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I don’t understand men. They are too complex, too convoluted in their head and don’t make much sense. Individually they are wonderful beings, I am sure. Fathers, brothers, husbands, friends and we know we need them in our lives. But if you look at men collectively, as a cohort, something just goes horribly wrong and we see a bunch so heavily trapped in its own nonsense.
Take for instance how men swear. Its not the actual act of swearing but the words that they chose to use that leaves me baffled. Every time.
In a moment of extreme anger, with the pure intentions of hurting the other man’s sentiments or to agitate him, a man will fill his lungs with as much air as he can, before he yells out something to the effect of, “Your mommy’s lady parts!”
And the other man would take offence before the sentence ends. As if all this while, he never even knew about it. *Sob sob* “No! My mommy doesn’t have lady parts! Your mommy does!”
This demonstration of verbal masculinity goes on further, “Imma put my pee pee in your mommy’s lady parts” “Oh yeah? You put your pee pee in your own mommy.”
As a woman, it makes almost as “You are stupid” “No, you are stupid.” In fact, men have managed to make it stupider! The whole argument is fought and won on whose imaginary rape is bigger!
And as if that was not enough, all the men around the whole world have agreed to this being the biggest convoluted fiction that everyone is supposed to take offence to. This is the most agreed upon offence in almost all languages across the globe! The mommies and sisters and their lady parts were never consulted.
Ever wondered why there are no counterparts of these words that women use? Its not because we couldn’t come up with any grotesque nonsense. Its only because it is not offensive and does not make any sense at all!
It was nice, until a few years ago when men wouldn’t swear in front of women. I wish we could go back to that.
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I wonder why humans have to be social animals were we could have well been anti-social-sane-beings. While I am very sociable, warm and friendly otherwise (Hush Mom! Not now), there are some legit reasons why I have grown to hate the social networking websites:
All the characters mentioned here are
constantly bugging us with their presence fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead is their karma purely coincidental. Read the rest of this entry
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Like any other 15 year old, I had a massive crush on one of my classmates. I used to walk into the classroom with his thought and leave the class later thinking about him. I wasn’t ever going to act on it, but in my mind there couldn’t have been a better love story. When I later found out that he had asked out the girl who sat next to me, it was like a punch in the gut.
The incidences of unexpected changes in life – be it the teen-age crush or crashing real estate value, are difficult to deal with. ‘Who Moved My Cheese?’ helped me get over my first crush. And I am certain it will eventually help me deal with mid-life crisis too.
The story starts at a high school reunion where the former classmates sit down to talk about how their lives have change. The unpredictable grown-up version of the formerly predictable classmates forms the perfect prelude. Then one of the classmates begins to narrate a story of two mice, “Sniff” and “Scurry,” and two little-people, ”Hem” and “Haw.” These creatures live in a maze-world and thrive on cheese. The story begins when the regular cheese supply at the cheese station, where all four had been living, starts to dwindle. While ‘Sniff’ and ‘Scurry’, otherwise considered of unintelligible beings, put on their running shoes and get on with their lives and purpose, which is simple – pursuit of cheese. ‘Hem’ and ‘Haw’ on the other hand get involved in the over-analytic cribbing. Then begins their struggle. ‘Haw’ takes ages to deal with the fact that the cheese has moved and he should too. And the reader is left wondering whether ‘Hem’ ever quits sobbing about his reality and adapts. The author then brings us back to the high-school reunion where the old friends bare their hearts out about the unexpected hassles in their relationships and careers that they are each trying to sort. There is at least one story you could relate to and more than one advice that you would take with you.
What works best for the book is the ease with which the author drives his point. The book contains what probably is the most unique yet most simple allegory – life is a maze and an endless chase for delusional goals. The struggle that ‘Hem’ and ‘Haw’ go through while dealing with the vanishing cheese is so close to reality; it is moving to see reflection of one’s behaviour from a third person’s eyes. The conversation amongst the old school friends ultimately takes the cake for being as gripping as a narrative can be.
Big or small, personal or professional, there is no adversity that you won’t be able to deal with if you imbibe this book into your life.
With all the changes I ever face the only constant would be – reading ‘Who Moved My Cheese?’
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Motivation to post blogs has been on an all time low. And nothing so extraordinary is happening here that deserves a blog post. But just to ascertain that this blog isn’t all dead, I’m just going to tell you the everydays that happened today:
- The cab I took this morning – the window had a name on it carved out of booger…or semen…
- I heard true rumours that my first crush now has mafia links.
- Boss-lady sent an email telling me what I need to do today. I replied back with a “Roger.” Because I’m a laconic legend. Then the semi-literate twat, who didn’t know what ‘Roger’ meant, checked it on urbandictionary.com, where ‘to roger’ means ‘to have sex’.
So you see, nothing much is happening. And in order to maintain the decorum of this blog, I announce an indefinite sabbatical, till something post-worthy happens or is recalled 🙂
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“The sun shines evenly for all, but for 5 years, it couldn’t reach me in the room that I was locked in. I was abducted from my village when I was 15. Locked up, beaten, starved and forced into prostitution for 8 years. When my son was born, I went into depression thinking that my first born would grow up in a brothel.” – Poonam, aged 25.
I had spoken to Poonam (name changed on request) and a couple of other victims while doing my research for this article. I was only half way through when the actual gravity started to become in-your-face visible. Judge me if you like, but I was relieved to simply finish the article and run back to the comforts of my life. Unfortunately, for millions across the world the gravity is much greater and easy escape is unlikely.
Not less than 130 million people across the globe are directly pulled into the human trafficking racket and equal numbers of people are affected indirectly. More than 70% victims are pushed into prostitution and rest into forced labour. It is estimated to be a $31.6 billion industry, second only to illegal drug trades. Yet these are just speculated figures as NGOs across the globe find themselves struggling to collect data about the people who mostly don’t even have a proper recognized identity. The organized global crime racket, which involves kidnapping, illegal immigration, people smuggling, debt bondage and forced prostitution, is becoming a bigger menace with each passing minute.
Closer home, the steady increase in the rise and hold of human trafficking in India is also worrying. The Constitution of India states trafficking as a serious violation of Fundamental Human Rights as per Article 21 and 23. The Bonded Labour System Abolition Act 1976 was introduced as a step towards curbing the trafficking industry. Internationally, India is not behind in tackling the issue by being part of various inter-nation conventions such as Convention on Rights of the Child (1989); The UN Protocol to Prevent, Suppress and Punish Trafficking in Persons, especially Women and Children (2000); and latest SAARC’s Convention on Preventing and Combating Trafficking in Women and Children for Prostitution (2002). The National Human Rights Commission in 2006 had also framed a Plan of Action to combat trafficking. Special law and order tactics were also suggested. The Union of India, in collaboration with NGOs, has launched Ujjwala and Swadhar schemes which are focused towards anti-trafficking and short stay homes. Victims brought to these are provided with medical attention, psychological counseling and vocational training, in addition to facilities for education and clothes for them and their children.
In spite of the efforts, the government has constantly been facing criticism for being unable to meet the needs and expectations. Committee meetings dissolving before they happen, poor statistical surveys and alleged corruption are few of the chinks in the even-otherwise-weak armour. A NGO worker, in exchange of anonymity, revealed “The policies and schemes are amazing on paper. In reality, the officers in-charge themselves are the biggest hurdles. When we refused to give 40% of the grant money as bribe, the officer refused to give us the clearance required. External agencies and central authorities gave us encouraging feedbacks on our reports. The officer in charge still wouldn’t budge, he advised us to go to the court.” The law and order system has also failed on many fronts. NGOs are known to provide legal advocacy assistance to the commercial sex workers as, instead of trying to bust the rackets, the police are notorious for bugging the women with repeated arrests.
In such a case, the rehabilitation rests majorly with the selfless NGOs. Himanshu Dubey, a NGO worker at Devi Ahilya Village Development Association that has been working at the rehabilitation of CSW, said “Major reasons are of course extortion and fake job promises, but some women may also get into this work due to abject poverty. During our rehabilitation program, we don’t try to relocate them immediately. We let them continue with their lives and provide them education, vocational training along with medical attention for HIV and other STDs. Only when they are able and convinced themselves about the other source of income, we try relocating them.”
Poonam has now taken up sewing under her rehab program at an NGO run Mahila Ashram. Her son goes to school. She says, “My life has changed now. But I wish there was a way to end all of this for everyone. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Nobody deserves this.”
I met a neighbour in the elevator, “You have reduced a lot! Dieting?” “Yes, you can say that again”, i replied. “I should go on a diet too. I need to get into shape”, she said. “Trust me, its over-rated”, was my straight-faced reply. She thought I was being rude. If only she knew.
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