Showing posts with label #Women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Women. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Temerity #T, #AToZChallenge


Short clothes
Late nights
Booze and smoke
All alone
What temerity

You ask for it
Then say NO
How do I understand
Been the boss
Never heard no

Old or little
Woman or girl
Old or young
Women are chattel
Sold and bought

Milked dry
Happy or wry
It doesn’t matter
You have no voice
Rape is your destiny

Home or jungle
Stranger or known
A woman is to be had
Why such hue and cry
What temerity!

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Single #S, #AtoZChallenge



Are you married
When are you going to
Are you unhappy
Oh!He ditched you

Don't want children
Are your parents Ok
Are you Divorced
Are you widowed

Sorry, Its a couple thing
Hey you will be all alone
How do I set you a place
Who will buy you drinks

A husband has a roving eye
A wife is dissatisfied
Lets pair you up c'mon
All will be well then

Stop! I don't want your advice
Nor sympathy, neither malice 
I have chosen this life
I am single by choice 






Friday, April 20, 2018

The Rose Garden #R , #AtoZchallenge

Mom called the backyard Dad's rose-garden. It was a small plot of land at the back of the house. Everything but roses grew in that wild space. Weeds, long grasses, bushes of wild plants.Nobody actually had the time to take care of the plot. 

Dad always intended to. He had grand plans. He wanted it to be a beautiful garden with a manicured lawn and landscaped beds of roses. He was only a planner. Mom executed most of his plans and they made a great team. Gardening though was not her cup of tea.

Dad wanted to have his morning tea in that rose-garden sitting on a white wicker chair with a round glass top table. He had always planned to read his newspaper and sip his earl grey with cheese crackers. He also planned to listen to his music in the evenings there while having a drink or two.

Shruti, their daughter was the passive listener to all his plans. She wondered often as to why he didn't hire a gardener and get it done with. One day she asked mom. "He wants to do it himself. Its his retirement plan", said mom. She was as usual dismissive of the idea, even ridiculing it.


That day Shruti sweated all day stoically to remove the weeds and sow the grass. She manicured the flower beds, planted rose bushes of all types. The flowers will bloom in spring and all beds will have different coloured  roses. A set of white cane table and chairs was brought in. Then she spread his ashes all over the Rose Garden. The earl grey was steeping in the tea pot, so were the tears in the two women's eyes.


Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Patriarchal Bargain #P, #AtoZchallenge




Shush! He will hear you shout
Girls don't speak so loud
Don't even ask to go out
Girls don't roam without
Look pretty, look demure
Wear certain clothes to allure



Mom herself only whispered
Her voice they never heard
They were happy when she cooked
And her trip to home was booked
it was a happy bargain made
Saved her life and upped her grade 

My college sojourn had to be won
With a promise of indiscretion none
No men, no love , no outing , no joy
Get educated and we will find a boy
I was told to get home on time
Never think of being behind the chime

Then they all wait for Their turn
For another woman to boss on
To enjoy the fruits of their bargain
And over the house they reign
After years they are up a notch
In this hierarchy gone debauch 






Patriarchal bargain is a term coined by Turkish author and researcher Deniz Kandiyoti in 1988, which describes a tactic in which a woman chooses to accommodate and uphold patriarchal norms, accepting gender roles that disadvantage women overall but maximizing her own power and options. (Wikipedia). So they end up compromising collective good for individual gains.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Outrage #O #AToZChallenege




Outrage
Of Modesty
Of freedom
Of liberty
Of innocence
Of beliefs
Of life

And then we create
a useless 
outrage of words

Monday, April 16, 2018

Normal #N, #AtoZ Challenge



I work
Earn Money
Don’t keep house
And like all men
Demand my rest

I like a drink or two
And like dining out
No I don’t smoke
And like all else
That’s also a choice

I stay up late
Wake up late
Stay out late
That’s also a choice
Norms are not for me

Your normal is suffocating
Your normal is demeaning
I am happy with my normal
Your rebel is my normal
My me is my normal 

Friday, April 13, 2018

Let me be! #L, #AtoZChallenge


Would you let me be?
All my lovely well wishers
My presumed life keepers
Who disappear when needed!

Would you let me be?
Neighbors, relatives, friends
Who bitch and yet pretend
To be my loving guardian angels!

Would you let me be?
Those animal-men of prey
Who eye just flesh and bone
Crushing the broken heart I own!

I tell you; let me be!
I am happy on my own
My sorrows mine alone
A journey yet too arduous and long!


Thursday, April 12, 2018

Keepers at home (oikourous) #K, #AtoZChallenge

Are you Oikourous, Keepers at home, homemaker, workers at home?
Do you manage your household duties well?
Do you take good care of your household?
Well if you are then you are certainly justifying this word which has been only used Once in The Holy Bible. You are a Godly woman.


Oikourous, is a Greek word which means keepers at home.  The Bible says that women should be keepers at home. In older times good Christian women were advised  by the church to stay at home , look after the children and house and obey their husbands. Though there are examples where women were engaged in various occupational and economic activities yet mostly it was interpreted that the role of the woman is confined to household duties. Later it was adapted to suit working ladies as keepers OF home not AT home. Meaning they could work outside given that they do not neglect their duties at home. I am surprised that even today Amazon has as best sellers books which prescribe a curriculum for Godly women to teach their daughters the tips and tricks of being good wives and mothers.

The word may be Greek and used in the Bible but almost every culture has a similar theory. All cultures suggest and perpetrate the theory that women are nurturers and keepers and their foremost duty is to keep the home and hearth healthy.

In India and many South Asian cultures as well as the Arab world women are still relegated to housework; unpaid, unending and thankless. Rural women also take on farming, looking after the animals and looking for firewood. Only a minuscule section of very highly earning women living in ultra modern cities can yet afford to put up their feet as soon as they are home and order food. The condition of lower class women is still worse. They work as maids and servants n homes and shops, then go back home and fulfill their housekeeping duties and then wait for their drunkard husbands to come home and beat them and take away all their earnings.

It has been observed that women in India make only 27% of the working force. Those who work mostly take on both; paid jobs and unpaid housekeeping.  Don’t be taken in with the numbers though. Chinese women make 64% of the work force yet they also take on double duties.

So be it any culture women are burdened with houseeeping duties regardless of class or income group. The house and the children are their prime responsibility, the husband if helps does so grudgingly or will only handle the financial and shopping for the groceries part. Thechildren don’t help either.
The family members need to help each other run the house. Times have changed. We are no longer hunter gatherers or early farmers. Women are just not nurturers, they are as human as all the men. Women can work in all areas and do wonders. They can be equal earning members and add to the economical productivity of the country and the world. To achieve this they have to be relieved of this burden. The responsibility also should be shared.

The husband needs to help even if the wife is not working because this work is monotonous and back breaking as well as emotionally stressful. They need to take care of their wives physical and emotional health.

May be the men should be Oikourous too the keepers of/at home. The word is not gender specific after all. Equality may well begin at home too.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Infidelity #I, #AtoZChallenge


(Today I present a micro story. A micro story is a subset of flash fiction, a super short story in about 300 words. It still has all the story elements.) 




Amrita had it all planned. They were going to Goa for their anniversary as soon as Arun was back. Coming back they had parties lined up. It was going to be another busy but enjoyable  leave tenure for Arun. They were going to be together all the time. She hoped he liked the planning. She was so blissfully unaware of the havoc she was creating.

Arun was tired and wanted to rest. He didn’t even meet the kids properly. They were off to grandma’s. He didn’t get to spend time with his parents. Goa was hectic too. She was so dominating and demanding. He had loved her so much once. She was pretty and smart. He felt that he had the world at his feet. He didn’t know how things had come to this stage that he didn’t even want to look or speak to her. Many times he didn’t feel like coming home after his tenure at the rig was over.

Roma seemed like a whiff of perfume to his otherwise stinking life. She was happy, modern and lovely.  She was Amrita's best friend. Their children had grown up together. They celebrated everything together.  Even their respective marriages were going through the same cycle.

She had no demands only asking for his time, which he had plenty. He liked her verve and laughter. He called, they spoke. They walked with each other. Discussed music and literature. They had their secret pleasures. Each other’s presence made things tolerable now. They had discovered a special joy in this friendship. Life, marriages and the routine became tolerable.

That phone call on the landline made all hell break loose. Her husband heard them and beat her. He told Amrita. She was hysterical.

They both kept saying they were only friends but infidelity has no definitions.












Monday, April 9, 2018

Happiness #H, #AToZChallenge



The little girl wanted a ball
But she was handed a doll
She wanted a book to read
But was told to cook instead



Stay at home cook and clean
Your role is just behind the scene
Don’t try to raise your voice
There’s no weightage to your choice 


Eat only after all the men have
Till then ask your stomach to behave
Rise and shine before everyone else
Put up your feet after everyone has 

Your happiness lies only with them
Rest for you is a not on their list
Don’t fool yourself that you are someone
Simply get your duties dusted and done

Don’t give your poor heart any hope
Your own desires have no scope
A machine expected to give birth 
You are born to die without any mirth