dear Bharatiya nark

Dear Bharatiya Nari,

In keeping with the recent events, like last week, last month, yester day and the year before and the gruesome acts that happen on us in the name of nari’ism and leading on men to be such fiends. I mean they never want to do this to us, but it just happens. Men are such sweet gullible, naïve women; it is us who tempt them leading them on from the first drop of the apple and the fig leaf. Men are such simpletons.

Women, admit it we are the clever ones. Don’t be shy, don’t be modest.

I have list of pointers to avoid rape, sex, molestation, and assault.

1.    Please only eat slowmein, no chowmein.  According to our superior sex, chow Mein releases and makes the blood go faster (please picture noodles swimming in the bloodstream) and thus makes us go bananas. We start running the streets saying rape us, please rape us. Noodles have this effect. Please Note; nothing like this has happened in the Far East, it is just isolated to us Indians.

2.    Women are under the control of mobile phones, the radiation so emitted makes us exhibitionist.

3.    The clothes we wear, skirts, jeans, incites men to tear the clothes to rape us, they can’t help. They nothing better, their mothers never taught them anything better. We need to wear Indian outfits only. No western clothes. Women, start wearing cholis like the devis along with the ghagras or the saris. Apparently they rebuff men.

4.    If you happen to climb the lift with a man, please check it has a camera before hand. Otherwise, men want you to climb stairs only, the cardio exercise; will keep you hale, fit and hearty! Architects please build stairs that go round and round with no dark corners.

5.    If a man is touching you obscenely please, don’t say N o. they understand the opposite. A yes might make sense to their thick skull.

6.    The best one is yet to come, please call him Bhaiya ji chod do , aanchal mera. This works according to the religious pundits. And you guessed it they are men !

7.    Women , if he throws acid, sticks up a bottle up your intestine, wants to kill you , hang you because you didn’t pay the dowry just allow him ,he has to have his way . he is a spoilt brat .

8.    In the end, what ever I have missed , please add to my list .

God , allowed us to be born but Man decided other wise. When will we stop playing God with life and the planet ?

Crime and Punishment

Crime and Punishment

A famous book , a classic enjoyed by millions with mutli-dimensional angles and moral dilemmas and there is one that is stalking the women of India, my country , my state Punjab, my town, my village and even the by lanes and galliyan. Every town and every house has a horror story to tell that is unheard burnt under the stigma of society its pressures ( self created to hyper status ) , aided by a dead judicial system.

Interesting fact is that we all protest about the crimes and we all speak with such passion and belief that I am transported into ram rajya and the golden era but then the extent of horrific passion we women face. Women if they are lucky are born facing an up hill battle of abortion , rampant selection of sex and unabashed killings of the female child in the womb, then gender discrimination and along the years she faces growing back , eve teasing , sexual groping , and molestation , and further still if she marries, marital rape sometimes, dowry deaths and oh I forgot acid thrown on one’s face if she has the temerity to refuse a male.

A woman is raped, killed, molested, has weird foreign objects inserted in her and what is the explanation is that she asked for it .

Is there a bigger crime than this? My esteemed politicians, my elected representatives have the gall to stand on the dais and proclaim that we ask for it, we eat fast food (thus my genes are running faster), we eat Chinese food  Chow mein , the Chinese now have a valid reason to attack us. We, wear provocative clothes so ‘ you ‘ are compelled to rape us, to touch us wrongly. We use mobiles thus we are free to be raped. All the gamma radiation is making us warped and ready for rape!  What , could be a worse crime than this for us?

Just , because , we are women, are genetically physically aligned different we are raped .

Why can we not accepted as humans?

All , I ask for is acceptance as human being first then we will talk about crime and punishment. My fundamental right as a human being is that I have my space, my individuality to live and breathe in the same air !

The thought that scares me, actually terrifies me is the tomorrow we are conjuring up for the next generation. It is a place where a rapist can go scot free, justifying his juvenile age, where a middle aged politician can grope a lady , get away by apologizing , behind the scene pressure, an editor who was the loudest voice of change assaults a young girl who is daughters age just because he can  and then justifies himself by saying he will take a six month leave  of absence.

Sir, is six months a sentence for the crime? How noble.

 There are untold stories in every nook and corner  and some that are brought into the limelight are mocked with a sentence that is a joke .

Look, behind it could happen to you .

MBA punjab style

I have been neglecting my writing. It seems I just took on too much with life, social engagements, and functions (In Punjab we get afflicted with MBA) and this syndrome drives us mad. As the temperature plummets we all start wearing scantier clothes (invisible cloak of warmth with the diamonds and polkis and the toosh jama shawl! and start attending and smiling more and more social shinga dings. All, based on one principle, if we don’t go what will people say? Yes, some are done due to familial obligations but some are done merely to get rid off the shagun envelope. We feel so sad in parting away with the shagun, we mope, cry bitch (yes bitch about it) but we all try to out do each other.

Even the dialog of not having enough clothes is repeated again and again by the social matrons. I went for a wedding last week, and you have to believe me; the young man next to me was wearing brighter socks (coordinated with his turban) than my suit. A fluorescent pink. I wonder where they get this. Yes, he certainly stood out.

Its like men also strut around their feathers, the brighter the better. It s misnomer that women spend time, in dressing up, I think men take the cake. The fancy belts, the shoes, the straight trousers (weird drainpipes aka Beatles) and the brighter turbans and the old and new trend of carrying a shawl around the shoulders. Punjab’s latest craze is this tailor in Muktsar or is it Sangrur who stitches these stiff kurta pajamas with the fashionable tweed waistcoat and is set off with the bright kalmkari shawl. I just need to know, how do they balance all this. Mine refuses to behave on my shoulders.

And, what we all swear is by the food. Punjabis are gluttons, we will eat plates full, peck on the appetizers, make a beeline for the desserts and then we will gossip. Oh khana was not good, oh I need to start dieting and I swear I have gained three kgs. And, now we also have the emerging nouveau riche class in Punjab who swears by the virgin free olive oil along with pasta, or the green Thai curry with the fresh seasoning along with the steamed veggies with the Spinach ravioli! 

Where did my butter chicken go? Sad.

The bhogs are an other story, we enter dressed to a prefection in our off white suits, crisp linens and matka silks with the discreet solitaires peeping and shining fro m our ears along with the shawl carelessly wrapped around like a shroud. The concealer in place with the designer bag on the arm, wrapped in our shades we are in a cocoon of our thoughts thinking oh which boutique waali does she go to? Or worst still, who gets the house now and the lands. The sympathy, the tear are dabbed at Langar time courtesy Ambrosia and then we move on to take a short nap, ready for the next event.

Happy Gurpurab and a bit more

It was 545 years ago, a saint was born .He was Nanak, later he became a Guru, a dispeller of darkness, one who ushered in infinite wisdom and light, condemning the practices and beliefs of the society. Today, we celebrate his birthday with pomp, show, langars, prabhat feris, and visits to the Gurudwara, paying our respect. I was however, taken aback by the messages I got. They all wished me well, the Guru’s blessings, some were quotes, some were the meaning of Ardas, some on Ik ONkar Satnaam and some were simple blessings from the heart. I did not post nor send a message.

The reason being, I am hurt and saddened. We celebrate in motions the day of the Guru with daswandh, pomp and religious junoonn but we forget the very principles he stood for. He wanted us as a society get rid of these superstitious beliefs, bigotry difference between rich and poor, or the fact that when he came out the kartarpur rivulet the first words he uttered were’ Neither Hindu nor Mussalman.Today, the society is at crossroads, for being the bloodiest in this identity of religions. Who knew what was the first religion of man was?

Why are women targeted?

Just because she becomes a widow, she has to stop wearing colors? Guru Nanak tried to put an end to this s, abolish sati, and abolish this cultural practice. But, no, she is not supposed to live, just breathe. Not voice an opinion. I have never in my life overheard of a man wearing a white turban because his wife died. I have never heard of him, stopping to wear a certain color because his wife passed away and he was a widower.  Last, I knew all the maroon was still being worn as a turban! How come he doesn’t brazen his position in the society?

Guru Nanak stood for all that was pure, clean, and he had the force to stand tall against all those superstitious beliefs that dragged us down.

But, now instead of interpreting his dictates we are regressing into a darkness that will spiral out of control.

Its Rs 6 to send an sms but it costs nothing to stand for what you believe. Change the mindset and you will see HIM smile from above. Look at the early rays of sunshine catching the dewdrops on a winter morning, or look at the bird trying to catch a worm walking gingerly in the morning on your lawn patch, that will make you smile. That is bliss. The rose unravels her beauty not because you want it to; she does it because it’s in her nature to it.  Do not suppress your inner brilliance and compassion, because some frustrated group of people decided this is how life, and its norms should be.

Think, act and smile and change and stand true to the Messiah who showed the world the way. He, has different names, just pick yours be it Allah, Jesus, Ram or Nanak, Buddha .

Palace of Illusions

We live in a world where we are constantly tempted by world’s pleasures and the distractions lead us astray. And, the answer is we find it difficult to withdraw from the illusory pleasures that seduce and lead us to make another purchase! The vicious cycle goes on and we keep on sinking deeper. Be it another suit, a bigger diamond, a flashier car and bigger house. More and more is bought to create an impression in the society we live in. happiness in buying a bigger diamond or a bigger car is momentary as the comfort is the same. The car drives us from Point A to Point B, but the prestige projection is manifold. That is what we all are after.

The mind is the most powerful organ. In one moment it can transcend to the highest levels of happiness and love and sink to the lowest levels of despair leading one to commit suicide. It can make one timid, weak, and also give birth to fear insecurity. Once a lion cub was separated from its pride and it s mother. He was helpless and got attached to a flock of sheep, amongst the lambs he was raised by them. He started to identify himself with them, grew up to be afraid of dogs and also submitted himself to regular beatings from the shepherd. He knew nothing better. He did not know about his roar, his claws or how high he could jump. One day a lion passed by and he roared at them and tried to catch them, seeing another lion he passed by after roaring and snarling.

The lion cub was taken aback amongst the sheep and went to the water hole, seeing his reflection and identifying with the same he roared, and checked his claws.

He did all this with delight and ran away joining another pride and living amongst his own.

Like the lion cub, we create a self-image and we live according that and based on that we create a reality. If this identification is false, we live according to this falsehood. If the identification is true and pure and correct we live in the light of the truth. The mind in the same fashion creates our projections and we get caught in the rigmarole trying to live to others expectations. Indeed it is a palace of illusion