Wednesday, March 20, 2013

A Delayed Women's Day Message...


Don't Be Born Girls!!! 

Ya it sounds a bit extreme, but that's how things are.

Why do women get targeted?

1. The gold we wear

2. The makeup we wear

3. The clothes we wear (won't save us any better even if we don't bother to wear)

4. The colour of our skin (fair to be conquered and dark to be conquered)

5. The innocence we have (so easy to exploit and hush too)

6. The courage we have (remember any woman who hasn't been abused in any simple manner?)


Who will protect us?

1. Our family (hmmm, they are not physically or financially that powerful to protect us forever)

2. Husbands (leaving the ones who thrash or two-time their wives, the remaining are not Dhara Singh to wrestle the enemy)

3. Brothers (what about half the population that do not have them?)

4. Police (good joke)


What do we do?

Sometimes there is no straight answer. We need to grow extra pairs of hands and heads like Maa Kali and watch out for danger. Then with that many hands and brains working for you, it would be easy to get over any situation. One slash here and one kick there. Job Done.

Oh yeah! Respecting women starts at home. So we can be the stronger woman and teach our Sons and Brothers. A gift for the coming generations.

And till then, we can carry a pepper spray, pocket knife and go for that karate / kung fu or just a REALLY REALLY HEAVY HANDBAG (works wonders, I have tried it.)

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Everyday!!


I wake up in the morning, it is 6 o'clock
I brush; I bath, put up the coffee pot
 “Wake up dear, coffee is here”
I smile, I serve and move on
The kitchen is on the golden run

The cooker steams, water boils
I run hither, vegetables to dice.
A dash of spice and a pinch of salt
A spoonful to taste, “aah, Well done!”

Square boxes lined up
Lunches to pack
“Where did he put his bag?”
“My coffee is cold, Oh Smack!!”

The clock says nine, my Cinderella time.
A quick change,
Make up’s done
“Just a sec, I’ll join you Hon!”

Its 7:30 now, just back from work
Dinner time, rats in my gut.
More steam, more salt
Food to the table is brought.
No waiting I pray,
Hope he is early today.

It was, it wasn’t, just the usual
The day is done and so are the dishes.
I head back to my bed,
Groggy eyes, sleepy tread
I lie down and soon I am as good as dead.

And I wake up in the morning, it is 6 o'clock.