Wednesday 17 April 2013

Impossible is nothing!


Mere words may fail to reassure you that life is not as miserable as you think. That's when poetry comes to the rescue. A poem can  caress your soul, quieten that restless mind of yours and make you look at life with a renewed perspective. 
I know some people who have turned defeatist in the face of hardship, and have made a mess of things. I remember there was a time, when I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and I felt like all the Gods had turned their back on me. That's when my sister said to me, "You're a fighter, and I'm proud of you!' I looked back on my life, and i realized that there was a lot of truth in her words.. I was a fighter! I AM a fighter. Life has changed since then. Whenever faced with a difficult situation, I hold onto to all the courage that is left in me, and stray away from morbid thoughts.
I also sought comfort in poetry- I had found a great way to de-stress! Out of all the poems, I have written, this one is dearest to me. It never fails to motivate me.
 I hope you too, never forget that the hero in you is very much alive!

Tu dil ko itna mazboot kar,
ki woh kabhi ro na sake,
tu har aandhi ko paar kar,
Mumkin kar who jo kabhi ho na sake.

Jee jaan lagake ke mehnat kar,
Ki kabhi tera dukh tujhe rok na sake,
Daphnale apna darr,
mumkin kar woh,
Jo kabhi hona sake

Pyaar na kare tuhse koi,
toh tu apne aap se pyaar kar,
Agar tu hai sahi, aur duniya samjhe galat,
toh tu poori duniya se jang kar.

Hausla kaise toote tera,
Mazil toh hai saamne.
Jaan bhi hain, aur jigar bhi,
Toh phir kyun hai ye haath kaapte.

Harr uss zeher ko banake paani,
Tu peele amrit samajke,
Bhagwan ka hai banda tu,
kitni door bhagega,
apne aap ko koste koste.

Duniya na sanje tera dukh,
Duniya waale hai jaahil,
Tu khud hi apne apko sambhale,
Karle manzil ko haasil.

Yuhi ladte jhagadte,
Tu woh raasta apna,
jis pe koi na chal sake,
Tu har aandhi ko paar kar,
Mumkin kar woh, jo kabhi ho na sake.


                                                                   ******* 

Monday 8 April 2013

Where are all the BOOTYful BOYS? :s

Remember the song dhak dhak karne laga? I'm talking about the original, in which Madhuri Dixit grabs Anil Kapoor's amorous attentions with her bold and suggestive dance moves? Tip Tip Barsa Pani is no less! Raveena Tandon practically throws herself at Akshay Kumar, until he too, realizes that he wants to be naughty, and joins her in the seductive dance sequence!

Bollywood hasn't changed much since then. Apart from the choreography, ( which now is far more sophisticated than what it used to be in the 90s) and a new crop of actors, Item numbers dish out the same stale meat. The format is so predictable and overused! Yet, when we hear them fresh, the masala and masti of item songs appeal to us immediately, and we hardly care about how the song has been filmed ,so long as it sounds peppy.

Munni Badnaam Hui had all of us dancing to oomphy Malaika's tunes, and Sheila ki Jawani proved us wrong in thinking that Katrina can't make ample use of her 'jawani'!  These songs have a common thread- Item GIRLS, obviously! And it is this repetition, that i am frankly, bored of. It's a perfect example of the stereotyping I often talk about. Imagine renaming these very songs to 'Munna Badnaam Hua' and 'Akshay ki Jawani'!! It is a fantasy that I've been nurturing for quite a while now!

Why are only Item girls subjected to a parade of sleazy men showering them with notes? Excuse me! Where is OUR prerogative to ogle brazenly at the well built and supple bodies of Bollywood hunks? Are they just camera shy, or has the concept of Item boys, not yet penetrated into our quintessential item numbers!?

Subha Hone Na de, featuring Akshay Kumar and John Abraham is probably one of the first of its kind to showcase 'male' sexuality and open admiration for the male physique. Just a few days back i saw the popular 'Chinta ta Chita' song from Rowdy Rathore, (not for the first time) and a particular part of the song got me thinking about how we've gotten used to putting women on display to be scrutinized by the lust driven public.The lyrics- 'Naya naya saal hai naya naya maal hai' rankled my ears, and of course, this 'naya maal' was an item girl, in the shape of Kareena Kapoor. Why is Bollywood not tapping the abundant testosterone that's available in the industry? Almost all the popular male actors today are vigilant about working out and staying in shape. The 'Naya Naya Maal' ought to symbolise the bootyful boys of the industry, and why not? It's high time, that we looked at men and women differently. In in the 21st century anything is possible and acceptable!

And all the Macho men around with two left feet should really take notes from Ranbir Kapoor, who stole away my heart with his item number 'Tai Tai Phish'! He's what i call a 'New Age' actor! So if he can do it, and make it look convincing, all you guys need to do is give your 'kamariya' a little twist, and charm all the ladies in the audience. For all you know, we might just ambush you with notes and make you rich overnight! :)


   

Saturday 6 April 2013

RAPING MY INDEPENDENCE

What is it like to be a woman in India? I reply with a heavy heart, that we are an endangered species. Do we even  possess the fundamental rights that the constitution boasts about? Right to safety and protection, Right to Freedom and Equality, the Right to life, and every other right in the book that has been designed to protect our dignity and self respect, have made a mockery of our existence, and have left us defenseless in own country.

Among other fears that choke our independence, the fear of being raped is the most horrifying and intimidating. A woman can be raped in many ways. I often travel in the general compartment of the Delhi Metro. I don't even have to look around and i already know that all the men in the compartment have their eyes on me, like hungry vultures, in eager anticipation of a prey. Some of them lose interest; others start ogling at other women who make an appearance in the compartment, and creepily there are some who will refuse to look at anything or anybody other than me. Isn't that rape? I don't blame a man for being a man, but no one has the right to make me feel uncomfortable or uneasy in a place which I have as much right to share as any other man! I'm sure other women would have their versions of being raped everyday. Some would speak of being groped, poked, squeezed and insulted in buses and some would talk about their own fathers, brothers or even husbands, trampling upon their aspirations and self- esteem.

What makes it so easy for a man to undermine a woman? What makes him think that we can be treated like the dirt of his feet? Indian men, are alas, resistant to change. Even in progressive India, it is comforting for an average man to exercise his dominance over a woman. He is rarely made to answer for his actions as he feels secure and protected in the existing patriarchal system, which has time and again tilted in favor of the male, even when it should have backed the female. After being raped, the woman becomes the carrier of humiliation and insult, and the man escapes scot free, as no one feels it necessary to make him pay for his sins.

As a country, we have a an appalling habit of getting accustomed to the way of things. It took, a barbaric rape incident to jolt us out of our habitual lives, and wake up to the the savage murder of a young girl who committed the folly of choosing a private bus as a mode of transport, back home, only to ride to her death.
Nirbhaya, reminded us that we are outcasts in our own country. There are other cases we haven't even heard of, but are probably as shocking and outrageous in nature.

Ever since, I read about rape cases and what a rapist can do to a woman, I have often wondered why a man would delight in dishonoring a woman. Can it only be animal lust or sexual deprivation? But my mind ruled that out. When is sex is readily available in brothels, why would a man go to such lengths to satisfy his lust? Is he mentally ill or just a pervert?  On thinking further, i realized that the answer really lies in the way men are brought up in our country. In  the North, the predominant and favored sex, men are taught to believe that they have all the rights, while their mothers, sisters and wives have none. A woman is made to take to the kitchen and handle all domestic chores, as she is seen fit only for that. It is her 'duty' to serve her husband. and abide by' his' rules. Her status in the household is only slightly elevated, when she gives birth to a boy, but even so, she she is under the dominance of her husband. The girl child is yet to be treated as an equal, as she is still unwelcome and perceived as a burden on the family; one which they can only get rid of when she's married, and  that implicates her family further, as they would have to shell out dowry to get her married in the first place. In villages, and small towns, there is no conception of a 'modern' India, where a woman can venture out of the house and earn as much as a man, even more in fact. A woman is probably not even aware of her rights, and how can she? She is not even sent to school! And even if she does go to school, do they teach young children about their rights and privileges? I remember having learnt about fundamental rights for the first time, when i was in class 8! Isn't that a bit too late!

A man, who has grown up in  a patriarchal environment, cannot tolerate a woman outshining him, or even earning success and plaudits. It is the biggest insult to his manhood. According to him, a woman should keep her head bowed, and always remember her 'maryaada', which is to rot inside the four walls of the house. The moment, he sniffs her spirit trying to break free of this well defined 'maryaada', he is enraged and he believes he should 'conform' her and make her see the light. This warped and convoluted vision, is a result of his upbringing and the values that have been ingrained in him. In most cases, men rape just to prove a point. So he rapes her and reminds her, that he is the boss, and if she messes with him, he will always torment and torture her with his might and physical strength, and tame her into a docile submissive creature that she ought to be. The rapists in the Nirbhaya case, hurled insulting comments at her (before raping her) and her companion for staying out of their homes late at night (9o clock was late for them). A woman alone with a man at this hour! What  a prostitute, they would have thought. A loose woman, who must entertain them, now that she had set foot in the trap they had laid out. In their perverted heads, they didn't even twice before tearing her apart; they had the overbearing confidence and temerity that they could get away untainted with blood on their hands.And they weren't completely wrong! Looks like the juvenile is going to get away with only 5 yrs of imprisonment, and then one can only hope he completes his full term in hell. There are, of course other reasons, which can bring out a cannibal in a man. Reasons which i have not yet been able to fit in to my reasoning behind rapes and rapists. But the predominant reason, seems to allude to outdated and regressive connotations that  are attached to women; and i'm not just talking about villages, among the uneducated lot; the educated and affluent class can also baffle you with their stereotyping of women.

India may have to take several births, to fully realize the importance of women. Awards and titles to women may hail their contribution in society and also stress for women reforms, but the ground reality is that we are still persecuted and made to believe that we are the 'lesser' sex. When a woman can do so much more than a man, why should her dignity always be at stake and why should she be in the mercy of a man!?

For starters, lets teach young boys in school, that it was a 'woman' who gave them the gift of life, and it was from her milk that they drew their bodily strength. So before insulting and demeaning any woman, they should remember who they owe their lives to.
As for young girls, lets teach them to believe in themselves, and be fearless in their pursuit of independence!