stuff happens just let it be like it's a story, it just has to be interesting.
I love my life now. Because the way things turned out better than I expected it shows how great it is to experience many good things that happened to me.
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The perspective matters a lot. I'm not a winner, nor a loser. My life's not a race. Live in the present.
I don't care if my house will be burned in the next hour, if I'm eating a pizza right now, I'll just eat my pizza. I'll care about it the next hour, won't let it ruin my present.
I look at those suicide attempts as worst and stupid decisions of my life. I'll never ever try suicide.
To everyone dealing with suicidal thoughts. Don't do it. Don't miss out on stuff. Life gets better. Trust me. Don't put yourself into a situation you can't return from.
God bless all of you.
Yesterday evening i was in Nawada dwarka mor area for some brochure printing work. while the work was in continuation i went out to smoke a cigarette. while lighting the ciggy, a man with a stick in his hand fell right in front of me. I gave him a hand and lifted him. It was obvious he was blind.
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I asked him if he's okay.
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he said "theek hu bhaiya, bas ghutne me lagi thodi, dhanyawad aapne uthaya mujhe".
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I asked "aapke saath nahi hai koi?"
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he said "ghar paas tha toh akela aa gya".
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I asked "aap chale jaoge ghar?"
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he said "dekhta hu jaa saku toh aaram se".
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Just three steps ahead and he nearly fell again. I asked him how far his house was. he said it's around 300 meters. I have never dealt with a blind person so I asked him how he's able to know where he has to go.
he said "bhaiya andaaza ho jaata hai".
he said there's a garden ahead, then it's a left turn then fourth street on the right.
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It was hard to see this poor guy in such a situation. It was a matter of empathy and humanity. I held his hand and told him that I'll take him to his place. he thanked me. I started walking with him holding his hand leading him to his destination. I had to take care of every step to stop him from falling again. he had several checkpoints that he said he had been told about, so he kept asking that.
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Now finally we were near the fourth street. I said "ab aap jaa sakte ho ghar". I told him I'm leaving then waved gudbye. he replied "bhaiya yaha tak le aaye ek baar ghar ke aage aur chhod do, boht meherbaani hogi".
I felt no problem doing so. so i said okay. Now I was in the front of that street. now its where it all went dark. the street looked deserted and was very silent. a couple dozen meters away. there were 4 guys talking and were laughing and stuff. two of the dudes were sitting on motorbikes parked parallel to each other, other two were standing. they didn't notice us for a couple seconds. but when they saw us, they went completely silent. one dude still didnt notice us and was laughing. another guy said something to him. he gave a quick glance then turned his face. they were now not even looking at us. their clothes were like, i dont know how to explain, but was giving a really bad impression. All of it looked very suspicious.
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I had so many questions. Why this blind guy lives in such a shady place, and why all these guys turned serious and stopped talking. I didn't want no smoke. I let go of his hand. and quickly started walking away from that street. he said "kya hua bhaiya". I didn't reply and kept walking. I looked behind and I saw that this guy was looking at that street with a slightly angry face, his both hands along with the stick were on his waist. Proly was looking at them. he was looking like he was disappointed and frustrated. all the skepticism was cleared when he turned his head towards me. a sinister look with eyes wide open.
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I just ran away without wasting any time. Now I was on the main street. I didn't know what to do about it. Several minutes later I saw a policeman on a pan shop. I explained to him the whole thing, his colleague came near too. they said they'll look after that. they went right away on their bullet, idk where. I took a bottle from a halwai shop right behind. the shopkeeper looked concerned. he was an old sikh guy. I told him the whole thing. he said I should be more cautious. many areas of Nawada and Uttam Nagar are not safe. there are such 'bladiye' (he used this term) who steal your stuff. and for resisting they'll make dozens of cuts on your body and leave you bleeding. Sometimes worse.
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the examples and explanation he gave me left me horrified. I don't know if he was exaggerating or it was true. But I'm safe. I came home safely and realised i have survival instincts of a housefly. But I'm just writing the experience here so no one else falls for it. stay safe and keep care of your family.
I'm an adult in my mid 20s. Smartphone addiction has affected my life in a really bad way. But still it's not the time where I need to intellectually grow the most.
Now what I fear the most is when I look at the little kids around me, my little cousins, nieces and nephews.
All their parents do the same thing. They know that it's stressful to take care of kids while they are busy. So they just give them their smartphones so the kid will be busy on the screen for 2-3 hours. And they don't have to deal with any mess.
Now the thing is, I have this bua who got a 4yo daughter. She cries over small things and only stops when she gets the phone. No physical activities, no roaming around in curiosity, less talkative, and many things.
In these cases, parents don't even know what kind of stuff their kids are exactly watching. They just scroll through YouTube shorts for hours. Some of the stuff isn't kid friendly. There are vulgar videos, ads and violence. They are not even aware of what there kid is getting exposed to.
These kids keep the phone on brightness and close enough to their face for hours it can affect their vision permanently. And being away from phone for a few hours makes them irritated. Smartphone becomes their only dopamine source. They don't indulge much in other activities. They don't play or have any kind of fun. It's just they are getting their best days ruined by this addiction.
The parents are solely responsible for all this. If you get a child you have to deal with the responsibilities to give them proper time and care that they need. If you're more comfortable putting them in this so called freeze mode to get some rest. Better don't have kids if you can't raise them well.