Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Tell me if it's not a conspiracy....


I grew up in a traditional Brahmin family. The only child... and a girl. As I was growing up, I had these fat aunties and gaunt uncles pulling my chubby cheeks and asking, "Don’t you want a brother?” And to be honest, when I was 4, I wanted one. Since I was made to believe that only a brother/husband will keep me safe in this big bad world after my father's time is up. Note, after my father's time is up. Not parents, not family, father. And, also, who is going to take the family name forward, they’ll ask.

Let's journey back a little bit. When my mother was expecting me, my father had wanted a boy. Don't be judgemental. No gender bias. My father is just fond of boys. That's acceptable. And to his credit he was equally overjoyed to have me instead! And he loves me immensely! I remember when I was growing up, he would boast to his friends and colleagues, "She's not my daughter, she's my son!" With his head held high and a proud smile on his face. He also brought me up like one! He taught me all the cuss words and introduced me to the joys of beer when I was 11. I started feeling like a boy. I was thrilled with the idea of behaving like a man. But what am actually indebted to my father for, is that he taught me self-defence. He taught me never to be afraid of anything or anyone. And to be ready to beat the shit out of any man who tried to misbehave with me, ever. And I still know those lessons, by heart.

But at the end of all this, I was still tagged as the son, not a head-strong independent daughter, but a "son".

This confuses me a little bit. 

Even today, when I'm making a decent living, pretty much on my own, I still want to fit into the shoes of that boy my father had expected in my mother's belly 28 years ago. My achievements and accolades are boasted about in the same manner as they used to happen when I was growing up! Things like, "Why do we need a son, when we have such an illustrious daughter?", or, "We've let her be, she decides, she chooses." 

And all of this makes me wonder, will my parents be saying these things if I had been a boy? "Why do we need a daughter, when we have such an illustrious son?" A 27-year old boy will be expected to make his choices and decisions, by default, right? But when a girl chooses and decides, why do parents develop this defence mechanism with the society? Are they feeling guilty, embarrassed, anti-social?

My cousin (male) bought his own house in Mumbai! Now, guys, that's huge. He's the family hero! But when I share my concerns about being able to afford a house here, why do people dismiss it by saying, "Oh, don't worry, you'll get married and your husband will buy you one!" Why? Not that I can afford one, but I still don't like being written off like that!

Let's journey back again. Brahmin family. The traditional thread ceremony for boys happens when they're about to hit puberty. Ancient myth has it that this is their initiation to learn sacred texts and Vedas. Girls are not allowed to sit for Poojas on their own (unmarried/divorced/widowed), even to this day, because they've not had this initiation. I always found that ridiculous! Not that I have any desire to sit for Poojas or recite sacred chants without knowing their meanings. But I've seen my father sitting for Shraddhas and finding it very difficult to enunciate the Shlokas, which I was rather good at. I even topped my class in Sanskrit in Class 10. Yet I am not allowed to sit for these Poojas, unless I get married, and then I can "accompany" my husband in these rituals. Why?

All of this is coming from a girl, who really has never had to face any real gender bias. I’ve not had to struggle at every step or prove myself (gender-wise). I’ve had it pretty easy. Education was not a problem, unlike this girl in my school, whose father actually calculated the cost of her education v/s the return on investment, since she was anyway only going to get married and cook and bear children. Everyone in my family was always clear that I’d be allowed to study whatever and how-much-ever I wanted. I would be allowed to choose my career. It’s also amazing how my parents are always so vocal about how generously liberal they’ve been with me! I don’t know if it is defence mechanism or if they’re trying to change the world. But what makes me wonder is that why does it have to come up, ever, and only for girls? And did you notice, when it comes to girls, families have to “allow” them to be free, to choose, to make important decisions on their own. It’s a part of our lingo!

Having said all of this, I also have to say that am greatly indebted to my parents for letting me be. What would have happened if my family was not so liberal? Well, I would have become Mallika Sherawat, I guess!

Hope you noticed the contempt in my tone when I mentioned Mallika Sherawat. Now I am slowly coming closer to unravelling this social conspiracy. We’ve all studied about the “Divide and Rule” policy that the British rulers adopted to tear us apart for their benefits. Don’t you see it! They’re doing the same with us, sister! Segregating us based on our skin colour, skin quality, breast size, waistline, hair (head/face/body/crotch!), eyes, height, weight, teeth, etc etc. We all are meant to have it all. And, God forbid, if we don’t, then no man is ever going to fall in love with us, we will never get good jobs, we will have no friends and we will die alone! What does this do? Makes us hate each other. I do that too.

Coming back to Mallika. Why do I hate her? Because she is out there doing things that is blasphemous according to societal norms. She’s living life on her terms (or so I hope! But let’s not get into this whole new labyrinth of the movie business and the mess.) So am taking a step back and analysing this mess. Basically, the problem is very simple. The society mainly thinks of us as necessary evils, because only we can produce children. Historically, across cultures, women are nothing more than baby popping machines, unpaid servants and sex slaves. Thank God for all the bra-burning, that has helped us come this far, don’t you think? But are we really free? I don’t think so. As long as am “allowed” by some unseen forces to do the things I want to do, I don’t think am really free! And as long as am “not allowed” to visit Sabarimala/Haji Ali, or to water the plants when am menstruating, or to have the right to cremate the dead, I am not free.

When I came to Mumbai and boarded the BEST bus for the first time I was pleasantly surprised (and hugely relieved) to see a sizeable number of seats reserved for ladies. So I plonked myself onto one. Then I looked around to see more seats reserved for pregnant women/women with children, the elderly and the disabled. That triggered it. Am I pregnant? Thank God, no. Am I holding a baby? Hell, no. Am I old and weak? No. Am I physically/mentally challenged? Not quite! Then why do I need this seat? Well, so that I am not groped! And the same applies to the Local Trains in Mumbai. (Am not even going to talk about the Metro in Delhi!)

This is the other conspiracy. Exclusion. Segregation. I know, a lot of us will argue that there is no other way out! How many perverts are you going to watch out for? How many gropers can one punch in a day? And, if you are from Mumbai, you’ll know what peak-hours public transport looks like! So it’s only convenient to hop into that Ladies coach every morning. Not that, it’s not an equally challenging task, either! I’ve been pushed and shoved and even clawed by my sisters too! But the point am trying to make, is that the society doesn’t want to deal with us. If we are groped, we’ll be given a special compartment. If it’s unsafe to travel at wee hours, they’ll tell our bosses to let us go early. If we are raped, they’ll say we asked for it. We did not dress well, our conduct was questionable and we did not abide by the societal norms. Period. It’s never them, it’s always us! Men will be men, they’ll say. You have to watch out! How convenient no?

But my daft mind always wonders. Why can’t they, instead of asking us to be in Purdah and sit at home, empower us? Why do they not give us self-defence classes in school, instead of shoving a “Do-s and Don’t-s List for Girls” handcuff on our arms?

I try to live by one principle in life, but most of the times I am not “allowed” to follow it. It’s very simple. What for me, a woman, is wrong, is wrong for a man too. And what for a man is right, is right for me too. But of course, it’s an illusion, no? I may not have burnt any bras in my entire life. In fact I constantly invest in them, looking for the best fit! And I don’t want to be tagged a Feminist either. Because am not one! I don’t fight for these things. I only meekly argue about these things with my small set of friends and colleagues. Or rant about it on a blog. But I never fight. I have never even signed a petition that remotely concerns these things! I may be angry. But am not helpless. Thanks to the strength my bra-burning sisters have given me. Thanks to those protests and rallies and petitions. I believe that I am an equal and an able human being. And I want to do things that I want to do, and not just the things that am allowed to do. All we have to do is believe! It’s all just a conspiracy that we need to fight against! Simple.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

JUST SOME FACEBOOKING!

One of my status updates... that took a huge Utopian turn.... Read on.... Comments welcome....


Archana Iyer When the World is dictated by Money.... And the Market Trends tell me how to live my Life.... There's something terribly wrong with the World.....

Yesterday at 11:35 · ·
Renu Singh
Renu Singh
there is, bcz the world is working on the logic of capitalism and money and market is an important aspect of it.
that is why there is need to change this existing system.
Yesterday at 11:48 ·
Archana Iyer
Archana Iyer
The Venus Project proposes a Resource based economy instead of the Monetary based economy, which is fake in any case... it also proposes a system with great technological advancements which are resource based and ecologically balanced... sounds like an extremely idealistic idea... but atleast there is a way out.... for more... log on to... http://www.thevenusproject.com/... and don't miss to watch Zietgeist - The Movie & Zietgeist - Addendum. :)
Yesterday at 11:54 ·
Dhanur Gupta
Dhanur Gupta
if i may contradict your thought.. u cant have a resource based economy primarily because resources arent spread evenly and arent abundant enough to sustain all 6 billion people on planet.. practically a balance cant be struck between demand and supply so u need monetary economy.. buying power!
Yesterday at 13:24 ·
Archana Iyer
Archana Iyer
I completely beg to differ... there are abundant resources in this world and thanks to advanced technology... distribution is no problem either... the very basis of monetary based economy is "profit".... and maximization of profit is only possible with scarcity of resources.... hence, scarcity is generated in the market... and the power to layhands on resources is limited to the limited few with immense buying power....

80% of all World's wealth is with 4% of the Population.... if this disparity doesn't qualify for gross injustice.... I don't know what will.... Corprocracy... would never allow a common man to have access to the world's resources.... which is there for all of us.... as Nature had intended it to be.... it's a myth that the resources are depleting.... on the contrary.... with the technological advancements.... and if it is given a free hand....

Alternate Sources of Energy can be tapped.... but the Corporates will not allow this as the entire Industry which is based on Petroleum and it's by-products will collapse like a pack of cards.... which will only do good for the eco-system and humanity per se.... as no more lives will be lost fighting for oil... but the people in self-proclaimed seats of Authority will never let that happen....

TRAGIC!
Yesterday at 13:36 ·
Dhanur Gupta
Dhanur Gupta
your thoughts bypass something called as GOVERNMENT!!! try it with a sample size.. 100 people.. given a free hand and a resource based economy's structure.. they would kill other souls to gather as much as they can for themselves.. so much for free hand.. guess u need authorities and "corpocracy" to not let this happen.. and if 96% of the world's population feels satiated in 20% of the world's wealth then either money is not the prime concern or guess its high time they sort out their priorities.. noone stops them from generating wealth legally!!! on the contrary even government has knowingly left holes unplugged for the very same reason madame!!!

COMMON SENSE!
Yesterday at 13:48 ·
Archana Iyer
Archana Iyer
Your ignorance makes me laugh.... U are actually ok being enslaved by a bunch of people, who are out to squeeze every bit of your share of the resources for their own profits... fearing the anarchy by, what is called, the majority of deprived people.... YOUR OWN KIND!!!

And you actually think that everyone gets an equal opportunity at making money and gathering resources....???

If that is true, why are farmers committing suicide in Vidharbha?.... Do they not work hard?.... Don't they have enough brains to manage their Finances?.... Are they not good at their jobs?....

I can't believe you are so naive to think.... " if 96% of the world's population feels satiated in 20% of the world's wealth then either money is not the prime concern or guess its high time they sort out their priorities.. noone stops them from generating wealth legally!!!"

LOOK AROUND YOU.... GET OUT OF THE COCOON...

Who told you that 96% of the Population is satisfied with what they are left with!!!.... The whole problem is Human dissatisfaction.... And hence, the Maoists, The ULFA, the LTTE, Al Qaeda (which again is a myth, you'll see!!!). People are not happy with what they have.... there is unrest.... cause there is injustice.... gross injustice.... income disparity is a byproduct of the Monetary Based Economy.... and if Capitalism gives 'equal' opportunity to all.... then why is this disparity growing?....

Can you imagine building an empire without an initial Capital?.... Money pulls money, does it not?.... What would you do if you have none?.... Use the "LOOPHOLES" in the system, right?.... And push the society towards downgraded morality, corruption and crime?.... Right?.... Should that really be the way a Human Society should function?... Is that how Nature intended it to be?....

I only have two words for you... WAKE UP!!!...

And to answer your question about greed....

Think about it.... when does greed come into play.... when will I become greedy about resources?.... only when they are of some Monetary value.... If they are in abundance (which is a fact, and scarcity is a myth created by people who always want to enslave Human kind!!!), and technological advancements given encouragement without worrying about monetary gains that follow an invention.... you think anyone would be worried about hoarding the resources?.... If gold has no monetary value attached to it... would you go mad and kill people for it?..... do you do that for air???....The Land Mafia, The Water Mafia, etc, etc, have only come into play cause of the artificial scarcity that has been created for 'Monetary' benefits.... detach money and you're good to go...

Again, I am asking you to watch Zeitgeist, do your research, then try to contradict me!
Yesterday at 19:26 ·
Dhanur Gupta
Dhanur Gupta
Truce!!! :P
3 hours ago ·

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Nupur had told me that the character of Cristina in the film was like mine. And I thought Penelope Cruz played Cristina in the film. So, I went ahead and told this good man that I am curious about the film, cause my friend thinks that my character is like Penelope Cruz's. And, the reaction I got from him was quite weird.

So my curiosity increased. And I started seeing the film. Pen didn't appear till the second half. And all I could think of, was that, boy, I am Cristina (Scarlett Johansson). I am so her.

But, then Pen appeared. Her character was that of a neurotic psychotic woman. Hey, that can't be me. But I somehow related to her too. Boy, now I am really worried!

So Long, Amigos! :)

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

This Time...

This Time...

I didn't cry...

I tried hard not to let go..

Didn't get my Ego in line..

I spoke my heart out..

Again, I didn't cry.. (Man, I am surprised!)

I am not going to look back..

I will not go back..

It's all kinda cool..

The memories won't haunt...

It's really over..

It's a Closure..

I still didn't cry.. (:O)

It's for sure..

I am not letting it affect me..

I am not shattered..

I am smiling..

I am looking forward..

It's not going to be so hard..

It lasted just 6 months.. (compared to 8 last time!)

I am older.. and thus.. more mature..

This time..

I am Comfortably Numb!

Monday, June 1, 2009

My 24th Birthday and the Weekend that followed!

Ahmed used to say, "Expect Everything!" Now, don't get lost in translation to what this Palestenian-Jordanian meant. He meant, "Don't Expect Anything!"

I made that mistake this year. Someone had made my Birthday so special and beautiful last year, that this year I just took it for granted that it could only get better. But, I was so wrong. 

In many ways, it was sort of better. Well, I don't want to take anything away from my sweet friends. People whom I had never expected to be around were around, whom I had never expected a call from, called.

So, in some ways, Ahmed's theory worked. But I had a nagging feeling all day. For some reason, I wanted my life to just rewind one year. For some reason, I wanted it to be 29th May, 2008. (Well, may be because that would also make me a year younger!!! :D)

It was a Friday this year. And, it was an ideal Birthday. I was partying till 3 am. All of those who mattered were either around, or had called. But why was I waiting for that one Call, or that one SMS? I would never know. I'm sorry, Ahmed. Despite your repeated warnings, somewhere deep down, I am still expecting. May be a little too much. May be a little too unreasonable. But the heart wants what it wants, they say. And I made it happen for me. I forced that SMS to reach my Inbox. Did that make me happy? Surprisingly, no. I made that Call reach my Mobile. Did that make me ecstatic? Nope. I walked those extra steps to reach out. Did it make my Birthday perfect? No.

The weekend followed. I had decided to dedicate it to my Family. I took a trip to Pune, with my cousin, who by the way, does have a perfect life. (Although, I am really happy for him and terribly proud, I am sort of jealous. Ok, I am a horrible person. If you still haven't guessed that already, that is.) I was at home with my Granny, Aunt and Cousin. And felt really Blissful!!

And Sir Joe Pinto thinks I write well, and that I should write more often. So I am writing.

I just want to repeat, that I had a great Birthday! And I love you all. You all are the best! Thanks for being there for me; All my Friends and Family! I am really really Lucky to have you all around. 

And I am also really Thankful for that One SMS and that One Call, I had been waiting for. That One Beer that gave me the Best High!

Thank You One, Thank You All!

So Long, Amigos!


Friday, August 29, 2008

All for the sake of the Stomach!

21st March, 2003 - Friday:

It was my utter foolishness! I had gone without Lunch that afternoon, probably because I was a little worried about my Final Exams. And, after finishing to write my paper that day, I had a Veg Burger and some Cold Coffee. And then, for some reason, I decide to skip Dinner too. God knows why! So, what had I had that day?

1. 3 Cups of Tea.
2. 4 Slices of Bread (Breakfast)
3. 1 Veg Burger.
3. 1 Mug of Cold Coffee.
4. 1 Mug of Warm Milk (Dinner)

One may certainly feel that it was enough to sustain a Human Body for a Day. Well, that's not enough for me!

And that night, as expected, I grew hungry. Hungry beyond control. I drank lots of water. And as luck would have it, my stock of cookies and other snack was over too! I decided to try those Ayurvedic Cough Drops. If only I knew that they act as Appetizers!!

I did not have a phone in those days, and so I couldn't even call for food to be delivered at my doorstep. And the kind of relationship I shared with my landlady, I couldn't even turn to her at that hour of need. Poor thing, she had offered me Lunch that afternoon. But I just looked the other way!

I even tried to compromise with my Vegitarianism. Luckily, there was no animal around that time! Desperate for a morsel, I ran to the Balcony of my Paying Guest Accomodation, which was on the First Floor. I could see my Two-wheeler parked right across. Out of sheer hungry desperation, I decided to jump or climb down with a rope. (Bollywood had always been an overdoze with me!) But, I couldn't. I had another Exam the next day. It was too much of a risk. But my stomach was screaming at the same time!

At that moment a weird thought crossed my mind. I thought, if a girl like me who is comfortably well off, and probably facing such a crisis for the first time in her life, could act so desperately, (desperate enought to risk her limbs trying to jump off her balcony for food!), then imagine the millions of people who go without food everyday! Aren't their acts, in a way, justified? People steal, people kill. Is that all for the sake of Stomach?

The hunger in your belly can really make you do strange things. Why do we live? Why do we eat? Do we eat to live, or live to eat? Well, that night I did live to eat. And as I was thinking about all these things, I started chewing a few pieces of paper that were lying on my desk! The hunger in your tummy can make you act like a Donkey too!

It is all for the sake of stomach, NO DOUBT!

You think you have heard this before…

You think you have heard this before…
And you try to sing along….

Deep in those dark eyes…the moisture is spreading….
Seeping into every brick of the wall that was once built…

The song that you hum today…. the song you want to sing along…
As the raindrops pour in…. and the breeze that fills the room….

The corridor that leads to the room…moans with the thunder…
The thunder that rocks the breeze…as the breeze tries to break free….

The broken frames…that cracked up all the dreams….
The dreams that were woven…but never stitched together….

Wrecked wood that once furnished the room…sobs in one corner…
The song and its rhythm…want you to sing along…

Those hands that were once held…those eyes that once met…
Those lips that kissed good mornings…and good nights…

The wrinkles on the bed-spread…the damp pillows…
The scent of all the love that was made…wants you to sing along….

So, if you think you’ve heard this before…
And you want to sing along…

Open those lips that once kissed good mornings…and good nights…
And just sing along….