Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Divide


I judge, and I criticise and I scorn
At decisions that were made ages ago
Decisions that changed our lives—
Maybe for the better, maybe worse
Who am I to say?
I judge and I criticise and I scorn
But sometimes
I wonder what I would have done
If I had been there
If I would have chosen to kill
Or chosen to die for what I believed—
Right or wrong, who am I to say…

If I would have gone along with the crowd
Just to keep the little circle of peace around me,
Fought for a larger peace, desperately hoping I was right
Or if I would have been baking cookies
Away from the madding crowd
Or if I would have got caught between warring factions
Neither here nor there, unable to decide for myself
Unwilling to fight, so my circle of peace would be intact
And died an uncertain death.

I judge and I criticise and I scorn
But who am I to judge?
When I don’t know what I would have done
In their place
At that time
Who am I to criticise
When I might have been just like them
In their place
At that time
Who am I to scorn
I can’t judge what I think today
What would I have thought
In their place
At that time?
Who am I, when I might be
Worse than them?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

the teaser


He comes in the dead of night, when you most expect him.
When you’re sitting awake, eyes wide, holding as much hope as you have closest to you, that’s when he comes.
And when he does, all hope is extinguished. Because there is no chance of escape, no ant can run fast enough, no needle is long enough to keep away

DRACULANT!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

the beginning


She walked slowly down the lane, not knowing what to expect. Every shadow felt like someone waiting to leap out at her, every grain of sand felt hostile.
The darkness around her was slowly creeping into her soul, ready to claim her for its own.
She gulped.
‘There’s nothing,’ she whispered to herself, ‘there’s nothing. The shadows are just shadows, the darkness is just absence of light, I’m going to be fine. Mum needs me tonight – I really cannot allow fear to overcome me.”
But deep, numbing fear of what might be waiting for her at just the next shadow made it hard for her to carry on, not stumble and cower in a corner of the alley.
And then she heard it. It wasn’t more than a grain of – something, dropping somewhere nearby, but she heard it.
Every sense alert, the blood rushing through her body, she still froze, finding herself unable to move.
The feeling of being watched grew upon her, her back muscles became stiff from the expectation of being attacked from behind.
She felt something move above her, and knew Death had come for her before he leapt, before he bit through her neck, and sucked the lifeblood out of her.
Her last thought was of her mum, and of the food she’d been taking back for her, which would never reach now.
The last thing she heard was, “Are those two ants fighting? Go, little anty, go!”
And this grain of sugar had been particularly tasty too….

This was just the beginning. No ant could be safe from what soon came to be called…

DRACULANT!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Genesis - We who are born, don't want to die


And God created Adam to be His likeness…
Adam started off looking like chewed-up gum, and God, He was worried.
But then Adam took shape, and God Heaved a Sigh of Relief.
And when Adam was Birthed through God’s Labours,
God Parted his umbilical cord from his belly, and
Mightily Smote him to make him cry,
And Washed him and So Forth
Until Adam, he was pure and smelled nice.

But Adam, crying he wouldst not stop,
Even when the Angels Rocked him,
And walked hurriedly around heaven,
In efforts to Bring Peace Upon him.
But Adam, crying he wouldst not stop,
Until God realised with Heavenly Truth,
That until Adam realised true misery,
He wouldst not value Heaven.
And so he created Eve even,
And made her slightly shapelier than Adam, God Knows,

And Lucifer Saw her and Wanted to Impress her
Which was why He Pretended
To be Too Cool to Bow.
And God Created Hell
Which is a Warm Place
For all the Cool People.



Saturday, September 18, 2010

Why're women still asking?

The women’s liberation movement started, formally, in 1848, with the Seneca Falls Convention.
Writer such as Virginia Woolf expounded on the subject – they didn’t ask why women weren’t being given freedom, they said, very definitely, that women weren’t being given freedom.
The question might have come down to ‘why’ at some point during the movement, but the main point that was being contested was not why: it was ‘please give us the freedom to think’.
That phrase has gone through changes in a hundred and fifty years. Today, it has become ‘please give us equal status with men’.
Does anyone see anything wrong with that statement, apart from the ‘please’, which admittedly and thank God, women don’t use when asking?
Asking. There’s the point, isn’t it? Why’re they – why’re we still asking? What do we have to ask for? Freedom?
And who’re we asking? Who’s going to give it to us? This isn’t like when the countries fought for freedom. We don’t want anything tangible that the men are refusing to give us. So where does the question of asking arise?
Freedom is not something that you grab from someone; freedom is definitely not something someone can give you. Freedom is how you feel. On the inside. People like Kalpana Chawla and Saina Nehwal didn’t ask for freedom. They wanted to do something, and then they went ahead and did it. Of course there were barriers – but who doesn’t face barriers these days? If a man wants to be a receptionist, he will seriously have to contend with the natural beauty and probably grace of a female receptionist. Same goes with an air hostess. Men are not the natural choice for secretaries, teachers, even modelling is mostly woman-centred.
Some might say women are chosen for those jobs only for their beauty and not their brains, but face it – men aren’t preferred in the army for their superior intelligence, are they? Or as plumbers, or swimming-pool diggers or, well, the list is very limited. Most of the ‘intelligent’ jobs are open to both men and women. Gender bias there is a personal problem, like racism.
As for what was traditionally called gender bias – there will always be an inherent difference between men and women. Women are different, and that is not in any way a demeaning statement. It’s the truth.
I’m not saying women are lesser than men – they’re different. They think differently, they react differently. It’s quite a lot more demeaning to womanhood, as it is, to try to behave like a man in the hope that you will be accepted in what you, and no one else, calls a ‘man’s world’.
It’s a relief to see women who have moved out of the ‘feminist’ rut and are starting to accept their femininity rather than fight it. It also is quite a relief to see men accept women as intelligent counterparts, rather than sex objects that cook well.
Which is why the women’s reservation bill took me by surprise. Which is why the debate over the women’s reservation bill took me by surprise. Which is why, every time I read about horrible hate crimes against women – this definitely includes taking dowry – I get surprised, to put it mildly.
Which is why I still wonder what it is that’s keeping scores of women from breaking out of their underdog psyche and actually look at themselves as human beings. And why there are scores of other women who demand ‘equal’ rights.
Stop demanding, please. Stop pleading with the men to give you something that is, frankly, not theirs to give. Teach other women to accept themselves, if you really want to make a change.
The world has changed since it was said of women that ‘they must be seen and not heard’. Today, it is a lot harder to ignore or belittle women, and anyone who tries it is widely accepted to seriously need psychiatric analysis. We’re being heard today. So why’re we still shouting?
Just go out there and grab your freedom by the horns. And then you can put pink ribbons on it, if you want.
The world is your oyster. Go ahead and decorate it.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

happily drunk

look beyond yourself and you'll see them;
laughing, playing, waiting for you to join them.
and your feet will tap in rhythm with their music
and a smile will form all by itself
slowly growing and spreading,
filling your head with the deepest intoxication -
one that can't be slept away...

Disappointment

Given to you all my life
i've given up for you all i had
all i ever wanted
everything i could get

but i gave it all up for you
this you made me do
and now that all i had is gone
you took away the least i'd expected of you