Juvenile Crime In India

Under the Age of 16

Did you know that….

There are around 29 million juvenile crime cases reported every year in India.

Furthermore,

30.9 per cent of those surveyed by the Juvenile Justice Boards were between the ages of 12 and 16, while 2.5 per cent were between the ages of 7 and 12.

In majority of the cases, the children don’t talk to their relatives and families about their problems and have an introverted behavior.

Additionally, many of them belong to families living in poverty and broken homes and have ended up having psychological issues that affect their lives severely.

Organizations such as UNICEF work towards various ways of ensuring child safety, some of which play a part in resolving problems faced by youth in a similar criteria.

UNICEF collaborates with governments to better public service and fight against harmful neglect and work with communities to promote safer environments which will help many at-risk children to better their life.


There have been many times juvenile offenders have been able to turn their lives around. From taking lives to saving them, working honest jobs and helping those in need.

Their achievements tells us that it is not impossible to change the mindsets of this youth. Many such people have greatly suffered being victims of domestic violence and mental insecurity as a result of which, their decisions were taken.

The crowds of everyday society are role models to vulnerable children. The success stories of these people prove that it is not impossible for them to evolve with a little help from us.

The Space Cemetery

The ISS (International Space Station) plans to crash back into Earth by 2030. So, in 8 years, when it is no longer of use, where will this satellite, which is as big as a professional football field, land?

Scientists and engineers dedicate a lot of research on where satellites and spacecraft will land after their term in space. If they were to simply fall back into Earth it would result in mass destruction, hence, a planned phase-out of these shuttles is very important.


A remote point in the South Pacific is the final resting place of these spacecraft. It is a very important location where most spacecraft are made to land after coming back into the Earth’s atmosphere. This point, popularly known as the Space Cemetery is formally known as South Pacific Ocean Uninhabited Area. It is a desolate spot found East of New Zealand and lies 4 km. below sea level. It is here that the majestic ISS will finally crash in a few years.

The Space cemetery is located at point Nemo. Since 1971, around 300 spacecraft have been buried in these waters.

CREDITS:

https://www.iol.co.za/travel/world/south-america/have-you-heard-about-point-nemo-its-the-loneliest-place-on-earth-where-spacecraft-go-to-die-032a9d11-6c18-50ce-ba44-b9fcb60dc3fa#:~:text=Stijn%20Lemmens%2C%20a%20space%20debris,be%20buried%20in%20Nemo’s%20waters.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spacecraft_cemetery

A Luminous Blossom

My eyes start to sink

In the exotic shades of pink

The flowers of the cherry blossom tree

Seemed to be idyllic for eternity

That moment as it waved in the breeze

A whisper of felicity

Good People are Born to Die. The Incompleted Story Of John Watson.

I’d say I’m not a bad person, but neither of us would believe that.


I’m scared of the day I’m all alone, but that day is already here.

My name is _______. This is my story and my confession.


He is a good friend of mine, or at least he was.

5 years ago he passed away. No one knows why really. The press covered the story, sure. But they got bored when all anyone found were dead ends.

No one knew what happened to him. But I know. I know how he was killed. I know what I believe. I believe what I know – He was murdered and nobody question those they needed to the most. People were too trusting, I suppose.

His death in his profession, I guess was unsurprising.

But it wasn’t as much his death, as the person behind it who surprised me.

Ch 3.

His muffled cries of panting pain still rung in my ears. It was the first time he seemed vulnerable to the circumstances, a victim of the poor man’s madness.

He deserved it, he too was no less than a killer

He had killed her only a while ago, and someone had to return his favour.

Wrapped hands around his neck turned his skin to a brittle blue. His eyes were lost, deep and tinted, unable to stabilize from seeing this betrayal.

He choked on this vengence.

Not helpless.

He could have fought back.

But he knew. He knew the pain in the eyes of the man who stood before him.

He knew it, and perhaps he pitied him enough to let go.

After a while, the grasp fell and as his lifeless mass hit the ground, his steady grey eyes stared deeply. Knowingly.


He was gone.

But so was she.

My wife was dead.

And now a friend.

I have nothing left.

I am sorry. I really am.

I am sorry I killed him.

End of Time

We are burning flames

On the hearth of life

One wrong move

And the fire slowly dies


Hostages to time

No control on the lapse of lives

Run a marathon

At the speed of light

But one day we’ll run out of time


One day, it’ll all go away

The mosaic of life, disrupted by time

In the darkness, we lose our ways

A Turning Point in Ashoka’s Life

The Kalinga war was a major turning point in the life of Ashoka the Great. He was the grandson of the founder of the Mauryan Empire – Chandragupta Maurya. During his early reign, he did not focus much on the policy of conquest and expansion, though, soon he began to covet the region of Kalinga (modern-day Odisha). Kalinga at that time was a large and important region but was not ruled by the Mauryans.

Hence, leading an army to a great war, Ashoka emerged victorious, capturing the kingdom. However, he felt only regret for what he had done. This war had resulted in the deaths of many. After seeing what destruction his decision had caused, Ashoka felt terrible about his actions.

Soon after this, he decided to give up the policy of conquest and expansion entirely and focused on helping the welfare of his people through his dhamma. Dhamma is the act of mastery through peace. Ashoka soon made it his pillar of guidance, shifting to a better life.

His dhamma encouraged tolerance, peace, honesty and respect towards all. It even promoted the welfare of animals. He carved his dhamma on several rocks, sandstone pillars and cave walls as edicts. These edicts are present all over India, even today.

Everything We Can’t Explain

1.
Rachel
“Dispatch 2118. We found her. She’s dead.”

Rachel Sequeira’s car had broken down on Tuesday but just before she could call a mechanic, someone on the deserted road of Hugby street was kind enough…to help?

2.
Rachel
“I got the job!!!” Rachel Sequeira, the 32-year-old mother of two [her son and dog], shouted out with joy to Chris, her husband, over the phone. She was now officially manager of the Scranton Branch of Bloom magazine, only the biggest magazine in all of P.A! They both beamed with joy as Rachel said, “When I come home today, treats on me.” and hung up. Rachel was over the moon. Though, sadly she never made it home.

3.
Liam
Liam and Rachel were best friends in high school, though they grew apart over the years. While Rachel settled down with a family and successful job, Liam’s life was in a shattered shape – no family, no job, no friends.
And just a few days after Rachel’s death, his life too was brought to an abrupt end. A murder…

4.
Liam
Liam was a mentally strong man who never gave up on anything. He believed that there would always be an end to the problems you are facing, you just have to be patient. Liam was quite smart and never made a move that would hurt him in the long run. Even though it is true he was facing depression he was not the kind to give up. His death was a murder, a clue, a hidden message had to be there, we just have to find it…

5.
Rachel

Rachel lived at Ruby Street and led a comfortable life. The day she died was a happy day for her. The job she currently had was not well suited for her expertise. The interview was swift and left her ecstatic, with the hope to start a new chapter in her life. Before she was to come home, she decided to make a quick stop at the local bakery. The old bakery has been well known for many decades and has legendary chocolate and blueberry muffins. Her son, Nathan, loved the muffins and she wanted to get them for him. However, to get there, she would have to first drive past the creepy Hugby street, full of dark alleyways and broken street lights. Hardly anyone has ever been visible there. It has tinted trees and when the cold October wind passed through them they made a howling sound as though mourning in pain. It is a disturbing sight that leaves you feeling vulnerable. It was while she was driving there that her car broke down. She got out to make a call to the mechanic but someone stumbled past and volunteered to help. Stumbled or had they been waiting for her? Waiting for the right time…

6.
Rachel
Rachels family waited to welcome and congratulate her. Soon, after waiting for much time they decided to give her a call and another one and another but no answer. After several tries, they finally decided to give the local police a call. After trying hard to locate her from their base, they suggested that they should launch an investigation. Deeply worried, Chris agreed, hoping that the matter wouldn’t get further out of hand. It did…

7.
Liam
Liam was headed to an early-opening shop in his car. Dawn had broken out only a while back, so the road was left desolate. Suddenly his car stopped and so did his heart.

Liam had no family, so he had no one to worry for him. Soon after, when an old woman was walking her dog, she came across his body, she let out a shriek as her heart skipped a beat. She frantically called the police.

8.
Liam
“He…Hel…Hello?” the old woman was in tatters, stumbling over her words as she dialled the emergency number on her phone. Liam’s lifeless face stared her in the eye, a sight of pure horror. His blood sprayed the ground, still dripping from his head like a leaky faucet. Shattered glass spread dotted the ground, but the windows of his car were still intact. By the time the police came through, a crowd had gathered around the dead man. The sound of sirens wailing in the distance flooded the place. The woman was interrogated but was in much shock, unable to answer. What had happened to poor Liam? What had he done to deserve such a fate?

9.
Rachel
Footsteps hurried along the sidewalk and a hooded man stepped out of the shadows. Rachel stood on the other side of the street, trying to contact the mechanic. The man walked slowly towards her, his hands reached into his pocket, he pulled out a knife and hid it behind his back. Rachel saw the peculiar man, who pointed to an unattached wire and in a deep voice said “You should connect that wire onto the engine.” “Oh,” Rachel stifled an uncomfortable laugh and quickly started to attach the wire, eager to get out of there. The man walked closer and extended a shaking hand. The next thing – a knife dripping with blood. He pulled it away and stepped back into the shadows, leaving Rachel’s body as a pile of mass on the floor.

10.
Rachel

When the search parties finally located her body, Chris was called to bid farewell to his unfortunate wife. He was in shambles, filled with dismay upon seeing the bloody sight. Chris knew it was a murder. His sadness soon turned into rage as he summoned the inspector to find the one who killed Rachel. Poor Nathan was left motherless and Chris was now a widower. The perfect life they had built for themselves, the dreams they had, all had come crashing down as waves of reality sank into Chris, leaving him in a state of grave depression.

11.
Liam

Liam drove off through the dim-lit streets and upon reaching the shop, stepped out of his car, only to be greeted by a man in a black cloak, his face covered by a hood. That’s when the man extended his hand, and the rest is history.

12.
Liam

In his last moments, Liam’s thudding heartbeats rang in his ears. He was shivering as he remembered his life. Seeing it go by in a flash, he let out a sigh and faded away.


13.
The Investigation

There has been another murder!
Sirens rang, and red lights flashed. Policemen flooded the station and a dozen reports needed to be written. Investigations had to start right away.

Robert Tanner, a young man famous for his skills in the field of mystery, was called. His detective work won him a lot of recognition, and there was great hope for him to solve the mystery.

However, he called in sick, and waves of disappointment flooded the police force as they realized they’d have to settle for someone else.

So Jim Betterman, infamous for his behaviour but known for his detective skills, was summoned.
Betterman had worked for the local detective agency for seven years before deciding to go solo. It was upon going solo that he accomplished his most famous mysteries. His most notable case was the Field of the Dead – 10 deaths in one week. The case closed, and Betterman came out triumphant. Now was another chance for him to shine.

14.
The Investigation

Betterman came by Chris’ house the following day. However, the visit was in a state of chaos. It was high afternoon, but Chris was still in bed. Poor Nathan had to call out of school and stay at home.
So, Jim’s visit was of no avail.

Next, he tried to connect with the people who had last seen Liam, but it turned out that he hadn’t stepped out of his house for days.
Another dead end.

So, Jim decided he would have to start someplace else.

Upon taking permission from the police force, he travelled to the crime scenes.

15.
The Investigation

Shattered glass was painted in blood, and Rachel’s face was the source of the hammering. Her body lay thrust into the windshield, sinking into the remaining glass. Betterman’s assistants, sent by the police force, scanned any possible places in trace of fingerprints. They collected samples of the ruins in tiny zip-lock bags, insuring minimum harm to the scene.

While one of the assistants was collecting a sample, he noticed something. A small ornament-like piece was lying on the ground. The peculiar object comprised a tiger’s head, its stripes dark as coal, extending onto a dragon’s body, with fiery yellow scales along its side.
He sealed it in a zip lock back and ran to the lab to study it further.

16.
The ornament

Soon, he reached the lab and got the figure checked for fingerprints.
They found prints on the piece! They quickly began to scan the ornament but reached a dead-end when they couldn’t find a trace. He asked the assistants to keep working on trying to find a source. It was then that one of the lab testers exclaimed that the piece was a replica of a painting she had seen sprayed on the walls of a nearby alley. Perhaps they would find something there.

In a rush of eagerness and excitement, with the help of the lab tester, Jim fled the laboratory to trace the alley. After walking for a few minutes, something spray-painted on a nearby wall caught their attention. It was a painting of the ornament, but it was more than just that! There hidden in plain sight and camouflaged within the eye of the tiger head, was a doorknob, a few feet of the ground. They carefully advanced towards it, waves of anticipation flooding their minds. That’s when Betterman swiftly turned and asked the lab tester to head back. He was going solo.

But he had counted his chickens before they hatched as he grasped the knob and turned it vigorously, its deafening rattles ringing in his ears. The door was locked.

Jim sighed. His attempts had been of no use. So, he started heading home. But right then he heard a clicking sound, startled he turned, there, from a dark room was emerging a shadow. Quickly he turned on the old recorder attached to his pocket. The shadow was a hooded face, and it swiftly snatched Betterman hostage.

17.
The Face Behind the Hood

The man lifted his hood and Jim was left in disbelief. The man knew it was fatal for him to be left exposed. So, he apologized to Jim as he extended a shivering hand, a knife in its clutches. Poor Jim could not escape fast enough and that was the end of his story.

18.
Years later

Years later, researchers excavated a rusted recorder, cushioned upon a mossy layer, in a bombed alleyway. Looking into the matter, they were able to play a long lost recording. There, in shivering and cracking voices was taking place a conversation. “I called in sick that day,” said a rough voice. It continued, “But I wasn’t. I was simply scared, scared of what I had become. There’s so much regret but it’s too late now”, the voice whispered. “I killed them, it’s true, I took out my anger on innocent people. It’s not been the first time. Most of my cases have been framed by me. I am so sorry. So sorry for what I am about to do.” With that, a shrilling sound of a knife thrust into mass was heard, and the recording was over. The researchers were left horrified.

The recording took place 20 years ago, the night before a fatal bombing, where two dead bodies were found – Jim Betterman and Robert Tanner.

A Labyrinth of Lies

A complex labyrinth of lies

Its roots dug deep in time

One leading to another

No end is seen

5 lies and another 15

Intertwined they start to grow

You can’t stop now

You should have known

They’re not so small anymore

You’re walking through a deceptive door.

And now you’re stuck in the maze

It’s left you in an eternal daze

Time and time again you lie

Now, even you don’t know why

And one day, you will pay

For there has been too much delay.

Sailing into the Sunset

Naomi lived in one of the many tribes stationed in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. It was the only world she knew. The village she lived in was surrounded by forests. Bulbous trees, as tall as towers, dug their roots deep into the fertile land. Poky shrubs sat on the foot of these trees, resting in a layer of slippery moss. These shrubs bloomed with colourful flowers that added to the scenic value of the village. Naomi’s favorite pastime during the day was to observe the lovely landscape she was surrounded by.
One day, as she engaged in her usual observational activity, barefoot on the rocky lands of the forest floor, she saw people with large guns lurking in the forests. She hid behind a tall oak tree, peering out at the coast occasionally. Suddenly, she overheard a loud sound accompanied by a series of painful, agonized screams. The village was under attack! Naomi ran towards her house only to find more invaders had usurped the area. Frightened by the deafening ring of guns, she ran in another direction before anyone noticed. Running faster than she ever had, adrenaline shot through Naomi’s body only to be drowned in waves of terror that flooded her mind. Finally, when she stopped to catch her breath as she looked around, none of the surroundings were familiar. She had left the village. It was the farthest she had ever been from home. She tried to find her way back to the village but somehow she seemed even more lost than before. She tried to think of which way she came but gave up, realizing too many twists and turns had been made along the way. What was she going to do? Suddenly, she remembered that her father had told her that another tribe had settled East of the village. She quickly headed East, hoping she was on the right path. After what seemed like days but were probably merely an hour or so she found herself walking on a dust road, she had entered the neighboring village!
Suddenly, a feeling of terrible fright and hunger left her overwhelmed.
A thousand questions flooded her mind as she thrust forward in hope that the villagers could help her.
Suddenly a bomb dropped into a field only a few yards away. Shards of wood and bits of dust mixed into a thick black cloud of smoke. The hairs on Naomi’s skin stood up as she gaped at the sight. This place was not safe. She turned around and fled before any more mishap could obstruct her way. She was on her own now. The night would fall in a couple of hours and the forest was not a safe place to stay in. She started walking straight ahead in the hope, that soon she would find a secure place to stay for the night.
Unfortunately, there was no inhabited place for miles to come, so Naomi had to make a shelter for herself. She grabbed a few broken branches from the forest bed, found a sturdy piece of ground enveloped with moss, and decided to camp there. She assembled 4 branches in a tent-like structure and covered them with a cluster of leaves. She then lined the floor with a sharp batch of stones to act as protection against the creatures that lurked in the woods.
The chilly night masked her in a blanket of cold, fright, and sleep. She soon felt drowsy and fell into a deep rest, leaving the dangers of the jungle behind.
She had a horrid dream that night that a few men from an unknown tribe had tied her hands and leg and taken her to a dark, candle-lit room. They placed her over a hearth and left the place. The peculiar place was centre to an ancient cave – dark and hollow. What they were going to do to her, she shuddered to think.
When she woke up, she found that that had been no dream! She truly had been tied and placed upon a stack of wood. Were they going to burn her?! “Help!” she began to scream but her mouth was covered by a soft hand. She looked up, her eyes embedded with fear. There, a large, old woman with kind, blue eyes stood before her. She wore an embroidered silk gown that had been dotted with emeralds. Upon her forehead was the symbol of a tribe, one unknown to Naomi. Waves of questions surged a sea of curiosity but were silenced in thoughts of terror, engulfing her mind.
As the woman talked to her assistant, she spoke in a tongue unfamiliar to Naomi. “Umm…Excuse me?” Naomi began to say but quickly quieted down when she saw that no one was listening to her. She was afraid and unsafe in this world foreign to her. Burning in the flames of confusion and quite literally about to be burnt, Naomi was vulnerable and had to escape.
So that night, after she pretended to fall asleep, the woman left the cave for a short interval. This was her moment. Naomi looked around for any sharp object she could use to cut the ropes that tied her. There was nothing within her reach. Was this it then? Was this where her journey would end? Toasted to bits in an alien place far away from home.
“Aha!” Naomi exclaimed. She still had a sharp rock in her pocket from when she was building the camp! She rocked herself violently to enable the stone to fall out of the cotton dress. Rock…Rock…Rock…There! It stumbled down onto the hearth. Naomi struggled but after a few tries was able to reach it. She held the cold slab of stone, coiling it in her fingers, and collided it with the ropes, hoping its jagged edges would cut her free. And they did!
She let loose from the ropes, stepping down onto the chilly floor as silently as she could. She tiptoed across the room making it out to the entrance/exit of the cave. She stepped forward and bumped into a large mass, she looked up. There was the old woman! They both shrieked as Naomi ducked quickly, running away as fast as she could. The woman screamed again, this time cursing in her language. This woke up the nearby guards, who now quickly approached Naomi. Naomi ran between their legs and off into the far-stretching wilderness, exhausted by her fatal experience.
She walked and walked for days to come, stopping occasionally to collect water from a nearby spring or pick a fruit from a tree. The isolated place had been a nightmare for Naomi and she had been left with cuts and wounds and mosquito bites all over herself. Despite her haggard situation, she thrust forward, covering kilometers at a time in search of her village.
It was a few days later, that she stumbled across a familiar place. This was where she would come to view the scenery. Her home was near! She let out a sigh of relief as the last drops of energy in her, helped her run as fast as she could. She couldn’t wait to see her family again, to be back in the comfort of her village. But when she reached, flames had submerged the place. There were houses burnt to ashes and fallen trees, bones of people she once knew scattered the floor. What had happened? Where was her family? Naomi could do nothing but let out a cry of hurt and pain, tiredness and loneliness and anger. She saw the ruins of her crumbling home and walked away. There she was, all alone, crying herself to sleep under the shade of the banyan tree a few metres away. All hope had left her, she just wanted to escape her reality. Away into the Land of Dreams…

When she awoke the disrupted view of flames had calmed. She knew she must get out of there. So she dragged herself out of the ruins of her village and onto the slope that would take her to the bay. She walked slowly, with no purpose of her being, no dreams to thrive on. All was lost.
Upon reaching the bay she walked onto the sand which was now cold with the evening wind. She strolled by the waters as the waves thrust between her toes. There! She stumbled past a wrecked raft, but it was still enough to carry one person safely away. Naomi’s mind raced with ideas, she no longer wanted to stay up on the grounds where her people had died. So she rushed to the nearest spring collected some water and gathered some fruits from the nearby tree. She ran to the raft pushing it over the calm sea. She stepped onto it with no clear destination in mind. She paddled away, letting destiny guide her. Sailing into the sunset…