Thursday, November 24, 2011

Men Say YES

‘Men say no’ was the theme that was assigned to this blogathon.

I disagree! I will write about Men saying YES. Hold your horses, people; I don’t want anyone to say yes to domestic violence or anything of that sort. Confused? Read on.

In many households, whether urban or rural, women work. This work may be a necessity to earn their living, to supplement the household income or a choice to fill up their free time, a hobby or a passion that they wish to pursue outside the boundaries of the kitchen. Whatever the reason, many women work and are largely financially independent. They have a professional and social standing apart from being Mrs. So-n-so. Despite this social standing, however, there is one significant thing that is lacking: acceptance of this standing by their own husbands, in-laws, sometimes even their own families.

So what it boils down to is this: women not only face the proverbial glass ceiling at work, they also have to fight for acceptance by their own family. Many of these women, despite contributing to the family income, have little or no call in making financial decisions like investments or big purchases. Many of these women did not own a credit card until recently. Their technology too was usually ‘hand-me-down’ things from husbands or kids. It customarily is not the woman of the house that makes the final call in times of social or financial crises. And heaven forbid if the woman started to earn more than the man!!! What an injustice! A travesty! A reversal of the laws of Nature! “Thunderstrike and lightening please!”

Looking at the arranged marriage ‘market’, girls who are teachers or work ‘non-demanding’ jobs are highly sought after. The reason is simple. These girls can work, contribute to the family income but can still be relied upon to take care of the home n hearth. So in short, these girls represent the ‘best of both worlds’- independent enough but still connected by an umbilical cord to the home.

We as a country don’t take our working women seriously. We think of our women as cheap labour, not only paid less for the same amount of work but also not given credit where and when it is due.

Since cinema is a mirror of society, I will pull out two cases from the huge hit ‘Chak De India!’. The cases of captain Vidya Sharma and centre forward Preeti Sabharwal.

Vidya is not only the goalkeeper for the Indian Railways team; she has also been provided a government flat and a cushy job. She lands a place in the Indian National team as goalkeeper and later as captain, on her way to lead the Indian National team at the World Cup. Her in-laws and husband, however, remain unimpressed and are more concerned with her being able to fulfill her role as a dutiful daughter-in-law rather than her form and practice for the World Cup. Notwithstanding Vidya’s merits, they are almost ready to break off the marriage if she does not show up in time for a distant relative’s wedding. Clearly, household duties must take precedence over work and duty to the nation!

Preeti Sabharwal is the captain of the Chandigarh state team, plays centre forward (a very significant position, for those not clued in) for the Indian National Hockey Team and plays very well I might add. She is from a more urban setting with her parents obviously being well off. She is engaged to the Vice Captain of the Indian Cricket team. Still, to him, it is of no consequence that Preeti is ready to go to the World Cup. For him, their wedding is more important. He does not see the significance of Preeti’s job or her passion for it at any time. According to him, her ‘true’ destiny lies in becoming his wife! Her own identity is secondary.

Both cases are fictional, coming from a movie. But that does not in any way undermine the sad truth that lurks behind both of them. Women, no matter how successful or accomplished, are somehow programmed to sacrifice their careers and ambitions for the sake of their husband’s career or ego or both. Another important point highlighted from the cases is that this mindset is not of the illiterate, less educated, lower middle class or upper middle class. It spans society as a whole, cutting across the class or education barriers.

These, of course, are big important scenarios. Talking about simple things like driving on the road. Being a woman driver on a Delhi road makes the harrowing experience all the more taxing. The men simple adore playing truant around a woman driver. They just have to overtake from the wrong side, just have to pass comments, and just have to show her that she does not belong in the driver’s seat.

So while the men are not physically hurting the women in these scenarios, and there are no scars, beatings or bruises involved, the hurt is deeper and transcends generations. Male children are ingrained with the philosophy that they hold a more significant place in society than their sisters, that their arrival in the world is a greater cause for celebration than their sisters’ was.

It is now time for the men to break the mindset and accept that they are in no way the superior sex. They are a half of God’s best creation. The other half is equally important. It is only when the halves stand together that they make up the whole. In this blog, I am not arguing as a feminist or a chauvinist. I have no time for any of the ‘ists’ of the world. I only believe in the human race. I only believe in ‘humanists’. I plead the sanctity of the human race as a whole. And it is this that I want people to consider.

So then I ask the men to step up and say YES.

YES to equal pay for equal work

YES to empowered women

YES to sharing household responsibilities equally

YES to women drivers, engineers, pilots and bankers or any other careers for that matter

YES to learning some sportsman spirit and giving up this game of one-upmanship that is being played continuously

So let’s get the men to man up and accept that their masculinity is not threatened by a capable and intelligent woman. Let the men say YES to marriage as a symbiotic relationship and not a parasitic one.

This Blog is part of the Men Say No Blogathon, encouraging men to take up action against the violence faced by women.

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Friday, September 30, 2011

Just Another Day

I close the book on a phase tonight
I can't call it a night
Though the moon has set already
And the sun knocks on the door,
I can't call it a night.


The one I love is here
He does not know I love him
He does not know what to call me
He does not even know I am here
He does not know I exist.


He sees me from the corner of his eye
It searches for someone else,
I just happen to be
A part of the view.


He looks, he talks
I look on
mesmerised.......


He wants to step in Plato's shoes.
He looks into my eyes,
Platonic, he says.
Something dies inside me
But I don't look away
I need, but an excuse to be around him.


The flower of friendship blooms
Our hands nuture it together.
A love takes root in my heart
I nourish it with my soul.


I am here in the big city
Life moves fast here.
I want to join the milling crowds.
I feel that I am left behind,
I feel the world forgot to take me along,
It goes on without me.


He dives into the city head on,
He glows like a star.
The world waits for him,
The world waits on him.
I watch as he shines
I watch him glow
from behind the curtain.
I work behind the curtain,
I enrich
I nourish
But I stay within the shadows.


He glows
He shines
He lights up the night sky
Like a firework.
In his grandeur,
I am but a tiny speck
A fleck of dust
That he brushes away.


I retreat into the shadows
Though I stop not my work.
I see him burn out,
He is but a firework.
He falls to the ground,
He falls with the ashes.
I am here,
The speck of dust.
I am here to pick up the pieces.


He does not want me around

He chooses another

He chose another.

He chose another

To love

He chose another

As his best companion

He chose

Another.




I disconnect

I am going to be strong,

I will leave

And I do.

I am now away.

I don't want him to find me.

But the world knows me now.

I am a new person now.



I thought he would have let go

I thought he would have given up on my soul.

But it is still with him,

Even when he does not know it.



He has crashed on the road of life.

I am here

To pick up the pieces again.

One piece of him draws blood.

I flee

But a piece remains in me.



He comes looking

For the missing piece.

Instead he finds me.

I wish to draw back,

I might get hurt again

But something draws me

Draws me back to where he was standing.



I am now his

He is mine.

The bond is unshakeable

It grows stronger with time.

It is the stuff of angels

The way he loves me

And I love him.

I know it is the stuff of angels.



Destiny is cruel

It snatches me away.

I look upon him

From my home in the sky.

I'd give anything to say

What had reamined unsaid.

Anything to do again

What came undone.



I loved you with all my heart,

Even when you didn'n love me.

I loved you

Even when you scorned me.

I will keep loving you

Even when you stop loving me.

When I look back

You are what I cherish the most.

And though I am away

And it seems like I disconnected

I am still there

In your heart;

Never for once forgetting

It is the abode I treasure the most.

P.S. I speak here as Emma Morley, the leading lady in the movie One Day. Though I saw the movie a while ago, I only got around to writing this today. Emma Morley is one character that I have identified with in a long time. That said, I didn't understand her love for Dexter Mayhew, which is why though this poem expresses Emma, it may not be able to do justice to Emma's love for Dexter.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The happily Never afters

I was watching the Hugh Grant, Julia Roberts starer 'Notting Hill' for the nth time today, after a very long gap I might add. It is one of my favourite romantic comedies of all times.


But when I watched it today, I didn't feel the exhilaration I have felt when I watched it earlier. I realised I had a problem with the ending. That is not how it happens in real life. The guy does not come dashing through the traffic to accept his mistake. In real life, the story ends when Anna (Roberts) leaves the shop after being turned down.


I am not blaming the guys in this piece. Girls are do that equally. What I am blaming are the movies, the songs, the books (some of them). Who can, in the real world, claim to have found true love? The kind that all the songs and movies keep talking about. As in the light headed, floating in the air, rose tinted glasses kind? I think this whole thing can be equated to one particular character- Edward Cullen. He is, by far, the best analogy I could find. Edward is a dream for every woman but he is exactly that- a dream. He does not exist in real life. It is also what can be precisely said of the whole 'true love' phenomenon- it does not exist in real life.



Where have you seen spectacular admissions of love like you have in 'Notting Hill', 'Someone like You' or even 'Jab We Met'? They are just fantasies. I would classify them with something like Star Wars- brilliantly done, excellent creativity BUT does not have an ounce of truth to it. And most people, like the fanboys of Star Wars, believe in the fantasy and hope it is true when it never will be, leading to nothing more than depression in all parties involved.

I am tempted to quote a line from a movie (which is true, for once) 'Love and Other Disasters'- "True love is a conspiracy between the music, film and book industries. Where is it except in books, movies and songs?"

For as I see around myself, it is always a happily Never after all the time.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Its time to bloom

Waking up this morning,
I felt the ray dance on my cheek,
The dew gave me a kiss.
I closed my eyes again
And made a wish.

The snow has melted away,
I have been buried too long,
I opened my eyes
And winked at the sun.

Its been a long winter,
I slept through it.
Its time to wake up now,
Its time to bloom.

The sleep was filled with many nightmares
And many pleasant dreams.
But I want to forget all of them now,
Dreams are, after all, a part of sleep.
They don't last longer than that.

It is now time
Time to bloom,
Time for a new life,
Time to shake off the past
Time to open the eyes towards a new sun.
The time to rise
And shine like the sun.

I bow down
And thank God
For the gift of life
And the gifts of love
That I receive from all around.
I thank Him for every little thing
That I have been blessed with.

I dont want
To be stuck in the past,
I have to clear out
All of it
That still remains in me.
I have spent enough time
Buried in it,
Trying without success
To get out.
The sun has finally decided to shine
It has released by bonds.

It is now time
To rise and shine.
It is now time
To step up
And take my place under the sun.

It is time!