Friday, December 11, 2009

Smile! :)



This post is inspired by Genie's Post "Smile Because" http://geniespeaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile-because.html



Everything today has a rationale, an explanation, an intention, and a Smile is no exception. So here are a few interpretations that I have come to, a few types of smiles that I have seen and well, in most cases been subject to! The deal here is, while reading the smiles stated below, smile differently while you read each of them and tell me if its effective.


1. The “this is how it’s done honey” Smile- this type of smile usually is the result of you not knowing how to do a particular thing in front of someone who does. Try eating with a chopstick at a restaurant, fail miserably, drop that wonton on the floor, look to your right/ left, there will be flashed a smile by a pair of lips that have successfully sucked in the noodles the way they are supposed to be with chopsticks!!


2.The “Shit I forgot your name” Smile- You get into the train at the metro railway, and this old school mate whose name you do not remember, has to be there in the same compartment, sitting right in front of where you are standing, and says, “may I hold you bag, hey, Hi!!!! How are you! its been so long”, and you smile to her and to yourself you say, “what was her name god! Please please god”. You do all this while giving her this particular smile!


3. The “the B****/B****** is here” Smile- you are at a party, talking to a friend and you spot a common acquaintance cum subject of hatred, he/she waves to you and walks near you. What do you do, you bitch/dog about that person to your friend while flashing your fangs in the “The B*****/B****** is here” smile. This kind of smile is verty flexible and can be used in most situations where you are around someone you do not like/love.


4. The “oops she did it again” Smile- you go to a wedding and your son/daughter/sibling/dog drops water/tea/coffee/plate/chair/etc on the floor, what do you do, u flash your “oops she did it again” smile. Hota hai bhai, relax!


5. The “ I so hate being a part of this conversation/party” Smile- I am sure all of us have been through this. Imagine yourself at a party with your mom’s friends, talking about how big you have grown, how your mom’s bellbottoms are something you must try, they are in fashion again after all :P, how you should be careful about choosing your career, how “arts nahi commerce is better for you beta” , with the kitne duble/dubli ho gaye/gayi ho when you just weighed yourself and have discovered that the pastries from cakes have finally shown their true colours.


6. The “I am going to flunk” Smile- you finish your paper an hour before the others, you submit your paper and leave the room, you get the dirtiest of looks wanting to know if your claims of not even completing the syllabus, forget revising were false, you give them the guys, don’t worry, “I am going to flunk” smile and leave, putting a smile on their faces in return!


7- The “Miss India” Smile- you are in no mood/frame of mind to smile, u have a head ache, stomach ache, and a friend says smile I am clicking, the pain vanishes for those 4 seconds and there comes the miss/Mr India smile!


8.The lost Smile- No this one is not connotative of a smile when you are lost, I am talking about a smile which today is a little difficult to find, is lost. I call it a genuine Smile. A smile which has no connotations, no meanings, no hidden aspirations. A smile, which wants in return only one thing. A smile.

P.S 1- did not mean to get preachy at the end.
P.S 2- dimpled smiles are particularly cute. No Bias though!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Stand UP!!!!




The past few weeks have kept me super duper busy and taught me a great deal at the same time.
I was recently involved with the Maidan clean up campaign. There was so much garbage, most of which was “government sponsored” that one could not even see the ground. I , personally threw nearly 15 sacks of thermocol and there was still loads lying there. The high point of the clean up was when six little kids, living nearby, enthusiastically started to help us, with no slippers to protect their tender feet, they just kept going. Baku said to me, “didi aaj yahaan park banaake hi chorenge. Phir hum log yahaan ball ball khelenge”.
To him I said, haan zaroor khelenge, to my self I added “ek din”….
I am looking to do something for these kids, I dont have funds, i know it will take time, but where there is a will, it always finds its way!

As part of the stand up and take action campaign, My friend of two decades now, Vibhu and I organized a little play called “The Crazy cockroaches” (my little sis sana, friend ash, vibz and I played the roaches)… we sang, danced, acted, distributed things like pencils , soap, jute bags to the school kids, to street kids who saw the play. It felt nice. Through the play we taught them the importance of cleanliness of living harmoniously, the problems plastic can cause and by the end of it all, the kids, before leaving made sure that there was not one piece of garbage on the floor. The dustbins were full! It felt even better.

Today is diwali and I think I have had one of my best Diwali’s till date. Vibhu, this kid (he will kill me for calling him a kid, he is in college 2nd yr) Dhruv and I went around Russell street and park street distributing paper bags and pamphlets detailing the end poverty campaign for about an hour and a half. Some of the experiences were just amazing. Outside this dry cleaning ka shop called “shanghai” in Russell street we stopped a lady, elderly, handed out a bag to her and said “happy Diwali”! she refused to take it and said “I am sorry I am not giving you people any donations”. We smiled and told her we don’t need any, this is her diwali gift from us, and ours in return would be her promise to us that she would avoid using plastic bags and discourage people to use them as they are main cause of the flood menace and other hazards for our city, our country, our world . She was so impressed, she forced us to take a 100 rs from her, use it for one of our awareness campaigns, she also gave us her number and said she would love to be a part of our future endeavors. We stopped about 80 people on the road today, and explained to them why its important for them to stop and think and not pollute the environment. And you know what, they smiled, and listened and said they will try. One of them said, “don’t you guys want anything in return?” and we said, “no sir, happy diwali!” After all teh hardwork we came back to Vibhu's place had pizza, pasta, icecream, laddu, kaanji vada and made a beautiful flower rangoli! I love my life!



My peace workshops now called "Peace for Youth" will resume now as vacations are over. Really looking forward to that now. We have got a beautiful banner made for the same!

And if you liked the post but thought that it could have been written in a more crisp manner, pardon me, pardon my fever.

Until the next post
Stay conscious!

Peace...

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Mender....


I once met a man on the street
Curiously intently looking at all.

‘What do you do for a living sir’, I asked,
He mends destroyed souls he said.
I was shocked beyond repair! Am I talking to god in disguise??
‘Tell me more Sir, tell me more’!

He said he waits for people to wear out their souls,
“These days there is so much money, honey, that souls are less cared for,
People walk through all the wrong lanes and streets,
Can harm their souls even behind closed doors .

“I wait for people to wear out their souls completely, to trample on a mess,
I wait for them to be rendered completely soul-less,
I wait for their souls to go to waste,
I wait for them to take wrong decisions and head on to a slippery slope in haste.”

“People then come to me to keep my profession alive,
They bargain with me to get their souls mend! Can u imagine!
Bargain for something so insignificant as a soul!”

“Excuse me sir? A soul is a huge affair! Where would a man be without a good soul?
And you wait for people to wear them out? Who are you? Certainly not God?”

He laughed real hard and said,
You got me wrong child. I don’t mend “souls”
I meant I mend soles.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Women and Rights;an Indian perspective.

(This ia a paper i had recently presented in the american centre in kolkata, its a little long yeah, so if you have the enthu do read it and tell me if u like it!)

Nehru had rightly said, “You can tell the condition of a nation by looking at the status of women of that nation.”

The position of women in India has undergone tremendous changes through history. From having a largely unknown status in the ancient era, through the medieval period’s low points, to the present scenario, the history of women in India has been eventful.

Human rights, simply put, are certain rights which one has by virtue of being born human, thus, Every woman and girl is entitled to the realization of all human rights -- civil, political, economic, social and cultural -- free from any kind of discrimination, just like any other human being. The situation that prevails in our country today, however, has a different picture to portray.

The woman of modern India is confidant, self reliant, we say, but this fraction of the urban modern woman only projects a part of the true picture. With most of India’s population situated in the rural areas not all women have seen the light of the modern globalised world that India has turned into. For them the most important task of the day is not doing something extraordinary in the world around them, but to line up early in the morning to collect water for their families, while worrying about their children at home, being beaten up in case of delay in household chores all at an age when the average urban woman or man for that matter would be availing educational opportunities or perhaps be talking about liberation and human rights.


Unfortunately the statistics and data sum to defy the rosy picture that international human rights standards beautifully display on paper. The fact is that policy making bodies still lack a significant number of women. Where the question of the 1/3rd quota is concerned it is a cause of worry to see no agreement being arrived at by the Indian law makers on the issue. It is disturbing to see that around crores of women in our country can neither read nor write; making up the world’s largest number of illiterate women in a single nation, and the sex ratio of 933/1000 is one of the worst in the world.

India as a nation today is growing, and so is its population. Amartya Sen has rightly stated that the most immediate adversity caused by a high rate of population growth lies in the loss of freedom that women suffer when they are shackled by persistent rearing and bearing of children. Social and economic handicaps such as female Illiteracy, lack of economic independence and employment opportunities contribute greatly to muffling women’s voices within the family and in society. Secondly according to Sen, the absence of knowledge or facilities of family planning can also be a source of helplessness. Third, there are cultural, even religious factors that place young women in a subservient position and make them accept burdens. These inequities may not even have to be forced on women physically as women’s subservient role as well as frequent child bearing may appear natural when these practices have been sanctioned by a long history that generates uncritical acceptance.



Another very important area that I wish to dwell into is the sexual crimes committed against women. It is commendable to see the great number of laws to punish the offenders of sexual harassment, be it at the workplace, or rape by public officials etc, what saddens me is the fact that marital rape has not been declared a crime in India the way it should have been. Section 375, the provision of rape in the Indian Penal Code (IPC), has echoing very archaic sentiments, mentioned as its exception clause- “Sexual intercourse by man with his own wife, the wife not being under 15 years of age, is not rape.” Women so far have had recourse only to section 498-A of the IPC, dealing with cruelty, to protect themselves against “perverse sexual conduct by the husband”. But, where is the standard of measure or interpretation for the courts, of ‘perversion’ or ‘unnatural’, the definitions within intimate spousal relations?

The much awaited Domestic Violence Act, 2005 (DVA) has also been a disappointment. It condones sexual abuse in a domestic relationship of marriage or a live-in, only if it is life threatening or grievously hurtful. It is not about the freedom of decision of a woman’s wants. It is about the fundamental design of the marital institution that despite being married, she retains and individual status, where she doesn’t need to concede to every physical overture even though it is only be her husband. Honour and dignity remains with an individual, irrespective of marital status.

It is also important to discuss the position of The Indian woman in comparison to her counterparts in the different parts of the world, developed as well as developing, keeping in mind the topic of discussion today, “India in the new Global order”. We tend to believe that it is only women in our country who are denied their rights or against whom violence is committed, but it is astonishing to see her counterparts in the “developed” world facing similar issues. In the US, a woman is raped every 6 minutes; a woman is battered every 15 seconds, in 2001, more than 15,000 women were sold into sexual slavery in China. With regard to political rights, though in practice one sees deterrence, at least constitutionally every woman in India has the right to vote, compared to her counterparts in countries like Bhutan, Lebanon, the Vatican City and Saudi Arabia. Where the age of marriage Is concerned it rings a bell to note that where India, considered developing, has the age limit atleast on paper of 18yrs, the US allows marriage at the age of 16, and even before that with parental consent



In spite of all that I have said so far there is no doubt that we are in the midst of a great revolution in the history of women in India.; the voice of women is increasingly heard in Parliament, courts and in the streets. While women in the West had to fight for over a century to get some of their basic rights, like the right to vote, the Constitution of India gave women equal rights with men from the beginning. Unfortunately, women in this country are mostly unaware of their rights because of illiteracy and the oppressive tradition. To say that Indian women have made no progress in the last sixty years of the country’s independence and to discount the role of the government in the sphere of women’s encouragement would be blatant criticism. The country’s concern in protecting the rights of women finds its best expression in the Indian constitution which not only empowers the state to make affirmative discrimination in favor of women:Art 15(3), but also imposes a fundamental duty on every citizen through Art 15 (A) (e) to “renounce practices derogatory to the dignity of women.

The Platform for Action adopted at the 4th World Conference on Women states: “Without the active participation and the incorporation of women’s perspective at all levels of decision-making the goals of equality, development and peace cannot be achieved” and India here is no exception. If India is to emerge as a power with equal standing with every other nation it cannot do so without ensuring that the rights of its women are not just guaranteed but also protected.


I would like to end with a little verse which best defines the position of women in India today;

No more the sky is dark for me
No more the horizons bleak
Shout out the light for me
And I………
Will snatch the sunny streak.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

A "Peace"ful trip to remember!!!


After a full fledged effort at creative writing in a paper which required none, our HOD called us to his office. I did not want to go to listen to the same old, how was the paper etc etc, but I am basically a nice person..hehe..so I did.

He informed us about a peace workshop In Nepal the deadline for applying to which was over. He said we could still try. After paper 2, bleh……….
But, well I did, and so did my buddy ash, and before I knew it, we ware two of the 4 students representing India in that workshop!!!!

I was to leave two days after my exams, so there was no time for shopping!! It was my first time in an airplane, in the sense that, I have been in one a lot of times, but was too young to even recollect what the loo looked like!!
I was soooooooooo happy!!!!! One week of freedom, one week of meeting new people, but I was also apprehensive about sleeping during the boring speeches which I was sure I would be subject to!!
But the workshop was anything but that!

After spending a day with a Nepalese family in Katmandu, we were shifted to Godavari, Lalitpur, Nepal, in a beautiful and luxurious hotel!! After being given 20 minutes to settle down, we met our fecilitator for the next 4 days, Mr Ekraj Sabur, or Ek, as he likes to be called.
The next four days passed in a jiffy!! We slept for only 5 hours everyday! Me and ash, for 3 or at the max , cuz we had “bhujia eating sessions” in our room from 2 am onwards! We even missed breakfast at times because we couldn’t let India and its tradition for punctuality down because of selfish reasons! Hehe (plus we would rather dress up all prim and proper than go for a heavy breakfast, don’t blame us.)

The days were full of activities, some weird, but it all ended in some sort of a conclusion which left us all amazed. For instance, for one particular activity, the students were divided in to two groups, and asked to draw their version of a peaceful world. After this, the pictures were exchanged and and each of the groups were then asked to destroy the other groups perception of a peaceful world. Students seemed more excited to do this than to create the former picture. After this task, it seemed impossible to rebuild the picture, but our facilitator, asked us to do exactly this. After a lot of thinking, collective effort and team work, both the groups successfully rebuilt their peaceful world pictures. It was amazing!!

I made friends from Pakistan, Nepal, sri lanka and Bangladesh. There was a cultural night where me and ash, performed a play on religious harmony from the eyes of a mosquito!! And it was a hit!

Some of us bonded like we knew each other since forever! Mayukh, Ash and me from Kolkata, Saquib from Pakistan and Kuldeep from Nepal.

On the 5 th day we were to meet the prime minister of Nepal, and submit to him a youth declaration which we had not even started working on till 12 at night the day before. But, however, with 2 packets of lays, one bourbon as fuel, we, 5 of us started our mission and by 3 we had a rough draft prepared. On the last day of the workshop, we finalized( can I say “I” here as my friends decided to give me the “privilege” to do the same all by myself! hmph) the draft and met the prime minister at his residence in the evening. I read the draft out in front of him and shook hands with him,
( manmohan singhji, are you listening??).

The Indian and Pakistani team were to fly after another day, so we shopped went to Pashupati Temple or posupoti as one of our organizers called it. Kuldeep invited us to his place for dinneer where his sister cooked for all of us! We had a blast. The five of us stayed up till around 4 in the morning , and were to go see the “ex” palace and do some last minute shopping in the morning. We were however in for a surprise.

Kuldeep, whom we deprived of any sleep he begged for, knocked at our door at 6 am, to tell us that there was a bandh and no transport was available, so we would have to walk it to the airport, which would take us not more than TWO HOURS!! We felt bad for ourselves, and for him. (the organizers couldn’t make it to the hotel to drop us because of the bandh, and kuldeep who had his exams in a week’s time, whom we did not have any sleep happily agreed to drop us)

We were however lucky to find a bus, specially arranged for tourists with his help, and were at the airport 7 hours before our flight.

I will never forget me and ash discussing about ahem ahem, someone who must not be named, and having “aamshotta” at 3 in the morning!!!
It was all in all an experience of a lifetime, no squabbles, no arguments, making wonderful friends from all over south east asia!!

PEACE!!!!! (or as Jenee our sweetheart called it ‘peash’)

Saturday, June 6, 2009

i will be back soon!!

hello all!!
my first yr exams just got over.
YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Yes, where was i, my exams...YABADABADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..
sorry i am gettin carried away!:P
anyway, am leaving for a workshop to nepal, yes i will be phoren return!!:P
Hope to write somethin soon!!
till then......miss me!!!!:P
(you get it na??i m basically very happy abt completing those 5 HUMOUNGOUS papers!!)

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

My Moonlady...


She sits by herself,
With hollows in her heart.
She likes to believe she brightens the otherwise dull world,
But the world, it deprives her of this happiness.

She calmly bears solitude,
While the world around her moves at its usual pace.

At times, she is forced to hide behind dark,dead shadows.
She sits up there, in the façade of a queen like existence,
Little does anyone know, that her twinkling subjects are not at her mercy.

She doesn’t complain, they say her existence is on rent.
Like a phoenix she stands tall on days,
And disappears into thin air on some, like she never was.
They don’t question her arrival, her leaving,
They know she won’t be gone for long, they take her for granted
She lets them…

I can see her face from far away,
I can see a change of emotions in it everyday.
She smiles upon me; I can even see her sigh,
I see an expression sometimes on her
A look which says, she just bid her beloved ….goodbye.

In some ways she is like me
In some I wish I was like her….
My moon-lady.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I Want To Blog It Blog It!!


I want to blog
For which my brain cells have tried to slog.
I do not know what to write,
My writings now give me a fright !

I do not have a writers block
My brain is lying in serenity in its “chamber” under a rusty lock.
By the way, what is the time by your …errrr….mmm….clock?

Please tell me if you survive reading this piece of crap,
I read it and I was zapped!
Look what has dawned upon me,
I need some fodder for my brain you see.
For all those who do not know this is not how I write
Will never dare again to open this site!!

I don’t know if this is a limerick
Or a nursery rhyme
But in the blogging world
To write such a piece could surely be considered a crime!

But I cant help it, I will write and laugh at my own labor till I cry,
If you think I have lost it…
Kill me and I will die!!!