Saturday, May 18, 2013

Gender Equality -- an abortive issue!?


The issue of gender equality is a snafu that poses so many questions that strive to unveil the farce beneath!
When each and every one of us is unique, how can “equality” be an axis to the social structure? In my opinion, it’s a futile exercise which had yielded nothing…and which would yield nothing. Therefore, it is not "equality" but "mentality" that needs to be disciplined!

The mental, physical and emotional constitution of males is very different from the females; and that of the LGBTs. Accept it! Understand it! Because of this inherent difference (which constitutes the biological and psychological elements), males are more adept at performing certain strenuous tasks, for which women may have to really really really train themselves. Accept it! It’s a fact!
There are certain things that women are extremely skillful in accomplishing, which males find it really really incomprehensible…and it takes a great amount of training for them to follow suit.

A peaceful and conducive equilibrium can only be maintained when we UNDERSTAND, ACCEPT and CELEBRATE our DIFFERENCES.

It is only when people start abusing this innate difference that the problem arises. The root cause of all gender-related problems is undoubtedly this difference-abuse! And this holds true…notwithstanding the person’s gender! There are innumerable examples supporting this ever-existent bias. If families have a certain set of prejudices for the males and a different set for females, and are 110% illogical, then that family needs a serious conditioning of the brain(s). In my opinion, everything begins at home. If we teach our kids to respect the others and accept their differences, it goes a long way…and the kid would reflect the same learning in any and every environment. It is a given that what a child sees imprints his behaviour and consequently forms his habits/thoughts/disposition based on the visual learning. We set an example for the kids at home. It is we who are responsible for helping our kids become actually human (or a heavily skewed human-like creature …whatever our kids become, it is we who lay the foundation)! There are umpteen instances in so many families where parents have an utterly confused and sectarian concept of “parenting”.

I do not deny the fact that most people are a little too protective and concerned about their daughters due to various reasons that might become the biggest untoward incident of their kids’ lives. If the love matures towards concern, and is fairly logical, it is love indeed. However, there are cases (that can easily outnumber the positive ones) where parents feel a profound sense of shame for giving birth to a daughter because of their social beliefs (all nonsensical indeed), earning ability and a weird culture ingrained in their minds since eons! People base their theory on the one-stop-solution, which is “Education”. I don’t believe so!
You would be surprised to see the stats suggesting weird criminal offences committed by the elite educated class!! There was a case where a Mathematics Professor Father in-law, a Doctor mother in-law, a Heart Surgeon husband went crazy against their Doctor daughter in-law/wife and tried their best to kill her and her kids just because she gave birth to twin girls!! Does education has a role in scrubbing clean the mentality? Tell me? Arguments are far and few between! Why, every one of us...the so-called educated lot, know…and are very well taught in the schools about the X and Y chromosomes, isn’t it? What depends on what…we all know…and yet, the educated class, once out of their Mercs, settles into a pit of garbage axioms! This is just one example. There are many cases where the male partner sadly has to keep mum and live under the shadow of his better half (…for better or for worse) for the fear of many many things (peace is the foremost, without doubt!). Where does the balance go then? Even this is an emotional abuse… well, of course it is!

How many times are you pipped by a person who shares common things with the authorities (managers, et al), such as the smoke-breaks while everybody at hand knows your credibility? Despite all the competence and substance, you lose out to the one who’s closer to the authorities! Hence the hoopla about reservations! (Though, i strongly believe against the reservation system based on gender. It is on the basis of merit and merit alone that people ought to be rewarded.) The system is everything but minus encouragement and motivation! And here, both genders play equally unfair roles, in their positions! There are numerous cases where the bosses favour their subordinates (who are certainly not very competent females) against the most able men in the team. And you guessed it right; it is these lucky dames who get easily and quite rapidly promoted to the next levels and their next. Whoever said that hard work and intelligence takes you places! Here, the only thing taking these lucky ones places is their gender (and the other things that come supplementary)! The real test of integrity is when you are totally, thoroughly fair to the people you are answerable to and for whom you bear a certain responsibility.

While you can try as much as you want to spread the education across all realms and all kinds of societies, the truth is… are you really confident of the message seeping inside the hard-shelled-nutty brains? Decide first, whether it is the brains you want to send the message to, or the HEARTs? And while you will always have people batting for the X and Y chromo theory, it would indeed count for some to bat for the more definitive − leading by example! The sarpanches, authorities at block, district, town, city, state and country levels …if they could set an example by living a biased-free life... If we, the white-collar-job-holders, can take charge and ownership of doing our best to uplift, in any which way, the mental block of people around, wouldn't it be a small yet substantial step forward? But that’s an ideal situation…too much of an expectation and mighty hard a dream! Yet, there is a word; it’s called “try”…
-- T

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Eyes don't lie! :)

How many times do we come across situations where, even though we see people talking, we can absolutely FEEL the communication is totally amiss? While the other person may go full throttle on every bit of their topic, the extremely sensitive heart knows -- it just knows -- their words are not coming from the heart! True to the core -- and something i truly hold -- what doesn't come from the heart never touches the heart!
 
It is funny how even the weirdest and most incomprehensible of things become the silly mind's most definite findings! No tangible reasons -- just a strong base of incorporeality affirming and absorbing every single thing one sees, listens to and experiences. The most vehement effect, if anything has ever had, is the one concerning expressions and expressions alone! That which is left unsaid, infact says the most!

How beautiful then is the science of Kinesics! Everything that's reeling under the semblance of normalcy, affection and knowledge may indeed be scareful... deep-routed utter dislike and immaturity. Funny is, even though there's no analytics that steers the heart's inferences, it is able to read through! And EYES are one of the most apparent cues to a whole lot of emotions that may or may not depict so, on the surface, that is! After all, the heart instantly comes to know the deep-seated sentiments (or lack of it) when it finds you are not all eyes! People understand -- they really do -- under their own steam!
                                                                                                                                             -- T :-)

Friday, December 28, 2012

We are so damned great!

 
Her intestines brutally squashed with an iron rod; her face horribly battered; her vital parts monstrously lambasted; her esteem irrevocably trampled; her faith inexorably abashed ...the only thing that the assailants could not touch was her WILL...her INNER STRENGTH! Hers is the spirit to salute! Hers is the courage that sanctions a great deal of pride to the ones whose pride is heartlessly devastated at the hands of the ones who are unpardonable.
 
We are a nation of great potential...so great that we are driven by libido and lust...not exactly sure of the order though! 
We are so great that we exhibit extreme tolerance against all kinds of godawful crimes ---> be it rape, sodomy, paedophilia or numerous other kinds ----> thus, giving our treasured attackers ample opportunity to satiate their whims and fancies whenever and wherever they wish....notwithstanding the thrill of crushing an innocent in a moving vehicle...where the velocity of movements is compounded by the velocity of the vehicle....now, this is some trip!

We are a land of great saints and thus we reflect every known entity's greatness in our disposition ----> we are not moved by any amount of atrocity thrown across our face; we are not affected by the lowliest grade of wrongdoing hurled against our chest -- we practice forgiveness -- to one and all!! We are categorically so damned great!
 
Even as we see a bunch of miscreants rip us off our honour, we hail the eunuchs governing the system, we hail the law protecting the criminals...why yes! Because... such is our law that:
 
If a juvenile commits ANY crime (even if it is rape or murder or any other despicable act) he can be awarded, at the most, 3 years of imprisonment (yes! that's the MAXIMUM punishment for a delinquent according to the Juvenile Justice Act)! And, if the juvenile turns 18, he is set free...irrespective of the sentence awarded. That means, if a juvenile is 17 when he commits any barbaric act, the maximum punishment, for him, in our great nation, is 3 years... but the 17 yr old will turn 18 the very next year....so even though, his maximum punishment was 3 years, he actually serves for 1 year or even less and is then set free as soon as he turns 18!
 
If an adult surfeits his sex drive by pouncing and raping, the maximum sentence he is awarded is 10 years....and then set free. Yes! such is our law... how very convincing! How very right! How very just!
 
In the governance that protects us, the word "just" holds absolutely NO MEANING in the purview of "Justice"! No doubt, we are absolutely safe! We are totally confident of the impotent system which renders human value completely insignificant! Why should it do anything otherwise? Because, we are reigned by years of sexism left in the legacy for us to follow to the core! We are commendably an entire mass of invalid gatekeepers who cherish our baseless + illogical discriminatory views conceived at yore!
 
Young India dreams of a domain which is unbiased, pertinent, impervious to crimes (..of all sorts), fair, intelligent (we absolutely abhor the senseless, uncouth, third-class gibberish blurted by the authorities in power) and livable. We crave for a certain standard of living free from the fear of an entire nation being raped off its pride....raped by the ones who control the system, raped by the ones who follow the dictates and mercilessly raped by the ones who govern it! 
 
We are tired of confronting the continuous moral, physical and emotional assault since eons. The bruised sufferers (alive or otherwise) await justice. The entire lot is yearning for an able and robust system. All long for a fitting law against such appalling crimes.
We are searching our pride, long gashed and lost....

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Where Dream Meets the Eye



Two lonely eyes gazing upright
...at the horizon, where sea meets the sky
Through the window sils it sees
a little boy combat all life's sprees

It sees food aplenty in a plate
no more leaves on which no bait
no starking den, where a dungy bed lay
no grumpy corner - his life's essay

It sees many books - all new and shining
no waste bundles, no page whining
It sees pencils, pens and papers
...Magical world with pain-erasers

It sees people smiling all around
no sadness, no heaviness abound
It sees all hues of colours bright
no shades of darkness ever abide

Just when he was to see himself there
a stern call chasing knocked at his ears
"Where are you, milinger, who would wash the plates?"
The boy just had to snap out of his pace
His dream lay there at the horizon...one teardrop apart
His longing for a normal childhood thumped in his heart

With a yearn so tearing he pulled himself away
Surrendered his short reverie to the pile of plates...
If only there was something that he could ever buy
He would buy that moment where dream meets the eye!
                                                                               
                                                                                    -- T

Saturday, June 9, 2012

A peep into past

The extent to which life has become eventful is beyond comparison with the yesteryear. The much-awaited lazy Sundays, when we, as kids, would get ready and all set for the He-Man to flash his sword sky-high and proclaim, "I have the power of the universe" is etched in my memory forever. ...an elusive thing, albeit!
The zeal with which we used to patiently wait for Ramanand Sagar's Ramayana; and more than us, it was our grandparents who 'ld even bow to the supersonic echo of the conch on TV, signalling the start of a fresh episode ...it all seems so surreal now!

Our simple games -- i-spice, stone-hopping, local football and plain old doll-games...feeding doll all the leaves, pebbles and sticks i could find on our terrace garden...it's something that has a photographic image in my mind.
We were not a luxury-craving bunch running after all the hubbub, just so that we could buy an ever-illusory lifestyle. The equation is absolutely inversely proportional - it has always been so!

The most caring and thoughtful gesture of letter-writing is now replaced by online communication - E-mails. We do not want so much as to pick up a pen and write to our dear ones from our heart; pick up a phone and just dial to know how our loved ones are doing. Instead, we would rather leave a casual cliche - "How r u" on a social networking site -- and we are set! No strings attached! And yet we are attached! How cool and intelligent we have become! We stylishly run about daft, soaking in the madness of competition of any and every thing. We are so much richer by all the artificial expressions yet we are left poorer with emotions. We have come a long way, indeed!
                                                                                                                                                 -- T

Monday, December 19, 2011

Deep ...10 Under!!


Mother nature is full of breathtaking beauty both on land and under water. Having said that, the pristine charm blanketed by the Turquoise sea compares to none!
Underwater is resplendant with myriad colours, awesome creatures and virgin mass. In order to explore it with our own tiny eyes, we braved the challenge of scuba diving.
Looking at the huge, fuller oxygen cylinder/air tank (as big as me), i had 100% doubt whether i'ld be able to carry it on my back. But to my relief, the instructor made use of the buoyant force (long studied and forgotten in school) while in water, to help each one drown perfectly. And we were so up for it! The art to hold the regulator was a challenge in itself - no kidding. Every time we were asked to repeat one of the tactics, the salty water would go inside. Later, after nearly 5 dry runs, we got the method right!! (hush hush)

After all the gear-ing up and training in the sea, our PADI instructor took us deep down below. There was one instructor to each. We were four of us.
The experience is enthralling but the excitement dawns only after the intial struggle of good an hour and a half (..or so)! The pressure mounts on the lungs, ears, neck and God alone knows where and where.
The lungs start to gasp for breath. The ears start behaving crazy and their way of mutiny is by gifting a chilling, sharp pain that seems to crush the entire jaw line. While all this lasted for as long as we were under water, we constantly made an effort at equalizing pressure through the nose. Don't wonder how! Won't be able to demonstrate it in writing! :-P

The hands....they move around a bit. And then become lunatic in a longing to catch what the eyes see. The legs forget they have fins to their respective ends and that they have a purpose. Silly limbs! With all kinds of mismatch and pathetic motor skills, 10m under water, below the crushing weight of the sea, the colourful marine life is cent-percent ravishing! Truly, totally!

Sea horse, super colourful fish varieties (purple, blue, yellow, zebra stripes, green, orange, silver and even multicolored), molluscs, corals and their amazing chemistry left us bedazzled. The marvelous experience we gained underwater was completely out of this world--both literally and figuratively!


-- T :-)

Sunday, December 18, 2011

On our way to Havelock

With exactly two packets of Tom-Chi Bingo, Dark Fantasy and Bisleri we set sail for the most pristine of beeches in the Andamans--at--Havelock island!
While excitement was at its peak, we both were anxious, alert, snoozy, amazed and super thrilled--experiencing a concoction of 'n' number of emotions and their very natural permutations and combinations--all at the same time.
...even one dolphin leading the ferry would have proven an added treat for us; notwithstanding the aforesaid goodies our executive engineer provided us with.
...10-15-20 minutes..and that's it. We could no longer bear to not go in the open and let the sea tease us with its ever charming blue water. To hell with all the style, hair and sunscreen! And since God takes care of everything, we left our luggage to Him and sprung out in the open on the deck. ...Lost count of minutes, hours and for that matter even our age, admiring, playing, marveling the solid blue of the sea our ferry seemed to slice through, thereby churning the white foam and cool splash- again, again and again.

While we were lost in the beauty of this vast expanse, the sun started to blush red, bidding bye for the day. The jetty appeared within sight. Yahoo! we had reached Havelock. The rich golden rays dancing in the sea gave us a grand welcome, assuring us of far greater experience that was in store for us. :-) :-)

A moment of joy that's etched in our memories forever.



-- T :-)