Saturday, October 29, 2011

The F-Word Storm

There comes a time in every 21st century-woman's life when she starts wondering about the F-word.
No, not that!
I mean, Feminism.
2011 is the 100th year of celebrating the International Women's Day. So I went soul-searching on the topic.Am I a feminist..And a roaring confident gurgle escaped my throat, as I snapped, "You bet, I am!"
To take an example, I had a conversation with my good friend, Mishti about it. What she thinks about Feminism.. And together managed to state 10 reasons, why we love Feminism and are proud ardent Feminists, by choice!

Though I'd say, this has been quite easy to put down, keeping in mind, the sense of discrimination and violence being surmounted upon the feminine fraternity.


1. Every evening I see a random drunk man in his forties, beat his wife and daughter at times, in the middle of the road, while the public stared at the proceedings, looking at the woman as her clothes were ripped apart,her saree being pushed to her bared thighs and blouses hanging loosely at the breasts.

2. I can feel the tension rising within me the moment my watch tickers to 7pm. Evening times are a strict NO for women to be on streets.As if, women do not have a life of their own. Every time she steps down her stairs, she has a 87% chance of getting raped,molested or sexually/verbally harassed, if a woman lives in Delhi and other such metropolitan centers.

Oh, did I mention that Sexual harassment is euphemistically called Eve-teasing in India!!!

3. Whenever I ask someone (here, a male) for technical help, he behaves as if I am from the Stone Age. Just because I am asking you about SEO doesn't mean I don't know Blogging! What is it with that "I know it all" attitude?

4. I shall always be the "bad one" in the relationship, in case it fails to work. If the guy cheats on me, he probably found someone better than me! If I found someone better than the guy, I am characterless. If the guy sleeps with another woman, I cannot satisfy him.If I find pleasure elsewhere, I am a SLUT.

5. If I write a sad poem, I have had a break-up..my cat died..I have my periods..I am fussy.
If a guy likes/writes Poetry, he's sensitive, kind and understanding.It reflects his "intellect".

6. A woman in the eyes of a metropolitan man, is a glossy, 5' 9" 38-28-40 typical who PMSes, watches Saas-Bahu melodramas, applies bright red lipstick and black nailpolish to drive men crazy and of course, instead of working, sit and make plots to find new men or bring back old flames.. (As if our bosses pay us to   watch our derriere!)

7. I am supposed to be a Rainy-sissy if I do not laugh at every sexist joke that passes around.And not react to sexist remarks..Such remarks are supposedly "friendly" in nature. Calling someone a Sexy whore, is NOT funny, ladies and gentle-men!

8. I feel sickened by the very thought that around 100million women never get to exist in this world due to female infanticide! How sick can people get really!

9. People who get a little tensed due to my affiliations to feminism, get surprised at the thought that I can Babysit, Cook,Clean the house and be domestic too. Why is that surprising? I believe every individual, man or a woman should be able to such chores effectively!

10. I love the reactions that I get when people know that I am a feminist.Some call me narrow-minded, others feel I am biased. Lets just say, I love being true to myself and my species. I am a human and a woman and I shall do my duties, as both!

For all those who do not agree, Good for you. Because, when history saw a trajectory of women suffering from social evils, malice, exploitation, identity-crisis, you did not care any more or less.
So now that we've learned to show the fist, when folded hands no longer work,
Every dog has his day.
So do the Bitches.
Why? Why twitching? If dog is an animal, so is a bitch. Why the negative connotation, dear male chauvinists?

Dear readers, leave in your comments! I'd love to know your views too!


Friday, October 28, 2011

You bring me back into Life!




Bleeding veins sang profusely
the tale of death, you were written on
I saw her cry, your mother
shouting your name, again and again.

Sighs of pain, in and out
the movements now beyond words
I look at your shape,
the only one, unstirred.

I sat with your head in my lap
herds of people crying with shocked gasps
unvalleying the grief within
They look at me with blank correspondence.

Closed eyes, beg with mortal finesse
I am not dead, not yet.
You are not, I want to say
But these are unspoken words, a writhing tempest within.

The lifeless viscosity so profound,
dubious heart, relents in a galore of thoughts
contradicting the reality, faith speaks
the mind warns of a choked concoction.

I retrieve the memories,
our laughs, the moments we held on to
How can you go away,
How can you just..Die?

My nasal chords sting
an odour of decaying flesh
stirs around the haven, now 
a rusty deserted flat.

You are being taken away,
I hold you wailing mother tight
A tear escapes nonchalantly
as I grasp your hand,that one last time.

Abeyant romance, is what remains
a destitute of life, stares within me
What happened to all the promises,
You had promised to never let go, you did.

Tonight I can write my dreams off
the framed shelves now thrown astray
flossy images of a futured past
remains like an inkling in the wind.

Close my eyes, to the darkness
looking for a light
That is when a feeble beacon 
shines your halo, a frightful sight.

Your nose still bleeds, a rough patch of blue
your eyes, a light gray, eerie as it seems
your mouth protruding, ghastly gasps resonate
I shriek with fear, as you sit beside me, with a smile.

I came to love you, I could not leave you
You held me all through my life, you hold me now too
Go away, I shouted, this cannot be true!
You are dead, you died in front of my eyes!

You looked into my eyes, hypnotic as ever
with life like I'd never seen before
Taking my hand in yours, you spoke to me
It was quarter past two, this had to be a dream!

I blinked repeatedly, and you snorted your typical laugh
made me stop abruptly, I touched your face unhurriedly.
You came close and kissed me in my lips, real as ever
I am yours Mishti, our love immortal.

I close my eyes again, twilight sparkling in my brazen eyes
You cover me up into a cloak of dreams
and I rise, above all realities of my mind
You bring me back into Life!
You bring me back into Life!!


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Being In Love


The best part about our love
is that I can love you
Without you loving me,
Our kind of love, it is.


People call me a fool,
I wish, How I wish they knew
what I find, what they lose,
Only you know and I do too.


Being in love with you,
is what I can selfishly do,
without the veil of the blind
we have our own world to seek


One day, you'll know
know what I mean to you
till then, I just sit right here, writing this
wishing you'd know how much you mean to me!


Definitions




Splotch the boundaries, you make your mark
You, humane of all, cut me apart
and strike again one by one,
I shall wait and watch, only till I choose not to harm.

Definitions were made to clarify
not to obtruse the meaning of my genesis.
Blemishes hound my naked being
as you write down your names on my abreasted soul.

You take me for granted, a silent listener
But behold your thoughts my friend, you have only seen my love.
Defining Love, Friendship, into blotches of convenience
Nature has become a mere background to your creations.

I shall speak one fine day
And that day shall see your end,
Don't take a warning, shed your definitions
Love as much and cry if you must
Let Me take my own course.
If you still shall tighten your fist,
your fingers shall turn brittle,in a matter of time.
Don't resist my love, or acquaint my hate too often.