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of mundane meanderings and monday mornings

of mundane evidences and monday mornings
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our love

our love
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RIP 2012

despite
the hopeless days
the endless nights
the shocks the betrayals
the flights the frights

despite
the tears that washed this city’s streets
the helplessness that couldn’t cure her aching grief
the words that should never have been said
the anger abundant, the love being brief

despite
the story of me, coming nearly to an end
the fact that you made me crawl, whimper and bend
the heart still couldn’t hate you
the enemy bearing gifts, the teacher godsend

despite
the truth that you were stronger, numerous
the battles you won, scarring me for life (but)
the war, dear friend, i’ve won
the night you lay dying, is the day i survive

-adee, 11:59 pm, December 31st, 2012.

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tired.

not the bone tiredness of the body or the neuron tiredness of the brain…its the soul tiredness of the being i’m or have become or was expected to become but faltered on the way…i am just tired

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5 steps to avoid being raped in Delhi

01. Do not step out of home during night.
In Delhi, night starts whenever the men decide to prowl upon women. So, if possible do not step out of home at all.

02. Do not stay at home.
So many women are raped by men closest to them. Family members, relatives, neighbours… and you thought you were safe at home?

03. Do not trust anybody.
Adding to the list in the second step, do not trust your teachers, your security guards, your friends, your colleagues, in fact any male member of this society….be paranoid for life.

04. Do not live your life.
Do not work, do not study, do not wear clothes of your choice, do not wear makeup, do not laugh out loud, do not travel, do not live your life anymore.

05. Do kill yourself.
If you’ve attained puberty, it’s time to decide whether to live ahead or not. Even if you are a baby or a grandma, you’re not safe. ‘Cos any animal on the street will target anyone with breasts and vagina. If you can’t kill yourself, at least mutilate your face. Though there is no guarantee of it keeping you safe from these men.

and last, one bonus step. If possible,

06. Do not take birth.
If you’re a soul hovering around still undecided about where to be born as a girl child, Delhi is not a good choice. Please rethink.

 

If you are a Delhiite and your blood boils at the never ending spate of crime against women, do make your voice heard. Write a blog post, post an update, if nothing else, copy this post and mail it to the Chief Minister of Delhi: [email protected] or go meet her at 3, Motilal Nehru Place, New Delhi. You can register your protest by calling her office at: 011-23392020, 23392030. 

It’s time we made our government and law enforcing agencies took some serious steps about safety of women in Delhi. This is the least we can do.

-adee
www.delhidreams.in

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study table

a study table is almost an anachronism in these times. and i’m so happy to have one. here a Norton Anthology of Poetry rubs shoulders with Ghalib and Rowling’s boy wizard meets the anguished heroes of Pamuk. a basket of stationary items finds itself in company of toy cars and Ayn Rand meets Gulzar. and no, it is up to date with the times as well. books, bags and unfinished poetry befriend the binariness of this laptop quite well. tell me, do you have a study table and if yes/no, what do you have/or would have on it 🙂

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play

he brought pen

and paper

white virginal with lines of fate drawn across

placed the group together

he let the children loose

there are 26 of them

and when they play together

wonderful things happen

like rhymes

like poetry

like life…

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this yellowness of mine

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how do u measure a day?

do u measure it in minutes or moments or spread ur arms and hug it tight. do u leave things unsaid and tasks left undone so that it grows n grows and haunts u for ever. do u measure a day at the end of it or sleep content that u lived it well.

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a birthday #poem for Shri Narendra Modi

on the occasion of his birthday, a poem for Shri Narendra Modi, written by my father from the point of view of Gujarat’s farmers and common men & women. hope you like it, and if possible, it reaches Mr. Modi as well 🙂

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