Thursday, March 10, 2011

RAINBOW

Today my battered soul
 Rubbed shoulders with other bodies
In  a public carriage
  Bruised body keeping pace
With festering feelings
 And  shredded love 


The jostling ,the pushing
Poking of the crevices in  darkness
 When  feelings turned blue
Flowing out  like rancid wine 
Through vacant eyes


You travel in comfort
 In swanky cars
Insufficient to carry
 That inflated ego
   Crimson with my blood
  Your soul in hibernation
Your conscience silenced
   With lure of  'I'
  
Someday I'll live again
 My humble  dwelling alive
 With ripppling laughter
The splinters of glass
 Embedded in my heart
 Scatter light in a rainbow

My child's a woman now
  Her humanity  my award
My soul restored


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Reproduced:Sensitivity Is Awareness : Are we ready for change ?

Read a very frank and honest approach today. I loved it and I am reproducing it with permission from Tikuli Dogra, whose blog is one of the best blogs i've come across @tikulicious.wordpress.com

Sensitivity Is Awareness : Are we ready for change ?
 
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Shivani’s blog post  Happy Periods? Hah!! is a must read for all. Here is what she says, “ If you are calling the menstrual cycle impure, you are calling whole process of reproduction impure. It is nature’s rule, how can you judge it to be pure or impure being an insignificant human? I don’t think girls need to be ashamed of it. Can you men bleed a week and not die working? You won’t come to this world if this reproduction cycle doesn’t exist, and you make fun of a girl and enjoy in her despair? Shame on you!
If our strictly traditional elders loosen their mythological, ancient, superstitious-and add whatever adjective you wanna add-traditions, and men become more understanding and start treating us as humans when we are down, we might really have a Happy Period. Mere saying doesn’t make it happen.”
Taking off from her post and the fact that even when the TV advertisements scream about various kinds of sanitary pads and their benefits I still feel it is something no one wants to talk about openly as if it a “tainted thing” to go through this monthly cycle.  One day when my periods came earlier than usual time accompanied by severe cramps  I sent my elder son to the chemist explaining which pack to get.  The teenager came fuming with anger and told  he “fucked the happiness of the shopkeeper and a lady customer there”. I was interested to know more. It turned out that the guy did not have “black poly bag” and kept searching for a newspaper to stash away “the thing”. When my son demanded that he hand over the pack and forget the bag etc the lady standing at the counter told him ” Beta these things are not carried openly . Doesn’t look good. waise to your mom should not send young boys to buy it . It is so embarrassing or at least she should have given a bag or something.” It seems the young man blew them apart in front of whole crowd before leaving the shop. I gave him a proud smile. After reading Shivani’s post we all remembered the incident and this started a series of debate at home.  The taboo topics Sex education  including masturbation , mensuration and other things. It became obvious that the father was aghast that I being a woman could openly talk about “such things” with grown up boys and even share “adult jokes” or tease them. Horrifying . Well, if I don’t talk about it to “grown up” boys do I talk to toddlers then , I asked? Why can’t a woman talk to her young sons or for that matter anyone about it as part of discussion ? “Not dignified ” came the answer. “Balls to it” I said . Hypocrites. During our talks we discovered how most of the schools, offices are not equipped with any disposable facilities mainly because the thought never entered the minds of men who designed the place. “It is time India had some vending machines installed in bathrooms in malls , offices, schools etc “  , a teenage girl joined the discussion . LMAO vending machines ? First let them become sensitive and most of all aware of the natural thing on which we have no control. Let them puke the age-old formula that has been shoved down their throats by the elder women of their homes. It is ironical that women themselves make it look like a curse . Hiding , feeling guilty and embarrassed about it. Another one made a face ,” it is a private thing. I would not like to advertise it to the world “. I asked her politely, ” is asking for sanitary pads or tampons and carrying them unwrapped or telling your boyfriend or son or husband to get it for you if they are going to the market an advertisement ?  Is it not normal to say  ” I have periods and need napkins etc. or I have cramps or heavy flow so need rest ? Is is something abnormal ? She didn’t know how to answer that . Obviously her parents never talked to her openly about it and this view was never expressed. What is privacy and what is socially imposed are two concepts one needs to be clear about. When a biological body function experienced by half the world is limited to the confines of  home and only between members of the gender experiencing it, it needs reviewing. Making mensuration a tainted issue or something to be hushed up and never spoken about with the other gender is counterproductive and completely unnecessary It  is an integral part of our  body and being forced to feel extra discomfort or shame about  it  is not only unfair but it  also affect our  mental well-being, productivity, self-esteem among other things During the discussion the boys shared how the jokes go among male friends about women taking pause from men, looking  like train wreaks and  are things not to be trusted for they bleed for 5 days and still live  and so on. The younger one said that during their class on reproduction all that they could hear was giggles and sly remarks. I and the elder one were the ones who gave him the real lessons. It also turned out that major section of their male friends either did not have correct info or did not care to talk about it openly. Neither in their homes the topic was ever discussed even if they had sisters. Is mensuration a taboo undercover topic because it is a woman related thing ? Would it become a hot conversation if somehow men began to menstruate? A masculine event to brag about ? My boys think that media is not helping in any way to make the pea brain men aware and in breaking the taboo. How? Well all the advertisements are women based and if men were introduced as supporting understanding factors things just might improve. A really good thought to ponder on but will it really work? In her post Shivani talks of  absurdity of calling a period “happy” and I fully agree with her. It is the most painful thing mentally, physically and emotionally and the men easily blame it on the hormones and get away during those PMS days. One thing I noticed was the names given to the products, “whisper”  a name like this says a lot about society’s attitude towards this important bodily function. It pushes my button very hard if people use euphemisms for these things. I hate this culture of shame. it is disgusting to see some women subject themselves to self-shame giving in to some stupid deeply ingrained social religious beliefs. . As we sat thinking on this issue another vein opened. Talking sex is taboo too. Well, talk about it. Everyone enjoys  a good laugh at its cost, sex is talked about  in hushed voices and practiced behind closed doors, people drool over magazines like playboy and FTV  but when it comes to openly discuss or educate young children a very moral approach is taken. I have seen parents who are themselves so ill-informed and riddled with misconceptions that they have nothing to offer to their growing children. Also they are too reserved to broach the subject and somehow shove it under the carpet if the kids raise it . Not all parents though but most. Masturbation is something most kids learn about on their own. While talking to my boys it turned out that between friend these days girls openly talk about all these issues among themselves and with guys too but that’s a very tiny percentage. Maximum people feel extremely shifty when the topic comes up. The mindset of parents in so-called modern India is still orthodox when it comes to discussing/ debating sexuality,  puberty, live in relationships and relationships in general, sexual preferences etc. I was stunned when my son told me that his sexually active friends choose not to use protection even after knowing  the implications of unsafe sex. Reason ? “It doesn’t feel the same” . WTF I said. “Is it the boys who feel this ? What do girls say?”, I asked. “Well , most of the girls are desperate to experiment and experience the real thing  so they agree to it and take morning after pills etc” . He said. I understand , even adults are curious about sex so it is natural for young boys and girls to be curious and experimenting. “Pills off the counter I believe ” I said. Of course , you think they take advice from docs or their parents ? “, he replied. It sucks. Why is it that these kids are not guided properly ? Is it that parents don’t spend quality time with their children and that they are no longer role models for them ? Is it that the younger generation sees through the faults in the previous generation and rebels against the system not knowing where it is taking them? Why do parents think that the child will be automatically educated about sex, is it not their responsibility to guide them? It is not surprising that Sex is the top search topic on internet by youngsters.  I feel it is a huge risk as internet dishes out a lot of titillating garbage  which these young brains can not filter. India is still a country of sexually repressed people with half baked knowledge and utter confusion leading to various problems at all levels be it health, society or anything else. Is it not time to wake up to reality and break the shackles . To be aware and sensitive.  To shake the age-old chauvinistic taboos. If the urban India is steeped in such muck how do we plan to uplift the rural India? ************************************************************************ My own thoughts after reading this- My constant prayer and effort is that my children come up to me and ask about ‘the things’ rather than garner half baked damaging information from elsewhere. Let me not be anything to them,neither a friend, nor a parent , nor a mentor;  but just be there for them , to be with them as they make their mistakes and learn their lessons As long as they have the confidence that I am there, they will never need to look back and take my help  as they soar across the skies of their dreams.