Black and White.

From the water-colour palette, the present life is painted,

The mind remembers it all in black and white.

They say moments come in colours,

The mind remembers it all in black and white.

Survival is gauged in coloured liquids and pills, the ECG...

The mind remembers it all in black and white.

Letters are written in shades of red, grey and blue,

The mind remembers it all in black and white.

Music exists in VIBGYOR, the notes...

The mind remembers it all in black and white.

A scarlet love is induced,

The mind knows it now in black and white...

One Slice Of Her Pure Life...

Blessings, Affirmative, Confirmed dates, Smiles

Shopping, Embellishment, Printed cards, Joy

Flowers, Incense, Ritual, Tradition, Prayers,Hope

Turmeric, Sandalwood, Henna, Purify, Sublime

Red, Henna, Auspicious, Bangles, Vermilion, Faith

Bells, Chants, Holy Fire, Promises, Time, Soul Unison

Me, He, She, We, Eternal, Infinite, Limitless, Endless...

'Let it burn' - on the outside please

I am a very light hearted being by nature, however I also live by Shakespeare's famous adage, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'. I can be extremely indifferent when I am cheesed off (which still happens to be a rare case thankfully) and I can swear by an insane passion for the things I have always believed in and held in strong regards. This post here comes as a vent to some caged thoughts in the compartment of my mind, which holds an anger- volcanic even if gently rustled upon , hatred- which again if pushed could result in a me being devoid of sanity and to a very large extent, regret- for the things that we always have wanted to change and yet 'DON'T take the required steps.

A gnawing reality of my thought process stays hidden in the everyday errands of my life until I read about it, yet again-'One More Rape Case Reported' on another seemingly normal day for someone like you and me. Not to mention the umpteen cases that are not reported and are still taking place day after day. The erasure of the feminine self thanks to the patriarchy our nation follows has been a long set trend now. In the last one year, the amount of reported cases of rape have been outrageous. What I will be sharing with you now is an afterthought to the many times that we have protested, only a bit more loudly in our shaken voices for a slightly increased duration, because frankly my dear you yourself don't give a damn unless it was your sister, mother, wife or daughter who would be the victim and then you would have that anger in you life-long probably.

It fizzles away for most of us, the entire process gets retraced to square one, until you hear about it AGAIN. If you're thinking the judicial measures can help much in this scenario you may just be skipping over the fact that our patriarchal society very well ensures that we need to be scared as women- Scared of voicing an opinion against men when we have a point to make even if they are wrong, scared of dressing up in a certain way around a certain group of people, scared to step out at a certain time of the day(night) and the list goes on for all those endless gibberish notions.

My prime question here is why do we still have to be scared? Why does one woman pass on to her daughter to be as scared in her dealings with the opposite sex when she is being raised instead of doing something about it like telling her how she needs to defend her sanity? Why is it that a girl and boy of the same age receive the same quality of education and hold the potential to process their thoughts of as much value and yet the girl lags behind when she reaches adolescence and has to keep quiet and bear certain utterly pointless behavior. Why do we give birth to fear in the female counterpart so much that in spite of Goddesses being worshiped in the same land brutal doesn't begin to describe the rate at which a human can fall to scrape a woman's soul out? 

The answer to all the whys are- 'Because WE accept it', we accept it with all out of the societal pressure of not daring to give it back, to keep hearing stories of the horrendous acts and still not do bull about it. We fear, our voices shake and the anger just mounds within till it either explodes on the other side or kills one within.

A few days ago I happened to watch a brilliant short movie directed by Anurag Kashyap on this issue- 'That Day After Everyday' Mr. Kashyap has very well stated the burning problem of some women being eve-teased and how they among their fears shed their inhibitions out of an insane streak of stopping what they cannot tolerate. I honestly feel very inspired and have reinforced an even stronger sense of commitment to never let the demons of fear get the better side of me. To put it as crudely, I would rather create a reaction for every bit of  lechery, eve-teasing or any other form of inhumane and uncomfortable act that I am ever to sense.

As a woman I am sure most of us relate very well to how it feels with such uncomfortable encounters and the fact that our silence to it only leaves a lingering burning sensation in ourselves. Let's face it if we continue to subdue ourselves and do nothing to change the way things are we will forever be stuck in this vicious circle. So all my ladies and the real-time gentlemen who do not further tip the scales of a lopsided patriarchal society, if something goes wrong it is okay to let the fire burn within, just this time make sure its on the outside as well- 'Kyunki tum tab tak ladne ke liye tayaar nahi hoge jab tak tum darogey'...

Let's Uncomplicate: He said, She said.

He needed her, he told her so...

She felt happy around him and comforted him right...

He stood there right beside her, became a mountain when she feared, made a river run through her heart where it was raw and made it bright...

They knew what they wanted and they told each other so, understood the differences that life telecasts on its winter nights show...

Plans they did make for days were to grow bright, but never caged the thoughts for fear it may not take flight

Stay, she said, be there, alright? That thing called love, comes too easy and fills me with fright...

He chuckled and nodded and told her he would, if he ever had to run, he'd catch that hand and scoot... 

So they dreamt of what was once forbidden, rewrote their fairy-tale, what was not once in their control was now here to stay...

And smiled, because they had something to keep their souls warm, while the world kept guessing what was the sudden wonder all about..
Mirror images became real and they saw themselves as one, they had it all figured out finally, love's final lap was re-run...

Dear Me......Love, Me :)

The best thing that that I have liked about myself in this lifetime is to be able to see two sides of a situation perfectly well. Its like I can look at myself doing what I am and watch how my alter ego comes to my rescue. Its so cool when you can be your own guardian angel. I remember how in one of my posts I mentioned the importance of being with oneself at the right time and I am glad am able to execute this thought so well. 

I think we all need a ‘Soul Armour’ today, to say one's trust has been broken and feel bad about it has become a thing of the stone-age era.  So am picking my own armour to safeguard me, for the times that I know I need to be that tad bit stronger. I hereby promise myself that I will be there for me, because at the end of the day its all about how you see yourself. 

I am a woman with a plan and have learnt that the most important things in life don't just include being desired by people who make you happy but also include how you know to make yourself happy. So I've lived almost a quarter of my life and have been through the much acclaimed ‘Quarter Life Crisis’ through the trial and error method and I feel happy about the fact that I keep getting better at testing myself.

I guess its a Gemini thing, or maybe just a me thing! I hope we all find our sole-soul armours and probably life would be a tad bit more cushiony! Cheers! J

Don't look back in anger I remembered you say...

You learn to walk on the left side of the pedestrian crossing, once a charred memory comes into play.
Embers of  time whisking you by their side and again they lead to the incandescent dreams in the dark.  Get up, walk and don't look back.

Was it the world or was it you? Fought much? Smashed. Get up, walk and don't look back.

Conversations laced with the truth of wine drops, frail but honest. Shared much? Now hollow. Get up, walk and don't look back.

And you were here, but you were there, Deja vu much? Reality bites. Get up, walk and don't look back.

Saline promises always made to revive, dehydrated much? Shrunken desires. Get up, walk and don't look back.

Stumble again and one more time, remembered again in this lifetime? Keep that faith. Don't look back in anger, I remembered you say.