Tuesday 30 July 2013

The female story.

Yes. I am an Indian. An Indian living in India that is.
It goes without saying what a great nation it is and the many many good things that make it so. Essays , odes and books have been written about it. I might pick up the topic of how our originally  progressive and open society came to be bound by shackles of unreasonable social norms ( for god's sake the authors of kamasutra and some very passionate love stories  were infact Indians.) But that is for another time.
Here today i want to talk about something that troubles me so deeply as to wipe out the lovey dovey feelings i have for my country for the time being.
I am not talking from my fairytale land here. Its real. oh-so-very-real.
Rape.
It happens.
Not just in India.
Like any other crime its a worldwide occurence. And I am not talking about marital rape here. I guess that is not even considered a crime. It's a given. Girl marries boy. Boy provides financial security (never mind having to explain every penny spent ) social security (oh yes . by virtue of being married a female is considered respectable) . although rarely any emotional fulfillment. Inturn girl becomes the housekeeper and ofcourse provides the sex. (not necessarily willingly but dont you see that was the arrangement they signed up for)
Pardon my cynicism. But that is the reality for 80 ...make that 95 percent of the populace. Most of them are so conditioned (read: numbed) by the system that they dont even realise what their life has become.Or may be they know that in acceptable societal ways there is no other option. Even suicide is justiciable (ofcourse if not successful).
But here I was trying to talk about random crimes against women.
My point is how -in what universe- can you justify the ostracisation  of the girl (the victim that is) and her family to the point that if unmarried the girl sort of loses the prospect of ever getting married (in a place where marriage is considered the sole purpose of a girls life) while the perpetrator of the crime faces no such dilemma . If acquitted or on completion of sentence if indicted  he can go on with his life. he is the man after all ( some man!)
I read an editorial sometime back in a leading newspaper where in a case of mass gang rape in a village , the village eople decided to report only the rapes of married females and not the unmarried ones. You get my point right ?
Just another thought. Can someone please explain the - I beat my wife because I had to- or- I beat my wife because i love her so much and I am entitled to treat her whatever way my love directs me to.
How can a person consider himself a MAN after this?
I have been born into an educated family . So i havent had to deal with such crap but it is very real and its all around us.
So I was curious . Does anyone really claim to have a rational explanation for all this?

Sunday 21 July 2013

CONFOUNDED!

The mystery still eludes me
Though a few answers are beginning to show
Been Waiting for my own epic
The hackneyed could never placate the woe 

At the core of the flame lies serenity 
You've to live through the heat for the understanding to dawn 
The calm of the ocean allures 
Bt your faith makes you fight for it with all your gusto and brawn 

The wind whispering to the night 
Has all the secrets revealed 
Eavesdropping is not the key
Winning over their trust has to be the lead

For when it touches the heart
Satan is torn asunder
Angels align , the eyes can gaze into the very soul
and to love they surrender

Wednesday 10 July 2013

Need to rediscover!

 all my life i hav lived by a predictated protocol , hav had preconcieved notions abt evrythng. lik livin by a rulebook or smthn.but time has broken all of my convictions n i cannot be grateful enuuf for tht . its just so.........liberating! its only wen u lose all your fundas that u realise wt a burdn they really were! they bind u, limit u...they are the shackles that u dont even realise you're wearing.
someone said travelling is the best form of education. i agree really! not only coz it sounds good, feels posh n u can upload its pics on fcbk bt coz it provides u with the real education ( hail pink floyd!!! ) abt lif abt ppl. it broadens ur platform of thinkin makes u stop judgin (if it dsnt dude! u r in serious need of help!!! ) ....catapults you to a whole new level of being....appreciate each moment for what it is ( aint that wt ART f livin s all abt....we dn hav to worry abt the SCIENCE f livin v were born with it.... :). helps u expand ur horizonsn take a flight ,unclip ur wings. makes you embrace  points of view different frm ur own , be flexible, gives u an oppurtunity to respect ppl for what they are irrespective of hw different they are frm u.you see life . existence packaged in different envelops smtims evn gift wrapped.
ya i hope to understand the mechanics of the universe ......i hope to travel the world.....i hope to make a dent in history ......i hope to unravel the mysteries of life.......i believe i am doin my bit to turn the earth, flowing my energies into the channel of the universe.....i could do a lot more i know. i have my human failings. i need to learn to have more faith. afterall faith it is that makes the world go round  ( although money , fame and power have proved to be pretty good motivations as well ;)
CONTINUES....


this is something that I wrote a LOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGGG time ago though I'm posting it now. Reading it at this point just further underscores what i meant when i said that I've forgotten who I am or was.
I have to muster up enough courage to rediscover my world ....my life. My life when the world used to be my bitch.

Wednesday 3 July 2013

The Bridges.

 I am in love
dont take his name , it s almost too sacred
taking my chances , pulling a bluff
mounds of emotion yet tipping it off with hatred


you fight it , and it tickles you
you embrace it , and it dodges you
try to get over it, and it looks at you
with the compelling eyes of one born new


there was no right or wrong, there never is
feel the magic , find your long lost soul
never was yours to claim, lost in a devil's eyes and an angel's kiss
overanalyse it and you lose the whole


that one moment when you
live and you die and then get born again
it has the power to transcend you
to a level unattainable merely by virtue of being humane


YET there IS one gift it doesnt grant me

FORGIVENESS

Monday 1 July 2013

A different kind of love!

He walks in with a swagger
Places his bet , generous with the tips
His reinforced boot with a dagger
A lazy smile flirting with his lips

Arrogant to his last bone
Aware she is behind the curtain
His eyes beckoning , a single malt moan
The rustling of silk makes him certain

Embers of their last game still warm
The dealer rolls the dice
Rekindling the fire under pretext of charm
It is the intention , not the act, that's a vice

In the blink of an eye, bullets start to rain
The haze didn't let their eyes meet
Having lived, desire warming their every vein
The poisoned kiss rendered useless by the infernal heat