Saturday, December 29, 2012

It could have been me!


"Meri zindagi ko raundh kar agar woh sab zinda hain toh yeh iss desh ki har aurat ka balaatkaar hua..."

I don't think we, as a nation, have ever been slapped so hard on the face. My soul has been raped today, and these scars will never fade. I feel sick to my stomach and there is no cure. I am helpless and ashamed, and don't know if there is a way to channelize this anger to make things better in any way.

I know this ain't the only case in India, and hundreds of women are raped and murdered on monthly basis. 90% of cases don't get any media attention and therefore, remain under covers. The ones that come out in open are often forgotten over time due to lack of speedy trial or absence of societal support.

Today, I write this not as the so-called socially conscious literate strata of the country, but as a woman who is still somewhere proud to be an Indian, and all she asks for in return for this love is the rightful, dignified life in any part of India. 

I have been fortunate enough to travel the world and interact with men and women of other countries, cultures, religions, nationalities, and classes of societies. The major difference between our “third world” and “developing” country and the West is not the scientific advancements or progressive mindset of people, but the lack of basic respect and right to live a dignified life for half of our population. Irony is that men of our nation pray to deities and goddesses, but disrespect and harass women around them. Our conscience is dead and until this prevails, there is only one direction we are headed to – doom.

And God? Is there any? The basic premise of religion is that no evil happens to people who are good to others. Then how do we explain all the crime against women...girl children are not spared even in the womb. It can’t be all Karma, right? There are unanswered questions and broken thoughts that would never find answers, and I don’t think I even want to try now.

I couldn’t control my tears today, and I know I will too, eventually, forget this incident. But with Amanat’s death, a part of me has died too, and I know it can never be revived! 

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

How do "I DO"?

I have heard good things about you, from not one but many. You are known to bring sweet surprises to the people who trust in you. My mom loves you, and my family can't stop bragging about their adulation for you. You always come to rescue to people who are looking for their share of happiness, and you haven't messed up as much as your counterparts, so you do have a history of success. You provide options and help people pick the best for them.

So how come I just cannot bring myself to open up to you. I have tried convincing myself but it hasn’t worked…petrifying myself with the plausible hitches that my life could face for not even trying to explore you, but of no use. Is it just me who doesn't get it? I think I have no hope!

Arranged Marriage, I dread you, like seriously! Will we ever become friends?


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

A Grown-Up Child


He is a dreamer and teaser
A dancer and a dapper
Happy lucky goer
With stupid sense of humor…

He loves to show-off
Strong yet soft
Exclusively entertaining
With stories fascinating…

He is the new drama queen
Competing our Bollywood king
Funny and mean
Almost a kid with a grin…

He is irritatingly naughty
A spoilt Marathi
Who converted a tired evening
To a fun weekend before leaving!

P.S.: Dedicated to the this llil boy who made us laugh so much over the weekend. 

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

The year that was...
…of new promises and of positive beginnings
…of some unfulfilled dreams and of some harsh realities
…of broken hearts and of unwarranted wishes
…of new experiences and of old reunions
…of finding the child within and of simultaneously growing mature
…of novel teachings and of breaking fallacies
…of falling tears and of getting stronger
…of introspections and of finding answers from others
…of reinforcing old beliefs and of learning to unlearn
…of getting lost in the crowd and of discovering self in solitude
…of ignoring others and of getting ignored
…of cheerful songs and fancy moves, and of sad heartbroken tunes
…of getting drunk and losing myself, and then reflecting on it some more
…of losing friends and of gaining sanity
…of ‘hating it all’ and of achieving the wisdom of loving myself
…of weak moments and then coming out stronger
…of darkness and depression, and of gleam of sunshine
…of letting it go and of hopes for a happier tomorrow


Dedicated to everyone I met, left behind, and reunited with; to 2011 that went by!