Sunday 2 December 2018

Anxious - 1

Desperate evenings like these
Bring along the necessity
Of reassurance
The need to sit down with a colouring book
And draw a road
Getting lost in the distance.
That road which leads to
A quieter childhood
And softer winters
One needs peace to draw a blue sky
Or a green field
Or a small house.
A house with a little child
With crayons strewn on the floor.
Colouring her anxieties away.

Monday 12 November 2018

Back to the Basics, Please!


The newspapers hailed it as a landmark verdict. Most of the population on social media praised the progressive judgement given by the Supreme Court but upon implementation, the lift of ban on women entering the Sabarimala Temple faced major criticism in Kerala. Kerala has the highest literacy rate among all the states in our country. 

There were protest marches where thousands of women walked in demonstration of their support of the ban on women entering the temple. They were claiming themselves to be devotees of Lord Aiyappa. They were marching because they believed that they were unworthy of entering his holy shrine.

This was happening right before Durga Puja when one of my friends was telling me how she was not going to be able to take part in the rituals of ‘anjali’ and ‘baron’ during Puja because she was going to get her ‘chums’. My friend is a post-graduate on Women’s Rights and Gender Studies. 

Irony died several slow deaths as I sat reading about the Sabarimala verdict.

I read articles on how the issue was being politicized. I read a gazillion tweets about a stupid comment by Smriti Irani. I even read up all information available on the internet about the mythological references of Aiyappa and Sabarimala legacy but nobody was talking about why and how was all rationale failing when it came to blind faith.

There are three points to be noted here.

Highest literacy rate which means prevalence of education could not save Kerala from understanding that the judgement passed by the apex court was in line with the fundamental right given to all citizens of this country - that nobody can be discriminated against, based on caste, creed, religion, gender or identity of any sort. People failed to accept and understand the necessity of a broader mind set which we take to be default result of acquiring education.

Women, who have been oppressed for generations and have been denied freedom and respect because they menstruate, a necessary natural process, could not think of themselves beyond the social customs and beliefs instilled in them. They failed to recognize themselves as human beings first and not sexual objects inspite of facing the resultant disrespect throughout their lives in some form or the other.

An educated, independent, young woman such as my friend still believed that menstruation is ‘dirty’, ‘unholy ’ and 'impure'. She consciously decided not to participate in Durga Puja because she had never been taught, as a woman, to think of herself as a complete individual with a sense of self-respect and ownership of her mind and body. Even her degree in Women’s Rights could not make her stand up against such regressive customs; sadly could not even create the consciousness in her.

As inexplicably bizarre as it may sound all the above points are the direct result of us believing women to be the lesser kind.  

I love it how we keep talking about empowering women without making them understand what empowerment actually means. We equate empowerment with jobs, academic excellence, social status but never with self-respect; never with women having full consciousness of their mind and their body.

Let’s please start at the basic now. Let us please teach our daughters that they are not impure for having a natural physiological process that involves blood coming out of their genitals. Let us please teach them that it is not shameful to accidentally get a stain on their dresses; that they don’t have to hide it from their brothers, fathers, male friends or colleagues when they are getting period cramps. No amount of education or professional achievement will have truly empowered women if we don’t stop all regressive practices related to the woman’s body and not break the fake concept of purity right at our homes. Let us please teach the coming generation of women to first respect themselves because if we are raising our women to think of themselves to be second class citizens then whatever we might do, we will not have progressed as a nation.  


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Friday 20 July 2018

Happy

To imagine that there are people lonelier than me. To think that there are people who do not choose their loneliness. It is sad.

Sad is such a small word. At times it simply fails to capture the magnitude of the heartbreaking numbness that comes with the feeling. But probably that is the idea. The idea is to not let anyone know through big words or probably the idea is to stay quiet.

To imagine that there are people quieter than me. Who do not even think of saying 'hello' to strangers the way I wish to do.

Wish is such a strange word. The world revolves around wishes. We wish for things, for moments, for people and all we ever achieve are failures. We still keep wishing.

Probably someday we'll be replacing the word 'wish' with 'hope'. Probably someday we will learn to hope for the right things.

Like, I'll start hoping for a less lonelier room. Instead of looking for my place with anyone who seems to have even a little bit of gap. Possibly I'll look for a person, who like me, hopes to find a hand to hold. Because human touch releases 'serotonin' in our brains. Serotonin is a happy hormone.

Happy is such a light word. One could probably replace all the helium in the world - in balloons, in the atmosphere and even in the Sun - with happy. The Sun probably would shine brighter if it had a little bit of happy and possibly would have lived a little longer. Like all of us.



Tuesday 30 January 2018

To a Friend

Let's share a coffee someday
Ideally in a quaint little town
Where faces will be just faces
Words merely passing.
They will not bring back death
Of everything once held close.
Let's find a favourite corner
By a small little window that
Neither brings light or hope
And share a coffee.
Coffee that tastes of your numbness
A little salty, to be honest.
I will not ask. You don't have to say.
In between cappuccinos and insignias
Not much will be left anyway
The pain will however be more human
Not bearable. Just human.
With eyes and ears and nose and tongue
And a coffee in her hand.
Your pain will be sitting right across you
Holding a cup of coffee in her hand.

Two People

Two people are walking around
A town they call home.
Two people who have been to
Too many other places.
Two people who have met too many
Other people, are walking around
Streets that smell of childhood.
They are talking about
Angry fathers
And distant families.
Of songs that are sad
And of songs that are happy.
Of past and future.
Tense.
It's past midnight
And two people are walking
Towards and away from each other.