Thursday 30 August 2012

The Dumb A(ss)xe effect


So, a boy, just out of shower, his towel still around him, sprays tonnes of Axe deo on himself, and waits for women from around the world to run/fly/ ride or just drop from the sky and hit on him!!!

I say what an advertisement sirjee…. Because you think that women all over the world are more dumb than that guy in the advertisement, dumb enough to pull their pant(ie)s down just because that guy smells “oh so aw(ful)some!” and probably doesn’t bathe daily.

And this is how, Sir, you have succeeded in demeaning women publicly…

The anger is not with that looser of a guy in the add, it’s neither with the maker of that add, neither with boys who spray axe in the hope that girl might actually drop from the sky for him. The anger is with the thought that people worldwide have accepted that add, and that they find nothing annoying with it.
On the other hand, I wonder if the makers of the add have succeeded in cashing on the mentality of the society.…

I remember a friend mentioning how he wanted a girl with “all hearts and no brains”, and yet another one mentioning how a girl “with brains” is the family wrecker than a maker. So they’d rather have a girl who can easily be seduced by their charms and chatter, or even big moustaches rather than by IQ, EQ , killer guts and instincts and etc etc. (I seem to have defined what entices me!!).

I am surprised how the above mentioned add or the incidences clearly are the echo of the trend in our society, that how women are (or are supposed to be) the “Brainless” objects, typically to sit at home, wait to cook the menu that their husbands order for, then clean up after he eats, later make his bed and then sleep with him. Only if it ended here, she then goes on to bear his children, who will bring fame to HIS name, feed them, nourish them, only so that when they grow up, to be asked “aap beech mei mat bolo, aap ko kuch pata bhi hai?”

Its almost indecent (I consider it demeaning too ) how traditionally women are considered to be just the objects of beauty, to be showcased by the armchair of the king, or the head of the family. How they are supposed to accept the husbands their marriages have been arranged with, and oh of course “Your man is your God” type preaching. It’s strange that they are taught not to speak in a male dominated discussion, and to take a pallu, and to cover themselves in every way possible. Not to mention that they still get raped (even after they are covered from toe to head), and then are solely responsible for their own rape.

Why yes, the men are never at fault. Afterall, their gender gives them full right on every woman that they can man-handle, any woman they can rape. Women are, like wealth, their properties, theirs to keep, theirs to protect, theirs to sell and theirs to use.  Women must not, rather they don’t have any say on the matter of who must touch their bodies, who must live with them for their lives, who must they love and who must they fuck.

People might argue the situations are changing for good now. I totally agree, now many (Not all, mind you) men, instead of forcing themselves on us, will try to entice us with stupid attributes like chocolaty smells, because even now, women might be willing to overlook their dumbness, idiocity and brainlessness, just because they smell good.

(I assume that woman makes love only to those she loves, and not to anybody and everybody who comes their way.)


Thursday 9 August 2012

I changed when….


Once upon a time I was a girl, a charming one people say. I changed into a teenager when the air of love flew in. Sweet smelling and strong, it helped me built the castles of dream on it. But those castles were built in the air, they broke.

I changed into a conscious and careful girl when they broke.
The conscious teenager entered into the big bad world outside school, and the air was now that of politics, mistrust and danger. Worries for future and expectations from parents infiltrated it. Along with it I could smell the play of power and the filthy game that it leads to. I was an aware but an insecure just out of my teens girl. I was now rebellious, desperate to make it out of this filth and into a prosperous world. With love-life put on hold, friends gone astray and college coming to an end, the air had become difficult to breathe in.

I changed when God gave me another chance, I changed into an optimistic girl.
 I now smiled, and made friends again. I had now come to trusting people again, sharing feelings was considered to be okay again. An acceptance had come to me that everything that happens is always for the “greater” good.

But change had to come again, I changed when I made a choice to leave that position of comfort.
I changed into a business woman when I traded that world of friends for a world of stretched limits, clever businessmen and new opportunities. People say it is a world where, you study the world and you study the self. You accept the weirdest, and question the simplest. I changed myself enough to fit into that world.

I am changing now, again. I am learning to do things for myself rather than to keep others happy. This learning has brought back the long lost sense of security, a sense of pride in self.
This change is the first of its types, which I have welcomed.
It has brought the belief that life was never meant to be fair, but that's why it is beautiful. I have realized that people will leave you heartbroken, not because they are ruthless, but because they never understood what you expected out of them.
Oh what a relief it was to realize that Its okay to cry for the ones gone. Its easy to move on when done so without resentments.
Resentment is good too, only till it doesn’t break you down into pieces. Its okay to be selfish, it’s okay to be weird, and want things that others never dreamt of.
Its okay to let go of the rotten past. I realized, in the 6 years that I have feared my future, the past never mirrored the future, my life has never shown me days I have always been worried of. And my failures of the past have not crept into the present yet.  
I guess there have to be new beginnings every time season changes, there are new friends every time old ones are lost, the heart always finds new loves to toy around when the ex’s break your heart, there are new bosses waiting to dictate new terms when the old one throws you out.
He always has the Plan B for us if one doesn’t work out, or maybe it’s the way we are, that we figure out new ways to make everything right.
I am just looking to making everything "right" now, and writing this has just put everything into perspective.
And hence leave you with this wonderful song.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4VEAh1-kpU