We have stepped into the new decade of 21st century and I feel that a lot has been changed in last 2 decades. Since long we have been living in a society where women are traumatised from existential crisis. It became worse when their longings have been repressed beneath the weight of culture and tradition.
The Feminist movement started a long back in order to identify women as the important part of decision making. Since then it took many turns and women raised their voices against the vices in the society present for their repression.
From the last few years or it could be said from the last decade, it took an ugly turn which made feminism a rebellion movement against the opposite gender. The motto of Feminist movement was to give women all the rights and respect they deserve. The movement was against the patriarchy and not against masculinity. It was not to prove the superiority over other. The ideology of the movement was to treat women equally in the society and not to make men slave of the women.
Few so called feminist has completely changed the ideology of feminism, which included abusive lifestyle, toxic relationships, uncultured behaviour and to make feminism worst they dragged the goddesses too. From the complexion of Maa Kali to the exile of Sita, all the things took an ugly turn. Then they defended their ideology that why men are not questioned on the same? The answer is Feminist movement. The movement itself was against the lifestyle of men where women have to suffer.
Is it right to reciprocate things in same manner?
Women are adored for their integrity and men are loved for their dignity!
We all have heard the quote, ‘Save water, Save life’, for like a several times but how many of us genuinely pay attention towards it. I would like to remind us all like social distancing it is our social responsibility to save water with same sincerity. In this time of lock down and social distancing all of us are busy in maintaining hygiene and washing hands. I am sure during this time most of the households are involved in strenuous cleaning practices. So I would like to draw our kind attention to the kind of extra pressure we are putting on our water system. Let’s not be the reason give birth to other crises (…i.e. water crises) after we are through with Covid-19. So, in order to not to proceed towards another disaster. lets take few generous steps: Avoid washing machines for less clothes.
Avoid running water while washing hand.
Avoid running water while brushing teeth.
Avoid running water while doing the dishes.
Try to minimise water wastage while flushing.
Use the rinsed water after washing the vegetables or grains etc. to water the plants.
Use the rinsed water to mop the floor or wash the yard.
Discourage use of dish washer with less load.
So, Friends there are lot of things and ways in which we can put our effort and practice ways to save WATER
So, to avoid another crises of water shortage let us join hands and respect nature for providing for our basic necessities like water, air ,sun, for free.
“I wanna kiss you on a leather sofa in full view of strangers(to show you matter to me more than anyone else), and tell you that I don’t usually get this drunk and dance to the 90s songs .I wanna walk home with you, even though we should take a cab, even though it’s just a little too cold to not be wearing a jacket.I want to sing and stop to talk on the sidewalk and realize every 20 minutes or so that we still haven’t gotten back to the apartment. When you walk ahead of me,I want to run up behind you and mess up your hair and tell you how much fun I had, even while I’m still having it.I want one of those Saturday nights that never quite feels like it ends, because it’s always waiting to continue just one week later. But then I want to see you on Sunday.I want to wake up early because we forgot to draw the curtains, feel the sun spill over my face and my body and not feel the need to cover myself up.I want to turn to you and see you still sleeping and your lips making a pout .your chest going up and down, up and down Everything I do will be quiet and small, because I don’t want to wake you because know you’ll have a headache when you do. But you will wake up.You will turn to me and say “How long have | been asleep?” and I will be ready with breakfast.And most of all,I want to do nothing else than just spend a Sunday at home,me in my corner you in yours, reading or working or writing, silently in our spaces.I want to be so together that we don’t have to say anything at all, that we can just watch it rain and drink tea and occasionally look at one another and smile.I will wonder why I ever thought that Sunday was for running errands and cleaning and getting things done one after the other,when it is so clear that spending them silently across among you is so much better. i want to have every bit of sunday with you, every sunday because you are simply too good to end on a saturday night………
(And now when I’m all alone on Monday morning ). Part -2 will be posted soon…….
“This is me accepting that we’ll still be in each other’s lives but not necessarily involved in it. We’ll see each other and make small talk but we won’t share the details we used to share or trust each other with our deepest secrets or ask each other for advice.
This is me accepting that we’ll forgive each other but we’ll never forget. There will always be this cloud hovering over us when we talk, there will always be this memory of the night things changed and there will always be this voice inside our heads reminding us of the words we said that we can’t take back.
This is me accepting that you won’t be there for every occasion, every milestone, every high and every low. This is me getting used to your absence, getting used to celebrating life without you. This is me getting used to of masochism. This is me accepting that you won’t be the first person I call when things go wrong. You won’t be the person who will advice me or make me feel calm. This is me getting used to fighting alone. This is me getting used to walking alone at night on those paths.
This is me accepting that life will go on without you, it will still make sense, it will still have meaning and it will still be beautiful.
This is me getting used to finding pleasure in the simple things and making new memories. This is me tearing the perfect picture I had in mind for us – this is me taking new pictures without you in them.
This is me accepting that our connection will always be disconnected, our love will always be broken and our bond will always be frail.
This is me getting used to being alone.
This is me learning how to find my own worth away from you.
This is me acknowledging that I’ll always be enough for me even if I wasn’t enough for you and your lies.”
In this mellows of life while being stuck to your business Mind few things which is ment to be minded Iike it’s well said from birth to death we grow, we love ,we die and rest are just response to those. When talking about love keep these things in your mind; “Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes… Don’t fall in love with an inchoate, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how to fly higher; a woman confident of herself in Agony. Don’t fall in love with a woman who knows how to turn her spirit into flesh and fire; The alone one that loves poetry (these are the most dangerous), or spends half an hour contemplating a painting and isn’t able to live without music. Don’t fall in love with a woman who is interested in politics and is rebellious and feel a huge horror from injustice. One who does not like to watch television at all. Or a woman who is beautiful no matter the features of her face or her body. Don’t fall in love with a woman who is intense, entertaining, lucid, irreverent , irresistible. Don’t wish to fall in love with a woman like that. cause when you fall in love with such woman, whether she stays or not, whether she loves you or not, from a woman like that,
………and we still hadn’t learned, that growing up is all about getting hurt; And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on Odds are pretty good you’re just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something.
Each time you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee :-There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind gradutaing, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. -There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations.There’s the sharp little pain of Failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would -There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up.The sweet little pain of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you’re very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pain you feel when you realized that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last – and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it. Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it. It’s a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. It does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.”
“Recently he has noticed idiocy creeping up on him. His resolve to keep his head on straight, his feet on the ground is failing and he has observed, quite objectively, that he is becoming more thoughtless, selfish, making more and more stupid remarks. He has tried to do something about this but it almost feels out of his control now, like pattern baldness. Why not just give in and be an idiot? Stop caring.
“What are you going to do with your life?”
In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking him this forever teachers, his parents friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still he was no way nearer to any answer…
‘Live each day as if it’s your last, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that?
What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn’t practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the beat around you. Change lives through art maybe. Write beautifully Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things.
On nights that I can’t sleep, I try to find poetry in the harsh lines of her face as she told me, “I am breaking up with you. Things aren’t workingout.” Her eyes were hard, unforgiving waves crashing against an unrelenting cliff. Her eyebrows crinkled like they did when she was in deep thought. Her lips were temples that i worshipped in until their doors closed and wasn’t allowed in. Her face was a / No, cannot finish this.)
AND, you think heartbreaks are poetic? Tell me the onomatopoeia in the sound of my heart shattering. Tell me the imagery in the tears in my eyes. Tell me the metaphor in my soul-crushing misery. Tell me the allusion in my disbelieving eyes. AND, you think heartbreaks are poetic? When your heart is crushed, crumpled, ruined, destroyed, broken, torn apart, shattered, you’ll find out.and write poems on heartbreak and some nights they whisper back, “why ?”)
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart.
You experience a love and joy that you never dreamt is possible.
You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. You feel complete…………
As 2019 draws to a close, It’s time to reflect on the triumph and loss. It was a weird year cuz at one point I had everything and at others i had nothing.
I’m sure you can think of a time when you were lied to, or betrayed, or forced to let go of something you did not want to lose. We don’t always get to choose our new beginnings. And because of that, we can understand how beautiful and also devastating a new beginning can be.
I’m a strong believer of “everything happens for a reason”. This year came with a lot of lesson (in place of disclaimer!!). Don’t trust people blindly for they’ll end up proving you blind and also, sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. But above all I learnt to appreciate people who stood by me no matter what.And honestly I have no idea what I did to have few people. I’m really blessed. (Adding some new irreplaceable folks too.)
While we are often only concerned by journey, we are more often shaped by those we meet along the way.I came across some new people who in some way or other changed my outlook on life. (in most positive ways!) And for the first time in so many years, I was finally LIVIN’. And the idea of everything changed when my everything collapsed to nothin (ya jokes on me!!)
Cheers to new beginnings! Lately my life feels like an endless chain of new beginnings. But nevermind for there will always be people who will try to bring you down and dethrone you no matter what but there will also be people who will encourage to be your best self. Like the game of “snake and ladders” and I’m thankful for both my “Snakes” and “Ladders” for you made me who I am. And I promise I’ll never let myself down for the same mistakes again.