Sunday, August 16, 2009

Spill the Beans

In a form of social organization in which Man is the supreme authority in the family and descendants are strictly reckoned in the male lines alone, hailing from places where men always had the authority over women and children of the family, you can’t expect any better than a right-winger to be countering on your arguments of girls taking to modernism. By modernism one need not necessarily mean taking to western-ways in maintaining a lifestyle and personality; but it could precisely be just about being themselves in spewing out profanities when they are angered or roused. I have always been sassy, slightly irreverent and fearless in making fun of everyone, even if it means in a little harsher way, including myself. Of course, that doesn’t make me a loathsome deriding pervert of the worst order, not even close!
And this is not necessarily because I am actively keeping my radars on to display my witticism to the general public, but it’s also a way of identifying myself in a big crowd or something like a Unique Selling Point that I have to relate to the “real me”.
Now, after having lived for quite sometime in this backdrop, a strange melodramatic question pops inside my head…. “Am I tired of this compulsive audacity?”
Of course, with all my consciousness including all those last-minute-ditch-efforts
Well, No way… not at all, I would rather say pretty loud, sound and clear that,
"I never seek confrontation on my own, but when it comes I won't shy away from it."

Honestly speaking, in some way or the other, most of us don’t welcome confrontation with a happy face. And I am no God here, nor do I beg to differ! :-)

This could probably be one of the reasons I creep under my sheets and start jabbing away endlessly at my keyboard. Or do I?

Although writing is therapeutic for I am most of the times so very boorish about the columns on my blog, I do feel that it’s an act of amplifying my voice to an extent of exclusiveness of its own kind.

I really don’t care about my target audience here. I don’t even want to be heard.

All I want is the right to express, if I may say so – Just so you know – Mr.Bugger!
I don't remember anyone suggesting profanities are purely gender specific in some strange and twisted uncomprehensive manner to be uttered & muttered only in the mouths of the
MALE COMMUNITY!!!.........

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Why "HER" ?

I am surprised how one can so easily get on to a total-surrender mode with another without having any expectations in return.
Being a feminist this thought somehow bothered me to a great extent. For someone that believes that things work as per Newton’s third law viz,
“Every Action Must Have An Equal and Opposite Reaction.”
An Absolute-Surrenderundum seems to be a perfect place to be…….
“No Sire! Not me!”
I don’t venture into one’s private zone unless I am forced to do so on exceptional scenarios that would go something like those peeping-toms bad-mouthing my personal and private life for some reason or the other.
Yes, like all other super-hyper-reactive creatures on this planet earth, I get instigated too, when such prying eyes keep snooping about my life with their probing ears and intrusively long nose that keeps dangling and sniffing about for spicy and juicy hot gossips of someone’s personal life or for that matter mine. Isn’t that an absolutely terrific thing to do for these insolent souls! So very MATURE!
But trust me when I say there are such creatures that scythes, gnaws , sucks all the juice out of this small mole of an useless information in an effort to construct mountain out of it, will even store the residual crap in the refrigerator for future use.
Anyways, coming back to the capitulation mode, speaking of which always reminds me that we are in the 21st century and I always thought this was not expected of anyone in this latest stage of a multi-civilization eras that man has come-across so far!
Phew…. Pretty sad that even after ages of “Sathi” being eradicated, we still see male species egg-on the females to adhere to and abide by the blind sighted (and in a way unwritten too) laws that loosely relates to the ancient past of the “Sathi” days.
What troubles me the most is the female species being demeaned to such an extent that as if their mere existence is an unacceptable crime or similar such.
That is completely ridiculous! What these deriding morons fail to understand is, the raison d'être behind their male-chauvinistic-piggish behavior today wouldn’t have been possible if not for a FEMALE species that engulfed all the pains and let him crawl in this wide world. I am seething with anger that my words are failing here, hence I am no more expressive.

Monday, August 10, 2009

What Lies Beneath...?


She squeaked with her voice sounding a wee bit more shrilly than she had wanted it to be.

When he didn’t respond and continued to stare at her fingers deftly curling the ends of her long hair to form cute looking short ringlets and by then she had done with a half-a-dozen tufts of hair shaping up into ringlets bouncing on her chest already.

Noticing his long gaze, she stopped curling up the ends of hair and looked at him and asked “Heyyyyyyyyyyyy, what are you staring at????”

No response.

She moved, got-up to a sitting position from the floor, with her long hair brushing his
out-stretched hand and the ringlets she just created getting caressed while running through his fingers.

He continued his unperturbed gaze at the cute ringlets that bounced back to shape after his touch and rested neatly against her white breasts.

A little annoyed she pushed his left hand away that was resting on his thighs, on a one-sided lie-down posture he was in. That had the desired effect and he looked up at her and said,

“How do you do that?”

Puzzled she asked “Do what? Pushing your hand down? ”

“No, That…” he said pointing to one of those ringlets that was dancing right in between her forearms which formed an inverted “V” shape as she had leaned forward to cup her palms and rest her sharp, pointed chin of her oval face in them.

She bent down slightly to see what exactly he was pointing to and still unbelievingly picked up the tufts of her curly hair and asked doubtfully “This one?”

And he nodded.

“Oh, I er.. don’t know.. I just have been used to doing it since childhood, I like it curled up like that…I thought it looked good on me… don’t you think so?”

He replied “Ya, I sure do think so, it is good, I was just wondering at the loveliness of those beautiful curls at the end of your long hair which is the first thing that I liked in you!”

She blushed for less than few seconds, and asked “oh yeah?”

He noticed her short blush and smiled at her admiringly and said “Yeah, Yeah!”

She rolled over and rested her head on his waistline and started curling the ends of hair at where she had left them when she got up from the floor to grab his attention a while back.

This time he offered “Can I try that once, if you don’t mind?”

She laughed…. “Whoaaaaaaaa…… what???”

He flustered and asked again “I asked, if I can try curling-up your hair like what you are doing right now?”

She laughed once again but stopped short when she noticed that, he didn’t get what was going on.

So with both her hands put-up in front of her in a push-out gesture, she controlled herself from laughing again and said “okay, okay…..I am not going to laugh this time, I promise…..1,2,3….there you go… no more giggle-pots”

“So, Mr.X since when did you start getting so formal with me, like “Mind if I use your loo?” “I beg your pardon” “Could you please come again” “May I have a cup of coffee” bla bla bla…….. so you are playing Mr.Formal today eh?”

“Well, my wife has this strange aversion, I do not exactly know the root cause of it, cos of which she wouldn’t let me touch her hair and it always stays a short pony tied behind, all the time….um.. And so I thought its manners to ask before I did something that displeases a lady….I wouldn’t want to see the lady I like to be unhappy ”

“Well, I am not your wife!” said she.

“Ya.. Um.. I know that… and um.. I’m sorry” said he.

There was suddenly an unbearable silence that invaded the space between both.

He was the first to break it.

“So, I was saying that I was quite fascinated by your long hair, which is the first thing I like in my woman or for that matter any woman”

She raised a brow and tilted her head to sideways and looked at him “oh wait, now should I get offended for the usage of “any woman” that quickly followed your “my woman”? ”

Without waiting for him to answer she bounced off with one more question

“So, What am I? “Your woman” or “Any woman”? ”

Again without waiting for his answer she winked at him and said “tough question eh?”

Now he grabbed her by her arms and pulled her up so he could face her with their eyes at level and said,

“Hold it lady, will ya?.... One question at a time… I am not in my teens; I am more than a decade past that age, so I can’t possibly go slam-bam like you!”

He lifted her chin and held her face in his hands and said…. “Here are the answers to your rapid-fire questions ma’am, One - you shouldn’t get offended for the usage of “any woman” coz it was an objective reference. Two - although I cannot claim rights for you being my woman totally, like how a cover claims its association with a book from the first to the last page, I would wish and love you to be my woman any-day excepting this incarnation and Thirdly, I don’t think it was a tough question cos, there I just answered it!”

“Ahhhh, that wasn’t very neat, and a tad bit clichéd too!” She remarked.

“Umm-Hmm” he sang thoughtfully…. “So, what now lady? Crucifixion follows?

She looked deep into his eyes and paused….

He looked back at her and hummed “I’m waiting……waiting…waitin…wait…”

She let out a short laugh and said “Well, Well. All bets are off. So, what happens when lust and desire collide with marriage and power?”

He almost instantly replied “Creates a Male-Prostitute”.

She was shocked and asked unbelievably “A what?”

“Oh.. I didn’t know you had a hearing ailment… I said my best bet for the outcome of such a situation is the creation or formation of a “Male Prostitute”… am I loud, sound and clear enough now?”

She replied thoughtfully, I don’t why but I am reminded of this quote by Andre Malraux ---

“The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.”

Silence prevalied for a long time after that......