Friday, April 30, 2010


What’s the deal with marriage? The way parents sometimes talk to their children with respect to marriage, this is how it sounds to me; You’re 8 yrs old and going shoe shopping with your parents. You don’t find shoes that fit you, so your parents just buy you a size bigger. . . eventually your feet will grow into them. . .well news flash, you’re not a child anymore! Your feet don’t really grow anymore and any shoe that doesn’t fit will not no matter how long you keep it. . .

Marriage is at some level a bit of a gamble if not a mystery. . .we live in a society where most parents don’t talk to their children about sex, marriage and things like that. . .but when ‘the time comes’, they just expect you to plunge headlong into one. . .and manage to float, do freestyle and manage a perfect butterfly stroke! I beg to differ with the notion that knowing how to cook and clean and being a virgin* (check footnote ) are prerequisites enough to ‘get a good boy’ and more importantly, sufficient to be ‘prepared’ for marriage. . .going on a slightly different tangent, I was just pondering upon the number of women who might be undergoing marital rape all over India and how many of them actually realize and have been made aware of the fact that their body is not their husband’s property and that a forceful intercourse, even by the husband is still a violation and they need not take it lying down (sadly, literally. . .). Getting back on track, I’ve nothing against arranged marriages, in my opinion, a love marriage stands just a wee bit more chance of surviving more than an arranged marriage because knowing a person is one thing; living with the person is something else altogether. . .so it’s not significantly ‘better’ or ‘worse’. . .

No man, or woman’s perfect. . .the success of a marriage or any relationship does not depend on perfection. . .it depends on how much the relationship matters to you, how much you’re willing to do and also, what imperfections are acceptable to you as an individual. . .for instance, you could be an organized person, who has a place for everything, now it depends on whether or not organization’s so important to you that you simply cannot live with a disorganized person. . .or is it something that you can limit to yourself, your house and well, occasionally nag your partner to do and do it for him sometimes if he wishes etc etc. . .

The patriarchy in our society’s so notorious, it’s not funny anymore as to how it exists, in subtle if not blatant forms. I’ve seen people pass comments when they see women smoking and drinking and even more commonly, commenting about women hanging out with their guy friends. A woman who smokes or drinks is immediately branded as being immoral, irresponsible, promiscuous and with no sense of familial and social responsibility. These same people, especially women, barely bat an eyelid when a man does the same. I never judge a man or woman for drinking or smoking, so long as he or she does so without disturbing and harming others. If at all you judge a person for that, at least be consistent in doing so! If smoking and drinking are ‘wrong’, they’re wrong for both a man and a woman. . .another example of this kind of judgement passing is with respect to divorced women. . .if a woman is divorced, some people just assume that it was the woman was not ‘good enough’. . .

When a girl is spoken to about how her marriage should be, her mother often tells her about how she’d have to ‘bend’ if not strictly ‘obey’ to have a ‘peaceful’ marriage. . .society makes tall claims about marriage being a union of two equals, but this is what happens. . .a woman is told that she’d have to ‘meet halfway’ with her husband with respect to difference in opinions but in reality is expected to go almost all the way; a guy on the other hand is seldom told any such thing and therefore seldom pressured with expectations of ‘holding the marriage together’. . . people seem to have forgotten their Math! Meeting halfway for a woman means reaching the 99th percentile! I’m not generalizing, not all men and mothers are like that. . .there are many people who are quite broad minded with respect to such things. . .I’m talking about the rest of them. . .

Above all this, the reasons behind marriage often appall me. . .marriage should not have to be 'the next logical step' or 'I'm done with my studies and I don't intend to work so to pass my time and for living expenditure, how about I get married' or 'I want sex and babies and marriage gives me both with social approval'. . .it should happen because you've found a person you want to spend the rest of your life with. . .even if it is arranged, you should not marry a person because you think you can live with the person your parents chose for you, it should be because you CAN'T live without this person. . .I respect men and women who can think such things through. . .there's nothing wrong with being a housewife or giving up your career, it should be for the right reasons, like a personal choice of wanting to focus on your family etc. . .not because it's one of those many things that people expect you to do. I hate the use of the word 'should' but nothing else seems to fit here. . .

This post is not about feminism per se, it’s more about choices and fallacies to say the least. . .it’s not even as much about being broad minded as it is about giving people breathing space and allowing them to decide how their life should be, both men and women, because men are sometimes just as pressurized to get married as women  are.

Well, what the hell did I achieve out of putting up this post? I mean not many read it so why? Getting my views across, assimilating my own thoughts? Ah, I don’t know. . .I just hope it makes one introspect and makes for a good read and not a long, boring one. . .


 * Conditions apply. . .only on a women.


Saturday, April 24, 2010

Ek aatma, ek zindagi,
Ko kyun diya dilaasa,
Pal do pal ki khushi
Aur ummeed bani niraasha. . .

Udd gaya jo daaman,
Use phir se kyun oddaa. . .
Mastak tale aasmaan,
Phir sapne aisa toddaa

Shaayad tha sab ek vehem,
Woh pyaar, woh dostaana
Kaise nahi dikha sach,
Ab khilli udaata zamaana

Woh rehnuma, woh farishta
Jise chaaron or dekha
Kya hai bas musafir
Ya badal raha jeevan rekha. . .

Kya reh gaya baaki,
Bas ban gaya sab sawaal. . .
Filhaal aate hain baar baar
Keval aise khayaal. . .

Bheed mein bhi dikhe ek,
Chaahe ho hazaaron,
Un sab se oondaa maana
Ek sitaare ko yaaron

Jeevan ka ek sabak,
Sirf ungli bhar hai prasaad
Chak kar aazmaao
Aur dholo, karo aazaad. . .

Kholo apni aankhein,
Yeh duniya bahut badi hai
Utaar do yeh bhoot,
Tujhe bahut chadi hai. . .!
Vanilla sky and hazelnuts
Tens and ones, an everlasting smile,
Cotton buds, woolen pad
All to make me glad

A river of thoughts,
An ocean of love,
No less than an earl
More precious than a pearl

The antsy babe,
Loyal and true
An unusual descent,
A distinct scent. . .

Honey and hazel,
With many others
The life and this memoir
I carry, to deathbed. . .

Friday, April 23, 2010

Hail, joy, it begins
Baptism and the bell
A surge in between, then
Wrapping with the knell

Moving ahead, rising above
At first it might seem,
Then leaving behind, losing ground
Crushing the dream. . .

Somewhere in the surge,
A silent ballad,
Dressing, undressing
A bitter crisp salad. . .

The hallucinogen
Losing its effect
Wished to linger
Now waiting to eject. . .

Pound, ground
Crushed and tried
A light quake
It withered, it died. . .

A death for good?
Or a coma indeed
Staying alert, staying quiet
Wait, pray, touch, heed

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Beaten, bruised, broken frame
Thought of straightening it out
If not a change of breed,
Atleast a change of creed

Engulfing new grain,
A vessel of thoughts, a smear of ash
Embracing a novel tune
All, perhaps, too much too soon

Most of all, a new patron,
Through love, faith and hope
Or so he hoped,
Alas, perhaps a bit doped

The cloud of doubt hung above,
Akin to Damocles' sword
However not as sharp;
More a tangy melody of a harp

Something new, yet unturned,
No doubt it was exalting
But had he truly gained?
Forasmuch he was still pained 

Option still open,
Oozing crimson below five
Or just wait and sigh,
Till morning is nigh. . .

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Liye haathon mein,
Kuch dhundli yaadein
Kahi khushi ke pal
Kuch raakh, kuch kaattein

Kabhi saagar kinaare baitth roya,
Kabhi bheed mein khulke hasa
Ek bhool kya kam thi
Jo dooje mein phasa. . .

Kehte ise meethi khata,
Aur iski bhi mili use saza
Kisi ne kaha ise galat,
Par usne maane ise paakeezah

Shuruwaat mein hi, kaash
Koi use kahaani ka anth batata. . .
Jiske khaatir rang chaddhaaya
Kaash woh use yeh jataata. . .

Ki uski tapas nahi bekaar. . .
Nahi thi yeh sirf kahaaniyaan
Bas haath baddhaane ki deir thi
Milega use apna aashiyaan

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Hasi, sooraj ki roshni,
Dil maano kati patang
Kiya kahin koshish,
Ban na chaaha satrang 

Girgit na the woh,
Bas the unke aneek roop
Bin bole deta saath,
Chaahe ho chaaon ya dhoop

Aur na jaana us mrignaini ne,
Tha woh yaar, pyaar aur muskaan
Kisi ki saans, kisi ki khushi,
Jispar karein woh sab kurbaan

Ek puraane loh ko phir jagaaya,
Roshan hua ek taara
Bas use banaaye rakhe woh,
Na bane kismat ka maara

Jaane kahaan le jaaye use,
Zindagi ke raaste,
Mushkilein aati rahengi
Kat jaao haste haste

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Kahi door ban mein,
Phool, bahaar aur chaman
Aur inke sang base
Do pyaare hiran

Chaar pyaare nayan,
Par nazar sirf ek hi
Ek hi ke nazar se
Doosre ne duniya dekhi

Ek hi dhun baar baar,
Unme se ek gaaye
Doosra sune, muskuraaye,
Aur uski dhun mein samaaye

Kahi ankahee baatein,
Aankhon aankhon mein
Ek ki khusboon mehke,
Doosre ki saanson mein 

Lade, jhagde, khelein,
Piyein ek ghaat ka paani
Ek honhaar, maasoom
Dooja natkhat, mastaani

Yeh haule kashish,
Shaayad rahegi sada
Is kadar baah gayi
Ek ko dooje ki adaa

Sunday, April 4, 2010



Just feeling bit silly and cheeky today, hence the following :P

Things a girl should avoid saying to a guy:

       ''This hairstyle really suits you"- He thinks ‘Well, it was just to prevent people from noticing  my receeding hairline’

        ''It’s not fair that you eat so much yet still don’t put on weight but we do''- He wonders  ‘You call THAT eating?’ 

        A joke. They seldom find a girl’s joke funny. On the other hand, they think you’re dim if you don’t laugh loudly at theirs!

        ''You should smile more, especially in photos''- He thinks that’s being showy or fake and a subtle smile should do it, especially if it’s a girl taking the photo. . .she's not gonna take it well anyway!

        ''I think I’ve put on weight''- He thinks ‘My God, these girls! Hmmm, it’s been a while since I hit the gym. . .’

        ''You look good in formals''- He’ll just give you a small smile, not say anything, but is thinking ‘Hmmm, she thinks I look good in formals? Nice. . .’ :)

        ''Oh I downloaded so many songs yesterday, hope my internet bill doesn’t shoot up''- 'Amateur. . .'

        ''My cellphone’s conked''- He assumes you to be a technologically challenged human (read woman), gives you millions of solutions, only to later find out that you’ve tried them all out and more, and that, your phone is actually conked! :P

        ''How about you try sporting a stubble?''- He thinks  that’s a stupid idea and eventually tries it out ‘because he got bored of his current look and wanted a change’ :P

        ''Please take care of yourself''- He sighes, thinking ‘I already have a mum, thank you!’
     
 -     Silence- He finds that really creepy and finds out what happened because according to him, you’re a 24 hr radio station! :P

        ''That friend of yours was trying to hit on me. . .''- He’ll just brush that aside, might at the max call it harmless flirting and think ‘I’m gonna get things straight with him, what the hell was that about??!’

        ''What would you say if a friend of yours asked you out?''- Even if he asks you such a thing, such a question from your end freaks the hell outta him :P

        ''Awww, so cute. . .''- He just smiles and there’s no saying whether or not he’s thinking anything at all!

        ''I love you''- NO COMMENTS.