Came in one's and two's until,
sitting on that window sill,
vultures watched me move still,
waiting- they'd got time to kill.
Building walls of broken trust,
Illusions turned the truth to rust,
Raven foolish lost the crust,
faith was sadly left to dust.
Vultures swooping made their move,
Raven left with nothing to prove.
years of learning all undone,
wounds exposed,old journey begun.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
And they're at it again
SO if it wasn't for the quiet lull, someone would have actually believed these creatures had turned a leaf for the better. So, now it's OK for a woman to wear what she wants to wear ( within limits God forbid!!), It's ok for her walk down the streets ( only in day light- don't you dare forget) and it's ok for her to have a mind of her own ( only until I feel like slapping the life out of you for, well - being you). Everything's JUST OK. Until reality smacks you in the face and you get slapped and groped in the middle of a busy street for refusing to take your clothes off for a bunch of strangers. Well, well, well: Welcome to new Age India, where IT valleys give way to rats that dwell in unsuspecting corners, ready to lurch at the sight of anything with boobs.
An aunt of mine living abroad, recently mentioned an ill-mannered 5 yr old Indian kid she'd met at a social gathering with friends. She went on and on for over ten minutes talking about how he'd put his hands into food, take what wasn't his and was never even reprimanded for his actions. She said this was typical of Indian men. I didn't know if I should appropriately feel righteous and offended seeing as I am Indian. But today's news does put everything back into perspective. I mean no where else in the world would you find such distasteful behavior in a collective group of members who care not for anything other than to display oodles of their dominance of society. yes there are good men around, and yes women are "allowed" to do what is that they want to do. But in a predominantly male dominated society, it's only as good as the next second. When the tide turns, you'd never know.
But while I rave and rant, I mustn't forget that violence and dominance and uncouthness begins at home. Whether it's a male child whose antics are ignored because well- he's a boy after all, or whether it's the wife who tolerates more than her share of unjust behavior- all for love or the sanctity of home or watchameycallit. It doesn't matter- because what you see is what you get. A child observing his shenanigans being waved off as silly boyish playfulness or watching his father's equation with his mother, all play such an important role in how he ends up treating women as he grows to be an adult. And the sad part of it all is that society accepts this portrayal of family life as the norm. But then gasp in shock and disbelief when a man thinks it's perfectly ok to stroke his no-good manhood in public as a woman passes by. Come- on he's a man. he's allowed. RIGHT?? Yeah I hear you- It isn't your son or your brother or your husband- it's not right? Or so you'd love to delude yourself into believing. That's fine, believe what you will. In a society that claims to be progressive on one hand, there's a dark shadow of androphobia, disguising itself as acceptance of men being what they are best at- " Being Men" and I am not sure what a mere blog like this can do.
An aunt of mine living abroad, recently mentioned an ill-mannered 5 yr old Indian kid she'd met at a social gathering with friends. She went on and on for over ten minutes talking about how he'd put his hands into food, take what wasn't his and was never even reprimanded for his actions. She said this was typical of Indian men. I didn't know if I should appropriately feel righteous and offended seeing as I am Indian. But today's news does put everything back into perspective. I mean no where else in the world would you find such distasteful behavior in a collective group of members who care not for anything other than to display oodles of their dominance of society. yes there are good men around, and yes women are "allowed" to do what is that they want to do. But in a predominantly male dominated society, it's only as good as the next second. When the tide turns, you'd never know.
But while I rave and rant, I mustn't forget that violence and dominance and uncouthness begins at home. Whether it's a male child whose antics are ignored because well- he's a boy after all, or whether it's the wife who tolerates more than her share of unjust behavior- all for love or the sanctity of home or watchameycallit. It doesn't matter- because what you see is what you get. A child observing his shenanigans being waved off as silly boyish playfulness or watching his father's equation with his mother, all play such an important role in how he ends up treating women as he grows to be an adult. And the sad part of it all is that society accepts this portrayal of family life as the norm. But then gasp in shock and disbelief when a man thinks it's perfectly ok to stroke his no-good manhood in public as a woman passes by. Come- on he's a man. he's allowed. RIGHT?? Yeah I hear you- It isn't your son or your brother or your husband- it's not right? Or so you'd love to delude yourself into believing. That's fine, believe what you will. In a society that claims to be progressive on one hand, there's a dark shadow of androphobia, disguising itself as acceptance of men being what they are best at- " Being Men" and I am not sure what a mere blog like this can do.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Unmasked Reality- Persistant Disbelief
Truth becomes her, they said.
A finer one they'd ne'er seen, they said.
A walking mirage, in clouds of fame;
Only the dessert knew her game.
Little warrior found her way,
smoked veiled truth, light gave away.
Vines drifted, entwined;
black shadows left false truth confined.
And so bespoke from the aperture,
little white lies, no harm- no cure.
Candidness she deemed impure;
deceit lay wounds with open sores.
Hyperbole of being nice,
false promise led to sacrifice;
reliability implored the heart like ice,
little warrior did nothing but rolled her dice.
Poor Raven flew back and forth,
forgetting warrior wouldn't hold the fort;
left with soiled nectar to sort,
Raven swallowed her venomous retorts.
Fire once spewed will not return,
loneliness better than embers that burn.
Acceptance takes it's inevitable turn,
poor Raven was still slow to learn.
A finer one they'd ne'er seen, they said.
A walking mirage, in clouds of fame;
Only the dessert knew her game.
Little warrior found her way,
smoked veiled truth, light gave away.
Vines drifted, entwined;
black shadows left false truth confined.
And so bespoke from the aperture,
little white lies, no harm- no cure.
Candidness she deemed impure;
deceit lay wounds with open sores.
Hyperbole of being nice,
false promise led to sacrifice;
reliability implored the heart like ice,
little warrior did nothing but rolled her dice.
Poor Raven flew back and forth,
forgetting warrior wouldn't hold the fort;
left with soiled nectar to sort,
Raven swallowed her venomous retorts.
Fire once spewed will not return,
loneliness better than embers that burn.
Acceptance takes it's inevitable turn,
poor Raven was still slow to learn.
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