The Silent Mourner.

Innumerable people I meet,

Yet I can never stop thinking about you,

Innumerable words I speak,

Yet I can never get tired of wanting to listen to you.

 

You were the one,

Who loved me for what I was.

You were the one,

Who made me realize what I could be.

 

I always thought we would be together,

For the sake of not me, not you, but for the promises we’d made,

In life or in death to be together,

And in sickness and health.

 

Love had led me to you,

God had I thanked with all my heart,

Death is what took away you,

All I have is my life crumbled around.

 

The shining stars beckon me,

The massive seas allure me,

All I need to do is stop one single breath,

But then the last whiff of you would be gone too!

 

 

Graciously Yours!

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And it soared away…

4:48 pm.

Deserve a break!

After drowning myself in two long hours of Indian Company Law, I sat by the bed, looking out into the dusk sky, which had emptied its hydrants just a while back. In the fag end of March. Rare and unusual but nevertheless a relief from the mild but humid heat. Sitting atop one of the buildings was one of the aerial residents of my neighboring airspace – the city eagle. I am not well versed in ornithology, and I am sure it isn’t an eagle, but yes, it reminds me of one, because of its brown hues, wing span and the way it flies around almost as if it was to swoop down on you. So for me – city eagle. Now, I know this one has a spouse, or whatever the bird terminology of spouse is. And there it was sitting alone, making bird noises. Like really loud, attention-grabbing bird noises. And I was wondering where the other one was! Not in sight! Not flying out to this one! Strange! They always fly together, sometimes at each other too. (Oh yeah, this deemed house arrest, thanks to my upcoming major exam, has led me to keep a close watch on everyone’s actions around me!)

Back to the cries. They seemed like cries to me! Did they have a fight? Was the other one angry? Had the thunderstorm and high speed winds injured the other one? This one wasn’t able to locate the other one? Had the other one left? Or was it just some new found game of theirs? I got up. Started looking out to see if there was even a hint of a brown speck swooping down from some corner of the sky. The crows seemed to be coming nearer to the eagle. Was it a sign of something ominous? Were they trying to comfort the bird? Had something happened?

My phone vibrated. “We cannot meet tomorrow, babe. Urgent work came up. Sorry! I’ll call you tonight.” Tell me something new, I thought. And that was the other one I had.

I looked up and I saw the bird preparing to take flight.

And it soared away…

Maybe, I’ll see them both together tomorrow. Maybe, someone will meet their other one tomorrow.

4:59 pm.

Break over.

Graciously Yours!

She over He.

There should never have been a battle in the first place.

Co-existence of men and women has been more like no existence for women. For years, women all over the world were, and are, being treated almost like a liability, fairly acknowledging that there were families who understood the meaning of the equal and opposite sex. If that weren’t the case, we wouldn’t have Enid Blyton, Louisa May Alcott, Amelia Earhart, Rani Lakshmibai and many others. But if I compare, our male compatriots have raced far ahead, since forever. The “STRONGER” RACE, they are after all. Oh yes, I say race because this is a bigger divide than any religion, caste, creed or colour.

He hits her. She accepts it. Either because she cannot leave her family in a lurch. Or she cannot leave him and go out in the world for fear of a worse fate awaiting her.

He expects her to take care of him and his family. She does. He never thanks her. Because he thinks it’s her duty to serve him. She wasn’t born to live for you.

He is waiting in line for a job. She is better. He gets the job. Why? Just like that.

He works hard. She works as hard. His pay cheque is heavier.

He looks at her greedily. She walks away thinking she must have done something wrong. Why? Because he says so.

He abuses her. She doesn’t. Not because she can’t, more so because she doesn’t want to fall to his standards.

Yes, he is stronger. But she is the one who lives in constant fear of crossing the wrong path. She is the one who sees her dreams getting quashed. She is the one who thinks sobbing through the night is easier than defying the men in her life. She is the one who has to see her girl child being killed. She is the one who has to bear the wrath of the child she bore. She is the one who has to bear the sting of words glorifying all that she cannot do or rather all that he wouldn’t let her do. She is the one who gets named whether she’s outgoing, introvert, shy, modern, intelligent, bossy, beautiful, or rather because she exists. She lives through it all.

But, he is the one who’s stronger.

And to what delightful use they put their strength! To hurt her, hit her, stop her, abuse her, rape her. And the men who abstain from pouncing on women? They stare. They share. They sympathize. They blame. But what do they do? They ask, what can we do?

In India, women’s empowerment is almost like the new fad, with corporates like Tata Tea doing a better job of portraying it through their advertisements than the descendant of Rajiv and Sonia Gandhi has been able to in the innumerable speeches he has made (the interview with Arnab Goswami being the key highlight of his highs and lows!) or the decade long term of the UPA Government has done. Pardon my naivety! The UPA Government had sanctioned a 1000 crore budget for the safety of women across the country in the year 2012-13. Mark my words. Sanctioned, not disbursed. Because, sadly, none out of the 1.2 billion people in India could come up with a plan good enough to be accorded funds out of the 1000 crore basket.

All day, each day, she strives to make a mark. To be better than she was yesterday. And someday we will coexist. Because he will realize that she would never treat him as badly as he treated her.

Is she the one?

“There will be happy times. Sad times too. Times when she’ll be angry. Times when she’ll be fun. Times when you’ll know, she’s the one!

She may not hear you always, but she loves listening to you. She sometimes doesn’t stop talking, and at times she has nothing to say to you.

Every time you see her smile, promise yourself you’ll never let it fade. No matter how bad matters get, if you are with her, goodbye she’ll never bade.

She can very well carry on her life without you, but she still chooses to keep you in hers. Shower her with love and care, a word of affection here and there, and you’ll see her be forever yours.”

To those who’ve found the one, don’t let her go!

Celebrating Womanhood? You decide.

“… Her heels clicking on the tarmac, the street lights lighting her path ahead, talking over the phone while walking down the deserted by-lane to reach the safe havens of her home, she wished her friend a “Happy Women’s Day” and kept the line. Another 5 minutes and she would be home, she thought. She heard an oncoming bike and looked sideways to see if there was space to weave through the footpath occupiers. Finding none, she continued walking ahead, expecting the biker to be careful enough not to hurt her. But the bike came and stopped just near her, surprising her and causing her foot to twist while she fell on the footpath. She looked up angrily to see two pairs of eyes leering at her. The anger gave way to fear. The screeching bike had woken some of the beggars and within seconds, which felt like hours, one of those young lads came to help her get back on her feet. Several of them came and stood beside her. Her phone vibrated. An incoming message, announcing  ‘A 3-day special discount in celebration of Women’s Day.’ …”
 
Yes, there’s inequality. Yes, there’s commercialization. Yes, there’s tyranny. Yes, there’s irony.
 
But, above all, there’s hope.
 
Happy Women’s Day.

 

Can love feel incomplete?

In this digital age of love, is it too much to ask if I want your hand in mine and not my phone…

If I want you in front of me and not my laptop…

If I want to have your favorite chocolate with you and not just send you pictures of it…

If I want to see that wink on your face, not just the emoticon you send…

If I want you to spend  my happy moments with me, not hear about it later…

If I want to call you by your name, not just look at my phone flashing it…

If I want to see you reading this, and not just imagine you breathing deeply…

If I want to see that smile on your face, and not just hear it over your call…

Is it too much?

 

Till death do us part…

Exactly a year ago, not everything ended well for Reeva Steenkamp, girlfriend of famous Paralympic Oscar Pistorius, the Posh and Becks couple of South Africa.

She was found dead in the arms of her love. Oscar looked shattered. Their place was a mess, his clothes blood-soaked, the bathroom door broken, her body riddled with bullets, cricket bats and guns lying around. The world was divided. Still is. Some say it was premeditated. Some say it was accidental.

Twist of fate.

I say it was sad. Sad for Reeva, Oscar, their families, friends. Sad for the ones who had to closely witness something so heart-wrenching on a day of love. Sad for the innumerable people who lost their inspiration in Oscar that day. Which man in his right frame of mind would premeditate the murder of his girlfriend in a manner he knew would point back right at him? And a man with Oscar’s courage and mental strength, which got him game ready to compete against able-bodied athletes at the Olympics, definitely has the right frame of mind.

But I am not defending him. He has lost a lot. And so has Reeva.

He his love. She her life.

Maybe love for Oscar will never be the same again. This day definitely won’t.

Maybe he will learn to live with what happened that day. With what he did. With the life he took away.

Maybe Reeva will forgive him for what happened. Maybe already has. Maybe he knows. Maybe he’ll come to terms with it.

A lot of maybe’s, a lot of hope, a lot of strength, a lot of empathy.

For the way things ended. For them. Between them.

Not everything ends well…

Picture Courtesy — http://healingoutcomes.com

Near… Yet So Far.

You do not acknowledge it,
You may not recognize it,
We’ve been this way for really long,
Maybe us being happy together was too much of a misfit!
 
We’re as close as blood relations can get,
At one time, for my actions, you would vet,
Bonds shattered, smiles dashed,
To leave us, you’re all set.
 
I may not be able to say it aloud,
Yet my heart keeps beating out loud,
To wish you a really happy life ahead,
Wedding bells and chimes the only sound.
 
 

R.I.P English

All through these years, I’ve never been in favour of belittling others or ridiculing others for their wobbly hold of the English language. Primary reason being, these people are aware of their weakness and are often trying to get past it.

 

However, in the past few days, I’ve come across mispronunciations and wrong usage of words, with such shameful confidence, I cannot help but put it down in the pages of social networking history!

 

I’ll cite the best of the lot:

 

— I heard a guy say on the microphone, while he was on stage, at the podium and in view of the entire audience, use the word important as an adjective for himself. Sadly, he silenced the letter ‘R’ in the word important. Rest, is up to you to understand!

 

— While explaining duties to volunteers at some event, one of the persons handling the event, said “Be benevolent to the guests.” Sounds good, doesn’t it? Not when you hear him say the same thing more than four times! Just using BIG words does not make you good at the language. Sometimes, words like respectful, helpful, cooperative also help.

 

— Then, he misses out the ‘damn’ from the phrase ‘any God-damn thing’. Although, I appreciate your willingness to not use the word ‘damn’ in front of women, the phrase ‘any God  thing’, sounds a little more than incomplete.

 

— Saving the best for the last, where a guy used the word ‘eligible’ for (drum roll! Ta da ta da dum!) ‘liable’. So what he said was something like, “If anything goes wrong, remember you will be eligible for it!”

 

Need I say more, folks? Let’s keep silence for a minute, please. R.I.P English.

 

 

 

God’s Grace!

As I stand here stranded,
My stomach churning with pain,
Of sadness and disbelief,
I wait for the light,
To carve my path out of the tunnel.

I cannot speak to the souls around me,
They won’t understand one bit,
They have their backs turned to me,
Leaving me all alone.

Man is a social being we say,
Yet here I am,
With so many around me,
No one to cup my tears.

My dwindling faith now lies,
In the hopes of your greatness,
Waiting for the unfathomable and immeasurable,
Strength of your mere presence.

As you throw your light,
The darkness around flutters away,
I notice that the backs to me,
Were to protect me from the horrors of the way.

As I wipe my tears,
I see the gnashes they’ve suffered,
And I realize I’ll pray next time,
For what you think I need, rather than what I think I want.

Raw emotions. Inked.

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