Equality v/s Superiority

Equality v/s Superiority

Feminism. As soon as I utter this word, I can smell disgust and see those men rolling their eyes on me. And being a woman, as much as I want to be a part of this raging war, I cannot bring myself to fathom its utility. Equality is one thing. But superiority? In the garb of empowerment, we are fighting for superiority. And why feminism? Why not equality? Why do we have to be biased; inclined to a chosen section of the society? Only if we take a break from this knee jerk approach, and for once stop following the flock blindly, we will realise what we are doing. I do realise, that even today women are oppressed. They do not get their basic rights. And the worse is that they are made to believe that they are the weaker section. All this makes equality a necessity but not superiority. Feminism is no more about equality. It never was. It always reeked of privileges. What is it that you’re seeking? Why do ‘women’ deserve to be respected? People command respect, gender doesn’t. Women deserve to respected just as men do and just as any human does. Women are fighting to prove that they can do better than their male counterparts. And the truth is no where close to this. Because no, women cannot do better than men. Women can do things just as well as men can do. Wouldn’t world be a calmer place if we stop this war against each other and respect each other just as all humans deserve to be respected? In a world where female foeticide is unfortunately commonplace, where still girls are bereft of basic education. Where dowry is a custom(dare I question that), and marital rapes..oh! Sorry, did I just cross my limits? In a world where we are still not able to root out these fiendish acts that take place against women, we choose to distort the definition of feminism till it suits our comfort. Because yes, you can choose what do you want to do with your life. Because no, if you choose not to smoke, or if you cannot leave your house after 10p.m, do not play your oppression cards. You’re not supressed. Because no, the length of your skirt in no way defines your character but it does define your mentality if you do that just to prove that you are exercising your freedom. Because okay, show your skin if you want to. If that makes you confident and beautiful, do it. But you don’t need to do it to prove that you’re exercising your freedom. Equality is needed. Basic rights are needed. Feminism isn’t. There are many important issues worth fighting for. If you want to, fight against the vehement prohibitions and injustice that exist in the name of traditions. Fight because many girls didn’t get to see this world because of their gender. Fight for the girls who do not even know what your feminism is, because they are deprived of education. They need it. And believe me, they do not care if you choose to expose your bra strap or not.

©naina_khare

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Arrival of good.

We have been taught to believe that all good things take time, but do arrive at last. Honestly, I have always been skeptical about this. Why wouldn’t I be? When throughout your life you breathe the intoxic, you find it hard to breathe the innocuous. When you’ve been habituated to the venom in your veins, you find it difficult to accept that there should be blood in them. When you’ve been used to people giving up and walking over you, you find it strange when someone stays. When you’ve been through the darkness of hatred, you find the light of love blinding. But our heart, it never actually ages, like a 4 year old, it adjusts, it accepts, and it forgives. And no, it doesn’t take time. When a speck of good comes to us, at an instance, our heart starts dancing to the rythm, no matter how bruised it may be. It doesn’t always gets in sync with the rationality of our minds. Logics, facts, norms, all the rights and all the wrongs, nothing is an impediment strong enough to cease its jubilant steps. It’ll always be naive enough to fall for the trap; the trap of hope, the trap of expectations. Over and over again, all through your life. All the rationality, all the opinions;  no matter how strong, wither. When you may be flawlessly pretending that you’ve embraced the thorns of life, just then, life will throw roses at you to make you realise that good exists and that you too have a share in it. Despite being well aware of the lasting pain that temporary joys bring, our heart takes the plunge. Only in the hope that this may be the last time, may be this time fate will let it last. 

Why would I not love him?

I am a hopeless, mad girl. Believe me, when I say that. Convinced, already? No? 

Is it not mad to love a person so much that it destroys every ounce of your sanity? My senses do not function normally. Why do I say that?  Because I have loved a person to an insane point where there was only destruction, waiting to engulf me. His fire of indifference, burned every part of me. I loved the way he consumed me, and cherish myself, because he has been so passionate towards me. 

He used to get close to me, hypnotising my soul, and tell me that I was his only one. I know he wasn’t lying. I was truly the only one whom he loved to afflict with excruciating pain. The only one whom he loved to see, begging for few drops of his love. Why  would I not love such a loyal man?

 I used to draw rebuke from him, each time I told him that I had missed him all day long, and wanted him to talk to me. But it wasn’t his mistake, there’s nothing wrong in not wanting to talk to anyone after an exhausting day, so what, if I just wanted a few minutes, to share his load over a cup of coffee. I understand. Anyway, he always used to make up for that, at night, by proving his manliness in a closed room. Why would I not love such a considerate man?

Each time, when his phone went busy at 11 pm, he used to clarify that it was his boss dictating him some work for the next day. So what, if he told this even on Saturday nights. I believed him, he surely wasn’t lying. Why would I not love such a professional man?

He cannot be blamed for not being there with me when I went through those 3 am-anxiety-attacks. After all, he had duties to fulfill, he was busy in a meeting with a client. Although, I still wonder why those meetings used to take place after midnight, in a hotel room. But he must be having his reasons, afterall work comes prior. Why would I not love such a dedicated man?
 I know he wasn’t wrong when he left me. I gave him enough reasons to do so. He told me that my love was suffocating him, he couldn’t take more of it, and that I should understand. I do understand. Why would I not love such a veracious man?

He was epitome of perfection. Maybe it was my mistake, I couldn’t ever love him right. 

I hope you all believe me now, I am just a hopeless, mad girl, burning in the never-ending fire of his unearthly love.

  © Naina khare.

Movie review – Dear zindagi.

I do not get convinced easily, and I do not find anything wrong in the fact that it takes something really out of the box to sweep me off my feets. I recently came across one such thing.

I was pretty positive about the movie –Dear zindagi, since the time it was announced. Shahrukh khan being one of the lead characters, acted as icing on the cake. 

In India the film released on 25th November, 2016. The film casts Shahrukh khan and Alia bhatt as the main leads. The two actors perfectly fit into the characters of Dr. Jehangir khan and kaira, respectively. 

It is a light, positive, soul-searching film. You may or may not love the film, but you will definitely relate to kaira’s character. We all have been in her shoes at some point of time. The film deals with our day-to-day life, and reassures the fact that at times, we are the cause of our own sufferings. Dear zindagi is a common, yet immensely beautiful journey of a girl who is gradually learning to deal with the tantrums that life throws at her. She is frustrated and depressed with her life, like most of us. Eventually, she finds a guide who uncomplicates her life

5 things Dear zindagi teaches us which we need to instill in our lives-

  • Mental illness, of any kind, is not something to be ashamed of. It’s high time that we behaved a little empathetically. Also, understand that people who consult psychiatrist are not necessarily mad.
  • It is okay, not to be okay. We need not act fine when we are not. It is necessary to vent out our emotions. There is nothing worse than partially lived moments. Happiness and sadness are phases, we cannot skip any of them. Cry till your tears dry, all by themselves
  • Learn to let go. To live our present, we have to be at peace with our past. Inhale your present, exhale your past.
  • There is no such thing as perfect relationship or a perfect person. You’ll run into many temporary people in your life. Having been in more than one failed- relationship, simply means that you are yet to find the love of your life.
  • You are stronger than you suppose. Don’t let the patterns of your life control you, break the patterns. Have enough courage to control your life, or else someone will sit on the driving seat and drive your life away.

The beauty of the film lies in its simplicity. If you’re up for some introspection, do watch this unconventional drama. 

      

    Unearthly Love.

    How about getting drunk tonight,

    Till the harsh reality gets out of sight?

    As your fingers touch my skin,

    I ask myself is this not a sin?

    Has a magical spell been cast,

    Which is why these moments are passing so fast?

    For once, can’t time just cease?

    To let your warm breath make my heart freeze.

    Can you see these scars, so deep and blue?

    Each one of these, waits to be healed by you.

    Look here, into my bleeding eyes,

    This is the result of me trying to silent my cries.

    No, do not break this glance,

    I do not know if I’ll ever get a chance.

    Let me be lost in this moment with you,

    For how I have waited for ages, you do not have a clue.

    As the poison plays its role,

    Memories of unrequited love flinch my soul.

    Before my body turns pale and blue,

    Make my last wish come true.

    Hold me tight as I breathe my last, Hear me love, for I repeat my words fast.

    In all the lives to come,

    Except this one where my breaths are drawing a line;

    I promise that I’ll be yours, and you’ll be mine.

    © Naina khare.
    Picture credits-loveandloveonly143.blogspot.in

    I surrender.

    ​I’m at a point where I’m trying hard, to fool myself and trying hard to pretend. But despite the desperate attempts, I’m failing. I’m failing, over and over again. I’ve succeeded in convincing my friends, and the guy I’m dating. I tell them that your betrayal makes me hate you. But that’s no where near the truth. The truth is that I feel you in the air I breathe. I search you in every man I meet. Some of them have a similar voice, some have similar color of eyes, others have a similar physique and still others have a similar intellect. But….but no one is you. I loved you for everything you were.I loved your softness and your harshness too, I loved the way we cuddled and loved the way you pushed me away. I loved your voice when you said those ‘I love you’s’, and loved it when you shouted too. I loved the way you loved me and loved the way you hated. I loved you and everything about you. I long for everything you were. And I must be sick for having thinking this way, but the more pain you give me, the more attached I feel to you. Because my darling, only you have the power to make me, and to break me. Having been broken gazillion times, by you, for you, I am still perturbed the most, when you’re in pain. My pain doesn’t depresses me, your does. At 2 in the morning, I still lie awake, wondering if you’re fine, and happy. If my absence makes you happy, I swear I will never tread your path. I’m happy with the pain you gave me as long as you’re happy with her. But promise me love, promise me, you’ll always smile the way you did, when we first met. Take care of yourself, and I’ll be fine by myself. I’ll be yours forever, inspite of the fact that you’ll never be mine. That type of love, darling, that type of love. The truth is, I am never going to get over you, not in this life and not in the lives to come, because for me, you and I, were one
     ( Stream of thoughts, when I see him, with her.)