Saturday, June 9, 2007

Sex... Is it Divine or a Weapon!!!

In medical college, the first thing we were taught is that every living thing, no matter what sort of intelligence it has, they are designed to do only two things. One is to eat and the next is to F**K, sorry procreate is the term used there and give an offspring. It applies to the single celled organism to the ones with the highest intelligence, so called humans...

So, If it is the case, When did rules and regulations come into place? When did ideas like One man for One woman and stuff like that come into existence? Why do we give importance to culture like wedding and sex after marriage, at least for name sake? Why is it still difficult to discuss about sexual feelings, doubts, experimentation's and expertise to anyone openly? And most of all, why is there a bunch of people who keeps saying India is so rich in tradition and culture and heritage and should not let such discussions about sex education and premarital sex into this country?

For a country, which is so laden with rich tradition and moral values, India is still topping the chart in second place in AIDS in world. And In my experience of working in a few rural areas, the amount of illegal abortions and stuff is huge. Same goes to the cities and towns as well. So If sex is happening everywhere, Why are we not still open minded about it and talk and accept it? How can a same act be ok if done in secrecy, how much ever out of the way it could be but not to be discussed? Why is there so much of hippocracy and idiocracy associated with it?

One of my colleague is a widow and she is not interested in getting married again because of her bad previous marital life. And One of my friend is a divorcee with one kid and One of them is just so terribly abused by her husband financially, emotionally and physically. All three of them have the same question in life. That is " I AM NOT INTERESTED IN GETTING MARRIED AGAIN, BUT HOW CAN I SATISFY MY SEXUAL URGE?''. One of them was so depressed, She had to take a help of a Psychiatrist and finally had a counselling to channelise herself in healthy activities like going to temple or reading or getting involved in family more. Funny, I felt... When men can f**k and s***w anyone they feel like, why can't women? What is wrong with it? Is there anything wrong in it? The needs and wants are the same to both men and women, isn't it?

If Sex and other stuff are going under the table at such alarming rates, Why is it wrong to have just a plain sexual relationship? Why is it so difficult in India to get out of society's tongue? If it had been a different country or a culture, It is no big deal. Coz That is what it is... SEXUAL URGE is like hunger...

I am not trying to demoralise the values that are existing in anyways. But If things are happening, Why can't we accept it as it is, without trying to pass on a judgement. Girls are always a target for any sort of insult. In every country and culture, If a man has to be insulted, the women in the family are being tainted. How is that every bad word in every country be talking about the women's genital? If Sex is divine and so honourable, why are we not able to see such theories in real life?

Well, I don't know what to say further. If at all, there is something that has improved, women are getting literate and they are able to stand on their own and able to make decision on their own, at least for a little bit. But no matter, where they are born and how they are been raised and how they settle down, every where women live their life in false pretense most of the times. I have seen so many women of different age groups, still not knowing what an orgasm is. Well, when sex is high on the roof, even then it is the men who are having the most of it. Nothing much...

When a women is been sexually harassed, it causes her so much pain and mental trauma. Have you heard anything like this associated with men? Well, I have not. I have read that Starting from the most ancient times till now, during war in which ever country it is, thousands and thousands of women are being rapped and killed and incapacitated. Why does women automatically become the weaker sex? Is it because of the fact, women are mere recepients of a few secretions from the glands of men or because they can get pregnant and men cannot or is it just because of all the age old crap being fed into every single men that they are some kind of superior race?

Well, I heard a phrase, a funny one, which talks about rape, " If you can't fight it, just lie back and enjoy it". Very cruel, I used to think once, Now I am not sure what sort of feelings it stirrs inside of me. Whatever it is, I just want to say that there is still discrimination between men and women everywhere, right from bed.

AAAAAAAA!!!! Curse or a Blessing...



As years pass by, the names which were so important in my life, has turned into mere names, with nothing else ringing bell. Why does that happen? Does it happen to all? What is the purpose of something so beautiful just turning so insignificant? If we all had some distant vision, would we have walked holding any relationship so close to your heart and ultimately have it stabbed so badly and walk with just scars inside, which even now bleeds? Is it God who plays behind all this? Well, Does God have time for all this? Finally, Who is God anyways?

As I was talking to my son, who is now 5, he suddenly asked me a weird question. He asked me whom all I knew died or passed away? I told him that I watched both my Grandpa's and my Grandma ( My father's mom) and My Dad and My Athai (both were doctors who passed away tragically at younger age) and two of my classmates (One was senthil kumar who committed suicide when he was in the first year of college and another friend who drowned and died) and a friend's husband who died when he was just around 26 leaving my friend and her 2 year old son and so on.

As I was listing and each time I said one name, A reel of images of them laughing with me and their faces at their death and all these painful things kept stirring in. Suddenly My son threw a question at me again, asking whether I will die? Well I didn't know what to say for less than a second. Then I had to lift my head and say "Yes! Pappa, Mommy will die one day too". His next question threw me off my balance totally. He asked me, " Mom! Then, Will I die too"?

What should I say to him? It was such a horror laden thought to think of my Son that way. But, I did not want to lie to him, So I told him, "Yes! Pappa, You will die some day too". He got a bit upset and said that he did not want to die. Well, Don't we all... Then, he just settled with something to play and left me with so many questions hanging in the air.

In most of the epics, I have heard of all Rishis and Gurus asking for not giving them rebirth again. Well, If I am asked, what will I say? I definitely don't want to be born, for sure... Too much pain...

One of the best part I liked in Mahabaratha is the final journey of all the Pandavas and Drowpathi and a Dog to heaven with their bodily forms. When everyone falls, King Dharuma will be the one with the Dog who would be standing in front of the Gates of Heaven, where He would be asked a lot of questions. One of the questions directed to him was WHAT IS THE MOST FUNNY THING IN THIS WORLD ?

Guess what would have been his answer. Well! He said that PEOPLE WHO ARE GOING TO DIE TOMORROW SIT AND CRY FOR THE PERSON WHO DIED TODAY, this is the most funny thing in this world. Thinking of which, It is such a true word but hard to digest.

Well! There will be an opening line in the animation movie called Antz where Woody Allen would have given voice to a character called Z. He would have been a depressed and confused ant who will have a session in his Psychiatrist and keep saying he feels so insignificant. And the Psychiatrist will shout, Well... Z! You have made a Breakthrough!!! YOU ARE INSIGNIFICANT!!!

There you go!!! Shout you people of earth! Time is of no concern, words are of no concern and nothing is of no concern, Coz, We are so insignificant... All we can do in this, is just live and let live happily.

Good Bad and the Ugly!!!

Well, It's been just my silly poems, of late filling the blog pages. I thought i would rather write something else for a change. Life sometimes puts me in a funny place, where i can see changes right in front of my eyes.

So far, i have only one best friend, in whom I confide everything. Funny, we don't talk regularly or update ourselves frequently. But whenever we talk, I could just feel the same warmth and care and affection in her for me. She is such a wonderful person. She always says that i run into relationships and get out heart broken. She used to be picky all the times, with friends. But I used to make both friends and enemies fast. LOL...

She will say the relationship which takes the longest time to mature, is the one which will stay the longer. Well, theoretically, I know this by heart. But in my real life, I am such a loser. I always see relationships which start out so colourfully, turns into bland things within months almost like a bubblegum losing its flavour.

The hard part is each time I go near so fast and come out so fast. Sometimes certain links get broken, certain links remains out of focus, certain links gets turned into ugly monsters and certain links just vanish with time. But no matter what it is, the ultimate loser in this charade is Myself...

So almost like a resolution taken in this month of June, I am not going to step into anyone. Would rather stay alone than searching for fakes in this sea full of fakes... I don't know whether any of what I said made any sense at all, well that is me, end of the day. Take it or leave it...

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Don't you know!!!

You are gentler than breeze
You are younger than sea
But I don't want you to wait in the middle of my eyes and my tears!!!
Waiting with the sky as a shelter in your arms...

Don't you know?
I am just a silly pebble sitting silently
Not able to run along with this little stream of tears!!!
When you look through my eyes, You will know
That darkness is just a Black Sun;
And light is just a Golden night;
My time has missed its rhythm

Don't you know?
Your kiss is just a door to my heart!
It gets locked, When you knock it...
It opens, when you lock it...
That door might not be born too, or might crash and die, if you want!

Don't you know?
Death doesn't tell anyone how it tastes...
Birth doesn't tell anyone how it dies...
Likewise
Here I stand
Not knowing that you are not coming back!!!

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Few minutes that still lives fresh within!!!






















Saturday, June 2, 2007

Fluttering alone!!!


I stand in this empty terrain, waiting to be flamed
You can burn me up very tenderly...
Don't need a torch or a volcano
A bit of water from the mirage river
With a gentle blade of grass is enough.


I am still alive and burning, in spite of the dawn,
Though the trunks of trees are uprooted in this tornado
I am still struggling not knowing how to die...
Fluttering and fighting, I am still alive.

May be my death can be brought with a drop of dew or rain,
Here I stand and beg and pray for that...
Clouds could feel my pain and might give me rain
But the droplets don't hear my voice and here I watch them go back.

Look at my cheeks been ripped off with the lightning thorns of your kiss,
With the explosion of your silence, here my heart is learning to beat,
The stars of my nights looks at your eyes for the last time
And rests in their grave with a last twinkle.

May be I should learn to eat my dreams and drink my tears
And just die unfolded...
Still have hopes that someone will light me up and put me off
Don't you think it is sad for a flame to expect who will do this to her!

In this sadness, my tresses of hair are burning in black flame
If it is going to be our night...
I want only you to teach me
How to gently end me and my night in your arms...






Friday, June 1, 2007

Answers

Don't ask me questions, I have always got answers...
In this canopy of words, where no questions survive
I live alone...
In this myriad, where no questions metamorphosis
I still live alone...

All around the leaves, tendrils, barks, trunks and roots
Lives the answers without questions.
All kinds of answers reside side by side

Answers that will satisfy you
Answers that will aggravate you
Answers that will identify you
Answers that will crush you
Answers that you expect
Answers that you don't expect
Answers with words
Answers without verses
Answers with meanings
Answers without heart
Answers with hope
Answers that will bury you hope

With these, My jungle is stuffed with answers
No one dares to put a foot into my forest
Even if they do, none go back empty handed
But none throws the seeds of questions to sprout around the answers.

kaleidoscope

The lovely days, I have spent with you
The times, I was mad with your thoughts
The dates, which we just spent laughing
The happy minutes, we enjoyed together
Letters, we shared with love
The poems, which dug deep into our souls
The nights, we spent talking
The warp, in which we both were lost
The days, we were drenched in our anger
The nights, we quenched it with our touches
Kisses, which just kept us alive
The gaps, in which we slept
The minutes, which we wanted to spent together
The seconds, we suffered for our separation
The hours, we waited to see again
Everything
Everything
Seems to have lost inside my aberrations today!!!
You and me were just mere images that keeps on churning
Will not be the same again.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

My Letters!!!

Let me tell you something...
My words are terrified of sound
I will hand it to you, only when i finish cooking in a heart of paper...
Please forget what is in it, even before you open it!
I don't want to talk to you, when they are asleep...
When do I find time to write to you, for you, about you?

Well... The ones I start in the morning ends in the evening
And as I finish it, It becomes my sun!
The ones I start in the dusk gets over by dawn
And as I sign it, It turns into my dreams!
The ones I start in the summer drags into winter
And even as I start, My words opens up like mushrooms!

The ones I start in the autumn, keeps withering off
And here I stand like a barren tree!
The ones I start in the spring, keeps flying like a dust
Even as I start thinking of it!
The ones I start in the winter, keeps getting frozen
And just disappears in front of my eyes!

Then when and where and how?
Will you ever understand that I don't think of you now and then
My heart keeps scribbling about you with each breath
Coz... Your silence keeps screaming in my ears all the time.

My silence!!!


In this dusty silence,
Where you and I have forgotten to fall in
Our words are resting peacefully...
We know its hard to carry the meanings around
But we still do with heavy hearts...
Though the ripe words are silent and sitting back
The sprouting words keeps bouncing to and fro...
Just to give this suffocating heart a break
Here we try after a massive effort
To bring out a few verses from heart...
And watch it come out dazed, confused and stupid...
Well, what can I say?
Let's get back to how it was
Let my silence converse with yours...