Once again, the pristine blue sky transcends to a purplish-grey palette with smears of heavenly white and devilish black. The bright green of the freshly bathed trees paints the atmosphere in florid hues. Once again, the aroma of the wet mud fills the air as the land relishes succor from the sultry summer sun. The monsoon is here.
If this feast to the senses that this resplendent season gifts isn’t enough, go outdoors and inhale a breath of enthusiasm as young lads enjoy the weather to the fullest , playing as the rain Gods drench them from head to toe. There is no sound that can be compared to the pitter-patter of the rain drops on tin roofs. I capture and savor the moment by sitting beside a window with the good book as the rain lashes at the panes and the roofs sings its rustic tunes. And no, I don’t forget the steaming pakoras with a cup of “chai” without which the flavor of the season fails to appease the appetite.
I remember my school days. The bus used to drop me in the lane just next to my house but I used to make it sure to jump on every possible puddle on the road and walk at a snail’s pace so as to be completely drenched by the time I reach home. There is nothing more soothing then the feeling of the rain drops trickling down the skin as if the soul is being washed to drain away all the gloom of life. There was no care about falling sick. There couldn’t have been a better alibi from getting a day off from school. I remember praying and hoping there would be incessant rains so that the school compound gets flooded. The rain gods were never benevolent enough to grant that wish of mine.
If you haven’t had any monsoon tales so far, you have definitely deprived your life of a vibrant colour. Go steal some moments for that child in you. Heaven’s no, you don’t need that raincoat. For once in life, take no precautions and take a walk through the park as the rain drops dance around you to drench that control freak in you. Walk with your beloved, hand in hand, barefoot on the wet mud to leave imprints of a memory so immaculate. Play with your sibling, have a with tête-à-tête your parents or enjoy a good book. If your exams are round the corner, sing out loudly, hoarsely and croakily the famous song from 3 idiots “give me some sunshine, give me some rain”, with special emphasis on Sharman Joshi’s lines while studying! I bet your parents will beg you to take a break.
So go out, have fun. Enjoy the weather while it lasts. For once, let it wash the murkiness off your hectic lives. Happy monsoons
P.S.: In over hyped and overly enthusiastic state, I skid while walking on the wet road. Even though it hurt, all I did was laugh .For all those who doubt the healing power of rains, I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hysterically at myself!
The Girl is seated comfortably on the couch, ready to interrogate the prospective groom for herself! It’s year 2030 and since the sex ratio has fallen to an abysmal low, mere 300 females for over 1000 males, it’s the women who are having a gala era for a change.
The visibly nervous prospective groom enters, a servant in tow carrying a necklace made of onions and potatoes for “shagun”.
(Hey! What do you think you are laughing at? At the pace of the recent price hike, it won’t be long before onions are sold by jewelers!”)
“How much do you earn?” she comes to the point without delay. “Can you cook? Do you have servants?”
“Dowry, how many litres of petrol can you shell out?” she quizzes. Obviously, petrol is the most precious gift he can give to her!
The poor boy stands there, his knees trembling with fear.
“I can’t afford the petrol Madame, but I sure can hire people to push your vehicle!”
She sulks with apparent displeasure. “You have crushed my dreams of a long drive on our honeymoon!! Any appalling habits, like watching IPL?”
(Why of course, what makes you raise your brow dear reader? It’s 2030, and IPL has been rechristened the “Indian pampered league”. It’s about everything except Cricket! Starry abusive wars, mafia, nude cheerleaders, molestations by drunken cricketers and obscene media coverage of the lot! What? Was it identical in 2012? Well! Well!)
The unfortunate boy is almost miffed with despair now! He loves the IPL saga, its obsession has been his patriarchal genetic inheritance.
“I love gardening! Do you own a tree?” she inquires next.
He looks at her bewildered! In 2030, when every piece of vegetation has been destroyed by concrete infrastructure, owning a tree is equivalent to owning a piece of land on Mars! (Yes!! Did I tell you? Mars real estates launched their first project in 2020).
He sullenly exits thinking that it would be cheaper to import a bride for himself from abroad. (He might have to take foreign language classes though!)
The disgruntled girl is left behind. She opens her face book account and writes:
“After kissing a thousand wrong frogs, I’d rather marry the gay prince of the oil fields in Abamaland”
My train of thoughts broke abruptly and so did the pace of my evening walk.
The whistle accompanied by a lewd comment that would be embarrassing to share on a social site, made my heart skip a beat. The fear gave way to anger as I saw that my predator, was a boy, probably just in his teens! He had the audacity to make such a remark to a girl who was visibly older to him. Women have that sixth sense inherently developed right from childhood that can distinguish between a casual or a meddling glance. If you are a girl, the radar is alerted and automatically switched on the moment you encounter prying male eyes or rowdy remarks.
Men have it seems always possessed the right to stare and pass unfiltered comments. You try to retort back, you’d be blamed for “asking for it”! What’s worse is that the society preaches to the victim to ignore such vulgarity with lowered eyes. For it is the norm in this patriarchal society, the blame ball is passed to the victim. Probably she wasn’t dressed appropriately or she gave the hint! I’m sure we haven’t forgotten Sheila Dixit’s remark on the murder of journalist Soumya Vishwanathan that ‘one should not be adventurous being a woman.’ Nor have we digested the 8 pm curfew imposed by the Gurgaon police on women employees. Not only has this encroached on women’s freedom and curtailed women employment , it’s more like giving the beasts a free pass to do their will after 8pm. Why can’t they put the same restraint on men for at least a day in a week! Why can’t Gurgaon police ensure security by patrol cars and plaindressed policemen.
The Gurgaon case is just an example. You would probably laugh out loud and cry altogether with tears of regret at being born a girl if you hear revered Mamta Banerjee’s comments! She believes the rape cases are a conspiracy by the Left to discredit her party. We have a woman president right, I wonder if she’s listening. She it seems, is just too contented in bundling up all women travelling in Delhi metro in the “pink coach” and with the women reservation bill in the fight for so-called “equality”.
It’s such a satire! It’s the same land where a girl is worshipped during navratras. It’s the same country where Devi is godhead, the supreme, divine force. In the same country, a women can’t be herself and follow her dreams, she can’t live a single day in her life without being reminded that she is a girl! There are certain standards she has to trail on failing which the social order will not take any responsibility of any danger that befalls her. Even If she does comply with the norms, there is no assurance.
To the girls, well all I can say is keep that radar on. Self defense tricks isn’t a bad idea In the wake of recent events, unfortunately it’s wiser ( it’s cowardly I know), but yes, sensible to keep safe. Do not ignore random incidents , they might recur at unpredictable levels. Bring it to the notice of people you know will and can do something about it. In case of street teasing, shout and garner public attention. The damsel in distress act may get the predator a few blows he will remember the next time he dares such impudence. Lastly, don’t ever dare think it’s your mistake. That’s probably the worst thing that you can do to that girl in the mirror!
I was just randomly skimming through a blog when I came across this poem that a very promising young blogger had written to vent his ire and scorn on the extravagant airs put on by a fuss spot species he claims to have borne enough with to remain a bachelor all his life. Though he claims by a foot note in the end that females would not be that dumb to think it was targeted at them with malice and doubt his unaffected love for them. I visualize him wearing that 70’s costume and singing to his girl friends “I hate you like I love you …” while sandals and stilettos fly in the air like missiles….
I have this remorseless feminist streak in me that is unusually aggressive when confronted with sexist ideas, however amazingly I couldn’t help laughing out at this one. Well, who said all we women knew was just sarcasm and whining. We can always take a dose of good humor provided that has nothing to do with our looking plump in a dress, our age, our branded dress , our views, our hair,…. oh! Well . Leave it at that!!….. ahem! For all those ladies who stand guarding the feminist brigade, believe me I will join you as soon as I finish this article, so please don’t outcast me, and don’t let your blood pressures shoot up.
It’s true at times we are just downright ummm silly to be precise. Like when we are too worried if our hair is looking all right, that we forget to change our bath room slippers. There are other hilarious instances when we keep trying to open the car with the keys only to realize that it’s just the same model belonging to the guest at our neighbors’ house who is giving us weird looks from the gate, not the same one we have owned for last one year. Yes, we do take hours trying to choose a dress, for we want nothing but the best. The genus that complain that we take time to get ready, if only they would all bundle up to mars, we would roam around in pajamas (PS : I will make sure my pajama is better than hers )
We love shopping, we can shop till we drop and maybe still drag ourselves to the next sale at Westside. Yes, we are crazy about soft toys, we hug them to sleep and give them silly names. We threaten our guys that if they don’t treat us well, we will get our “kutchus”, “pingus” and “ladoos” , an entire battalion of our soft kin and get them thrashed. We love to be punctual but we might bend the rules a bit for ourselves. In any case, it’s no chauvinism to keep a lady waiting. Yes, we do laugh and later ask what the joke was. We pick up artifacts that say do not touch. Once we start the tirade of bickering and gossiping, we can give competition to radio FM without having to gulp water at intervals.
We may be childish and immature, but we care for people even if we get nothing back. We may expect the men to hold the doors open for us, but we champion for equal rights for we don’t doubt the potential of our own hands. We turn on the tap and cry at drop of the hat, not because we are weak, but because we are never embarrassed of our emotions. We are unreasonable not because we don’t know the reasons, just because we expect some special people to explain it to us.
We get attached even with our house help, we fight with our friends even though we know we don’t exist without them, we laugh without reason, we shout, we jump at little surprises and cry when the star crossed lovers in our favorite serial die. We fight, sometimes just to find out if the other side cares enough to make it up. There are times we cry on our pillows to sleep and wake up with a smile pasted on our faces. That may be clichéd because we exist with various types of programming and the author has not yet attained her PHD in this genre.
That’s how we are and that is how we like to be. We are lovable and we are “us”. At the end of each cribbing of the opposite gender, they can’t help adding it’s we who add the much needed color to their poker faces and their well, their lives as mothers, sisters, daughters, friend, wives and well like it or not the difficult girl friend..We are sugar and spice, well though not everything nice..That’s so us. That’s the way we are.
PS: The Author is apprehensive that she will lose her female following. Don’t worry girls. The next article is the “Torn to Shreds” , discussion of the chromosome XY. Till then stay as awesome as you are . May the force be with us 🙂
It was just one of those family get -togethers I don’t really look forward to. Why I have such an aversion to them is because they often lead to such discussions that leave me wishing I could do a la- Mr. India disappearing act!. Well, in such a chit chat sessions with my relatives the other day that I realized that I don’t need to read reports about unfairness with girls, it is so deeply entrenched in our society that it is rampant in the minutest of forms. We have got so used to it and it has weaved itself so intricately in the social ideology that we have started ignoring it as something that would never change.
I had just announced casually that I had decided to pursue law after b.com. The reaction I got was like I announced I was planning to elope with a guy. “Law??”, “why law”, “women lawyers have broken homes”, “Narinder (my father) did u tell her lawyers don’t get good grooms”, “law is not a career for women, women are supposed to be docile and submissive”. I stared at them and for the first time I realized my argument would never change their beliefs. As my parents tried to dodge their question and reason out, I was lost in my own thoughts. Brought up by well educated and broad-minded parents, I had never been introduced to what is a “conventional” career for a girl.
What irritated far beyond the glass ceilings they defined and reminded me about was their concept that viewed every girl as another docile woman in the making who would be meek follower of the wishes of her husband and led by the males in her family. I fail to buy the viewpoint that suggests I should compromise with my dreams and passion just because it would lessen the chances of me getting a good match.
This was just a peep into the realty. The situation is much worse and grave. There have been numerous instances when I have been told by some aunty ji on how useless my education is and my being a good home maker would be the only thing that would be helpful to me later in life. There are others who advise that on face of eve teasing and being harassed with opposite gender, we should dare not reply back and just lower our eyes and ignore. There are other specimens who narrate how they started saving for their daughter’s dowry since she was in 12th like she is some commodity in the marriage market to be traded.
We have known of evils like female foeticide, early marriage, dowry, harassment of women at work places, eve teasing, molestation and preference of male child. These issues have laws being legislated so as to bring women at par with men. However, the bare fact is that we cannot eliminate these vices until we change the mindset. Today when women have broken all marble ceilings and have carved a place for themselves in every sphere of life, it’s high time to stop regarding her as an inferior. To all the parents and taejis-chachajis-buajis out there, realize that your daughter and the girl in front of you has the acumen to be the next Kalpana chawla, Indira nooyi, Fathima beevi or Pratbha patil. For all the girls out, learn to bring out the change you wish to see by being what you want to be.