Monday 29 April 2013

Grandmotherhood!

Some while back I reminisced after seeing a picture of a person, without whom life wouldn't be so amazing and wonderful.
My Grandmother.
Dida, this one's for you.


                      THE GRANDMA WE LOVE!

 Unusually warm, unbelievably soft,        
They’re blessed with tender hands and silver locks.

With light blue eyes and a ‘to-die-for’ smile,
Plucking away flowers as they march on for miles and miles.

Somehow, they have their own bottled fragnance,
And, when our grandmother’s speak there is no other music that can match the level of their sweet essence.

Their laughter is the most beautiful song for the ears,
And their hug, people! Is the place where all the ailments get cured!

They’re the best dramatists putting Shakespeare to shame,
One will roll and yelp and scream and cry in laughter and pleasure happily exclaiming, “It is my grandmother who is to be blamed!”

Kitchen is their domain and they can turn into tigresses in there,
Pampering everyone with their hearty meals an extra care!

Their wrinkles showcase how gracefully they’ve aged,
Oh, God! How can their uncanny-sixth-sense tell them how to catch a lie! I’m amazed!

And my friends! If you don’t find a solution to your problems,
Bury yourself into their arms and within a jiffy , an unexpected smile will adorn your face to say-  Thank you god! for creating a mystique creature called-GRANDMOTHER!

An ode to womanhood, to strength, to vigour
Ah! Yes! That’s our grandmother, That’s our grandmother!

Dida, thanks for being the best!:)

Friday 26 April 2013

So homo-sapiens have self-control, eh?

I am still processing one thing in my head, the same topic which has unanswerable questions to it, about which everyone has different philosophies different dimensions, and that is RAPE.

In yesterday's psychology class, we were being taught about self-control. My teacher made a statement saying that- "one thing that separates us from animals is, the control we have over ourselves, we don't pounce upon a person who doesn't appeal to us, we keep that disgusted look to ourselves, ignore the person and walk away. Whereas, the dog on the street would jump and dig his canine to anyone who he finds unappealing in any way" This statement made me ponder all night long. Do we? 

Brutal rape of a 5 year-old. My strength has weakened.
After the Nirbhaya incident, I THOUGHT ( how foolish I was!) that crime rates in Delhi would subsequently reduce. But then again, I was proved wrong. A yet another, gut-wrenching and heinous crime took place in our Capital. I honestly, don't know how to portray my disgust and anguish over the filthy low-lives that exist in our country. But a child? a baby? an innocent soul? has to be staked to fulfill the hunger of a pedophile. And the punishment he gets is getting hanged? REALLY? so easily? losing his life without a speck of pain, in just 5 minutes after inflicting the unimaginable pain he has given to a girl whose life had just begun. NO WAY! Satans like these should be left on the streets and be butchered by the girls of this nation. 
Atrocities everywhere- rapes, domestic violence, assaults, molestation,eve-teasing and a thousand more unthinkable terms are spreading like a wildfire. 

And we say we have self-control?

Parents of girl-child shudder to the thought of letting her go after the 'much-dreaded' 7 pm, be it the narrow-minded or the broad ones. It is us, we girls that have to undergo all these humiliations. There a varied theories about ' why these perverts, rape?' Some believe it as some sort of mental illness, some believe it is their way of showing superiority over the fairer-sex. I agree with the latter more. Just a few months ago I read out an incident about a man who has raped 17 women and is leading a happy married life. When questioned, his wife said that she couldn't in her widest dreams ever think her husband, even looking at some other woman. 
This just rings one bell, if they know how to differentiate, then why are these rapes committed?
To create dominance, seeing an independent, free-thinking, rule-breaking, society-uplifting woman scares the guts outta them. Living alone, on her own terms, catching the local train, enjoying her liberty, wearing- in what she feels comfortable, gives sadists like these electric shocks. They can't take it. So, to shun our power and a fear that we can outrun them any time of the day THEY give us pain, so that we stop. WE STOP! and they think we will? NO . NEVER.
And this thinking however doesn't only limit to the illiterates but also the 'so-called-educated' ones. 

I AM a feminist. And I am proud of it.

I say, why should we? WE WOMEN, WE GIRLS are the creators. Kick the male-chauvinist pigs in the groin and give them that powerpuff-girls mukka. It is our body, we can use it, flaunt it, the way we like. We will be the unstoppable force. We are the ones that have been worshiped by India for centuries as- Lakshmi, Durga and Parvati. Then why the hell should we take it? Protest, scream, yell, write do whatever you can to create ripples. Because it is the country's women whose lives are at stake.
WE are the creators. THE destroyers. THE powerhouses. And it is high time the men on this planet get it.

We will live on our terms. Embrace it or gulp it down it. Your pick!

p.s- Pardon me, if I crossed the line. But the time has come, when a revolution has to break.
Thanks for hearing me out.:)


Saturday 20 April 2013

Some Of My Favorite Things!


Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Can anything sound better than Julie Andrews voice? :p

Hi everyone! (Gee, I feel so delighted right now!) So people, let me tell you about- A Maggot Of My Myriad Musings, my thoughts and all things that keep on fluttering in my mind all the time.

Writing for me is like a dream. I can fly with it. It makes me happy, nostalgic, sad, cranky and go weak right in the knees. It makes me feel good about myself (the way Sridevi says so beautifully in English Vinglish). Sometimes I can just go on and on and well, there are times when I do face a massive ‘chicken-out’ attacks. But mostly there are some inconsequential thoughts that keep singing in my head all the time.  That’s what lead me to create this blog, so that these tiny little worms that reside in my head get a home and stay young forever. This is a small venture where I can share my views and dreams with the big wide world.  
I really cannot say what’s going to be there in this blog exactly. I am a totally disorganized person so that’s how my blog’s gonna be- totally haphazard, crazy, moody and nostalgic and I intend to keep it that way because too much perfection makes me nervous:) And there is this quote by Jimi Hendrix that I constantly keep blubbering to my friends-
“You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven.”
                                                                     
That's it, that’s about all. Let’s see how my bloggy-baby turns out. Thanks for reading!
And also, I would feel absolutely awesome if you feel writing to me. Here’s my email id: rushikabanerji@gmail.com.