NOT ALL MEN ARE THE SAME

Scared to walk on lonely roads

Darkness tells me the haunted notes

Might be one or a bunch of men

With a creepy grin or a shabby van

Will drag me to a lively hell

Will lock me in their evil shell

Box of sweets and loads of love

He cares for me and my stuff

Remembers to make me feel totally safe

From all the roughs he makes me escape

Some are good and some are full of shame

Yes my world, not all men are the same

Years of love and true promises

Ample of care and lovely kisses

So much of respect and many amends

One day everything goes to end

Just few days later, jerking off with someone else

Those years were a bad joke and betrayal smells

Jumped from one city to another impromptu

Listens to my shit whenever some crap I do

Just a call or a text away lives his advice

Totally honest and completely wise

Some are boneless and some have bold frame

Yes my world, not all men are the same

Criticize us for everything which goes wrong

Beat us harshly and they claim to be strong

Trusting on old stereotypes

They live on us like parasites

Think that we are not equal to them

All our efforts they badly condemn

Fight with us when we boldly take a stand

Support us with whatever we demand

Make us laugh out loud when we are sad

They are proud of us and feel truly glad

Some believe in us and some simply blame

Yes my world, not all men are the same

7 REASONS BEHIND WHY IT IS NOT SO DIFFICULT TO SURVIVE AS A YOUNG WOMAN IN INDIA

THE GOLDEN CAGE

Daily I wake up with the news of children and women being raped. Every morning the first thing which I do is to open the news app on my phone and all I read is about this - “A 5 year old raped in a school van”, “A 13 year old abducted and raped in Surat”, even before the morning prayers or even before taking a dump, I have to face the harsh reality of my life – the world is not safe and apparently I am on the suffering end.

But not to worry, I live in a safe cage made by my well wishers. They will cut my freedom and protect me, nothing can happen to me.

WE DON’T HAVE TO DECIDE OUR CLOTHES; THE SOCIETY DOES THAT FOR US

I am not supposed to wear indecent clothes, if I do so I won’t be allowed to step out of the hostel. Here, the term “indecent clothes” encapsulates sleeveless tops or something whose length is above my ankle. So even if the temperature outside is too high, I am forced to wear fully covered and suffocating jeans/ pyjamas.

You might be thinking -why?? Because if I show a bit of extra skin, I will get raped or worse, the boys of my college will get distracted. They can’t ask guys to not to look at us in a wrong way as they all believe in- “men, will be men”; but asking us to choose our clothes according to the society we live in, is an easier task to do.

Hence, just to save my non-obligation certificate, I have to choose not to retaliate and wear those so called “decent” clothes. Haah! look it’s so easy.

WE DON’T REALLY HAVE TO GO OUT AT NIGHT

I love partying and travelling, and for that I have my indoor pyjama parties and a travel channel on TV to satisfy my needs. Because, if I step out of my home (or second home) after 7:00 pm (yea, for me the in-time is seven) it will be really difficult for the men to control their hormones and the authorities are handicapped enough for not being able to protect me after 7.

It’s okay! I can totally control my dreams with respect to the in-time and pray that one day for me to have a peaceful walk at night, will come under my country’s budget.

THE CULTURE SAGA

If I hang out alone with any of my male friend while wearing something like- denim shorts (OMG too much skin show :O), the whole day I will have to deal with long lasting stares and struggling Indian Idols trying to sing amazing item songs, especially for me. If I am lucky on that day, then an uncle or aunty will stop by and will teach me about something like “You should follow our culture” (Yes, you guessed it correctly! An uncle gave me a lecture on Tamil culture recently.). I am still wondering which thing is more against the culture - the clothes or hanging out alone with a male friend?

Oh yeah, these are the perks of aberration.

MONEY BALL         

When I switch on the TV, there will be these amazing stars of our generation making money by objectifying women. All I can do is to frown. The same uncles and aunties will be dancing on the tunes of those songs in the parties and weddings. Now, where did those amazing and knowledgeable talks about the supreme culture go?

It’s okay, who cares about all of this? Let’s dance, enjoy and have fun. Consequently, our sons will do the same.

WE DON’T HAVE TO STUDY MUCH, WE CAN GET MARRIED

I have a good resume even after having too many restrictions to work apart from the academic curriculum. I got accepted by 4 international universities for the six months internship, but I can’t go for it. Why? – They all are out of my budget and there is no scope for scholarship, I feel frustrated.

 I really wonder, lucky are those girls who get married to a wealthy family at an early age. They don’t get opportunities to achieve the required level in order to face such disappointments. They will get married, shop, have babies, do household work and have babies again. But, here I am struggling to stand on my own feet to feed my ego, self dependency and self respect.  Who needs all of that? Common, get us married! so that this patriarchal society can have a peaceful sleep.  They are too scared to see women overpowering men financially.

THE BITCH FACTOR

Women can destroy women. Be it those orthodox gossipping aunties or a bunch of jealous girls. Be it those female MPs on TV or just your own teacher herself. You may wake up one morning with a check-list in your hand abusing you for the work you did for your own self development. They are so jobless to give so much shit about each other. Gone are the days where just men were the devils.

But again, there are all those promising mothers who fight for their daughters, the female role models fighting for the whole lot, a group of your female best friends who are way better than all the best boyfriends in this world. Surprisingly, they all stand for each other in the end even after being a part of all those women centric jokes which we forward on Whatsapp. Yes, it’s easy to survive with them (No sarcasm intended in this one).

For a competition at the college ---- As I stared into the nothingness right ahead of me ........

For a competition at the college
---  written by me and Mr. Hari Krishanan
--- its just an attempt to create something with our two different kind of brains
--- a mixture of poetic lines and pros !!

Topic: As I stared into the nothingness right ahead of me ........

As I stared into the nothingness right ahead of me
saw a white ray coming out of the spree,
Nothing related to my destiny
it was a mixture of silence and cacophony.

As I walked ahead I could feel nothing,
But a blissful cold touch
asking me to walk more and enter the new world,
As I turned back I heard a voice calling for me
longing for my presence,
asking to avoid this weird essence,
in front of me ....

As I stared back into the real world,
I saw myself lying dead
My girl wearing the engagement emerald,
many tears she had shed

I remember the sharpness of the bullet,
which penetrated through my chest
yes, it was my enemy,
for whom I was nothing but a pest

Now as I realize its time to leave my body
and submerge into this nothingness
But again the past calls for me,
with the times filled with happiness

I remember the days we had,
‘kickass’ is word the word that defines it
my college, my hostel, my friends, my girlfriend(s),
the times that made me who I am

those copied assignments,
and the proxy attendance
coffee at the Nescafe,
studying hard just before the exam day

The stars of the football matches,
the fever for bunking classes
everything calls me back,
but here I stand and realize,
its the time which I right now lack

I do remember again
its time to go,
I had lost my life,
just in one blow

how much I ever try,
I won’t be able to go back,
the cold touch again reminds me
I am no more a part of that body

people from the world, that I was a part of
the ones who can feel closely, the void I have left behind,
their optimism towards life is currently switched off
my life has ended,  its nothing I can rewind

to any normal person, I’d be a dead soldier
who fought a war that ended in vain
but for me I have done my duty,
I have served my nation and
have protected my men

Though it hurts to leave everything behind,
yes, I do believe this is the best way to die
forgetting the pain,  due to this emptiness
now, I am just not staring but I AM the nothingness

The key to feel good

·         The surest cure for loneliness, the quickest way to happiness, is found in this, a simple creed: Go serve someone in greater need. ~ William A. Ward

Just found a key to feel good ... Bad times come and go ... such is life.
 Everyone has problems but it differs in the way everyone takes it. The ultimate human being is the one who tries to solve the issues with a bright smile on his face. But what is exactly needed to generate such a smile even in the times of crisis?? How can we gather courage to feel good even when we know that something is going wrong in our life?? The answer is simple – generate a smile on some one else’s face who is in a worse condition than that of yours. Yeah, it looks quite philosophical and less practical but try this out at least once. I have been trying this since a long time. Though my problems remain unsolved but I have enough positive energy and power to face them or even try to solve them.
At times in life you have this urgent need to “talk” things out. Something is burning inside you and you need to just help your vocal chords to vibrate enough to vomit it out. But the problem here lies – talk to whom?? Yes, everyone has a best friend but sometimes even they have bigger issues to solve than yours or they are pre-occupied by some one else’s problem, then is when your brain gets stuck and jammed. And yes this once again is the right time to use that key. Obviously you won’t be able to stimulate your vocal chords but yes you will be able to stop that burning sensation going inside your head.
Let me narrate one small incident from my life when I successfully used this magic spell to make me feel better – There was a day in my life when things were actually not working out. Everything and everyone was taking my case disregarding the fact that they did not know what was actually going on in my mind and what circumstances I was going through. I went to the store and bought chocolates for around 100 bucks (actually nobody gifts me things like this so its just me who buys on her own and eats without sharing :P). Then got seated at the corner of the main stairs and started eating them. Yeah, I had tears in my eyes and chocolate in my mouth. I started walking and left the academic block. While walking through the path I saw a bunch of labourers’ kids, those were the same kids who used to live next to the general store and I used to distribute them “5 rupey wali perks” during my first semester. It was not at all a piece of charity it was just that I like kids a lot, actually A LOT. I opened my bag and again started distributing those chocolates which I got for myself  but on one condition -- “first answer my question: What’s your name? In english then only you will get a perk from me” they did what I said to them along with “thank you madam”. The joy I had was something which I can’t explain and the happiness and smile which I saw on their faces was commendable. I turned and started walking, this time in a much lighter and happier mood. I again started pondering about my issues but with a power to face those hurdles. This power was a reflected result of the smiles which I was luckily able to generate on their faces. You can call it as being selfish but anyhow the idea worked.

I am not convincing anyone to go for charity and all or be sympathetic to anyone... its just that look around and serve anyone who is in a greater need than you. That anyone can be your friend, your sibling or just simply someone you don’t even know!!
This is how the magic spell works, it obviously can’t solve your problem but can give you enough courage to face them.

Look towards others, who are in a greater need than you, serve them and you yourself will be able to generate that eternal strength which can help you to cross hurdles of life.

my first blog post ... written around an year ago

Here,  'I' stands for every fortunate human being born as a female !!!
Yes, I am a kid, a girl, a woman.
Living and breathing under the shadows of male dominance
Hey, all you men staring at me
remember I am the one who started your story
I am here to be respected, to be loved
spare me if you can't do that, my self esteem lies above
Not here to face darkness
not here to get the world's sympathetic kindness
Born to make a difference
without a man's reference
I can make you, I can break you, I can kiss you, I can kill you
I can be with you forever but capable enough to leave you
My power lies composed within
but don't forget that my outrage can create a scene
My power is never to be underestimated
though I do have innocence to be counted
My beauty or ugliness whatever you say
has that paranoid-al verve to stay
You may find me dumb , you may find me weak
hurt my soul, then face my violent streak
I can love unconditionally
though at times my life turns into a cacophony
I can be with my enemy to make him cranky
I can leave my love to make him happy
I am here to live life to the fullest
with great experience and no regrets
I act like a kid, I do feel shy
I have demands and I can loudly cry
They are just few colours of my nature
can digest them in times of danger
My self respect and serenity highlight my elegance
to the whole society, would just say ... don't get fooled by my level of tolerance.