The 'I am Me' Rant...

This may offend you, make you angry or sad... I don't know. But I do not believe that society will ever treat two human beings equally; something or the other will be found that will be used to discriminate, control and discourage. Gender, race, caste, money are just tools used for these. If these diffrentiations cease to exist, new ones will be found. I write this as a woman...albeit privileged and fortunate enough to be born in a particular kind of a family...

I am me
The whole me
Each part of me is mine
Mine alone to dine, wine
and bed
No God, no devil
I am just me

I am me
The fat on my belly is me
The scar on my nose is me
That bald head of a year back is me
The tears in my eye, the loud laugh is me
I change as you do change,
With time, But I will not be the bird in a cage

I don't care if they care for me
But control you can't me
I don't care if 'they' are 'bad'
But I will do what is 'bad'
Oh! the dress I wear is to low or short or tight
But for that right, I will put up a fight

I am me
Each part of me is mine
Mine alone to dine, wine
and bed
No God, no devil
I am just me

I don't care what 'they' say
Come what the hell may
I will be me
I will be me

This post has also been published at Mission Sharing Knowledge

She.. A woman

The Sex,

Once known, it remains

To be seen,

If she would see light

Or murdered she would be

Within,

Will this world, she see??

By birth, it’s decided,

Her future,

Her thoughts, conditioned to submit,

Her Voice, subdued and restricted

Every step she is made to realize that she is different,

Through Rebuke, Idealization, Emotion or something else

She is made to feel different, think different

The Child is moulded into a 'She'

Growing up is a pain,

Shame and Modesty

These words are introduced

The Honour and Dignity of the family

Are put into her innocent lap,

Even the Culture of India,

To be protected by her actions!

Confused and Encumbered

She remains,

Everything is changing, nothing remains the same

She is made into what is wanted of her

Not, who she is...or who she wants to be

Is there a choice?

Marriage is inevitable,

Not that against it I am

But why inevitable? From her birth,

She is told

Preparations start,

All the saving, investing

More than that the lessons

Of subservience, manipulations and techniques of control!!

(She needs some weapons too you see!)

Her life is a saga of

Sacrifice, Compromise, and many other 'ices'

Outspoken, she can’t afford to be

To be Seen, not Heard,

Sometimes not that, even

Father, Brothers,Husband, Children

Rule her world,

She is the foundation of their lives,

Yet ignored, rejected at times.

Put down, used, abused and abandoned

Intelligent? Hard working?

Artistic? Or whatever?

Does it matter?

What does she want? Does that matter?

What matters then?

The gender defines her roles

What she can do? How strong she is?

And Every other aspect of her life.

It is hard to break the mould,

It is difficult to find acceptance,

Feminist,Different, Bold, Selfish,Abnormal,

These or some other tags

Will be her reward, In case she does...

Achievements or Recognition, leave aside

To be herself, Just,

The Fights she has to face,

This is Her story

Being a woman...

Eve Teasing? Are you Kidding me?

Frankly,I take offence to this term eve teasing.. Wikipedia describes this term as a euphemism used in India and Pakistan for sexual harassment or molestation of women by men in public... According to me it just makes light of the inexcusable, immoral and lecherous actions of filthy cowardly men who do not leave an opportunity to humiliate women.

Personally, I myself have undergone and have seen such shameful instances and am proud to say that I have stood up against the insensitive and disrespectful perpetrator(s) of such actions. But more often than not, the woman/girl is 'advised' to keep her mouth shut and tolerate such disrespectful actions. What is that prevent women from raising voice against sexual harassment in public? Why are we silent witnesses to the lady standing beside us in a bus or walking on a busy market street getting violated?

Its rampant in India, this kind of public sexual harassment. And sadly, most of us feel that the woman is equally responsible.' The lady in question is judged on her dress, her mannerisms etc if she dares to raise her voice against the pervert who pinches, fondles, or uses sexually flavored filthy language! The people nearby are more interested in seeing the 'tamasha' than intervene and put the perp to task. The sneers, the comments embarrass the lady to no end. Yes there are laws, but more than laws, the attitude of the society, men and women, towards such acts need to be changed.. the term eve teasing should be done away with...

Walking down a street, travelling on a bus, or even partying with friends, the one thought that is always there in the back... How do I prevent myself from being subjected to public sexual harassment? Thus special effort is taken to dodge the hands and legs, dress and act 'properly', etc etc but does it spoil the fun or not! So does being a an average woman mean that I need to behave a certain way to avoid being targeted... No!The fact is that, however you behave, dress and wherever you are, whatever time it is... you are at greater risk of being violated just because you happen to be born as a female.

Am I not a free citizen of this country? Why does being a woman make me less free? Why do I have to tolerate the nonsense of the perverted men who want to assert their non existent superiority or sexuality?

Best of Luck!!!

Your eyes are pits of smoldering fire and sparks

The veins throb hard as if trying to burst and flow out

There is a look which I have not see before

But scared I am not… as I look at u eye to eye

Your slave I no longer am

My identity no longer from you stems

It is mine, of my actions and desires

It exudes independence, excitement and elegance

Risen from the ashes it has… which you tried to destroy

No! you no longer affect it… no longer! no longer!

Surprised I am at my own will and courage

All I feel is a sarcastic pity at your cowardice

Bound you too are by your own prejudice and ignorance.

Wisdom and good sense elude you

All I can say to you is

Best of luck my friend!!