February 5, 2013 § 8 Comments
Is that she
She married chaos
when she was eight.
January 25, 2013 § 61 Comments
there’s a reason why i don’t read so many blogs anymore.
no really, i’d like to.
but there’s nothing out there for me.
there is an inherent lack of emotion.
no feeling. no love.
it’s usually some cribby stuff about some stuff that some people care about.
i don’t care about politics or your favourite song.
i care about yourself.
tell me about you. what’s on your mind?
you don’t need to write about topics. fuck em. you, are everything.
sit down and tell me about your thoughts. not your fucking day.
everyone lives the same day, yours isn’t any more significant than mine.
what’s special is your interpretation.
maybe you don’t feel as happy as you normally do? is it?
that’s what i care about.
create the illusion of love and i’d read you.
that’s what real writing is. how you make me feel.
make me feel special.
you can only do that by being personal and offering me something that i don’t have.
not knowledge or insight, i have a brain.
your experience. i want it.
January 14, 2013 § 26 Comments
A quiet stillness
An angry glance
A cold vibe
Nights of avoidance
To speak up
To say what it
means to be in love.
Read also: ‘They’.
December 29, 2012 § 116 Comments
i have something to admit. it has nothing to do with how i screwed up my life this gone year, or how i have big plans for the new year’s eve. nothing of that sort.
i admit i am ashamed to be an Indian.
ashamed to belong to a city where women are gang-raped, and have a steel rod shoved inside their vagina; before they are thrown off a moving bus.
a city where throwing acid on a girl who has rejected a local goon’s love for her is as common as the sun rising in summers.
where women are objectified and are molested in broad daylight. daily.
ironically, i also belong to the same country who worship their Goddess’s in the form of Durga, Parvati and Saraswati.
the ones who are reading this and are Indian, are perhaps feeling the same indignation and anger as i do. the ones who are not Indian, contrary to the other posts of my blog, trust me; i am NOT that strong to narrate the incident. it gives me goosebumps.
when a Bin Laden does a 9/11 on the USA, an Obama makes sure that his countrymen are done justice to. sadly, we don’t have an Obama. not even close. we have masked politicians who prefer hiding in their stone houses, than assuring their own people that they will be taken care of.
but what we do have is the youth of my nation. kids, who are politically aware; women who know when to raise an alarm; students who can stare back at the Police in the eye. we can, and will change the nation. they might break our bones with a lathi charge or soak our ideas with a water cannon or even tear apart our dreams with tear gas shells; but that will NOT stop us.
we will pave our way to change. so that next time, a part of me does not die when i watch news on the national television. so that i can look my daughter in the eye confidently when she leaves home for college. so that we, the fairer sex, stop submitting to anything that makes us lower our dignity.
so that there isn’t another Nirbhaya in my country.
#nirbhaya: the unafraid one.