A Country of Labels

Facebook posts, tweets, open letters and hundreds of articles later what have we achieved?
We told the world that WE are a country of rapists.

I see my feed flooded with posts about how men need to change, how we need to respect our women more and how we need to promote equal rights for women. But between all this outcry and anger we have changed the actual common man.

Social media is generally a platform for the educated and civilized to create a ruckus about black and white dresses. But when we are writing, sharing and liking strongly worded posts, the virality (yes! It’s an actual word) stays limited to the millions of people who aren’t ignorant about the facts. And will you seriously tell us that it is the fault of men? Do we have to be labeled as ‘perverts’, ‘jerks’, ‘rapists’, ‘eve-teasers’ and such? Why do we have to fear everytime the bus hits a speed-breaker and we bump into the girl/woman/lady in front of us? Fear that they’ll turn around, shout at us and slap us in public while some self proclaimed feminist is filming it for his blog on his smartphone. Why do we have to be ashamed for being men?

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When we waged a war on terrorism and racism, we all spoke out saying “all Muslims are not terrorists.” Now there is another war on our doorstep. It is a war in which heinous, unspeakable, unthinkable and unforgivable acts are committed by people who are anything but human. But is it not YOUR duty to make sure that the words you spread condemn the criminal and not an entire gender? When you write “friends we should respect women”, do you honestly think that the danger lurks in the heart of your friends? When a person looks at our country all he/she sees in the subtext is “all men are rapists.” Is that right?

The people who are actually to be blamed lurk in the shadows, out of reach of common sense and morality. They are the ones who stalk women on the internet, who have no sense of right and wrong and to whom social media posts are all but impermeable. And the thousands of girls out there who actually have faced the trauma and the torture fight another battle to make their lives better. They don’t sit on social media and rant about it. WE do. People, dear to us, who have been through hell and back don’t tweet their struggles. WE do.

I’ve seen too many labels. I’m a brother, a son, a friend, a mentor and a boyfriend.
I am a man and I’m not a pervert.

Ramblings of an eccentric

(Warning: This post is way too long for the weak hearted. Enter at your own risk)

(Disclaimer: This is a work of sleep-deprivation. The writer/s have no frigging relationship to this post whatsoever. )

One day, when you have eaten something particularly indigestible, you’ll sit down for a long time and let your mind wander. If you’re lucky enough to have ignored a certain blood-pumping organ of yours for most of your life, then mark my words! For you, sir, are going to need a nice, thick magazine in your bathroom from now on. However, if you don’t fall in that particular genre and have always been unlucky, you’ll see all the people that were. Don’t let your mind wander too far for you’ll remember all the bad parts because you haven’t reminisced the good parts enough. But you’re sitting in absolute silence and all that you see is a crimson ash falling like snow. What do you do then? You start remembering.

After an absolutely preposterous and illegal amount of caffeine, I understood that it kills when the person you worry about is absolutely oblivious to it. What if someday the veil rises and you find out that you weren’t enough? Perhaps some of us have been doing it wrong all these years. We were fools to believe that all those motion pictures and all those bestselling books were true. It was our fault not to have been able to discern between reality and, well, the non-existent.

NO! I’m not going into a rant here against matters of the heart. Definitely not! (My girlfriend will publicly stone me if I do!) I’m just making an observation. We let people into our lives. Be it a friend, family or fiancée, the people we love hold the power to break, shatter and puncture our heart. Yes, we hold that power over them too. But nobody really thinks that way, do they? It’s okay. We are all a little selfish. We don’t want to change. Even if we do, we don’t want our dear ones to change. And when all of us have changed, it’s time to set fire to that house of cards we so carefully built. I’m a small-city guy with small dreams. I don’t know how it works in the big cities. I don’t know how to be ‘cool’ and get into recreational substances or recreational adultery (I do know sarcasm though!) and I certainly don’t want my friends to go that way. But then, I’m a small-city guy. What do I know about the culture and the society in the big bright cities of the world!? What do I know about independent women and the ‘players’ of this earth? Nothing, I believe. It all seems like a hazy dream to me. A dream many wouldn’t want to be in.

The more I think about it, the more it seems to me that life is a long game of Texas hold’em poker. You are dealt a hand and you play with it. You win some and you lose some but nobody leaves the table till a certain grim reaper is involved in the picture. I may seem slightly crazy but just think about it! All our choices and our decisions are not always right or always wrong. We travel on a sine curve, aiming towards happiness and then cascading downwards to a little misery. All the quotes and sayings about ‘not having any regrets’ seems a little bullshit at such indigestible times. After introspection and many a sleepless nights it’s pretty clear that we get screwed severely when we get a full hand of hearts. Because even if we get a straight flush, the house always wins.

But then, I’m a small-city guy. What do I know?

Wait…..

observus:

A truly beautiful and touching poem! Keep writing…

Originally posted on sribatsadotcom:

Wait.... Wait….

I asked her for yet another time

should i mourn or take out the wine?

Even a word if not a line

was it so unjust, this demand of mine?

 

What if her answer is a NO?

And i have to let her go?

My love she will never know

And her memories i must forego

 

Empty glasses stare at me, longing to be filled

the barren land of my heart awaits to be tilled.

Wait is something i must do, till then my fate is sealed

Just a nod, a smile, a gaze, will render all healed.

 

What if her answer is a NO?

And i have to let her go?

My love she will never know

And her memories i must forego

 

As this terror grips me slowly, taking its toll

Adorning my headphones i embark on a stroll.

Hoping  for angels who…

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Back-alley of Ugly Truths

(The truth needn’t always be good. Sometimes it’s bitter and ugly and, well, destructive)

Dark Alley

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here
for this is the place where fallen angels crawl.
Where your worst fears are a walking reality
and the only conundrum is your bubbling morality.

Where winter cold chills the marrow and soul
and breath is rationed to all condemned,
all castles in the clouds fall down brick by brick
and you stand in place nailed down by shock.

All sweet dreams feasted by demented beings
and fights break out for a pound of your flesh.
Where hearts sink to watery depths
and then painlessly burst into oblivion.

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Where the evil that rises out of the wolves
slowly poisons the veins of mankind,
rendering your conscience dangerously helpless
in the face of the dark threats that lurk around.

Where clarion flies over your head night and day
and maggots get a feasting when people rejoice,
all the meat you eat there is poisoned, even in your sleep,
That is where an Inferno simmers under the streets.

You hear pleas of help yet are unable to pull
people out of the pits of their own miseries
for you are powerless whilst you bear
the weight of the truths you find here.
No light shall fester, no deliverance upheld.
So, abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Rice and Religion: The Deadweight of Indian Politics

In a time when the Indian economy is walking on a tightrope, teetering precariously with a danger of buckling over and falling sideways, mindless and meaningless religion politics still somehow manages to creep into the game. I saw yesterday that the prime time news-hour was comprised of unknown religious leaders debating (to be read abusing in Indian English) over the recent “ghar wapsi” revolution instigated by the most impeccable right-wing Hindu nationalist non-governmental organization called the Vishwa Hindu Parishad (VHP). The sangh which claims that its main objective is “to organise, consolidate the Hindu society and to serve, protect the Hindu Dharma” has somehow claimed that ‘it was due to their “struggle” in the last 50 years that Hindus have “regained” the lost “empire” of Delhi after 800 years.’ We were fools to have been celebrating Independence Day for the past 67 years when clearly India still isn’t a free “empire”, right? Shame on you Ashok Singhal!

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The movement started with the conversion of 57 Muslim families in Agra district of Uttar Pradesh claimed to be a ‘purkhon ki ghar wapsi’ (homecoming of our ancestors). All this was done under the pretext of providing BPL cards to the families. Next came Arnai village in Valsad on Saturday— where at least 500 tribal Christians were “reconverted”, thereby conveniently creating another controversy. Now while the nation and its leaders engage in blame games and denials, nobody gives a 5 paisa about the people involved. Who cares what gods we pray to when our families are dying of hunger? Who cares what gods we believe in when children still don’t have access to education? Who cares what religion we follow when our hard-earned taxpayer money is being euthanized, with no hopes of revival, under coal scams, telecom scams and whatever scams possible? India needs to come out of its ‘developing nation’ shadow. This country is the largest market for everything ranging from food to electronics. It has been the biggest supporter of e-commerce in a span of two years. This country just put a spacecraft on mars with the lowest budget ever! This country, this great country needs to start enduring. We need to do away with right wing political leaders who claim that “Our values will be gradually established in the country. We want an invincible Hindu society which works for the world’s welfare according to these values. We have never gone out to convert the world but to win over their hearts.” Looks like RSS, VHP and Bajrang Dal have been too inspired by Nolan’s time travel and are determined to push India back to 1715 from the era of 2015. How come everyone is embroiled in religious debate but no one is aware of the fact that it’s illogical, immoral and pointless if we really want ‘achhe din’ to be brought into this country. Shouldn’t the Indian social media be debating and commenting about this along with admonishing terrorists? How come people aren’t outraged by such meaningless and mindless activities being carried out in the name of a religion whose roots are embedded in harmony and not in denouncing others’ beliefs?

It is the year of 2015. The government needs to concern itself with social upliftment for all. The PM’s policies are yet to be put into action properly. But already the government is being anchored down by the dead weight of communal outrage and religious controversies. The country needs to stop being afraid of these Saffron goons and ask law enforcement officials to start enforcing our human rights rather than party politics. For how long are we supposed to live in a shroud of Hindutva when clearly Humanity is at stake?

Yours truly,
A devout 22 year old Brahmin guy.

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The Big Fat Indian Paycheck

As the entire world knows, the Indian media is the most unbiased, uninfluenced and unabashedly truthful of them all (if you are clueless, then YES, I’m being heavily sarcastic). And they have proven their undeniable worth as a dependable watchdog of the Indian society in these past few days by their unparalleled coverage of the recent placements at the IITs that started a couple of days back.

Now as any Tanmay, Deepak and Hari will know in India, the IITs are the premier institutions for technical education in our country; while the people who study there are definitely India’s best and brightest. But the media suddenly has decided that the Indian youth isn’t pressurized enough in their formative years of high school (11th and 12th standard), so now they have decided to make our lives more hell with the constant news coverage of “an IIT-Kharagpur student getting a pay package of 1.54 crores” in the course of the ongoing placements.

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Now as a technical student though I’m in awe of the person in question, it’s now going to be VERY difficult explaining it to the average Indian parent and even harder living with the ‘pados waale Sharmaji ka beta’ (all, except Kapil Sharma. He’s nalayak!). Like any good and responsible media they have chosen to completely ignore and leave out facts like cost of living, the EXCHANGE RATE (he’s NOT going to be a karodpati in Amreeka!) and all the technicalities like stocks and one time bonuses. Leave Amreeka. Here’s whats happening on the home turf.

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What kind of job is going to give Rs 3.5 lakhs A MONTH!? (sigh). There’s already a dearth of professionals in sectors like education, research and the government. All this because all the parents suddenly decided a decade ago that “beta, engineering karlo. Life set ho jaayegi” because it pays good”. Now it’s going to be “beta IIT mein computer science padhlo. Life set ho jaayegi” for everyone. The media has been irresponsible and has made it a masala piece for everyone and people need to understand that. The common Indian middle class parent needs to understand what it means when such headlines are made. They need to understand how the system works. It’s been a fact for years now that students need to choose careers according to their interests and strengths and that parents need to be supportive of that decision. Please don’t try to ruin the life of the person who has managed to convince his parents that he wants to study science or commerce or history or literature or arts. Please don’t kill the dreams of the future Kapil Sharmas, Gutthis and TVF teams. I finish this article with words which have been trending my facebook timeline since today morning. these are from a student who studies in the same institute as the headlines.IIT 1

 

 

Finding Each Other

And so she lies under the cover of darkness,
Warm with love, over his heart’s abode.
As he looks down to meet her eyes,
all the poetry he ever wrote comes to life.
As he holds his hand in hers and her lips in his,
all music breaks out and life feels complete again.

Finding Each Other

This unexpected story that started at midnight one day,
shall be his melody till kingdom come.
And she, the one who gave away her soul to him,
shall live in his essence in a myriad of forms.

So let foster this, their forbidden love,
Let them find each other under the cover of darkness.
For when finally the light shines on them there will be a uproar,
And they will face the world together as one.