Question.

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Let’s talk about questions,thoughts and emotions today.

Here is a not-so-recent poem I’ve written.I am actually kind of proud of it and hence wouldn’t be giving it much of an introduction and will let you jump right in.I hope you like it.

QUESTION.

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my mother when I was 3,

“What you’re asking me,right  there,is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my teacher when I was 8,

“Anything followed by a question mark is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my best friend when I was 16,

“When you demand an answer,that is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my love when I was 27,

“Will you marry me,is my question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked myself when I was 32,

“Am I pregnant?” Yes,that is a question.

 

I thought I was done with questions,

And question marks and puzzles,

For good,but then.

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I saw my 3-year-old ask me,

Amidst the thunderous silence and shrapnel,

“Why?”That is the question.

I answered,picking up the last picture of my husband,

Unsure.Uncertain.

Everything was a question.

THIS POSTS’S QUESTION : What exactly do you think is a question? Comment below with what you think about it,I’d love to hear from you!

 

 

Feminism.

Lets talk about feminism today.

Since my blog mostly comprises of things I’m passionate about, today, I’ll talk about one of the more serious things I believe in.I am a proud feminist and today I’ll be telling you why,along with clearing some of the air around feminism.

When I say ‘feminist’ the first image that comes to your mind is probably the rabid little subsidiary that has been created out of feminists, casually referred to as ‘feminazis’.They are,in case you are unaware the exact opposite of the patriarchal system, that is,they promote the female as the supreme gender and diss all men for being douchebags.They are quite a bunch, known for badmouthing,attacking,being narrow-minded and are actually quite widespread,especially on the internet,adding to the problem.They have created all this stigma around feminism,which at its core is nothing but a very simple belief which I will just elaborate for you.

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True feminism is nothing but a belief in the equality of the two sexes.It is considering the male equal to the female and is the concept of having no supreme gender.It is not exactly anti-patriarchy as much as it is anti-sexism and just believing that everyone is created equal and that there is no divide between us.It is not considering anything to be a thing ‘boys’ do or a thing that is so ‘girlish’.It is not questioning the person’s gender with respect to what they want to do.It is being okay and letting a boy cry because he’s a human being and not reprimanding him for ‘crying like a girl.’It is letting a woman be educated,independent and let her earn for herself and not calling her out for it because that is a ‘man’s job’. It is letting a guy come out as an assault victim and not questioning him for not fighting back because he’s a ‘man’.It is not considering a female an ‘object’ to leer at and pass comments about.It really is just a belief in equality which is the most basic construct to believe in as a decent human being with a conscience.

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Now,why this much of a fuss around it then? Partly because of the feminazism.Partly due to the name itself. Why ‘feminism’ and not something like ‘equalism’ if it is a belief in equality ,you ask? To that my first instinct would be to remind you that our entire species is referred to as ‘mankind’.The second would be,as Mr.Shakespeare has said,”What is in a name?” Thirdly,I’ll provide you with the logical reason for it. Most societies in today’s world have been patriarchal for ages.The women have had the shorter end of the stick for so long and simply need more uplifting and empowerment than men in most sectors.Even today,more women are catcalled on the streets than men are.More females are uneducated and the worldwide sex ratio is still unfavorable to women.So,while feminism aims at uplifting both sexes and bring them at the same level,since it will benefit women more, it has been called feminism.In all honesty, I don’t see the reason behind the big hullaballoo about it.

So,can men be feminists?Or are only females feminists? If you are a human being and you believe in the equality of the sexes, you pretty much already are a feminist. Unless you are sexist and consider the opposite sex to be below you and not worthy of the same human rights as you,you are a feminist.You may not like to hear that because of the controversy around being a  feminist these days.But that happens to be the truth.Take it the hard way or accept it now.Your choice.

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Now,as to why I am a feminist?I have been and continue to be a witness to and on the receiving end of sexism .It angers and infuriates me and I want to bring about a change in the common notions society has about gender quality.I have respect for all people and do not believe in any divisions.In short,I’m a feminist because I believe in equality and respect for all.That’s all.

Here is a link to Emma Watson,the UN Goodwill Ambassador for Women and one of my idol’s powerfully enlightening  speech at the UN Assembly at the start of her movement against gender inequality, HeForShe. It for me represents what the actual ideals behind feminism are. All her pictures throughout my post are quotes from the same.

THIS POST’S QUESTION: Are you a feminist? Comment below with what you think about it,I’d love to hear from you!

An Ode To Rain.

Lets talk about rain today.

I have always been a pluviophile. The rains are so beautiful to me. The smell of the earth right before and right after a rain shower is one of most favourite smells(Basically, what Amortentia would smell like to me, get it?)For me,the ideal rainy day is to be curled up by the window with a book and hot chocolate. I moved from a place with comparatively less rain to an extremely rainy place, especially around these months. So, one day just sitting by my window watching the rain, I ended up writing a little piece in its praise. I’m trying to make it musical but maybe I’m the only one who’s singing it. Sorry about that.Also,its short.I’m not the best poet,words that flow one over the other are more of my comfort zone.Sorry about that too.

An Ode To Rain

A thing of beauty,

A thing of grace,

Oh, the raindrops, do they race?

“Lets see who gets the little’s kid’s head first!”

Whenever the earth is at its worst,

Crying from thirst and parched,

They descend, on the rooftops arched.

Little beads of silver, pure,clear,

To many , you’re quite a dear.

What can I say what has not been said?

Due to you, our earth is fed.

Thank you, dear rain, for caring,

Nurturing and helping in our existing.

The bottom line is,we are in your heavy debt,

The payment of which can never be met.

THIS POST’S QUESTION: How do you define your ideal rainy day? Comment below on what you think about. I’d love to hear from you!

 

 

War.

Lets talk about war through a poem I wrote on it when I was 14.

I have always felt strongly about war. I am a generally sensitive person and war is one of the things that affect me the most. Hence , a lot of my writing is about war.This poem is probably one of my first war poems. It’s nothing special, is non rhythmic, pretty basic and is simply titled “War.” Here it goes.

War

What is war?

Is it the cause of human guilt?

Is it the search for a scapegoat?

Is it the fight against a group of people?

Or is it intolerance of a religion?

Is it what we consider a mistake?

Or is it what we learn from?

Is it the extent of what humans are capable of?

Or is it not knowing what to do?

Is it because someone was pressurised?

Or is it because someone was ostracised?

It is for all the above reasons, but not quite,

These are its consequences, not what it is,

War is when humans forget who they are,

And when humanity fights against humanity,

and always, it is humanity that loses.

THIS POST’S QUESTION : What do you, personally, think war is? Comment below with what you think about it. I’d love to hear from you!

Goodbye.

Lets talk about goodbyes through a poem I wrote a year ago.

In my last post,(click here to find that) I talked about changing schools and learning from it.I also mentioned that I grew to love my old school so much,I was shattered to leave it.I wrote a little poem when I came back after my last day at that school,over a year ago and found it quite recently when I stumbled upon one of my old journals.

Here goes,

GOODBYE

That day I smiled,

but my heart wasn’t in it,

My shirt and a bunch of markers,

was  all that took to stain it,

With little doodles and scribbles,notes and drabbles,

Memories flowing on fabric,inside jokes coming up like cadets,

but amidst the frolicked frenzy,

sitting upon our heads like death looms upon an ancient man,

The smirks were gone,

and in their place came the tears,

travelling down our faces to the very tips of our noses,

trailing a path in seemingly measured doses,

the hugs were shared,kisses not spared,

and then ,then was uttered that one word,

that encompassed all that had happened throughout our time together,

the one that would be remembered,

when our hair turned white,

and our legacies gathered around us tight,

the one glorious- Goodbye.

 

Why Do I Write?

Lets talk about why I write today.

In my previous post I  talked about my school’s camp and a ‘Personality Pageant’ I participated in there. For better insight into today’s post you can check that post out here.

In the question-answer round of the Personality Pageant, I was asked several questions whilst on stage. Most had to do with this blog, writing and reading. One of them, which completely shook me up for a minute there was such a seemingly obvious, easy yet such a profound ,delving-into-my-very soul kind of question. That very simple question asked by one of the judges was, “Why do you write?”

Now, why do I write? It’s not like it’s as essential to me as breathing or I have a message to deliver to the world. Nor do I have that interesting a life nor extraordinary experiences to talk about.I’m as normal as it gets and my life is very usual and perfectly ordinary. Then , the question again is, why do I write?

The first thing that came in my head when I heard that question was a glimpse from my childhood, when I was 9-10 years old and the biggest tragedy  for me was my best friend revealing my very very confidential ‘secret’ to someone else. I remembered how when tragedy struck,  I had, feeling utter betrayal, after tearing up in front of my mother, grabbed a sheet of paper, a pencil and wrote about the incident, how I felt, the sadness and the trauma I was feeling. And, I remember feeling so so much better. Then, It became a practise, good days I wrote about in my journal, bad days I let out my emotions on a sheet of paper, crumpled it up and threw it away. Writing was and remains my therapy, words my solace and pen and paper my best friends.

I wrote because it made me happy, it made me feel better and it made me, as a person, better. I have always been quite a chatterbox and my friends honestly(Not without proof) believe that I can talk about anything and everything for hours. Writing gave me a medium to express all my thoughts and opinions in another manner, like dancing, singing (To myself), drawing and other things have been for me always. It was fuel and motivation for the creativity in me, which in all honesty, is one of the things I value in others and myself the most. Put creativity, imagination and  crazy ideas all together and you’re already my best friend.

I  realised I write because I find expressing myself as essential as breathing and wish to leave a message for the world, something which I learn over my lifetime and leave for the future generations.I wish to have a life interesting enough to write about and have extraordinary experiences. I write because I wish to be something beyond the usual ,something more than perfectly ordinary.

With all this running in my head in a fraction of seconds, I heard myself saying,” I write to, in simple words, express myself. I consider myself a creative person with a lot of thoughts, opinions and emotions, expressing which is imperative for me. Therefore, writing for me, is one of my favourite mediums to speak my heart out, express my creativity and offer a little piece of myself to the world.”