Friday, July 7, 2017

The Best of Both Worlds

She is beautiful as she is
With a mind and soul of a tree,
Having a battered trunk
Scarred by the past.
But her brawny roots
Still holding her up,
Helping her reach higher,
Growing leaves afresh.

She is beautiful as she is
With a heart of a bird,
Having mighty wings
Daring to take the leap,
Dreaming of soaring
In the unexplored sky.
She is the best of both worlds.

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Sunday, May 21, 2017

The Choice




















As I look at the old photographs,
I reminise about the rocky beaches of Mangalore.
The desire to visit again reminded
How intriguing they were to me
How I could look for hours at
The water gleaming in sunlight
And the beautifully highlighted ripples,
The giant waves splashing on the rocks
And receding back, diminishing,
Becoming a part of the sea again
Swaying the gullible sand
But barely affecting the rocks.

I wondered as I reflected back
How those beaches portrayed life!
When the wave of problems hits hard,
How we can choose
To either be the gullible sand
Or the sturdy rock.
This choice is crucial
We can either lose ourselves, our identity
Or stand our ground and face them
We can either run away
Or face them head on!



There's no guarantee you'll win,
But if you're the rock
You'll be sculpted over time
You'll acquire a new shape
A new form, more beautiful
Making you a better version of you.
But as sand, you'll just remain
Plain as you were before.
Fear would make you lose
The most important thing of all
Your identity will never be the same
The choice is yours...
Either leave fear,
Or leave yourself.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Dear 2014

Dear 2014,
When you arrived at my doorstep, I thought that you'd bring great gifts for me. You gave me nicely wrapped gift and I was allured by their appearance at first. But gradually when I started opening them up one by one, I found that you wrapped shocking surprises in them, some were totally unexpected. Yes, I cannot say that all of them were bad, but the good ones were just too less. Whenever I look back, I find more sorrows and less joys. You brought me more of downs and less of ups and all this while I've hated you for what you did.

But today, while I was again looking back and cringing at all those memories, a sudden thought struck me. Whenever anything bad happened to me this year, may it be my operation or my results or the fights I had or whatever, you also gave me the strength to fight with them. Like, in February, when suddenly a cyst was detected in body, not a normal one, but a really large one and the pain was killing me and I couldn't do anything about it, you gave me the strength in the form of those homeopathic medicines. It worked like a miracle in just 24 hours. But that was just the starting, in March, on the day of hopi, the pain resurfaced again and this time it doubled and tripled and my body became so weak that I couldn't even digest whatever I ate. The cyst became larger and it started to become gangrenous and it was fatal as the doc told and an emergency operation had to be performed just on the next day! My mom lost it, everybody around me was scared and tensed, but I don't know what gave me the strength, I am that one person who cringes at the name of wounds and cuts and operation and stitches, but not this time, my nurses were more nervous than I was. Ana that was the end of it, that was the end of the pain. Yes, I had stitches but the pain wasn't life taking. Everybody appreciated my bravery and I loved it! Thank you, You changed me! The operation also made my studies suffer and I had 0% idea of what my course was before the internals. But there again, you gave me the peace of mind and decision making ability, so that I could prepare enough to score 7.5 SGPA. It was a big deal, Seriously!

Yes, I hated you before but I now don't, I love you more than I love the years that gave me the happiest moments of my life, because you taught me the lessons that will always help me in future. You made me understand the strength of endurance, faith, courage, trust and positivity. Also, I finally know that whatever happens is for my own good, so never lose hope and always have faith because something good is always coming your way.



Yours Sincerely,
A.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Maybe "we" are the problem

These days women empowerment has become the new hype. Everyday my Facebook TL is filled with feminist posts. Most of them talking about how women are deprived of their freedom, how they are constantly judged on their appearance and their choices, how men look at them as inferior beings and try to dominate them both physically and mentally, etc., etc. and I admit that I too have shared a lot many of them because, I too want a change in this orthodox outlook that people have. 

Generally while talking about this issue most people declare the male population to be the culprits. Infact, most of the posts I've read are targeted at the male population (actually almost all the posts are targeted only at them). We call ours a Male Dominated Society. How did it come into existence? Isn't making woman a symbol of tenderness and man a symbol of strength a reason for it? Because, clearly when given a choice, women chose to be tender and not strong, they chose not to be equal. Then how are only men responsible for this condition? There are some very popular phrases that women use while discussing the atrocities on women like, "All men are dogs/pigs", "It's a male dominated society", "It's all because of male chauvinism". There is this another very popular phrase that my mom uses 'Aurat hi aurat ki dushman hoti hai' (a woman is another woman's enemy) and I find it very true.

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All of us have seen those saas-bahu drama daily soaps. Did you ever wonder why those serials portray a woman in negative role, trying to spoil the lead female character's life? The bitter truth behind it being the female mentality.  Men don't tend to be interested in other person's life, but women do. We are jealous creatures and cannot digest other person's happiness or victory." And it seems apt to me. If we talk psychologically, I've always felt that women are more judgmental than men.

Have you watched Gumrah or Heroes? I don't know about the other crime shows but in many episodes of Gumrah and even of Heroes. They've shown how a woman manipulates her children or husband or both to think in a particular way about a girl on the basis of her clothes or on the basis of her company or her past or anything that she doesn't approve of. This is one of the main reasons rapists and molesters feel they have a chance with a girl. as they say, Not just the rapist but the whole society is the reason why rapes happen and society includes women too.

Dear Girls, let's do some simple calculations now, let's go down our memory lane and think of these common day to day incidences:

1. Living in a building or a colony or society you may have found people judging a girl on her dressing sense or on the time she return home or on how many guys she hangs out with and maybe even heard stories of her intimate moments with her boyfriend (trust me I have). Now calculate the number of times you heard them from an aunty and the times you heard them from an uncle.

2. You've surely received complement on your looks, dress, features, etc. (Because you are so fabulous darling!) You may have also received some tips and maybe some harsh comments too. Right? I bet almost all of them were from the aunties and the girlies in your friend circle. (You may have even heard "pata hai falane falane ne tere looks ke baare me kya bola?") and they will be like:

                               
3. Just imagine yourself in your friend circle, just hanging out casually when suddenly a girl passes by, wearing a small dress with a lot of makeup. The boy's will comment on her with adjectives like patakha, hot, sexy, etc. but a girl may even call her a slut out of jealousy or maybe just sheer judgement of the length of the dress. But, this comment will only be made by a girl, not a boy, in any case. What does it tell us?

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4. We all hear a lot many rumors, even about ourselves. Now just calculate the number of rumors you have heard in your life. How many of them were targeted on a girl and how many on a boy? Certainly the larger number would be for a girl. Now remember the people who told you about them. Well, in my case I found that most of the rumors were made up and almost all of them were delivered to me by a girl, even the boys' ones. I have even met girls who make rumors about themselves and girls who just take a simple commentary about their personality as insult. But, never a boy.

After being in all such situations, I've become pretty sure that it's the women population that has discovered the parameters of measuring beauty and maybe invented those fabulous fairness creams because those  desi nuskhes we receive every other day were just not enough. These judgments just don't end here, They'll even judge you if you are too ambitious because according to them the role of a girl is only to get married and have children and make rotis. Get married before turning 28 or they will automatically assume that you are not marriage material. Also, if you are a loud mouth then your mom must have told you to shut up like a zillion times now because your mother in law wouldn't approve of it, nor any other woman in that house. Why are you never told that the father in law won't like it? Or why aren't you given such advices by dad? Well, there's a reason to everything.

Okay, Enough talk about others, now analyse yourself. Admit it, We all are culprits of judging other girls, sharing others' secrets, spreading rumors, finding double meanings in someone's innocent reply, etc. etc. I know we all are. No one can say the their hands are clean. You see, it's in our basic nature. There is a reason why Mean Girls was such a big hit and is one of our all time favorite movie. We are made like that. We tend to do it, But it's not like we survive on it, right? We can reduce it or maybe even stop it.

I'm not saying that only girls are responsible for the condition of women in society, I am no one to say that. Neither I'm an expert nor I have done any kind of research or survey on this, I'm just saying it out of sheer experiences. Maybe some of these experiences only happen to a small town girl like me, but in the end these do happen and we need to think about them, talk about them.

There was a time when feminists were ridiculed and it seemed like a bad tag to people for being called a feminist and this still goes on. It's time we change our perspective about feminism. Anyone who wants "Equality" for women is a feminist and it's time we stop blaming just the guys and try to bring a change ourselves, in the mentality of other and in our own mentality too. As Gandhiji said "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." Write, share and read feminist posts, whatever suits you. Spread the word. Know what being a feminist truly means and be one too. Only then we can strive towards a healthier society.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Less of Raksha, More of a Bandhan

I remember this one time when Friendship day and Rakshabandhan fell really close to each other, maybe on the same date and whenever I wanted to tie a friendship band to a guy, they would ask me whether it's a friendship band or a rakhi and I could do nothing but give them a puzzled look because I wasn't really aware of the fact that girls would actually forcefully tie rakhis to boys. So their idea is, buy loads and loads of Rakhis just to have loads and loads of brothers who would give you loads and loads of gifts PLUS lesser boys to flirt with you/ talk about you in "wrong way"? Isn't this all LIKE WOW!??! So maybe we all should carry a bagful of rakhis and tie it to every guy we see looking at us with their "gandi nazar". Oh wait! That's what someone said during the Delhi Rape Case right? I don't remember who that was but I apologise for copying his idea because it's just too awesome only!

But my bad! When I first heard of this concept, I thought it's the silliest thing on Earth to do. I thought how can forcefully tying a rakhi to some boy's wrist save you? And even if it does what will you get by forcefully creating a brother for yourself who doesn't even feel brotherly protective for you? If this is a good idea then even guys can bring mangalsutra and forcefully tie them in your neck because they love you. That's equally sensible enough. Then why isn't this allowed?

By the way do you guys know why we celebrate Rakshabandhan? Ever heard that song "bhaiyya mere rakhi ke bandhan ko nibhana"? And yes it was even in out text books in primary classes if you remember. No? Let me remind you then, Rakshabandhan is a festival to celebrate the bond between a sister and a brother. The never-made-but-always-kept-promises of a brother to his sister that he would always protect her. And a rakhi is a symbol of this promise and sister ties it on the hand of brother so that it keeps reminding him of his promise to her. Rakshabandhan also has it's historic significance, try googling it if you like.

In simple words Raksha= protective and Bandhan= bond of love. But for some people Rakshabandhan= Protecting yourself from boys by creating a "bandhan" for them than doing something sensible about the situation. In this process girls also make sure they are getting more gifts. If you ask me, Whoever started this tradition of giving gifts to sisters is a hero for girls! Not for me because I don't have a brother. I had a few rakhi brothers but then gradually they lost their brotherly spirit because they got busy with their studies and competitives and then who has the time these days? Everyone is busy with their own lives, no one has the time to think about others and that's what happened to them too. I don't blame them for it. It was a great experience to have someone to care for me and bring me gifts on rakhi. It felt great. But I didn't force them to be my brother it was a mutual feeling.



People need to understand that they can't force relations on people. I seriously pity those people who are busy making joke of this lovely relation. I don't even have a brother and ask me how it feels when all my friends are busy at their homes celebrating this awesome festival and me and my family celebrate it on our own. In years, I haven't seen my bua tying rakhi on dad's wrist because we live far away from our family. I hear mom telling my dad that she cried during the speech by a girl in school on the importance of Rakshabandhan because she doesn't get to tie the rakhi she buys for her brother. I don't know all those feelings but I know that sometimes I really wish I had a brother. And then there are people in India who are popular, people love them, sometimes even worship them and they set a very bad example for the society by giving pathetic ideas like "jo bhi apko gandi nazar se dekhe use rakhi bandh do"

But there are some people who set a fabulous example on this occassion. You might have seen pictures in which ladies and girls are tying rakhi on the wrists of soldiers or other people in powere, people who work day and night to protect us. These people earn their rakhi. You can even see the joy in their eyes and sometimes even on their faces when their work is being appreciated like that. Isn't seeing people being happy about the rakhi better than seeing people cry about it?



Every year I tie the rakhis to dad that my buas send and last year mom even bought extra rakhis. One I ties on dad's hand and one on my sister's, she did the same. Because, these are two people in the world I know will always protect me and that's what's the spirit of Rakshabandhan is all about.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

अँधेरा

रात के अँधेरे में एक आहट सुनाई  देती 
एक आहट जो मुझे डरा देती है

अँधेरे से डर तो हमेशा ही लगता था
अँधेरे में जाने से दिल डरता था 

पर अब ये डर थोडा बढ़ गया है 
डर की वजह भी बढ़ गयी है 

मैं सुबह का इंतज़ार करती हूँ 
रात भर सोने से डरती हूँ

सवेरा तो आ जाता है 
पर सुबह नहीं आती है 

अँधेरा चला जाता है 
पर वापिस भी आता  है 

कब आयेगा वो दिन
जब मुझे रात की चिंता न होगी?

कब आयेगा वो सवेरा
जब रात को वो आहट न होगी?

जब किया मैंने ये सवाल
सबने कहा यही रहेगा हाल 

तुम्हे ये सब सेहना ही होगा
ये कड़वा घूँट पीना ही होगा 

नहीं बदलेगा ये कभी 
रहेगा सबकुछ वही का वही 

ये नहीं है सिर्फ मेरा सवाल
फिर क्यों नहीं बदलता हाल?

हैं हम सभी इसके शिकार 
फिर क्यूँ मान जाते हैं सब हार?

डर के जीने से आखिर किसका हुआ भला ?
क्यूँ तू  खुद के लिए अकेले न चला?

तू अकेले कदम  तो बढ़ा 
फिर देख कैसे पूरा देश पीछे होगा खड़ा 

हमें ये अँधेरा मिटाना ही होगा
एक नया सवेरा लाना ही होगा 

Monday, December 17, 2012

A Poetic Conversation

It all started with one of my tweets and became a small chain of a beautiful conversation with @Rane_Shradha. Here is our Conversation. A is me and R is shradha :)

A:The silence spoke to me~ In the sleepless night~ Wisest words I ever heard~ Everything true and right.

R: I've come in fresh-turned :: blue sky beneath me :: and the underworld hurrying toward dawn .

A: In this chaotic world:: Full of Crime:: Peace is the divinity:: Peace is sublime

R: Inside their songs as they're pulled to the sky :: I no longer know my own name.

A: Somethings above me, Somethings below :: Making me stay attached to my strings

R: Push back the sky until it can never be reached :: my infinity is visible in clouds.

A: I try to touch the sky:: Touch Infinity:: I close my eyes:: Infinity within me.


Micro Poetry-2

Another set of poetry from twitter. Enjoy.

A Hug and A Kiss

Wrap me in your hug
So warm so cosy. 
Make me stop the talk,
Locking your lips on mine.

I'll Be..
Show to me
The deep dark place
You hide within
I'll be the light

Oasis

You were the oasis to me
A rescue when i needed one
Like a shady tree
Cooling me under the harshest sun.

Wrinkles

Wrinkles grew deep
So did the love
Hands in hands they walked, sharing the warmth
No need of a glove

Why?

He looked above
He watched the sky
Thinking about his life
Fading colors, asking why?

Micro Poetry-1

I wrote some micro poetry on my twitter and here are some of them. Have a look

Shades of Grey

The shades of grey from past
Grow darker as I keep remembering them. 
Reminding me that they existed 
More and more each day.

Punishment

The words have got jumbled up now
I don't remember the exact
But you once said I Love You
I believed you, And today is a punishment.

Silence

The silence spoke to me
In the sleepless night
Wisest words I ever heard
Everything true and right.

Inspiration Is everywhere
I little patch of greenery,
A streak of light,
A hazy Rainbow seen,
Enough to brighten up a life.

A Perfect Meal

A perfect breakfast/lunch/dinner would be,
A meal cooked together,
Sharing it on the same plate
With lots of laughter.