To that nameless person, to that one person for a lifetime
To you I show me, my true bearings
Between you and me, a lifetime passes
For it is you, this lifetime exists
To that nameless person, to that one person for a lifetime
For you I become a mirror, a true reflection of your soul
A soul full of childlike vigor and innocence
A soul given to me; to be cared, loved endlessly
To that nameless person, to that one person for a lifetime
For us; we stand connected, by a bond beyond universe
For us; we exist, build, create and nurture the timelessness
For us; we unite in ways that humans and life has not known
To that nameless person, to that person for a lifetime
For you I bind the world inside my hand
For me; you turn the world inside out
Together we dance to the song of heavens above
To that nameless person, to that person for a lifetime
If being is believing and knowing is truth
If either you or me cease to flow
We gain our name and place on earth
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Checking out Assets…..
Checking out Assets…..
What assets am I talking about? Financial assets, movable or immovable assets? Well as politically correct/incorrect it might sound; this is a sound off for men checking out women’s assets…
Well all male readers, I am not saying every male on this earth does this…there are a few of them I hope who do not do it.
What is it about men, who at the very appearance of women, start rolling their eyes and zero in their view on those so called assets that women hold in them as part of their structural, skeletal, and physiological make up, this fascinates men to no end. Let me get straight to the point, If a woman with a good shaped breasts walks about or a tiny, part of her cleavage is exposed or in simpler terms not covered by a piece of garment, then men take it upon them to give a nice long look at it before they look at you…or they fix their line of vision on it and never move a bit and stand still (vision) continuing to talk, walk, smile or engage in some other activity. Well I have heard men passing comments about how well or bad it looks, men rating these assets and then when you start walking past them, they take a look at your assets that lies below your lowest vertebrae and likewise rate it or have a nice look at it. So all women are object of sexual fantasy, the purpose of woman is to provide or offer this pleasure.
Well, who are these men, how do they look, where do they come from? Good question! He might be a working professional right at your workplace, a stranger in the lift, a man riding his bike, the guy next to your auto at traffic signal, men traveling by buses, then those men who accompany their wives to the shopping mall- she is busy checking out clothes and he walks behind her, checking assets. Likewise men in restaurants, supermarkets, bus conductors, they are anywhere, everywhere; clad in trousers, lungi, shorts, jeans etc.
Many men might argue that, women seek attention. They wear clothes in a way that it evokes this kind of response in them. Very simple, see it from a woman’s perspective, some one with broad shoulder’s cannot wear a closed neck line, it’s a fashion disaster, so open necklines and deep necklines cuts off broad shoulders and makes them look nice. It is like your law of gravity or Newton’s law; this is, one of those laws that women follow for dressing up well or in a simpler sense; wearing the right clothes. So wearing a V neck at my workplace is banned, only round necks, and collared tee’s. I am being denied the right to wear V neck, as it is conveniently termed as inappropriate style at workplace.
Just a thought -does it work the other way around, say for an instance, if a woman wishes to play this on a man. Let me just say a woman is checking out a man’s assets, the size the shape and all of it. God damn he gets turned on ….I wonder, what will happen!
Well well, so men are tuned to look at a woman’s assets. And women are tuned for what?
What assets am I talking about? Financial assets, movable or immovable assets? Well as politically correct/incorrect it might sound; this is a sound off for men checking out women’s assets…
Well all male readers, I am not saying every male on this earth does this…there are a few of them I hope who do not do it.
What is it about men, who at the very appearance of women, start rolling their eyes and zero in their view on those so called assets that women hold in them as part of their structural, skeletal, and physiological make up, this fascinates men to no end. Let me get straight to the point, If a woman with a good shaped breasts walks about or a tiny, part of her cleavage is exposed or in simpler terms not covered by a piece of garment, then men take it upon them to give a nice long look at it before they look at you…or they fix their line of vision on it and never move a bit and stand still (vision) continuing to talk, walk, smile or engage in some other activity. Well I have heard men passing comments about how well or bad it looks, men rating these assets and then when you start walking past them, they take a look at your assets that lies below your lowest vertebrae and likewise rate it or have a nice look at it. So all women are object of sexual fantasy, the purpose of woman is to provide or offer this pleasure.
Well, who are these men, how do they look, where do they come from? Good question! He might be a working professional right at your workplace, a stranger in the lift, a man riding his bike, the guy next to your auto at traffic signal, men traveling by buses, then those men who accompany their wives to the shopping mall- she is busy checking out clothes and he walks behind her, checking assets. Likewise men in restaurants, supermarkets, bus conductors, they are anywhere, everywhere; clad in trousers, lungi, shorts, jeans etc.
Many men might argue that, women seek attention. They wear clothes in a way that it evokes this kind of response in them. Very simple, see it from a woman’s perspective, some one with broad shoulder’s cannot wear a closed neck line, it’s a fashion disaster, so open necklines and deep necklines cuts off broad shoulders and makes them look nice. It is like your law of gravity or Newton’s law; this is, one of those laws that women follow for dressing up well or in a simpler sense; wearing the right clothes. So wearing a V neck at my workplace is banned, only round necks, and collared tee’s. I am being denied the right to wear V neck, as it is conveniently termed as inappropriate style at workplace.
Just a thought -does it work the other way around, say for an instance, if a woman wishes to play this on a man. Let me just say a woman is checking out a man’s assets, the size the shape and all of it. God damn he gets turned on ….I wonder, what will happen!
Well well, so men are tuned to look at a woman’s assets. And women are tuned for what?
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Dream a little Dream of Me.....
Dream a little Dream of Me…
(This line is borrowed from one my favorite sound track)
I dream of a day when all I have to do is just be me, my true self…
Right now I dream of having this super hot guy in my life and just be hopelessly in love with him and do some silly mindless things….and then I also want to WORK really hard to keep my pocket full….I dream that I get to blow up money like onion peels….and then obviously cry about it when I am finished….oh also been wanting to loose WEIGHT…does anybody know a genie who can do this over night…well bikes and four wheels later I would like to go about the country, park, perch, roadside khaana, you know tht lip smacking yummy street corner food, meat, fried stuff, colas, dhaba’s vegetables, chaat, tea stalls later. Hang out of the buses, tickets and conductors and curious onlookers. I mean the experience of just being among human beings, unlike the one I see at workplace, you know right - those formal clad men and women, shitting at the computer and doing some earth shattering work…and getting paid peanut peels coz these days it difficult get paid peanuts, but then those couchy days a gazillion feel good movies, kisses, love and later get transported to a land of hot men and perfectly romantic partners …and boom then talking left & right and telling them about back, front and center of issues, things, people to FRIENDS, and cry and strategic decision making after being feminist and cracking the code of conduct later and dreaming of soft sheets and add a man to that package later doing stuff and after hard head banging music to plans of globe trotting, bungee jumping, skydiving , soaking up the feeling of many places that seem distantly far with lack of roads connecting my dream places and expensive out of reach air travel…I take auto from home to work and back and forth with share auto with many more humans and loads of aliens later, dosai, watermelon juice, fired prawns, vodka shots, bottoms up, 6 X 10 hostel rooms with a rummate, books, library and a man to add a zing; getting sloshed and securing distinction after , nothing in any particular order.
(This line is borrowed from one my favorite sound track)
I dream of a day when all I have to do is just be me, my true self…
Right now I dream of having this super hot guy in my life and just be hopelessly in love with him and do some silly mindless things….and then I also want to WORK really hard to keep my pocket full….I dream that I get to blow up money like onion peels….and then obviously cry about it when I am finished….oh also been wanting to loose WEIGHT…does anybody know a genie who can do this over night…well bikes and four wheels later I would like to go about the country, park, perch, roadside khaana, you know tht lip smacking yummy street corner food, meat, fried stuff, colas, dhaba’s vegetables, chaat, tea stalls later. Hang out of the buses, tickets and conductors and curious onlookers. I mean the experience of just being among human beings, unlike the one I see at workplace, you know right - those formal clad men and women, shitting at the computer and doing some earth shattering work…and getting paid peanut peels coz these days it difficult get paid peanuts, but then those couchy days a gazillion feel good movies, kisses, love and later get transported to a land of hot men and perfectly romantic partners …and boom then talking left & right and telling them about back, front and center of issues, things, people to FRIENDS, and cry and strategic decision making after being feminist and cracking the code of conduct later and dreaming of soft sheets and add a man to that package later doing stuff and after hard head banging music to plans of globe trotting, bungee jumping, skydiving , soaking up the feeling of many places that seem distantly far with lack of roads connecting my dream places and expensive out of reach air travel…I take auto from home to work and back and forth with share auto with many more humans and loads of aliens later, dosai, watermelon juice, fired prawns, vodka shots, bottoms up, 6 X 10 hostel rooms with a rummate, books, library and a man to add a zing; getting sloshed and securing distinction after , nothing in any particular order.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
What to Name it?
The man-woman relationship as I know it (Observed from seeing, listening and growing up watching my parents go about their lives) was so fine, filled with warmth, a bond that symbolized the coming together of two human beings, two souls, equals and none over powering or dominating the other. Given this background, where I was raised to believe that we were all humans who happened to be born as male and female, I always do and react to things, incidents, situations, customs and rights, wrongs, etc on purely humane basis.
The world around us is so narrow minded and shameless that it goes about stereotyping or labeling almost everything and anything as male thing and female thing, even the food we consume is differentiated as preferred by male and female.
Why almost every time asking for respect, dignity and equality in a relationship is thrashed as being arrogant and feminist? (Signifies not upholding the rules of the patriarchal society – read it family, blood mates, friends etc) I am appalled to see people from so called liberated and broad minded upbringing completely turn tables –Ah how can they not turn tables – Male Ego!!!!! Only a man can have an ego- to be nurtured, fed, and massaged at anytime, every time, many times and always.
Why is it that every problem with in a man-woman relationship always scanned and magnified through a lens called a man’s world? A man in all of his relationships like that of a son, a brother, a friend, a husband and a father, a co-worker etc expects that problems be looked at from a MAN’S point of view. Are women incapable of making decisions, why should they conform to the inhuman rules, rituals and customs as laid down by the society. Then I ask what education is all about and not? Why this acquired knowledge and experience not utilized in reforming the society. Why do they look at a woman as a dependent being? This factor is driven into all situations, circumstances and instances in the life. A woman cannot be an independent being, nor exist as a normal human being.
Now quarter of a century on the earth, I am at point in my life, where many incidents in the recent past have hurt this very principle of our lives.
It sounds like this:
Hey you woman, cracks appear, can’t you see, set it right.
Hey you woman, give in, submit, adhere; only you have to do it.
Hey you woman, for you are what you are only if the men in our lives feel right.
Hey you woman, no question of lifting your head high, bow down, surrender.
Hey you woman, for your giver, caretaker, all encompassing symbol of goodness, you cannot but conform to keep at it.
Hey you woman, speak up, but not so loud that the cracks seem so loud and clear
Hey you woman, speak down and save the face, not of yours and not ours but of others.
Hey you woman, bite your teeth, dig your feet deep, footloose is not for you.
Hey you woman, embrace, swallow the bitterness as it is for you to take.
Hey you woman, at the end of the night you are alone.
This is how I hear it:
Hey you woman, your father, mother, brother, sister, blood mates and all of us are mere onlookers.
Hey you woman, Can you not conform, can you not adhere, can you not give, not care.
Hey you woman, hold fast to your inner self, you can live, you can shout, you can cry.
Hey you woman, for you are not alone, a few dots of life here and there.
Hey you woman, lift your head high, look up, you will find me or someone or just anyone.
Hey you woman, walk in and out, take control.
Hey you woman, footloose, unbounded lives, you as your own master is all for you to take.
Hey you woman, pronounce, denounce, release, reveal, revel and breathe.
Hey you woman, does this all sound like a perfect human tale.
Hey you woman, this all for you and for the mankind.
Hey you woman, hey you woman, live it now, see it now.
Every cell in my body pains aches and bleeds in anger, frustration and in many more ways. In ways that could have been undone, with small steps taken by many mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, husbands and scores of others. It pierces right through my heart.
Ye all the educated, informed souls and all of them between these two states, leave your fattened cushions behind, raise, stand up, and look in the eye, say it right and say it now, do not smudge the reality. Nothing can be right and there cannot be a resolve if it’s a cover up, a cosmetic effort, masking of the truth, and selling your soul to something which is glaringly flawed. Six feet under, we are all one with the same, in the name of god.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
My Soul – Surviving the crushing forces……
As I sit down to write about me, the making of who I am today, I wonder where I should make my start…..
I look deep down and ask myself as to what gives my mind, soul and body the energy or whatever you term it; to experience all this and make me the person I am today - I do run through many events, incidents, accidents, random people, people of my own blood, all other things that have crossed my life and many more to come Is it the many untold incidents, dark stories of my life, stories of my past, or incidents of my growing up years or my friends, partners, or is it those many nameless relationships, or is the many random people or many random things that have come and gone?
For starters; identity, gender, religion, affiliation, discrimination, differentiation, division and segregation etc are never a part of my life or should I say, I refuse to fit into any of these bounded situations. Self-discipline is the only yardstick with which I measure my actions. I am free soul, not tied down by the laws, rules, regulations, structures, fabrics, layers, customs, and rituals of our society. It is this energy or free will with in me that constructs my own being of self in this world. I will remain this free soul, free of all limitations.
Where do I go from here? This freewill with in me is constantly being pounded, and bombarded with the forces of this society, day in and day out. Should I succumb to these forces I ask myself, and then I stand up and choose to live life this way, the way I feel is right, safe, good or whatever. Does this mean; I am an outright self-centered human being? Do I have to feel bad and feel guilty for not fitting into everyone’s expectations? No, I say to all of you who raise your voice and hand against me. I will not take that path and succumb. The only principle I believe, I live for is that of “Humanity”.
This freewill inside me will never give up nor will follow the many paths that for centuries our ancestors have left behind, I will draw my own path, I will fall and raise, learn and unlearn, love and hate, live and die, the way I feel is right. For it is me, the spirit in me, has the right to decide who I am and who I choose to be and the way I choose to live my life……
I look deep down and ask myself as to what gives my mind, soul and body the energy or whatever you term it; to experience all this and make me the person I am today - I do run through many events, incidents, accidents, random people, people of my own blood, all other things that have crossed my life and many more to come Is it the many untold incidents, dark stories of my life, stories of my past, or incidents of my growing up years or my friends, partners, or is it those many nameless relationships, or is the many random people or many random things that have come and gone?
For starters; identity, gender, religion, affiliation, discrimination, differentiation, division and segregation etc are never a part of my life or should I say, I refuse to fit into any of these bounded situations. Self-discipline is the only yardstick with which I measure my actions. I am free soul, not tied down by the laws, rules, regulations, structures, fabrics, layers, customs, and rituals of our society. It is this energy or free will with in me that constructs my own being of self in this world. I will remain this free soul, free of all limitations.
Where do I go from here? This freewill with in me is constantly being pounded, and bombarded with the forces of this society, day in and day out. Should I succumb to these forces I ask myself, and then I stand up and choose to live life this way, the way I feel is right, safe, good or whatever. Does this mean; I am an outright self-centered human being? Do I have to feel bad and feel guilty for not fitting into everyone’s expectations? No, I say to all of you who raise your voice and hand against me. I will not take that path and succumb. The only principle I believe, I live for is that of “Humanity”.
This freewill inside me will never give up nor will follow the many paths that for centuries our ancestors have left behind, I will draw my own path, I will fall and raise, learn and unlearn, love and hate, live and die, the way I feel is right. For it is me, the spirit in me, has the right to decide who I am and who I choose to be and the way I choose to live my life……
Saturday, April 18, 2009
April Days I call Them
April Days I call Them
I keep counting on and on,
The days of April I call them,
My fingers keep moving, the air is very tense
It bears some signs; of past, present
A sense of timelessness
I dread these April days
It makes breathing, sleeping, waking,
Eating and everything very difficult
It almost chokes me
April days I call them
Try as I may
I can never grow out of it
I age, gray, wrinkle and get wiser
I refuse to grow, time stands still
April days I call them
Try as I may
Like a little child
I still pray to my god and cry
For the light to come
Dream of my father walking back into my life
Try as I may
I let it take me away
Engulf me into the middle of it
My face, my smile, my actions
All of it heavily strained
With the feeling, pain and smell of death
Try as I may
To shut it out
I let it swallow me
Until the day, the moment passes
I come back to life,
Blood slowly washing away the numbness, emptiness, tears, and pain
Try as I may
Not to feel for the touch,
That eternal longing for the touch, the one I dream about
Then I ask my god, how long this wait will last
Will it pass or perhaps it will bleed until I cease to breathe
I keep counting on and on,
The days of April I call them,
My fingers keep moving, the air is very tense
It bears some signs; of past, present
A sense of timelessness
I dread these April days
It makes breathing, sleeping, waking,
Eating and everything very difficult
It almost chokes me
April days I call them
Try as I may
I can never grow out of it
I age, gray, wrinkle and get wiser
I refuse to grow, time stands still
April days I call them
Try as I may
Like a little child
I still pray to my god and cry
For the light to come
Dream of my father walking back into my life
Try as I may
I let it take me away
Engulf me into the middle of it
My face, my smile, my actions
All of it heavily strained
With the feeling, pain and smell of death
Try as I may
To shut it out
I let it swallow me
Until the day, the moment passes
I come back to life,
Blood slowly washing away the numbness, emptiness, tears, and pain
Try as I may
Not to feel for the touch,
That eternal longing for the touch, the one I dream about
Then I ask my god, how long this wait will last
Will it pass or perhaps it will bleed until I cease to breathe
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