The Whore Who Shall Rock The Cradle


Disclaimer: This blog post comes from a man who has been an advocate of feminism, perhaps more than any other man, or for that matter, woman, has ever been. So please shove the gender bias hullabaloo where it is supposed to be shoved and read on.

Since time immemorial, women have garnered a lot of attention for their suffering at the hands of tyrannical men who have disrespected, used and abused them. A lot has been written and spoken to draw comparisons between the moustache twirling and bicep curling specie with dogs. Agreed, men have barely been a shadow of the typical fairy-tale “prince charming” or “the knight in shining armour”. In fact, one would agree that terming men “dogs” would be an insult to our ever-so-loving and faithful canines. But times have changed and the tables have turned; perhaps not in the right way they should have. This post is not about the damsels in distress; you’ll find loads of those on every second girl’s blasphemous blog. This one’s for the men; an awakening to warn my fellow folks of the ludicrously shambolic state I find today’s women to be in (obviously not all).

So I accidentally stumbled upon the underbelly of social network in the form of an Instagram account which belongs to a “hot and happening” 22 or so, Cancerian Delhiite. This woman’s deep neck cleavage profile picture welcomes the visitors to her mystical world of 100+ filter-laden snaps of – well you guessed it – skin show. Alright, alright boys, calm your pants down! Just a quick little look at the page already revealed the parts of her body which only her parents would’ve seen when she was still a promising little child; or perhaps an ex-boyfriend; in which case, good riddance! A closer look brought to light a picture of the quintessential lipstick smothered vampiresque red pout, so shoddily inviting as if to say, “Come, suck me to death” or maybe even “Come, let me suck to death”. Strategically shot selfies revealed her ill-covered bosoms, and the house mirrors reflected her bare back, all without exposing her face. Commendable photography, I must admit. I also noticed her warmth in attitude towards the 12.2k followers who are occasionally treated with videos of a more exciting variety. A quick boob-squeeze for completion of 5k followers, and a purposeful towel nip-slip for hitting the 10k mark; all captioned lovingly as something like “Thanks for following me. I love you’ll (horrendously misspelled) so much.” Honestly, I can’t wait to see the depths of shamelessness this woman would go to when she acknowledges the completion of further milestones.

“Curiosity is not a sin.... But we should exercise caution with our curiosity…. yes, indeed."

This is one of my all-time favourite quotes (Source: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire). But alas! We human beings…. Always fail to apply our learnings. Perhaps I should have recalled Dumbledore’s words when I was curious to tread further and clicked on the suggested list of more such users. My faith in humanity, especially womanhood, went tumbling down the steep slope of trust when I came across several more vulgar and shocking profiles of teenage and mature women alike. These ladies have even dared to reveal their faces along with their bodies with relentless gusto, basking in the glory of impudence and brazenness, while further entertaining the cheap comments made by class A perverts. And that’s not the end of it all. There are several pages on Instagram, hosted by such perverts, enticing women to share their most intimate pictures on the said pages in the name of “shoutouts”. It actually feels like virtual pimping: admins offering up a collection of some of their finest girls.

The insanity of all this is not just restricted to Instagram or Facebook or Twitter. It has extended to dating apps like Tinder (which is used more for mating). According to a recently published article, Tinder now has more registered women than men. And most of these hook-ups are one-night stands. Then there’s that odd variety of women who end up making-out with random strangers just because they had “one drink too many.” I mean where is all this gonna stop!

Lust, attention, frustration, bad break-ups, deep emotional damage, misguided sense of rebellion or even personal choice; whatever drives these girls to post such pictures and act so irresponsibly, isn’t justifiable. I’m sure most of you are already aware about whatever I’ve written. Many have ignored, and others have accepted this as a part and parcel of the present day living. But I can’t digest it. It bothers me to see the state of women, especially when they are inflicting all this upon themselves. Imagine such women raising your kids! So guys, beware! Choose your partners with a little more scrutiny.

A little gyaan for my female friends reading this post:

If you agree with what I’ve written, make sure to take the responsibility of correcting the wrongs made by your counterparts. Stop your friends or people you know from indulging in such behaviour. Encourage them to be better persons. Because eventually, your children will be going to school with offspring of such women. Respect yourselves and raise the standards of how you perceive yourselves to be. You women deserve much more, much better.


P.S. It is quite possible that jilted ex-lovers share such pictures with these admins as a measure for revenge, which further makes me doubt the whole basis of humanity.

An Open Letter To Parents Around The World




To Parents Around The World,


Hi! Hope you all are doing good. I'm writing this letter to you all hoping to find a few answers about the genesis of the idea of parenthood. I may come across as cold, arrogant, harsh, rude and probably even worthy of a death sentence, in your eyes (okay.... now that was melodramatic!). But all I seek to know is this: Why Did You Have Kids?

Before writing this letter, I already asked a few set of parents about their views on this topic. Thought I would get quick and equivocal responses. But it was just a lot of 'ummms' and 'ohhhs'; the kind of clueless attitude you associate with an engineering student thinking why he chose to be an engineer in the first place. The replies that I got, after the most dramatic of pauses, were pretty astounding. 

A set of parents told me they wanted to extend their bloodline (speaking literally as if they belonged to the most regal race, but having assets less than that of an average Indian family); hence their shot at having kids. Their first child was a female, which didn't serve the purpose. And so they "had to" try for a second child. But to their horror (in the truest sense), they were blessed, or rather cursed, with another daughter. Thankfully for mankind, they stopped pursuing. But what about the bloodline now? Who is to take the family name forward? Did having two children even serve their purpose? Few other determined (or shall I say stubborn?) couples did get the desired son in the third/fourth attempt. But I wonder if they ever considered the monetary aspect of raising three to four children. Wouldn't it be more prudent to have just one daughter and raise her like a princess rather than having four children who'd probably live lives of deprivation. 

That reminds me of the opposite kind; parents who have butt-loads of cash, overflowing bank accounts, and lockers full of glittering jewelry. One such pair wanted an "heir" and not exactly a son, to look after their catalog of properties and multiple syndicates. Why don't such people consider being generous and donate their cash reserves to orphanages. Or even better; why not adopt an orphan? 

I happily pardoned the above set of parents once I heard this unbelievable and funny reply: "Our son was a MISTAKE!" Haha! Poor guy! If he learns about this, he'd perhaps commit suicide or murder (depending on his inclination to GTA, of course :P) I mean seriously? A mistake? Nevermind. Forgive the parents. 

The following lot shall put the former to shame. The husband was not interested in having a child due to financial constraints, but had to go for one just to prove his masculinity. That was his reason to reproduce. I mean what?! Is that even considered as a proof of one's masculinity? I think a solid stand in favour of women empowerment would have been far more credible. Isn't this insanity? 

Now to the "less shocking" answers:

"We just wanted someone to take care of us when we grow older." Ever heard of maids? Caretakers?

"We wanted a kid to add something interesting to our average and mundane married life." I guess a PlayStation or some health club membership would be a wiser investment. How about a foreign tour to an exotic locale? That would do the trick at 1/1000th of investment required to raise a child, and cause minimum hassle.
  
Some also mentioned that they wanted a bundle of joy around. To those, I'd suggest a pug or Pomeranian. Pets follow orders, never argue and always be loyal. Much better than kids!

Some said they had kids just because everyone does that; it's the next step post-marriage. Some conceded to their ageing parents' want to have a grandchild to play with, in their ending years.

My best friend told me that even in ancient Indian scriptures children are considered a gateway to heaven. It is believed that ancestors and parents themselves, would go to heaven only if the child performed the last rites. This is why people had children in ancient India. Terrible!

No one, not a single person mentioned to me what should be the most genuine reason: That it just came naturally to them to have a child whom they wished to love unconditionally. 

Look, I'm not trying to judge you guys here. But I seek to know why have kids? What's the thought behind it, if there is any? Maybe I met the wrong set of people (they're all educated and belong to good families, by the way). But with responses such as above, I think people take it as an activity just like any other, which has no proper reason behind it. It's like wanting a car just because your neighbour has one.  

Wouldn't you, wife and husband, be better off spending the rest of your lives loving each other without having to share your love, time and money with a third person? I say so because you lot end up cribbing about sacrificing your lives for your children, later in the future. There are couples who have claimed to have fights and lack of love after having a child. Umpteen cases are known where parents get debt ridden to just give their children great lives. A wife who has tremors in her marriage, condemns the traits in her child similar to that of her husband's and in-laws'. Why? Just because you no longer love the person with whom you spent more than half your life, you can't see your child possess the same traits, and end up hating him/her? What's his/her mistake? 

So my point is, is it worthy to have children with a selfish/no reason and mess up your lives? Do such parents actually love their children unconditionally? To this, my answer is an absolute NO! No, I'm not crazy. It's just what I've observed over the 25 years of my life. And I suppose, as children of your parents, you too would be able to relate to it. 

The moment a child is born, he or she is monitored for every action. Shaping a child's life is different; but controlling it is awful. Think about parents who want their children to become doctors or pilots just because of their own failed ambitions and incomplete dreams. Or even worse; just so that society accepts the child as successful. Right from the day a child starts to grasp things, he or she is "expected" to follow certain principles and abide by protocols which the parents feel are right and important for the child's future. And if the child fails to do so, he or she is threatened or punished. A mother allows her child to watch television only if he/she finishes homework. I understand it is all done with a view to make a child responsible, shape his/her personality and help him/her become a nicer person. Parents draw from their own experiences and guide their children in becoming better individuals. But that's what it should be.... GUIDING! Not controlling! Throughout their lives you parents tell your children, "do this" or "don't do this", and show disappointment if they fail to meet your expectations. For you all, it's like creating droids, who must talk, walk and live their lives just as their creators want them to.
  
The problem is, you parents fail to accept the difference between the expected, ideal version of the child you'd dreamt of, and the actual true person your child has grown up to be. Hence it naturally causes you to fail at loving your children, unconditionally. It's so ironic that in the horde of creating ideal children, you fail to become ideal parents. Isn't the most ideal thing for a parent to accept the child for who he or she has grown up to be and then, if not fully support, at least accept and continue to love him/her unconditionally? That is the only thing a child wants, trust me! Thank God for blessing me with parents who love me with all my faults, unconditionally.

So tell me, folks; what was your intention behind giving life to your offsprings? Are you one of those I've mentioned above? Be true to yourselves, cross your hearts and ask if you truly love your child unconditionally the way he/she is. Or do you have regrets about having children? I hope I've put across my points without being too preachy. Pardon me for hurting your sentiments, if I have, but I'm just in search of an answer as to why have children; as at some point in the future I too shall be at a stage where I would want to take the decision of whether to have my own child or not. 

Regards,

A Curious Child


P.S. Even if you aren't a parent and reading this, do ask your parents why they chose to have you, and let me know in the comments section. Be truthful. If you're hesitant, just mention whether your parents belong to the type of parents I've mentioned or they are the ideal ones. Even I've asked mine, and don't mind sharing that with you all. 

Phir Kyun?


This is my first ever attempt at poetry, and that too in Hindi. Although I'm not sure if it even qualifies for a poetry! 

The first four stanzas refer to the Mind, Eyes, Lips and Heart, respectively; and the last one is the Conclusion! 




Chhoti-moti, har kism ki baatein meri yaad rehti hain usey,
Kehti hai ki meri yaadein sataati hain usey!
Phir kyun uski kahi har baat ko main bhool jaata hoon,
Kyun meri yaadon mein use dhoondh nahin pata hoon?

Aankhon se apne woh duniya ka har rang mujhe dikhaati hai,
Uski putliyaan jaise ke kuchh mujhse kehna chaahti hain!
Phir kyun nahin padh paata main un baaton ke matlab ko,
Kyun nahin dekh paata un aankhon mein chhupe dard ko?

Uske hothon par har pal ek pyaari si hansi hoti hai,
Uski baaton se hameshaa mujhe khushi milti hai!
Phir kyun nahin alfaaz nikalte uski tareef ke liye,
Kyun chup reh jaata hoon main bina koshish kiye?

Mera naam sunne se woh ek dhadkan chuk jaati hai,
Kehti hai, ‘Yeh toh har roz ka haal hai!’
Phir kyun hoti hai mushkil use apne dil mein basane se,
Kyun ghabrata hai dil mera use pyaar karne se?

Darr lagta hai mujhe ki kahin main use kho na doon,
Uska pyaar bhara dil galati se tod na doon!
Aata nahin mujhe apne jazbaaton ko bayaan karna,
Shaayad isi liye uske hotey hue bhi main akela hoon!




Would love to know what you think of it! 


The Shell

On a cool breezy afternoon, I dragged myself out of the house and got behind the steering of my small red car, to go to the gym. I took the shortest route to reach my destination, windows of the car rolled down. On the way an old acquaintance noticed me and shouted my name out. I stopped the vehicle. The friend came over from the other side of the road and greeted me, heartily. We struck an immediate conversation, although I didn’t get down from the car. The smile on his face widened with each memory about the past, but I remained passive during most parts of the chit chat. Soon he realised my lack of interest and withdrew himself, gently. He waved goodbye and I drove ahead, rolling the windows down.

After the workout, drenched in sweat, I got back into the car, kept the windows open, again. As I drove past a departmental store, I saw my distant cousin getting out of it. I guess she noticed me, (perhaps hoping for a lift or maybe just a small conversation) but I pretended to not have seen her, and continued to drive. Having no intensions of returning home early, I opted to take the longer route. I shut the windows, put on the air conditioner and the car tape, and started humming as I passed a few concrete structures. I kept shuffling songs on the stereo while I stopped at the signal waiting for the light to go green. Just then, a familiar girl strode past on the right. She was my muse, my secret love interest (whom I hadn’t met in ages), and wondered whether I could talk to her. She seemed to be in no hurry to walk, and as the light went green I was almost parallel to her, driving slow along the footpath. I could’ve stopped but didn’t, and reluctantly sped up. Despite the fact that my home was just a couple of kilometres away, the way back felt long, and lonesome. And just then, I caught sight of a wretched man, a bottle of alcohol in one of his hands, and a dagger in the other, chasing another man from across the road. The man with the weapon splinched the second man’s arm and stabbed a blow on the chest. He took off, and the wounded man collapsed just about 3 feet away from my vehicle. Once again I did not get down off the small red car, and just like before, drove away, leaving the man to breathe his last.

As I reached home, I felt suffocated. I felt uneasy and just lied on the bed. It dawned upon me that all the events that had occurred on the way to the gym and back, had an emotional bearing on me. I felt angry for being uninterested while talking to my old friend, felt sad for not helping my cousin by being lazy, felt hopeless for not talking to my love interest because of hesitation and felt shameful for not getting down to help the wounded man because of fear. All this just because I did not get out of my small red car, my shell.

This is what we do majority of times; repent for something which we could’ve done had we come out of our shells. Fear, hesitation, doubt, laziness all of these make us get into the shell and situations worsen as time passes. I guess it’s prudent to face a situation the very first time so that the next time we’re armed and alert to deal with things in a better way, just like before. 

Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows – Part 1 (Analysed)


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Well I wouldn’t bother to mention the story here as the whole world by now knows what the film is all about. However, for those who haven’t read the books, this part 1 of the epic finale is about how the trio of Harry, Ron and Hermione leave their comfort zones and set out on the hunt for the Horcruxes (things in which Voldemort has concealed a parts of his soul). During their journey they face all kinds of challenges, emotional as well as dangerous, and also learn about the tale of the Deathly Hallows.

Now let me get straight to the point. The film sets the dark tone right from the word ‘go’; this perhaps is the darkest film in the series. David Yates and Steve Kloves have tried to be absolutely faithful to the book and they succeed to do so with all the major sequences present in the film almost ditto to the book. This is the first brownie point for the duo. The telling is a little different from the rest of the Potter films though, as this time Hogwarts is nowhere in the scheme of things. The film cannot be assessed completely, I believe, as it’s not complete, not even in itself. Thus I think it’d be only fair to assess the whole of Deathly Hallows Parts 1 and 2, combined. However, this is my take on what I felt about DH-Part 1.

Acting: The film fully belongs to the trio. The young brigade’s hard work shows; particularly Rupert Grint, who plays Ron with complete élan. Dan, Rupert and Emma prove that they’re capable of lifting the burden of the entire film on their young shoulders. They manage to grab eyeballs even when only one of them is on screen. They’ve done a marvelous job and this is the best combined effort of the three, by far. Other notable performances are that of Helena Bonham Carter as the nasty Bellatrix Lestrange (she’s superb at belittling), and the menacing Dark Lord (Ralph Fiennes).

Cinematography: Eduardo Serra had a greater challenge on hand than the past cinematographers of the series as this time majority of the action happens in the exteriors. The Portuguese has taken some exceptional shots involving landscapes, barren lands and woods. He’s done a great job especially in the Malfoy Manor and Godric’s Hollow scenes. Some of the shaky cam shots are brilliant.

Music: I for one didn’t quite like Alexandre Desplat’s music; perhaps I was too engrossed in the telling and the visuals. But I can surely say there’s nothing extraordinary about it. However, the very first soundtrack, Obliviate, is a gem. 

Editing: Mark Day has done a fine job by cutting the scenes at crucial points where the telling becomes more than effective. It’s contemporary and gives the feel of edginess and anxiety.

Screenplay:  Steve Kloves has woven the most important and intriguing situations and detailed them so well that you live virtually every moment of it and yet do not get even a wee bit bored. The scenes are weighed so perfectly in all terms that the film doesn’t falter anywhere; you get a full dose of every genre.

Direction: There could’ve been no other better director than David Yates to direct this one; simply because of two strong reasons. 1) He’s a master when it comes to emotions, which is the most important factor in DH-Part 1 with the trio put in all sorts of situations. And 2) Because he’s already worked with the cast in OOTP and HBP, therefore he knows exactly what could be extracted from each individual. Besides, his take on the majority of the sequences is untainted and enriching. This one is a class act by Yates.

Highlights
1.      They’ve shown Hermione’s house for the first time.
2.      All the Death Eaters at the table.
3.      Fred and George’s short but effective comic relief.
4.      The entire Ministry of Magic sequence involving the trio.
5.      Harry and Ron’s fight.
6.      The Harry and Hermione dance in the absence of Ron.
7.      Destroying the locket.
8.      The Tale of Three Brothers visuals and narration.
9.      Dobby (A tear trickled down my cheek when he died).
10.  Malfoy Manor confrontation.

Lows
1.      The aerial fight in the 7 Potters scene could’ve been better.
2.      Voldemort missing from the Bathilda Bagshot/ Nagini scene at Godric’s Hollow.
3.      Mad Eye’s death has been given no significance. (I hope Snape has a better death)
4.      Pettigrew doesn’t die, forget the silver hand.
5.      None of the Order members appear ever again, after the trio leaves the burrow.

However, I feel these lows are too weak to shatter the greatness of this epic. In short, Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows – Part 1 is spectacular and full of entertainment good enough to keep you at the edge of your seats and your eyes glued to the big screen for the 142 minutes. It’s worth watching twice and even thrice. On a second thought, how about 7 times!!!!