Where is the Love?

Disclaimer: This is a long, detailed, analytical piece about dating, relationships and marriages in India. I am solely responsible for the thoughts within.

Right at the lunchtime, the office bell rings. When the door is opened, you see a handsome dashing guy entering in, with a tiffin in his hands. He hands it over to one of the girls in the office. What follows next is a series of Whispers and giggles. As kids, we used to play this game called ‘Chinese Whispers’ where a phrase was to be told to one person, and a chain of conversation was to be formed with the same phrase. In this case, the phrase that reached me was ‘She found him on TrulyMadly’, giggled the person next to me. The phrase sounded like it was about a product on Flipkart but it was indeed about the guy. TrulyMadly is one of those dating apps. The app offers a number of games like ‘Foodie Funda’, ‘Hocus Pocus’, and vivacious stickers to express things you might or might not be able to ‘describe in words’. TrulyMadly is not alone in the race. Continue reading “Where is the Love?”

Save the Romeo, the Majnu and the Krishna

Love is against Indian culture suddenly. Eve-teasing, Molestation and rape aren’t but two consenting adults falling in love is suddenly a national issue to be solved. Love is a problem. Like Trump’s MakeAmericaGreatAgain, Uttar Pradesh CM, Yogi Adityanath on his on-the-job-training has begun his magic tricks to make UP safe again. What has followed is banning of Tundey kebab, closing, burning of slaughterhouses and of course beating up couples meeting in public. Various morality guardians like the principal of Meerut College have come out and said,

‘It is against Indian culture for girls to have boyfriends.” (How about girls having girlfriends? Well, that’s not even “natural”, right?)

Lovers talking to each other are being captured on camera with their faces blurred like they are committing some crime out there. Such moral shaming is to be condemned. Not to give undue credit to Yogi, this is not the first time this is happening. But this is a good way to distract the qualifications and the clear contradictions of the UP chief minister about whom the PM has said that he needs experience and knowledge and will be guided further.  Continue reading “Save the Romeo, the Majnu and the Krishna”

The Girl on the Rope

I feel like I am the girl on the rope
On the side of the road
Embracing dangers face to face
Just for some applaud
And some pennies perhaps.

 

They are looking at me
While I am walking on the rope
It is not enough to go just one way
And just towards the end of it
It starts to get boring.

 

And I must do something more
They are looking at me
Some excited to see me walk
Some would love to watch me fall
But I must not fall.

 

So I take out two small balls from the pocket
And juggle them while walking
O ya, that seems to have worked
It just works fine
And just when I turn to walk back where I started..

 

One ball falls from my hand
So I throw down the other
Just so that they know it was a part of the act
Then they throw a huge stick towards me
I catch it and walk holding it..

 

And then there are a few rings thrown on the stick
By now I am tired
And I may fall
There is no safety
No one standing by guard..

 

I can’t smile anymore
My face lets out a frown.
I see I am towards the end of the rope
And look it’s over
I come down.

 

But there are just few people waiting there
Some have left giving some pennies
The applauders stand there staring at me
They are happy but not so much
And I know they won’t pay.

 

They won’t pay
You know why?
Because I did not smile enough
That at one point
I frowned.

What If

What is with the urge
Of that one last meeting
Before you leave
Even it is for coming back
And what if you don’t?
But I know you would
And it’s not like
I’d come to drop you
To the airport or the train station
I am bad at saying goodbyes..
That will be unnecessary
Unless you are not coming back.
But you are
So what is with the urge
Of seeing you one last time
Getting a bear hug
And giving one
As if it is the last time
Even if it is not
And what if it is?
But I know you would.

Life, Death and the Choice

 

I am darkness
I have been inside the mind
And the corners of the heart
Of this person
Who decided to call it quits
Just yesterday.

I saw there was pain
Prolonged suffering
And healing that never happened
Perhaps a hug would have stopped him
Perhaps a walk would have
Or a talk could have.

I tried to wave at the homies
Even the friends
See me.. Save him from me
Love him, take him out
Love her, take her for therapy
But they couldn’t see me.
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A Foetus is not a Person by Caroline Lund

Abortion in India is legal only up to twenty weeks of pregnancy under specific conditions and situations which are broadly defined as:

  • the continuance of the pregnancy would involve a risk to the life of the pregnant woman or of grave injury of physical or mental health, or
  • there is a substantial risk that if the child were born, it would suffer from such physical or mental abnormalities as to be seriously handicapped.

(via Wikipedia)

Recently, the Supreme Court permitted a rape survivor to terminate her pregnancy at 24 weeks, which is beyond the permissible 20 weeks limit prescribed under the Medical Termination of Pregnancy Act, 1971.

Abortion is a topic that is not as hot a debate in India, as it has been in the US. The basic difference being that in the US, the fight for abortion rights is at the point of consent of a woman of not having a baby. While in India, the legalities in abortion are focused on severe health risks for the woman or the baby, and that if the woman is a rape survivor where abortion is legally permissible before 15 weeks. There are obvious risks in the process of abortion due to sex-determination. But the point of consent of a woman is always missing.  Continue reading “A Foetus is not a Person by Caroline Lund”

Why We Suck Up to Our Abusers

Abuse is a word is generally associated with physical assault- whether sexual or not. Mental and emotional abuse is also an abuse. It is in no way less painful than the other. These people are leeches who become an incredible part of our system and then slowly try to erode it from within. These can be utterly selfish people who know how to get their work done. These species are both males and females, can be very cute, sweet, charming too. There are many ways of emotional abuse. This is not an exhaustive list.

Tools of Emotional Abuse

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