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Monday, December 24, 2012

We, the Rapists.

There's no nice way of saying this, so here goes - We're all responsible for the rape of women around us.

Yes. WE men and women and mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and teachers and relatives and well-wishers. We moral upstanding modern educated citizens of Indian society.

We parents who encourage a girl to like the color pink even in her crib, preferring the boy to like blue. The little girl gets anorexic barbie dolls and the little boys get guns and GI Joes.

We sisters who tie a rakhi on the wrists of our brothers, expecting them to 'protect us'.

We brothers who vow to 'protect' our sisters from all that 'evil' outside.

We mothers who lament when our daughters go out to play without sunscreen, who teach us that its ok for dad to beat us and our children to 'take the edge of their frustration with life'.

We fathers who frown if our daughters wear frocks and skirts.

We teachers & principals who impose 'dress-code' for girls to preserve their 'modesty'.

We, the 'well-wishers', who advice parents on 'how its a bad world out there, not safe anymore'.

We, the relatives, who gossip 'beti badi ho gayi hai, ab shaadi karaa do'.

We women who try so hard to please the men around us that we forget who we are.

We men who try so hard to hide the women in their houses, in their clothes, in their 'modesty' that we forget who they are.

Why is every action, every thought in our sad little worlds led by an unconscious (and sometimes conscious) need to separate men from women? Don't the women know they're different? Come on, we can see our breasts too. That does not mean we can't like blue, is it? Or that we can't see its a dangerous world out there, thanks to people doing their best to keep us apart? Putting us on a pedestal or throwing us in the whorehouse, its all the same because it means you are making us to be someone we're not. We're human. We deserve to be treated no better, and certainly no worse than you. If we're fucked without our consent, give us an iron rod teach us to fuck them back. If we're slapped, teach us to slap 'em back. If we're teased, teach us to tease them back.

Give women the dignity, the respect, the choices, the FREEDOM, that every human being deserves. Maybe then, over time, the rapes will stop.


Monday, December 17, 2012

Don't Stop

Run
Till the road runs out
Run
Till you muscles shout
Run
Your time is NOW
Run
Till you survive.

Sing
Till your voice runs dry
Sing
Till you forget the why
Sing
Till you learn life's song
Sing
To feel alive.

Dance
Till you can't think (even if you try)
Dance
Till you forget to cry
Dance
Till the music stops
Dance
Till you learn to fly.

Laugh
Till the tears fall
Laugh
Till you forget it all
Laugh
Till the bums join you
Laugh
Till you learn to smile.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

You, Me and 'Meri Tanhaayee'

When there is no one,
I hide away, I cry.
I watch the world go by,
Just me and my tanhaayee.

In a life no good,
With a simple mind
I listen to the sounds
Of a place gone mad,
It mutters, it laughs
It stutters, it gawfs
The dark side of my coin
Anonymous to reason, the why,
That's me in my tanhaayee.

They notice, they stare,
The peoples in their chair,
Scratching at theirs hair,
Watching as theys tear.
I run away, I hide,
I let the world slide by,
I let my crazy fly,
Bas... me and my tanhaayee.

Monday, January 23, 2012

The Breakup

The world lies
Awake, ajar
And love flies
Away, afar
You fear him
And loathe him
And believe him
And adore him
You watch him
Ignore him
Want him
Shore him
You walk away
Afraid. You tried.
The heart cries
Inside.