Black Beauty

Thursday, June 12, 2008

They Couldn't See

They couldn’t see
For the distance parted them
But does it part our hearts too?


No they couldn’t see when tears rolled down
They just stood in judgement
Said I was wrong
But don’t they know me well?
No they couldn’t see when my heart pained beyond repair
They tried to mend what was broken already
Where were they when I needed them


Aah I remember ...they were too happy with their newfound joys and too sad with what they had lost
Should I have told them then?
Should I have told them what hurt me?
Should I have burdened their hearts already sensitized by life’s moves
Alas! I couldn’t for it would have been too much
I kept it from then but deep down I wished


I wished for them to know like I did
I wished for them to hear my sighs
I wished for them to feel my pain
I wished for them to gauge my discomfort
I wished……too much




Wednesday, April 02, 2008

I am traveling, wandering into a journey that I don’t know much about. It’s the beginning I guess and things will come along ..good ..bad I know not. I’m just moving forward and I don’t wanna regret taking this path, for it is me who has chosen to tread through these jungles of emotion.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Hmmm so this is like returning after a hibernation…no I was not hiding inside a cave living on fats stored in my body nor was I in a burrow preparing to give birth, I was just…being lazy.

Ok so now am back…for good I hope. The reason is Shashi Deshpande and her book..The Binding vine.

It talks about a woman who is caught between dealing with a dead child and the agony of another woman whose daughter has been raped. As if all this was not enough she comes to know that her mother-in-law was subjected to rape in marriage.

Life is unfair ..I read when I was a kid. Kid …I was a child once…then I became a girl and now a woman…(well almost ) but I am so happy, very happy that I am a woman. U know why? Because it saves me a lot of trouble. I am not scared of boys anymore…those nightmares that I used to get as a child, of me running in the dark, panting puffing, eyes bloodshot saliva dropping from my mouth…I could feel it, feel the heaviness in my legs, I couldn’t move them but I had to run , there was no choice. N then I saw them..3 of them or 4 maybe I couln’t see clearly in the dark n with my eyes all watery, the tears of fear and anguish… of frustration. I would keep asking myself why do I have to run? Why can’t they? So what if they are men? The darker sex so what? Why has God given them the right , the privilege , the authority to be able to subject a woman to this...RAPE.

Those were nightmares..just dreams thankfully I had a happy childhood and grew up to be a happy person. But not everyone has that luxury. Girls face sexual harassment from a very young age. Sometimes by their teachers, sometimes by relatives , neighbors or even complete strangers. I remember that scene from Monsoon wedding where shefali tells the family how her uncle had taken advantage of her when she was a little girl. Hmmm ‘taken Advantage’ why do we say that? Why advantage? Do we mean that molesting a girl, groping her and caressing her in all the wrong ways is advantage? But for who? The man isn’t it but that is my problem. We are wrong ..all of us, the ones who coined this term …he is wrong (n I say ‘he’ because I am sure it was not a woman) We make them feel that it is a good thing..an advantage, U see we use a positive word..THAT is WRONG. Read this
1) HE took advantage
2) SHE was wronged
So there goes , this is not just how we speak we also believe it. Don’t we? A girl is raped and HER life is ruined, the man , well the Fu#@%r just goes scott free. A man generously ACCEPTS a woman who was raped and he is made some sort of a demigod but have you ever heard of a woman ACCEPTING a man who committed rape? No! cuz the idiot will never have a swollen stomach. He will never give birth to the ‘burden’ , and there I digress again..A burden is it? A child ? really? Ok I understand that the child would remind the woman of the brutality she went through, the total disrespect of her being. Yes those memories will come back to her when she looks at the child. Her child. One can’t force a woman to show motherhood to a child born of wedlock let alone rape so no wonder such children don’t have a good childhood but what have they done to deserve this?
After writing all this…what do you think what picture am I trying to pose? Ok so if you are complete moron and can’t get what I have been trying to drum into your head since precisely 624 words (How I thank Bill uncle for these small tools) , I am trying to say that RAPE is bad.

But we think differently, we meaning the ‘younger’ generation. Younger meaning the progressive people. We support a woman who has been wronged. We detest a rapist. Good very good. All our sympathies are with a woman who was subjected to this vicious crime. Now think of this - ‘Rape in Marriage’ well this is what happens when u get married to a complete stranger because trust me a man will NOT wait to make u feel comfortable.(exceptions always exist) He has probably gotten married for one and only one reason so stop being wishful.
This is called an Abrupt ending…enjoy it till u can.

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Saturday, August 18, 2007


Yup its been long and I know I should have written before but…wht can I say …iam Lazy Ok now u knw. So it was a friends blog this time that prompted me to write this one(I am one woman who needs motivation I tell u). Cuz it made me think (n I think weird soooo ) n I came up with this lil story- read on-

Characters
Acchai ka keeda- Innocu
Keeda of self respect- Dignu
And Me :)

I was living in my small world with big (read retro size) rosy glasses and everything…was good. So to reciprocate to the goodness of this world (which of course is a delusion ) I nurtured this acchai ka keeda (urf innocu), yes I choose to call it that. Me n my keeda were living happily spreading goodness , making others happy, fighting for other ppl. Sadly I didn’t realize that my other keeda, the keeda of self respect urf dignu , was getting sidelined. Anyway I was too much in love with innocu so I fed him and fed him and overfed him. I boosted hi morale , there came a time when he became so huge , he needed more space to exist so he complained n I happily gave him the space that belonged to my Dignu. Dignu had to squeeze he had to move to a corner and curl up so that his head bends downwaard and he can fit into tht crampy space. He was sad and demoralized …but I didn’t care I thought Dignu was selfish, he only thought of MY benefit MY betterment oh god! how self-seeking. So innocu and me went around trying to change the world and ppl loved me (or so I thought) they would tell me everything , I was the confidante, I was their voice…how I bloated with pride n so did innocu. Dignu the underdog got crushed , he was ran over, tortured and even I treated him like an orphan. Innocu then multiplied and had kids and kept growing bigger and bigger…and bigger. He was too huge, his own body couldn’t sustain the weight. That was it. Bahut ho chukka …main bhi sorta irritate ho gayi thi , yaara kabhi kabhi apna bhi sochna hota hai bahut maar kha li , ppl had used me, hurt me and then left …all bcz of acchai ka keeda. I was angry and he was bloating. One day he died ...and a sad death haan he just burst open. Yup what a blast it was. But his kids were smart and they were new generation so they were figure conscious n all u see. They never put on too much weight , never grew too big in size. They made friends with Dignu and both lived in peace and harmony. The concept of interdependence had triumphed. Whenever one started growing into the others space they stopped eating and let the other grow. They realized that a balance is what is important…a healthy balance. And well ….so did I.

Moral of the story- Too much of anything is bad for health….the end is painful.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

so this is my first post for my beloved blog, although the reason to make this blog was only to post a comment on a friends blog. anywway this is gettin confusing n now that my blog is made i must confess that i was contemplating ( oh dont worry i get these bouts to use big words sometimes)with the idea of making one for myself and solely for the purpose of enlightening the most intelligent peole of the world( obviously the ones who will visit my blog) about myself i state this- iam a highly opinionated person who is not stupid enough to express her views in front of peole who have absolutely no knowledge of that subject. none whatsoever. Hence i shall do it here in the confines of this blog ....n hope some sane person visits it n comments...or better still debates about it. Besides this i think iam a genuine person iam sure iam a good friend and love my family to the hilt. Another very important part of my life are Dogs yup not just mine but any dog i just love em , iam a born animal lover n strongly believe that this world is a good place because these voiceless angels still exist on planet earth. well i have written lots ..huh so much for being concise. till the next time may all be blessed

be happy n love life

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