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Saturday, 22 December 2012

THE RAPE OF ANGELS......BEGINS AT HOME!

Cacophonous my weeping soul is!!!! Anger, rage, murderous intentions and then, a giant wave of sorrow!!! It is the helplessness that drives the psyche mad after such a horrendous incident has taken place. 

The Delhi gang rape has opened the lid off the cauldron of fury!


Put them to death!!! Hang them!!! Throw them to the furious public who are most likely to pounce upon them like hungry wolves or beat them into pulp!!! Castrate them!!! Amputate!!! Blind them and let them rot in the hellhole called jail for the rest of their lives!!! A plethora of the goriest of punishments pour forth as the girl struggles to come back to life. I too wish for a torturous treatment meted out to them so that those filthy minds feel for once, what it is to be at the receiving end of sheer brutality! 

But once the storm has passed, the mind questions justification. Does the problem end here? A 23 year old woman's suffering would have been, sort of, avenged............I say sort of, because, no matter what is done now, her tormented psyche and physique, can never be the same again! But does this amputate that gangrenous, festering, putrefying limb called Rape??? 


NO!!! 


Rape is NOT exactly a medium of sexual gratification. It is.....A TOOL OF REVENGE............FOR A MAN (ACTUALLY A COWARD)...... WHO CAN BULLY A WOMAN USING HIS MALE STRENGTH!  (GANG RAPISTS ARE EVEN WORSE....THEY CANT EVEN DO THIS ALONE!!!) 



If we analyse the aftermath of a rape incident, the victim's life is destroyed forever, for it is not just the physique that has gone through brutal torture, but also the psyche! But more than the pain that the victim has to bear, it is the tag of 'disgrace' bound not only around the victim but the whole family as well, which becomes a helluva good reason for many to use rape as a tool of vengeance! Why family? Demons in human form, claiming to be from the 'elite upper caste', 'defame' an entire community by using this tool against ONE, totally innocent girl!!! 

But I ask you, who is it that is 'assigning' this disgrace? Whom does a rape victim's family shy away from? Who forces them to 'hang their heads in shame'? The society!!! And who compromises the society? You and me, right? So, that means, it is US who are indirectly, the root cause of the very happening of a rape!!! Just think, if the whole aspect of bringing disgrace or defaming didn't rest solely upon the 'the dignity of a woman', would it have such importance? Why should the family's dignity not be measured also, by the grace (or disgrace) of a man???

Rape is also an indirect outcome of male dominance, which has its roots in childhood. How a father treats the children's mother, and other women of the family, is the first lesson children get to imbibe from. Stereotyped roles for sons and daughters, where the sons are given to understand and believe that they have an advantage over the girls, and that they can dominate over them is the next stage, where they get to PRACTICE what they have imbibed. This carries on to their adulthood and marital life as well, resulting in enslavement, abuse and yes, in the extreme case, rape! 

We as a society are also largely responsible for proliferating the horrors faced by a rape victim. We might sympathize with them and feel 'oh so sorry' for them initially. But to accept them back into the society later, give them jobs and let them live a life of dignity is still a tall order in the Indian society! Once a stigma, always a stigma! 

So, while it is cool to sit at home and discuss, comment, protest and blame the police, the government and the law,WE also need to CHANGE! 

It is APPALLING to know that a girl is being raped every 22 minutes!!! We Indians have to do SOMETHING to bring a reform! 

Let us do our bit and begin at home! 

Let us, as Moms and Dads....

  • treat each other with respect and dignity
  • bring up sons and daughters with equal love and care
  • cultivate high morals so that children imbibe from us
  • teach sons to respect women and treat them with dignity
  • not bring up daughters with the sole intention of marrying them off but rather, as a permanent part of the family even after marriage
  • teach daughters to be bold and alert and well-versed in some form of self defence
Let us, as Boys....
  • respect girls and not treat them as objects to be victimized
  • not expect any advantage over girls
  • not ACCEPT DOWRY in marriage but rather, accept the girl, and together, create a beautiful world of your own with contributions from both (such a shame on YOUR INTELLIGENCE AND CAPABILITY, when you, as a boy claim dowry!!!) 
Let us, as a Society...
  • respect women, especially in public places
  • condemn such atrocities wholeheartedly, whether in the city or in villages
  • cooperate with the authorities in order to catch the culprits
  • lend all our support to those who are victimized, rich or poor, and help them rebuild a life, instead of stigmatizing and singling them out
  • join hands and HELP A VICTIM, AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME, INSTEAD OF STANDING AND STARING!!!

LET US BE THE CHANGE THAT WE WISH TO SEE..................!!!
LET US LEAVE BEHIND A SOCIETY THAT HAS CHANGED FOR THE BETTER.....................!!!  













Thursday, 20 December 2012

SILVER LINE IN THE CLOUD

Never complain if your life is hard,
Troubles are more and rewards few.....
Just remember that the mighty oak tree
Was once just a tiny nut like you.

For every cloud in the sky,
Has a silver line.
And so the sun...
Will shine....someday....will shine!

Cheerz:)

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

THE WOODS ARE DYING............AND THEY WEEP...



The woods were lovely
dark and deep,
But oh! Man had so many
promises to keep,
And miles to go before
he fell asleep.................................fell asleep.............

Those woods, where
years ago Mr. Frost,
To admire you stood
and paused,
Oh! Those lovely dark
woods are lost..............................are lost......................

For Man kept his promises,
And with pride,
Conquered the earth
in each confident stride
While, for his need and greed alone
The trees slowly died............................slowly died........................

Those woods are no more
dark and deep,
Mr. Frost, no more those sounds
of downy flake and sweep.
While Man still has promises to keep,
The woods die and silently weep.....................................silently weep.........................


anee,
19th July 1996

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

EXAM DAYS.

PROLOGUE: -
It starts from the previous day...
the palpitations,
the preparations.
Troubled sleeep...
Getting up umpteen times
thinkin alarm has gone off
Nightmares of sleeping late....

On the day...

Gods are appeased,
Parents blessings sought,
Hasty, last minute discussions with friends...
Trrrrrrrrrring....
Oh no...heyy, what's the answer to that Q?
NO MORE REVISIONS PLEASE.

In the hall...
While the wait is on,
The 'Weight' of the entire portion
weighs heavily on the mind...
Unbearable....
Almost deadly in its crushing blow.
Ooops forgot to revise that one...grrrr...
Oh God please please pleasey please let it not
be there in the question paper...

S I L E N C E.

Answer sheets...names...roll nos...
Tension.
Will that question come?
Will i be writing well on these pages?
Three hours from now, will i be smiling
or flunk it?
Aaaaaahhhh.....(more Gods appeased)

Question papers.
Will the teacher hand it to me fast?
In hand at last...
Heart beats racing...
Stops beating...
Shut eye.
God help me.
Breathe deeply.
Open eyes.
Quick glance through...
Aaha, i know that one...(smile)
Uhoh...why did she have to include this now? (grrr...sob sob)
Nywayzz.....
START.
Write Write Write
Aha...a flow is established.
Now, Scribble Scribble Scribble
Tumble of words...
Racing of pen...
Scratching of paper...
MORE PAPER.
Time is passing by too.
Flow...Cascade...
Deluge of words.
Brain hastily 'vomitting' the words consumed...
Some thoroughly digested, some undigested but mugged up...
All out!
Time almost up...
TIE UP.
Scribble becomes scrawl....
One more answer...laaaaaast word........
...........uhhhh........
Trrrrringgggggg!

Give in.
DONE!!!

EPILOGUE :-
Not bad :)

Monday, 9 August 2010

THE DREAM PAD...

i entered.....and soon felt like the place was my own......the pad felt like i'd been livin there since ages....as if i knew every nook, every crevice.......... knew exactly how many steps made it up to the front door....where the chair was usually placed, where the shoes cluttered up the space under the window near the front door.......where hung the clothes and where to turn to when wanted to go to the balcony.......or where the oil was in the kitchen, where the rotis were kept and where exactly i could find the leftover chicken in the fridge.......there, under the window on which a sheet doubled up as a curtain, where i could flop onto the mattress and let the cozy, familiar smelling comforter engulf me into its folds of warmth..........could snoooooooooze without a care in the world until it was dawn in my mind....i was almost sure of the titles of the books on the rack......

the place was mine....or so i thought....until there was jolt that suddenly reminded me with a bang that i didnt belong there, hello!!? .....wasn't i kind of settling down a bit too comfortably in a place where i had never gone before..........which i had never seen......where i will never ever go...

yea....it was time to get back to reality.....so, i got out of that cozy cocoon.....quietly walked out, grieving that it was not mine at all..........shutting the door on the dream that was.

Sunday, 4 November 2007

Death...

death.
we went to pay condolences to one of our colleague's fathers who passed away this morning. i have never come face to face with such a situation before and this experiance was quite a disturbing one for me. it seemed strange to see a body lying in front of us and think that it is devoid of life now and wont move....a body that once got up and walked, sat, bent and moved will no longer be seen, heard or felt.......a body that would've slumped when lifted is now stiff as a log.......as i watched intruiged, the rituals were carried out as per norms. and then, it was covered with a white cloth, soemthing i've seen umpteen times on tv before, but when i saw it in front of my eyes, my throat was like it was choked....coz now, we would never see that face again. at that moment i happened to look into sir's face and there i saw the helplessness of a son who had to shoulder the terrible weight of loss all alone (as his siblings weren't with him) as he wept and mourned at the being that was once his father...

we returned shaken.....but then, when death puts a full stop to the eternal suffering of pain and misery, death is welcome...

dr. gopalakrishnan has so aptly put it... at the end of our 'day' we are reduced to nothing but 58 grams of ash, without realizing which we spend a whole lifetime carrying grudges, malice, hatred, jealousy, possessiveness and anger in our hearts...we could condemn, spite, even kill...living as if there is something that is ours and ours alone...but nothing is. it is all to be left behind when we leave coz in this 'ticket' there is no baggage allowance...

Wednesday, 10 October 2007

All Alone

All Alone

Traipsing on the path of
Life’s tedious journey
In a silent mourn……………..
Surrounded by people,
Jostled and pushed,
Sometimes even thrown…
Yet, in this sad melee
And maddening crowd,
My mind is all alone……………..
Stabbed and seared
A thousand times,
With pains that need to be borne
Obliviously yet, it
Trudges forward,
Resigned, weary and all alone…………..
Bursting at the seams
With feelings to be expressed
Love and hatred to be shown
But no one to share them with,
No vent to make them known……….
Sometimes, the frustration
Does take its toll,
And painful tears have flowed
At times, madness seems to seize,
But that too is outgrown………
My mind continues
Down this desolate path,
Though it’s tired and worn………..
Perhaps it will find
The happiness it seeks,
Waiting somewhere, unknown…………..


aneeta