These women, they need to be disciplined.
This one was seen riding a bike with a guy,
Who was neither her husband nor her brother!
That one went around wearing not-so-nice dresses,
That too at twelve in the night!
A tight slap or two for one,
Well enough to make them dress modestly
And not get too friendly with unrelated men.
More dangerous than all these is,
That one - the unfaithful wife!
She deserves nothing less than a slit throat.
And comrades, this is not the end,
Let's take the flaming torch of morality
Through every street and lane
To scorch temptation and desire,
From the minds of every erring female.
To protect, praise and glorify
All the crusaders of male ego.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Justice
The queen sat on the high throne
The court was ready for the day's proceedings
There was a vacant look in the victim's eyes
As she stood there, pleading for justice.
The queen used her most benevolent voice
Rape, we think is a serious crime
We encourage women who come and report this.
Here, 500 gold coins for your courage.
And then, they promised her gold coins
For all the lewd questions she has to answer
For each horrid detail that she will describe
A coin for each scar on her body.
And a few more if you are a minor.
The jingle-jangle of gold coins,
To wash away the pain, the hurt,
To sooth the battered soul.
And thus they go on,
Fixing an amount to each of your sufferings.
In this land of indifferent rulers,
and ultra rich gods,
Gleaming gold coins account for everything,
Dignity, self-respect and even lives,
of very much dispensable human beings-
The common man, aam aadmi, the mango people.
The court was ready for the day's proceedings
There was a vacant look in the victim's eyes
As she stood there, pleading for justice.
The queen used her most benevolent voice
Rape, we think is a serious crime
We encourage women who come and report this.
Here, 500 gold coins for your courage.
And then, they promised her gold coins
For all the lewd questions she has to answer
For each horrid detail that she will describe
A coin for each scar on her body.
And a few more if you are a minor.
The jingle-jangle of gold coins,
To wash away the pain, the hurt,
To sooth the battered soul.
And thus they go on,
Fixing an amount to each of your sufferings.
In this land of indifferent rulers,
and ultra rich gods,
Gleaming gold coins account for everything,
Dignity, self-respect and even lives,
of very much dispensable human beings-
The common man, aam aadmi, the mango people.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
അങ്ങനെ ഒരു ദിവസം....
ഇടവ മാസത്തിലെ രേവതി നാള്. ഈ ഭൂമിയില് അവതിരിച്ച സു(?)ദിനം... അതിരാവിലെ 8 മണിക്ക് എണീറ്റപ്പോള് ഇന്നലെ ചെറുതായിട്ട് ഉണ്ടായിരുന്ന പനി കുറച് കൂടിയിട്ടുണ്ട്. കൂടെ നല്ല ചുമ. മൊബൈല് എടുത്തു നോക്കിയപ്പോ അച്ഛന്റെ മിസ്സ് കാള്. വിളിച്ചപ്പോ പിറന്നാള് ആശംസകള്. അച്ഛന് രാവിലെ എണീറ്റ് കുളിച് അമ്ബലത്തില് പോയി മകള്ക്ക് നല്ല ബുദ്ധി ഒക്കെ തോന്നാന് പ്രാര്ത്ഥിച് വന്നിട്ടുണ്ട്. ഉച്ച ആയിട്ടും പനിക്ക് വല്ല്യ കുറവൊന്നും ഇല്ല. പിറന്നാള് പ്രമാണിച് നല്ല ഫുഡ് വല്ലോം കഴിക്കാന് പുറത്തു പൊയ്കളയാം എന്ന പ്രതീക്ഷയും അതോടെ തീര്ന്നു. ഒരു ഉറക്കം കൂടെ കഴിഞ്ഞു ബോര് അടിച്ചു ഇരിക്കുമ്പോ വല്ലതും വായിക്കാം എന്ന് കരുതി അടുത്തിരുന്ന പുസ്തകം എടുത്തു തുറന്നു "ഡല്ഹി എ നോവല് ബൈ ഖുശ്വന്ത് സിംഗ്" നല്ല ഐശ്വര്യം ആയിട്ട് വായിക്കാന് പറ്റിയ പുസ്തകം! പിന്നെ കുറെ ഫ്രണ്ട്സ് ഒക്കെ വിളിച്ചു. അങ്ങനെ അങ്ങനെ ഒരു ദിവസം. അങ്ങനെ അതി ഗംഭിരമായ പിറന്നാള് ആഘോഷങ്ങല്ടെ അവസാനം നടത്തിയ എസ്എംഎസ് അവലോകനം "വാട്ട് എവെര് യു ഡു, അറ്റ് ദി ഏന്ഡ് ഓഫ് ദി ഡേ ഇറ്റ്സ്് ലൈക് ലൈഫ് സക്സ് ബിഗ് ടൈം!"
ഇത്രേം നല്ല പിറന്നാളുകള് ജീവിതത്തില് ഇടക്കിടക്ക് ഉണ്ടാവണേ ഈശ്വരാ .........
ഇത്രേം നല്ല പിറന്നാളുകള് ജീവിതത്തില് ഇടക്കിടക്ക് ഉണ്ടാവണേ ഈശ്വരാ .........
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Ghosts of Newyear Past
New Year 2005
- St.Xavier's College Ahmedabad
Joy of new year dampened by the tsunami tragedy. Chilly winter, Mid night mass, countdown and cheering, cake and wine, long queue for midnight phone calls, joy of new formed friendships
New Year 2006
- College Hostel, Palakkad
Not much of a celebration. In the middle of the night, there was a short circuit somewhere and we all had to run out of the hostel. Adding some spark to the new year!
New Year 2007
- Home, Cherpulasseri
A small small neighbourhood celebration. Few games, little music, cake, food, togetherness, loads of love
New Year 2008
- Campus, Hyderabad
Winter chill, love, Hyderabadi food, long walks in the night, cold winds, a card(which a shredded later on in a moment of madness), VC rocks, friends, bonfire, freedom,
New Year 2009
- Apartment, Delhi
New Year party on a chilly winter night, big bonfires, music, dancing, meeting people, real good food, nice roommie, a tinge of loneliness
New Year 2010
- Hostel, Calicut
New year party in room, two of my all time best friends and rommies, @Ojins with Indu, back to room, stock of real nice food, booze, music, fun, pictures, pointless talk, more booze, food, friendship,
New Year 2011
- Bangalore
????
- St.Xavier's College Ahmedabad
Joy of new year dampened by the tsunami tragedy. Chilly winter, Mid night mass, countdown and cheering, cake and wine, long queue for midnight phone calls, joy of new formed friendships
New Year 2006
- College Hostel, Palakkad
Not much of a celebration. In the middle of the night, there was a short circuit somewhere and we all had to run out of the hostel. Adding some spark to the new year!
New Year 2007
- Home, Cherpulasseri
A small small neighbourhood celebration. Few games, little music, cake, food, togetherness, loads of love
New Year 2008
- Campus, Hyderabad
Winter chill, love, Hyderabadi food, long walks in the night, cold winds, a card(which a shredded later on in a moment of madness), VC rocks, friends, bonfire, freedom,
New Year 2009
- Apartment, Delhi
New Year party on a chilly winter night, big bonfires, music, dancing, meeting people, real good food, nice roommie, a tinge of loneliness
New Year 2010
- Hostel, Calicut
New year party in room, two of my all time best friends and rommies, @Ojins with Indu, back to room, stock of real nice food, booze, music, fun, pictures, pointless talk, more booze, food, friendship,
New Year 2011
- Bangalore
????
Reflections on the New Year Eve
Boredom
Sense of loss
Nonsense
Books
Love
Sorrow
fun
Passion
Hope
I was trying to put together words that define the passing year in my life. There were good moments, there were bad ones. There was sorrow, of parting, of losing, of having to move on. Things that leave a bad taste.
I've moved into a new place - my 'hole in the wall' that I've begun to love. I got to read a whole lot of good books and enjoy all those lazy evenings in the solitude of my room reading some nice book. Started loving this city and the life that it offered.
I've travelled to at least some of the places that I've always wanted to see. There was an Udupi - kollur trip that was really pleasant and enjoyable. Then there was this mudumalai-masinagudi-ootty trip which was thrilling and relaxing. Then there are a whole lot of places that I've wanted to visit, but never got to :(
Then there is this endless waiting. Waiting for things to happen. Waiting for things that never happen, waiting for people who never turn up....
There is a pain when people go away, when you leave places, when movies end, when you reach the last page of a beloved book, when love fades away, when your favorite shop closes down, when a journey ends, when you give up things... the same feeling comes up when a year ends. A year that has brought in a whole gamut of emotions ranging from agony to Ecstasy, pain to joy, hollowness to fulfillment is slowing making it's exit.
And then there is hope. Hope that the coming year is going to bring something nice, something memorable. Hope that builds up during the beginning and then goes on diminishing as the days progress, something like the waxing and waning of the moon. Nevertheless, in the beginning, there is Hope...
Sense of loss
Nonsense
Books
Love
Sorrow
fun
Passion
Hope
I was trying to put together words that define the passing year in my life. There were good moments, there were bad ones. There was sorrow, of parting, of losing, of having to move on. Things that leave a bad taste.
I've moved into a new place - my 'hole in the wall' that I've begun to love. I got to read a whole lot of good books and enjoy all those lazy evenings in the solitude of my room reading some nice book. Started loving this city and the life that it offered.
I've travelled to at least some of the places that I've always wanted to see. There was an Udupi - kollur trip that was really pleasant and enjoyable. Then there was this mudumalai-masinagudi-ootty trip which was thrilling and relaxing. Then there are a whole lot of places that I've wanted to visit, but never got to :(
Then there is this endless waiting. Waiting for things to happen. Waiting for things that never happen, waiting for people who never turn up....
There is a pain when people go away, when you leave places, when movies end, when you reach the last page of a beloved book, when love fades away, when your favorite shop closes down, when a journey ends, when you give up things... the same feeling comes up when a year ends. A year that has brought in a whole gamut of emotions ranging from agony to Ecstasy, pain to joy, hollowness to fulfillment is slowing making it's exit.
And then there is hope. Hope that the coming year is going to bring something nice, something memorable. Hope that builds up during the beginning and then goes on diminishing as the days progress, something like the waxing and waning of the moon. Nevertheless, in the beginning, there is Hope...
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Happy Ano Sir?
"Happy alle sir?" (You are happy. rt?)
That was the first question Shan used to asked us every morning. It was a rhetoric, not expecting a serious answer. we used to take that in a light vein and answer "yes sir". There was a genuine friendship amognst us and we had time and space to share our joys and sorrows with eachother.
That was quiet sometime back and today we all have moved into distant places and bigger offices where nobody asks (or even cares) if you are happy. Here we meet daily, greet eachother, discuss stuff related to work, and go back home.One fine morning, we were shocked to hear the announcement from the management that one of our managers passed away due to 'health issues'. Much later, we learnt that this man, with a 4 year daughter, who is very much attached to him, has taken his own life. He had a great job, a 6 digit salary, own house in bangalaore, a new car - everything matrial that one can wish for. Why then did he do this? None of us had any clue. Just the other day he had talked with us, took a smoking break with some others and was his usual cheerful self. What was it that plagued him so much to drive him to such a drastic step? we will never know!
We, who spend hours in discussions and meetings called project reviews, team meeting and many other such stuff, do not know a thing about the folks sitting around the same table. Why does it happen? Why is it that we do not have the time or need to know about others, understand the people who work with us? What happened to the good old days when people really cared?
When the management realised something's wrong, they decided to conduct a stress management program. They gor the trainer whose biodata reads "She is a Master/Teacher of Reiki, Pranic Healing, Magnified Healing, Acupressure, Aroma therapy, Yoga, Meditation, Hypnosis, Melchizedek Method of hologram healing, Feng Shui, Tai chi and NLP. Using all the above sciences she has healed over 1,000 people." These are the people who get paid (real huge amounts) to listen to the worries and problems of other people and then give some kind of advice. Something our grandmas and auties used to do all the time, without getting(or expecting to get) paid ofcourse.
I don't know about others, but for me, all I need to manage stress is someone to ask me the good old question, "happy alle sir?". And, would actually wait for an answer.
That was the first question Shan used to asked us every morning. It was a rhetoric, not expecting a serious answer. we used to take that in a light vein and answer "yes sir". There was a genuine friendship amognst us and we had time and space to share our joys and sorrows with eachother.
That was quiet sometime back and today we all have moved into distant places and bigger offices where nobody asks (or even cares) if you are happy. Here we meet daily, greet eachother, discuss stuff related to work, and go back home.One fine morning, we were shocked to hear the announcement from the management that one of our managers passed away due to 'health issues'. Much later, we learnt that this man, with a 4 year daughter, who is very much attached to him, has taken his own life. He had a great job, a 6 digit salary, own house in bangalaore, a new car - everything matrial that one can wish for. Why then did he do this? None of us had any clue. Just the other day he had talked with us, took a smoking break with some others and was his usual cheerful self. What was it that plagued him so much to drive him to such a drastic step? we will never know!
We, who spend hours in discussions and meetings called project reviews, team meeting and many other such stuff, do not know a thing about the folks sitting around the same table. Why does it happen? Why is it that we do not have the time or need to know about others, understand the people who work with us? What happened to the good old days when people really cared?
When the management realised something's wrong, they decided to conduct a stress management program. They gor the trainer whose biodata reads "She is a Master/Teacher of Reiki, Pranic Healing, Magnified Healing, Acupressure, Aroma therapy, Yoga, Meditation, Hypnosis, Melchizedek Method of hologram healing, Feng Shui, Tai chi and NLP. Using all the above sciences she has healed over 1,000 people." These are the people who get paid (real huge amounts) to listen to the worries and problems of other people and then give some kind of advice. Something our grandmas and auties used to do all the time, without getting(or expecting to get) paid ofcourse.
I don't know about others, but for me, all I need to manage stress is someone to ask me the good old question, "happy alle sir?". And, would actually wait for an answer.
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