Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Being abused in a land of Values and culture..India and sexual violence.

"A bubbly young girl, full of life and energy.She was one of my favorites  I could chat my way into dawn with her without a single dull moment.
Yet. Something about her equation with her Mom disturbed me. There was some emotional turbulence in her that made me very uncomfortable.
Somehow, her fabulous personality and erratic outbursts were too contradictory to be normal.
Then one day, she confided into me a horrendous story of abuse and distrust. She'd been sexually harassed for years by her own Uncle and her Mother refused to believe her. She was instead blamed of making stories and asked to shut-up.


I was left speechless in horror."   


Sunday, September 8, 2013

On dating a rockstar!

OK.So I'd gone to this lounge the other day that looked like a drawing room. It was so small that I could read into everyone's expressions even in the dim light.(:-/)

Besides the point.

In one corner of the lounge was a local band playing. Nothing extraordinary about that except that the band seemed to comprise of people who played for their passion for music.Now nothing extraordinary about that either except that there was this one guy in the band, ordinary corporate types, specs and all, who got my attention. NO.Not because I got a crush at first sight on him but because he was treating his wife in a way, which was ADORABLE! 

Since then, I've been obsessing with the idea of dating a guy who's in a band or something arty like that!

Think about it. Dating a rockstar. The benefits are SO MANY! One, he'll be creative in asking you out. Movie types- sing a song and make you go weak in your knees at the first go. 
Every time you fight with him, HE will be the one making up for the damage. Why? Because its easy for him to say sorry through a tune, No?There would be no power games between you both because the rules of the game are already set. He asks you out. He says sorry. He makes you laugh. He entertains you when you're bored. He takes you to all the cool places in the world and imagination through his music!

So fancy!!!

Oh! And did I miss how special you'd be made to feel all the time? He'll dedicate his music to you every time he performs and you'd always be his inspiration. YAY!

The only deal is that its hard to find a rockstar who  finds inspiration for his music in YOU.Sigh!Sulk Sulk.

Errr... I also forgot that there would be no insecurity issues with him. Why? Because being a rockstar, he would already have women falling all over him, all the time and that means he would be nonchalant about the attention beyond a point. He would also not be the cheater types.Why? Because, he's already had enough and now you have become his inspiration.Hence, its his music and its you. So Romantic!SO Sorted! :D

Being a rockstar makes him inherently passionate and creative. It also makes him dedicated to things he loves by default. So if you're in love with such a guy who's in love with you and also his music, its plain awesomeness! 

Heights of wishful thinking.:-/

Wake up.

But then! On second thoughts,wishful thinking never hurt anyone. Neither did a random blogpost! Did it?

"The boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning. And when it went away, he waited his
entire life for it to come back to him. It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning. There are many who couldn't understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again... And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart."- Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill 

Friday, September 6, 2013

Missing that girl


She was naive as a child,
Her demeanour too mild,
She bothered to much and felt alienated,
Often spoke to herself when disoriented.

She frosted the surface to escape the pain,
Blocking way for any loss but in the barter also gain,
As the ice trickles deeper inside,
Turning too cold even for self to confide,
Its sheer pity and a loss in the winnings,
Victories all the way but tender emotions go missing.

What is life if there's no hurt to humble,
What is love if theirs no surrender to crumble,
Crumble and rise from the ashes again,
Else live feigning with myriad invisible stains.

When pain is missing, it siezes joy too,
When ego is hissing, it takes pride too,
To find yourself you need to be lost,
To live fully you need to love without holding bars,
The wounds and scars make it worthwhile,
Trusting the universe is the secret of life.

As I write today, I miss that girl,
Miss that girl so hard to find,
That girl who lived with arms wide open,
Lived in the truth of every word spoken.

Its hard but I'll find her again,
Because vulnerable she was but also pristine,
I miss her unadulterated self,
I miss her warmth and her care,
That girl she's lurking somewhere around,
Waiting for me to embrace her when found.