Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Screw You!

It crawled up my left arm, all the way up to my neck sending a chill down my spine. I tried shooing it away with a brusque movement of my other hand, but it simply nagged at my skin slithering to my ear and hopped right inside it. The tickling sensation in my ear was just a trailer of what I experienced next. I couldn’t believe that this tiny miniscule bug sized creature had the cheek to enter my ear, my body!

I felt it moving inside me, it had managed a hike up my brain meandering through its folds and creases. I felt dizzy. My head oscillated from side to side as if someone had whacked my head hard and my neck had a spring mechanism installed.

Amused at the effect of its doings, the creature crept down my spine as if playing skipping stones. After fiddling around with my backbone, it took a detour to my heart, targeting it. I don’t know what pleasure it acquired by torturing a poor soul like me and how brutal it was for him to jump up and down the valves of my heart as if it was a trampoline, making me experience a virtual heart attack.

Bored of this exercise, it dived into one of my arteries and swam to glory, leaving me dumbstruck. It must have got enough out of exploring my body as it then bit my muscles, gnawed at the inner side of my skin and out it came with a pop, a few drops of blood stuck to its beneath.

The creature was screw shaped and purple coloured with orange neon lights for eyes, who grinned at me as I picked it up in astonishment, wondering what kind of a bug it was. I turned it upside down.

My eyes popped out in horror as I read ‘A Jupitarian’ on its back. I dropped it and ran for my life, his evil laughter reverberating in my ears.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Glimpse In Gir, Bliss for Lifetime!


A glimpse in Gir,

Set my heart racing,

Not for Deer, Not for Zebra

But for a Lioness.


Twinkling fierce eyes,

Tawny coat, tufted tail

Screening the surroundings

For a prey.


She caught my whiff wafting through the air,

She inched closer,

Observing and speculating,

Pretending nonchalance.


Pleased,

I settled down nearby;

Assured that

She’d noticed my dark dense mane.


We lived a hundred metres away,

Couple of days passed;

Atmosphere,

Between us tensed.


She hunted skilfully,

Ravenous and ruthless

Often left some carcass,

For me.


I lazed around,

Reflecting my kingship; believing,

She was my Nala,

I, her Simba.


Thin mane and bruised

Arrived a loser

One day,

To eye my lady.


I roared through gritted teeth,

“I’m the Alpha,” I said.

He growled back

Attempting defence.


Next, he imposed

Himself on her; she snapped back!

Too proud, my love was, to let

A stranger, have his way.


I let her fight

But soon intervened;

Pounced on my rival, caught hold of his back

Dragged him, slashed at him.


He lay there,

Still.

Failed to fight back

To save his skin!


Bloodied, triumphant

I walked towards her.

She held her head high, ears twitched.

She was in heat.


Nuzzles and faint roars,

Ecstasy and bliss,

Together we became one;

The King and Queen.

Created, two little cubs,

A girl and a boy;

Our Kiara and Kopa,

Absolute bundles of joy!

Lions have always been one of my favourite animals. Their majestic pride, their size, the soft mane and shining dark brown eyes have always lured me towards them. I believe animals have emotions though they cannot directly express it. Also, animals sometimes show a strong similarity between their behaviour and human behaviour. Isn’t love, pride, desire and rivalry characteristics of human as well as the animal world? Being a Leo and an animal lover I’ve always wanted a cute cub for a pet. These thoughts and also the Book and Movie- Born Free have inspired me to write this.

Note- Lions with dark dense mane are considered healthy and sexually attractive for lionesses.

A lioness is 'in heat' when she's ready to mate.

Character’s referred from ‘The Lion King’-

Simba- The lion king

Nala- Simba’s mate

Kiara- Simba and Nala’s daughter

Kopa- Simba and Nala’s son

Friday, November 4, 2011

I am Seven, Orphaned and Homeless

I am seven, orphaned and homeless but I’m not alone. I have a brother who is four. We come from a beggar who soon after my brother’s birth, fell prey to drugs. Eventually she died on a footpath and bereaved us of mother’s love forever. We don’t know who our father is.

We do not have a home, we do not have relatives, but we have a family. We are each other’s family. We have many friends of our own kind. Their parents let them play with us but never invite us home, never let us enter their shacks and we are always left to fend for ourselves at night. They occasionally give us a roti and we happily share it between us. I’m always very hungry but I usually give a piece or two extra from my share to my brother; he is just a child.

We live off the streets. We beg.

My friend’s family is a balloon seller. Her dad said, “I’ll let you help me with work as soon as you’re old enough for it and if you’re good at it I’ll give you thirty rupees every day.”

I really want to be good at blowing balloons, making colourful toy animals by tying various shaped balloons to one another and even at selling them so that Uncle gives me forty rupees and not just thirty!

We are poor. No one takes care of us but us. We often go hungry and sleep on hard footpath with just a single blanket to protect us from the wind and cold, sun and rain. We are happy. Our joy lies in small things.

Our joy lies in tasting that first piece of roti in days. Our joy lies in counting that one coin that we earn extra than the previous day. We enjoy the smell of food that wafts out of restaurants. Lying beside each other, hand in hand hearing the cars zoom by, gives us a thrill. When we see a child as old as us, belonging to a rich family, begging its mother to buy a balloon, it sets us giggling. All that crying just for a balloon! Hahaha!

We are poor but at peace with ourselves. We are wanderers. We are free souls.

Picture courtesy: Shivangi Shah

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Justice to Saraswati Maa!

“It is not gender which is destroying our culture...it is our interpretations of culture which has destroyed gender equality.”

In this Modern India, men and women are given equal rights. Our constitution says women are as superior as men. Our culture has almost as much number of goddesses as gods. Here, ‘knowledge’ and ‘money’, the two most essential things for survival are worshipped in form of Goddess Saraswati and Goddess Lakshmi respectively. We believe in the scientific fact that men and women are equally strong, just that men are physically strong while women possess a very powerful mind, an inherent survival instinct and a unique power to withstand what comes her way. Right from Maa Durga to Kiran Bedi our country has explicit examples of women who stand shoulder to shoulder with men. It was a long time ago since Jyotiba Phule and his wife started a ‘female literacy’ movement and since then times have changed; most girls are getting literate and no one has any good reason to oppose female literacy.

This is what most of us believe. But d ‘you know that this is just a superficial overview on ‘Gender Equality’ in India and that if you actually peep into the psyche of some of the men you will be shocked and abashed at the cheapness of their opinion about women and gender equality in general.

I came across this picture on Facebook posted by a young man from an educated family.

This picture was captioned as- ‘Side-effects of literacy’. The above line written in Marathi is a sarcastic statement which literally translates as, ‘Girls got educated and progressed...’

The fact that people can believe that ‘education’ is responsible for women indulging in to drinking really set my blood boiling.

To drink or not to drink is entirely a subjective issue, a personal choice and objecting to that would be like invading one's private space. It depends on your self-morals, your presence of mind, peer influence, the kind of upbringing you’ve had and the culture that you come from. It could also depend on your psychological state and the external environment you dwell in. This applies to everyone irrespective of their sexes.

By saying ‘Side effects of literacy’ do they want to suggest that due to education, girls got exposed to drinks, smoking, drugs?! In the past, their house was the only world the women saw and hence were oblivious to these addictive substances is what they’re saying? If that is so, then they’re being entirely WRONG. Don’t they know that hookah originated in India and be it the rich Ranis or the poor Dasis; they all took resort in taking hookah as a leisurely activity? These were illiterate women who hardly ventured out of the house.

During the British rule, the Britishers compelled farmers to grow Poppies and banned cultivation of any other crop, so that they can extract maximum amount of Opium from the Poppy seeds to export it around the world. Due to this, the farmers grew poorer and the men were forced to do labour work while the women worked in Poppy fields. The women were stressed and the overburdening poverty made them consume Opium by night along with their husbands to acquire elation. Have they never heard of this? Have they never seen women smoking beedis at a construction site? Oh why, they are the most uneducated out of all. Education must be the most alien thing they’ve ever known.

This simply shows how ill informed and narrow minded a person who puts up such photos on a social networking site is.

Consumption of addictive substances by women has always been an unexposed attribute of our society. The difference between then and now is that now it is done extremely openly, unlike then. Had female literacy prevailed since beginning perhaps they would have found other ways to fight the difficulties that made them fall prey to drugs, alcohol and smoking. I do not accuse our ancestors of anything, but I'm just stating a fact from history which precisely proves how education has nothing misleading to do with a girl's drinking habits. What education does is, it makes you aware of the ill effects of these things and leaves it up to you to decide if you want to indulge in it or no.

I do not support alcoholism but I’m totally against gender bias. What is acceptable for men has to be acceptable for women as well. When men drink it is considered macho and cool but when women are simply caught glancing at liquor, you question her character? How can anyone be a male chauvinist to an extent that he considers booze a way of man’s life but curses Goddess Saraswasti when a woman is witnessed doing something most of the men religiously do.

If you are against alcoholism and addiction, oppose it rationally and not by making ‘women literacy’ a base of your argument. Anyways, the possibility of the person who posts such photos, opposing alcoholism is far less that the possibility of him being an extreme male chauvinist. Due to a negligible number of educated women drinking, you do not get the right to qualify the entire female race as drunkards or blame them for spoiling the cultural norms of the society.

How long are men going to try and suppress women? How many cheap stunts are they going to adopt to prove women inferior or to blame them for being the cause of every single problem? Who knew people with such cheap and sadistic mentality still existed! This is the Modern India we live in? Where are we going? Are those extensive 'equality' related laws written in our Constitution ever going to wake up and manifest into reality?

“Never underestimate a man’s ability to underestimate/criticize a woman,” Kathleen Turner from the movie V.I. Warshawski.

P.S- Along with my fellow sisters, I know that there are some good men out there who oppose this mentality and callous treatment towards women and I would like them to come forward and support the cause in any small way possible. Thank You!