Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A Woman’s Persuasion

Her curls stranded in fidgety fingers
“Your words by no means pardon deserve.”

He takes her arm – reluctance showing,
“My words match not my heart’s pleasure.”

Her qualm reserve striking a frown,
“Your failing resolve is my heart’s displeasure.”

He to goes down on his knees - in a light laugh,
“Bequeath your heart - unto me, & I pledge otherwise.”

A ray of light settled her eyes to a long blink,
“So you promise – to never let me down?”

Raising himself, his eyes – sparkling in hope,
“To my best breath – till it lasts with strength!”

She stood along in a silence,
“There is a meaning to the words I say.”

And He - in his pleading best.
“Hidden in that evasive smile of yours.”

In a claiming stance, she holds his arms,
“And in every word I wish the audience in you.”

- Arun Raj

The woman always has the last word.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Eve teasing (Indian Context) : Personal opinion

Eve teasing, as I see it, spans from simple eye-balling (staring), to more verbal confrontations and physical assaults. I see eve teasing, in the Indian context, as stemming from the sheer ignorance of the aam-Indian household's stigma about sex. The hypocritical nature of post-colonial Indian ideologies juxtaposed with globalization presenting alternative worlds to our 'conservative' junta, distorts the craving / need for understanding the most basic of our instincts – the need to breed, pure hormonal drives. The suppressing of such hormonal drives and not being able understand feelings I deem as a latent motivator to the expression of these drives through media like brothels, dance bars & eve-teasing. This instinctive drive making men vulnerable to such deep cravings and drives them to explore these feelings.

This craving is natural and equally certain to be possessed by men from the most refined families of the societies to the men of lowest end of income levels. It's just the expression that is different in different levels of men. In the former type of men, there is a standing fear of the consequences of expression of their instinctive drives and it out pours in more uglier forms* than the seemingly malignant expression of the latter type*. The former then train themselves towards suppression & thus towards more kinky & silent closed door affairs. The socially lower placed men are however free of most fears possessed by the higher level counterparts and under-informed of consequences their actions tending to more explicitly presentation of their feelings.

I agree to the fact that you find men from all levels of society are involved in a certain amount of eve teasing. But then, is it not noticeably more so from the men of lower income levels. Also, more so it is the younger lots that are again much more active in such expressions.

From this viewpoint, I feel that eve-teasing could be necessarily cured or corrected through band-aid activities like penalizing men that indulge in such activities or assaulting them in any manner. This I feel will have counter-productive implications such as the men needing to express their superiority by taking aggressive & ignorant views to the many laws try to suppress them. However, I would not deny the need for these laws but raise more attention to the rehabilitation & correction post the identification of people who break them.

In this light I would like to take eve-teasing as a subject that needs a more holistic approach that starts from having children being educated in such a manner to be respecting of their female counterparts, sex education becoming a compulsory subject, parents being counseled into talking to their children about the subject, correcting the existent methods of treating & rehabilitation od the law offenders and also use other more creative modes of spreading the message across to the people.

~ Arun Raj

* MMS Scandals, Molesting under the influence of alcohol or drugs, teenagers indulging in sex (Delhiites say 49-55% females have had sex before they are 18), etc.

** The thought is still incomplete & I am open to clarifications. There are many things I still need to frame into words that are missing here.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Into the light we all go !

Notice - far away, a distant shrill
Cry of a child - a mother await.

A taken signal, a beggar child
Awaits a giver - generous and fly.

Wishful thinking - a child in catching stance:
'I shall be the hero, with this one in hand.'

'Dare you!' A kindergarten tot to another tries;
To climb a tree or be called - loser shy.

A returning father, his wage in hand
Hopes a day - better shades than gray and white.

A labor hand - tired on a strenuous day;
Dreams - 'When I would not have to work!'

A working mother, rushes home
Thinking wild: ‘All my chores, and a family's wails.’

Standing by - her children, counted three!
Each hand and arm full of trying screams & moans.

Two lovers pass - unfazed by life,
Their chemistry loud, resounding of objective lies.

A few friends’ standby - catching a smoke,
Telling tales - an expedition in the recent past.

Standing in ovation, to a politic try;
A keen crowd in loud hope - A better tomorrow!

A fight breaking - a shallow cause,
Another mob thrilled asks ‘What’s the issue?’

The last leaf - in a trailing breeze,
Lingers on - showing hope to a lost passer by.

A cricket's cries - unnervingly loud,
But its harmless size, an excuse to life.

A day passes by - each one in motion
Towards a destination or finding one;

Towards an answer or answering one;
In song, in love, in devotion or all.

The poem is about life around us, silent but lived. The sounds are as loud as your intent and honesty to see and listen to them. Hope you like it :) What else do you see ?

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Waking up to emptiness

I could not have been clearer in thought than this morning. The reality sparkled as though the first ray of a dawning sun - evident of a new day's beginning. Beyond all the random clutter that spread across the vacuum of my incomplete life's distorted reality perceptions, it now sparkled clear.

Every breath I took in I reminisced about what I had become – a resounding lull sustained with endless logic and reasoning. And in the lull, I stood helpless - What could I do now? In my inability to take a heart's stand on a truth that now appeared as clear as the purest form of faith - I lost her! I had failed myself!

Time was one enemy - a tough adversary, always at its fighting best. I lost the silent war that we all wage with Time that builds false bridges between life’s desires and truth. In time I lost clarity of desire and truth, in time I lost strength, in time We lost faith.

And thus, unlike every morning I knew today, I was waking up to a disturbing emptiness - without her and her assurance of a brighter day beside me. The only other person that could understand my heart's swelling discomfort had His hands full with a world full of people just like me - confused and incapable of clarity to action. I was one of them, but now in clarity I had lost time.

The morning settles into a day as the world wakes up to its attempt at finding clarity and here I stand pleading for another chance at my lost Love. In the search of an answer now I stand helplessly as a dog to its master for food - food to fill a wailing, blank & hungry heart.

Image Courtesy : Luke Chueh