Saturday, March 31, 2012

The Mouth-shut!


You ask me to keep my mouth shut ; you are stronger than me.
What i say is wrong : what i say shouldn't be heard.
I stay quite, because my voice isn't important.
I stay quite, because I'm not you.
How can I spill the words of my mere existence when
it's you who decide who I am.
I let you admire the girl with her miniskirt on, reading the news of
some girlchild burnt alive in the villages of Vidharbha.
I let you sing praising carols for our feminist neighbour
whose courage you applaud.
But I'm not any of them ;
I'm simply the one you ask me to be;
I'm just a mouth-shut me
and yes, a weaker-than-you me.

Grooms for sale



The most common business, we, the people of the great nation of India are engaged in is none other than the business of 'marriage'.  The dictionary defines marriage as 'the social institution under which a man and woman establish their decision to live as husband and wife by legal commitments, religious ceremonies, etc.' Had this been its true meaning, marriage would never have been turned into such a 'profit-making' business. Even when the world is being sunk in the flood of global economic crisis, there is no denial of the fact that the 'demand' and 'supply' in this business are unaltered.


As human race developed, certain cultures and traditions developed, too. One among them was the concept of marriage. Although the institution of marriage pre-dates reliable recorded history, many cultures have legends or religious beliefs concerning the origins of marriage. All major religions have strong views regarding marriage. Looking at the topic from an indian perspective, marriage has turned out to be nothing less than merely a contract  between the spouses, and/or their parents, where the groom is sold for wallets, bags or sacks full of gold and money.


The dowry system is so deeply rooted in our culture, that sometimes one feels that there's going to be no way out - at least not for another century. Even modern, well-educated families start saving up money for their daughter's dowry as soon as she is born, so what can one expect from the uneducated masses, whose only form of education is tradition? This has been the main reason  why girl children are not even allowed to be born, and are being killed inside the mother's womb. Experiences from my own encounters with incidents of dowry-related problems give crystal clear images of the painful destiny of Indian girls.


Though prohibited by law in 1961, the extraction of dowry from the bride's family, prior to marriage, still occurs. When the dowry amount is not found sufficient or is not forthcoming, the bride is often harassed, abused and her life made miserable. This abuse can escalate to the point where the husband or his family may even burn the bride. Such brutal incidents may not be shocking to the readers as they would already have come across with numerous similar cases, may be, even in their own neighbourhood. And still, the psyche of the mass has not an iota of guilt for what has been happening around.



In today's 'civilised' society, one who brings home basket full of "Gandhis" from his spouse's family and has a wife who is a 'portable jewellery shop', is one who is held in high esteem. In fact, such people don't even deserve the respect of street-beggars. Unfortunately, four among every six people in our society don't consider dowry a crime. Also,they have their lame excuses to justify themselves. It is time for such absurd and fatuous senseless people to wake up. It is high time our society realises the evils of dowry and fights against them.  


The youth has a big role to play against this social menance. If they strive hard against the evil deed of dowry, a society with less exploitation and extortion against women is not far away. Let them dare to raise their voice against dowry, even if , they are going against the idea of their own parents.  Let's, at least, the girls  stand up and raise our voices against the people who demand cash and kind  for holding our hands.


Dowry is a crime against the society. It is a crime, legally, socially and religiously. Those who support it are criminals. Are you one of them? Why still be iniquitous citizens?


End of living, beginning of survival





 As we spend our days in this hectic world, the youth of today have long forgotten their duties towards the nation. The incidents that have been taking place in our localities, themselves, are the manifestations due to the aggressive attitude of the irresponsible youth. The society, itself, has now been a helpless victim running on the wheels of the harangues of political parties and blackmoney holders.

 The main objective of these culprits, however, is to inject the minds of our youth with the venom of communalism and violence. Whatever may the intention of these self-proclaimed 'saviors' of the society be, it all ends up in the destruction of the potential and caliber of our youth. They who are supposed to be the responsible citizens of the future, are thus destroyed by all means. They are radically converted into beasts who turn out to be a curse for the harmony in the society.

One of the most dangerous attitude is the rising religious intolerance. Listening to the news of young men being stabbed and attacked in the name of religion has now become very common, indeed. There was once a time when people belonging to different sections and religions of the society, lived in complete harmony and peace. Such a society, in today's concepts, is very near to being Utopian. Nobody dreams for an ultimate perfectibility of the world, though. But those who are screwed into beasts have already converted our nation into a graveyard. There is onething they must remember; the detrimental actions they take for fulfilling their greeds have had adverse affects on the lives of the innocent people- the so called 'vote banks'.


 Nobody really thinks of how much a successful nation India can be if the youth are recognised as the valuable assests of the nation. They are more often seen as puppets under the hands of the powerful ones. They don't really realise that they are being used up as weapons by those who bank on the religion card. Going by the population census reports of 2001, 40% of the present Indian population are those below 16 years of age. There are many ways by which the present situation of our nation can be changed. Numerous modifications are made each year in the field of education. If the students are taught subjects that can arouse objects of patriotism and nationalism, alongwith academic subjects, a dramatic change can be seen in changing the attitude of the youth. Like the children are taught religious lessons, parents must also take up the responsibility of instilling the principles of nationalism and religious tolerance in the child. Afterall, the fact that all religions convey the common message of peace, should not be forgotten.

As a new generation grows , may the Almighty help us to dream of a beautiful India, where we are Indians- no matter a Muslim or a Hindu, a Christian or a Sikh. Let this be the end of survival and the beginning of living'.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

When you know not what to write!



You say you haven't written for a while,
you take a pen and paper.
This time you begin with the story of the Nile;
But then you switch to vapour!
Again you stop, and move to the window
to write about its panes.
But you feel so odd, and shift to Lindow;
and start describing its lanes.
Again the paper is thrown to the bin;
crumbled like a pie.
Then you leave the chair with a grin,
to let your craving pass by.






Monday, September 19, 2011

My cocaine


It's you that intoxicate my veins
when I lay lost in the cradle of darkness.
Your breath is what I feel on my lips;
trembling for a touch of your warmth.

In your embrace shall I give up my life;
It's you that keep me addicted.
I crave for your scent, your sweat, your zeal.
You are my passion, my obsession, my all.

You are my cocaine,
My everlasting love..

Sunday, September 18, 2011

I'm Afraid of the Light..Not the Dark.


I glued my eyes out of the window,
counting the countless raindrops
that perished, touching the thirsty ground.
The darkness of the night gone by, was replaced
by the illusion of distressing fluorescence.
This very light pierced through my eyes, it ripped my heart off.

The language of tears was forgotten;
I no longer knew to cry.
It made me wild; this very luminiscense.
I was always afraid of the light.
I wished it was night again;
my moaning was no longer a sign of distress, then!

I smelt of blood..

Admist the shattered roads of destiny,
I stood not knowing where to head.
The pages of my life had fluttered
as if by the winds that roared
ruthlessly at the dark ways I decided to take..

It was remorse that I saw, I heard and I tasted;
I was trapped within the walls of regret
that grew closer, each passing minute.
I was being crushed, I know;
for how I had decided my past to be.

Drought had taken over me,
I felt dry, I smelt the blood
of anguish cover me red.
I was battered by my own conscience;
My limbs were knotted, I felt immobile.

The elixir of my life evaporated
with the sweat I shed.
The walls came nearer,
the sword of suffocation slit my throat.
I smelt of blood, and the fragrance wouldn't fade..