Showing posts with label power. Show all posts
Showing posts with label power. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Under the Sheets: Hidden Realities & Hypocrisy of Indian Society

It really pains my heart to pen down why I consider the Present Indian Social situation is quite a bottom rock. The Media seems to be flooded with such interesting yet shameful cases that present a very shitty face of India to the world. On one hand while we brought out the Spiritual Baba & Sex Scandal out in open, on the other hand we saw the real pervert face of somebody who used to advocate the cause of women empowerment, the cause of right & wrong. On one hand we are taking about the judgment where parents were charged of killing their own daughter, on the other hand the Supreme Court comes out with a verdict where Homosexuality and Gay Sex is termed as Illegal. As a youth of this country, what does this reflect?


We have since ages been a country of hypocrites. While we are the land where the Kamasutra originated, we have ever since shunned the idea of taking about sex openly, terming it as a “Western” concept. We as Politicians are corrupt while point fingers at the other candidates, framing them in wrong cases just to gain power ourselves. We as Media professionals show the true colors of people while holding mirrors in front of their faces, talking about how the country is facing crime, power & politics overdose while on the other hand, we ourselves are involved in sexual harassment at work place (read Tehelka debate), corruption and power overdose (read Nira Radia- 3G case) and money mafia (Read Zee TV and JSPL Debate). We as society and traditional propagators talk about sanctity of women, preaching baba’s and swami’s bringing to us the do’s and don’ts of every gender while we use minor girls as sex objects, eat money from influential people to build lavish palaces as we show the world how gyani and sant we are. We as an economy talk about the rising jobs, employment rates, new enterprises coming up where we as a developing nation fail to fulfill the global agenda of Child & Maternal Mortality Rate, Female Foeticide, Violence Against women and even the basic issues of Nutrition & Hunger. What does this reflect?

As a young woman in Development Sector, to me this is a shameful reality I fail to answer every single time I look in the eyes of a woman from another nation questioning me why my land is great. This is the face of Indian Society where what we preach and what we teach vary. Where we talk about roots and age old cultural values but fail to deliver the Right, based on equality and justice. Where we blame the western media and over influence of Internet, porn and global world for the rising crimes against women but fail to reflect and see the fact that Violence has always existed in the society, unreported as it was its out in open now. Where we talk about change but fear it at the same time. What does this reflect?

Hidden under the sheets lie the realities of our roots and the fruits that we are bearing today. Can we talk about behavior change unless we change the very nature the system works? Who is accountable? As a youth who is clueless in a country like this isn’t going abroad a better option than trying to mend the rusted skeleton of the Indian Society? I can’t blame people for going out and abusing the country for being useless, but am I the youth who is ready to make that change? Are you the one who is ready to unveil the very reality of your own self? Time for change, but will it happen till we act like hypocrites?


Picture Courtesy: Self

Monday, 16 December 2013

As I drive, around (my) city

Delhi oh Delhi, 

You are a pain in my belly


With traffic as high as the crime 

I can't love u anymore, not this time 


I feel like running away from the maddening crowd, 

It's so polluted, it's so loud 


I don't even know why I m here till now, 

I go n come back, back n forth I bow


People around r getting on my nerves, 

No sense of rules, all around pervs


Let's not even talk about the power game, 

No hard work pays fruit, what works is just the name 


I sing this painful abode as I drive back home, 

With men staring at me, people breaking rules, how can I calmly roam.. 


I dream of a place where life could b at peace, 

Where I could feel free, breathe at ease. 


With absolutely no words to end this painful tale, 

I take a leave, with a soul oh so pale..

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Loose roots or loose your roots


The old Banyan tree that stands on the corner of the road,
Tells me a story wise and untold.

The smell in the air and the soil on the ground seem familiar to me,
I feel glad standing there, I feel I can breathe, I feel free..

As I walk through the sides of the old village road,
The tree is intrigued to see my different expressions unfold.

On one side of the road leading to the village is a small house,
There sits a man, with his radio on and eyes shut,
His wife, the woman, mops the floor, cooks the food fast as a mouse,
That’s not a new story, a story of every home, house, hut.

But what amazes me is the other side,
With a big building some six floors tall and painted new
It’s a different world I see on a different kind of ride,
With women still the same, its too old yet different a view.

The big house is done, yet we are the same,
Clothes change, values don’t, rigid we are even if we get a new name.

I stand beside the years old tree and question myself how and why,
It’s mindboggling, with no answer even when too hard I try.

I realize as I touch the long stems turned roots of the tree,
Are we moving too fast or should we call it getting free.

A friend told me once that old values are rigid and they bind,
They delay progress acting as hurdles towards our goals.
I see them intact, I cant see the change how hard I try to find,
What has changed is the cover, when we wanted a change of roles.

People want multistory, they want big cars and assets all,
But the sad part remains, as life issues still crawl.

Women still run like the mice, they still are unsure
Is getting assets, TV and fridge the only cure?

Why are we loosing our community roots and turning towards cities,
The thought makes me panic, instead of creating any ease.

Who decides what values to keep and what assets to value more?
Who decides what will work, will sustain and who keeps the score?

Some say change is good, I agree
But what if change makes us more bound than making us free.

I see the tree and I wonder deep again,
Are these roots a symbol for strength and being on the ground?
Are we heading towards any gain or in for much more pain?
Are we on the right track or is it the destination we have found?

My mind flutters, the tree tries to ease me down,
“You think too much”, it says as I am about to frown.
The journey has just started and its heading towards a goal,
Everything will find a direction and yes, you will find your soul.

I look inside my heart, rootless and raw,
I feel a pain shoot up, its as if my two sides I just saw
One side of me that wants to still be on the ground,
The other side which is there is hollow yet flies around.

My mind and heart debate starts again as I try to question my life,
Black and white, good and bad, who decides which is the right side.
I close my eyes and let the sounds around fade away in air,
I feel soulless and its not fair.

But then, am just a bud waiting to spread my petals around,
My identity isn’t lost, its still yet to be found.
With questions in my mind and a heart filled with hope,
I begin my journey towards my work, I walk down with a smile down the slope!