Tuesday, 22 December 2015

December 16th, 2012

The following poem I have created is inspired by the pain and humiliation I feel upon the release of the accused juvenile in Nirbhaya Rape Case. He walked free just two days ago and with his every free step, our hopes and trust for the justice is being crushed beneath it. The poem is a way to show the downfall of humanity happened on a particular date.

December 16th, 2012
Does the date shake you well??
It was the day when she was assaulted
It was the day when we all went dead
By humanity, humility and morality
Where six stood hovering
and one laid pleading.

Talk about the brutality of the act
It can make you an instant deaf;
She fought, she tried and begged teary eyed
But no eyes were there to entertain
and no ears to tend to her pain;
If anything at all was there 
It was humanity at monstrous break
that put her life easily at stake.

Now that he walked away free
Smiling, laughing too may be;
You'd think he was the one behind the bars
But as it turns out, only if you think
It was not him who outlived the punishment
But us who were at pyre
to face the consequence so dire!
Now our dreams lay burnt
and hopes for justice lay bare
He has chewed on our bones 
And now we stand with no backbone.

Monday, 21 December 2015

New Year, Christmas and You!

With Christmas and New Year soon to stop by
Have you made any plans to party?
Friends, family or if it's just the boring you
Enjoy it till you fall to a snooze;

He does this, she does that
Why the hell would you abide by that?
It's your day, your crate
Do shake it your way;

Listen songs, have a silly dance
Get a hug or better, a long kiss;
If you smiling at this
You are sure to get one of these;

Thursday, 17 December 2015

Be humble.

Well, this I found over internet which expertly tells you to stay grounded no matter what.

“At the peak of my career, I was once travelling by plane. The passenger next to me was elderly. Dressed in a simple shirt and pant, he appeared middle class but well educated. Other passengers kept glancing at me. But this gentleman appeared unconcerned. He read his newspaper, looked out of the window, and when tea came, he sipped it quietly. Trying to strike a conversation, I smiled. The man courteously smiled back and said hello. We got talking and I brought the subject to cinema and asked, “Do you watch films?” The man replied, “Oh, very few. I did see one many years ago.” I mentioned that I worked in films myself. The man said, “Oh, that’s nice. What do you do?” I replied, “I am an actor.” The man nodded, “Oh, wonderful.” That was it. When we landed, I held out my hand and said, “It was good to travel with you. By the way, my name is Dilip Kumar.” The man shook my hand and smiled, “Thank you. I am J. R. D. Tata.” I learned, no matter how big you are, there is always someone bigger. Be humble. It costs nothing.”
– Dilip Kumar

Friday, 11 December 2015

I wish I were a man!

This morning I was having morning tea with my maid. She is lighthearted and a good-natured person. Hard working too! Probably more than you and I are. She is talkative no less than I am. So while talking through myriad of things, we finally struck our chatting chords on the humming strums of husbands, in-laws, disregard the society adorns the women with, responsibilities on her, compromises we women have to make in order to supply our homes with peace and silence along with groceries and indecent demands of others and the list goes on. I really can't list all of'em here.

My maid, let's call her G, told me about her husband's drinking habit and retching through out the house the previous night and her pregnant younger sister and her husband's reckless habits too. It was saddening to hear all of it and all over again. I empathized her visually as well as mentally. After a while while cleaning the kitchen top, she said poignantly but with a glinting hope sparkling into her eyes.

"Madam! Wouldn't it be nice if I were a man? Look at them. They can roam everywhere, get tended to with utmost respect and care despite of their penniless job, and even if they don't give a hand in sharing chores, they are adored all the time. I wish I were a man!"

I smiled at her thinking inwardly of one of my wishes flagging out of her mouth. At one or other moment, every woman must have wished the same. I said.

"G! I agree that we women have to face a little difficulty and are more prone to encounter compromises but if you think carefully, you and I are lucky to be a woman."

G was intrigued, this time cleaning the gas stove. She paused and smiled a question at me.

"Do you really want to be a man who drinks all the time, retches all over the house, shakes himself off the significant liabilities and still moves around with a pride? Do you really want to be your husband? Insensitive and ignorant?"

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

In the flow of fate.

She, Mariam, was encircled with her father, his three wives and some of their children. They sat and bore their eyes on her face while she looked upon the flowering apple tree behind her father's back, out of the window. She somehow sensed the inevitable but unpleasant was about to embark on her yet she sat with silence and patience. When one of the ladies spoke of her getting handed over to a really old man for marriage, her stomach twisted. She was just fifteen year old girl. Fifteen! And here the family, practically could be called hers but she was forbidden to do so, kept assuring her of a new golden life with that old shoemaker man. Mariam's only rescue was her father sitting across her. When she looked at him, he looked away and when she demanded him to consider such crazy idea, he admonished her and resigned to her fate. This, by all means, meant she would get married to that old man and be sent some six hundred and fifty kilometers away from where she currently sat on a big dark brown dining table with the family of her father's but not hers.

Above is paraphrased from the book I am currently reading. The way Mariam's emotions have been sewn together is very fascinating. I could feel her feelings, the twist in her stomach and those brooding healthy red apples laden on the tree. When the author mentioned apples, I involuntarily looked over to the crystal vase placed on my dining table filled with some apples and oranges. When Mariam felt the discomfort on listening to the marriage proposal, I realized how easy it is for me or anyone else to simultaneously eat a cheese sandwich and few twigs of masala twist dipped into tea which was carefully prepared with freshly ground cloves, cardamom and black pepper while somewhere in a virtual world a girl was being thrown to hell by marrying a man triple of her current age. Only the big dark brown table and the reader can be the unwanted witnesses of such morbid conversation.

A story cannot be called just a story when a reader could see its pieces happening right in front of the eyes. I can feel Mariam sitting next to me and blazing Jalil with her fire caught eyes for not speaking on her defense. I am yet to read onward but till then, Mariam is seated on the chair and praying for him to speak on her behalf, as her father.

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Find respect in your heart.

Since last few days, the media is ablazed with the news of a Muslim family for not standing up in the theater when national anthem was being played on the screen. As a punishment, the family was argued with till the point they were detained out of the hall.

I find it hard to understand the matter on focus here. The family was detained because they belong to a different religion or they showed (according to other audiences) disregard to the anthem? I guess a bit of both however I am nudged to write my views here. In a single clean shot, I believe what that muslim family did was right and what others did was utterly wrong. Why? Because...

  • National anthem does not ask for any sort of obligation. Whether you are seated or standing straight up, it will be respected if your heart respects it.
  • It's a matter of choice. Just standing and bowing at the last line does not show that you are a true patriot. 
I remember our honorable prime minister giving speech to Indians residing in USA on one of his recent political visits. At the start and as a part of ritual, the national anthem of America was played and while the citizens of USA put their right hand on their heart, our minister did not follow the same. Should he be detained right then and there? Now can you see the insanity of the pivotal point of the issue? To make my point more valid, the High Court recently declared there is no need to stand during national anthem when being played.