Scribbles

For last one week, newspapers and magazines have been producing pieces on Nehru before his birthday, his ideas of socialism and how it will sustain in the age when the government in power is doing away with “the idea of the Nehru”. They are taking his birth anniversary as a platform for political discourse. Apart from this we should also take this day to debate how we are playing with the children of our country.14 th November is celebrated as the children’s day. I think this the right time when we should celebrate and dedicate this day to ponder that childhood today stands at crossroads. Let us discuss what has marred our children. First and foremost is the education system. The culprit. The aim of education is to liberate human mind and ignite it, but ours is a system that binds the mind and degenerates it. For our kids text books are gospels of truth-absolute truth. If they write or say something out of text book, it’s thought to be a crime. Education today has become bu

There are days when I dont want to get up  I just want to yawn and sleep, I dont want to fight just want to lay and weep. there are days when I want my word should not reach the world. my voice is lost  somewhere within me. the echoes are trapped inside me. there are days  when I dont want to take on world dont want to get heard. keeping both palms over the years. I listen to my echoes and tears. There are days  when I am afraid to dream I fear the crowd. I cry out loud I sit on the debris of shattered dreams I am afraid to believe or trust. sitting in the room,helplessly heads down on knees. the moment tends to freeze. there are days I am not revolutionary but timid and ordinary stuck and afraid I move away from light to shade I disappear. I dissolve. in my melody melancholy. 

If a man fails in any fight for strength –society says he is not enough man. If man is not tall and handsome- society says he is not enough man”. If a man is unable to impregnate his woman,- society says he is not man”. If a man cries, loves compassionately and is not flesh hungry. Society says-Come on, be a man.  Society is not only difficult for woman to survive but for a man to prove his manliness as well. The way there is set notions of how a woman should be, the same way there are notions and stereotypes against how a man should be. Ask anyone to define masculinity –the answer would be –“tough, rough, hard, macho, sexy physique, has unmatched libido” and if any man fails to fit within this benchmark he is referred to as less-man or crude word “namard”. In the documentary ‘Father, son and the holy war’ by Anand Patvardhan, this reality is shown very honestly. How power is synonymous with the masculinity and masculinity with power and because of this, wars are

Few nights before, numerous women fasted for their husbands, partners and boyfriends and waited for moon to lit sky and celebrate hunger, slavery –legacy of the patriarchy. Indians are regressive no doubt but to what extent, that no one questions. when any international organization claims that half of Indians are hungry. All the stake holders cry about the report and calling it the shame for the country that roars of being the super power. When the country is said to be hungry, it is the matter of shame, then how can ‘hungry woman’ for her husband be the matter to flaunt off. So what it is that makes Karva chauth –fasting by women for men survive in this age of women empowerment? Or is it other way round because the women empowerment has not emerged as yet that’s why we have such customs still prevalent? Let us go into the matter for two classes of women, one women who still are not empowered in terms of education. Health and speech or any kind of freedom and choice and seco

“They: the world is here at whatsapp, where are you? Me: is its whatsapp or sharda university? Just because world is there, I should be there is no valid argument.” Oh lord, look at the times we have arrived. The joke stares me in my eyes everyday-facebook, whatsapp and other social networking sites are for connecting with people. World which is already disconnected and disoriented and detached from itself comes here to connect.  This is Why I decided to pen it down. I always sit in my classroom or any space for that matter as one of the extinct species who failed to adapt to the fast changing communication hostile environment .they discuss last night conversations on whatsapp-who frustrated whom, who posted stupid statement, who tried being beautiful, who left group, and what not. Welcome to the age of hyper humanity-where communication is not a way of life but life itself. World lives on facebook and whatsapp-it’s just for basic needs food, clothing shelter they come to

Life what a teacher you have been Giving right lessons at right time So that crap doesn’t consume my sheen. You killed some of my petty dreams To let the giant ones take birth Debris of shattered dreams disappointed But you made me forge the mightiest If not those hard moments When thee tested me I would have been an ordinary being, You were harsh so that Weak in me should die forever Fearful tears would not again let me shiver. I broke from the fever. Loss became victory. Why? How? When? It still remains a mystery How that cry child became fearless woman. How silence became the furious roar. I have become what I never imagined before. Since then, inside there has been revolutionary beam Yes life what a teacher, you have been.