Freedom tastes good

Freedom is what I seek
from the known - a childs' play it'll be
The unknown though is creepy
it doesn't cease to be.. oh so starry

To Light

The light in you is shining bright
Hope ceases to be out of sight
Close your eyes and feel the warmth
In the field called love, there's no such dirth

Anamika

You don't want your daughter to be Anamika. That's the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of the horrible realities of the society that you and me form.

Anamika is the portrayal of the concept of the worst form of human rights violation - sex trafficking. It tells their tale through their very tongues that have been forced silent for far too long. From the dungeons where they are trapped, to the beasts (I won't call them men) they are forced to go to - they tell all. Anamikas shake the most popular belief of prostitution being 'easy money'. They don’t have a name. They don’t have an identity. Just a body which is not theirs – it’s sold. Again and Again. And if their cries, their tears don't move you, let this do the job. The only words they have for us is an advice to save ourselves from falling in this trap. They wish us a good life - a life they have stopped imagining for themselves. We have made them give up on us. Are we going to wake up now?

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Shhh... I've got something to tell you

The pen is mightier than the sword.

I have always written/ spoken about the bigger picture. For me it has always been more effective. I would talk about poverty in general rather than the story of one or two particular people. But what I found out recently was stories.. get across that message that no generalization gets across. And hence historically, it is via stories that all the wisdom has been transferred over the ages.

I've got something to tell you.
I have just experienced my first trance. I felt it. In a flurry of emotion, a rush to catch something unusual, like a shooting star, like the first drop of rain fall, I succumbed in the vast creation of nature. She urged me, compelled me to go forward, telling me not to be afraid, to open my eyes and feel the light shadowed amidst momentary darkness. I tread carefully, feeling every sound, every vibration in lousy air until all came to a grinding halt. A halt i can not forget - a halt I dare not forget.

Creating interest. A mystery about to unfold, something about to happen, when one lets loose of ones imagination and flows with the story teller, gets transported into a world where anything can happen. Or maybe... those things happen which were dreamed or dreaded.

I stood there standing for a while at a distance where they could not see me. I saw a group of kids like me both boys and girls lined up outside an enclosure. A couple of men called them by a strange number. I wondered why I wasn't hearing any names. 2 girls and 1 boy were sent inside the enclosure and the rest of the kids were put in the truck they probably came out from.

Is the tongue mighty enough?

Poisonous Silence (Part 1)

Where are we? Here! How are we? Good. Who are we? The One, The Only! But...

We are adraid. Of truth.

We want to live in the world that does not see what is real. We want to tell everyone that the "act" (we don't even want to name the act) does not exist. More importantly we want to tell ourselves that the "act" does not exist. So in our less than perfect world, we live in constant denial phase of the not so uncommon "act".

And that's what we teach our kids. That it doesn't exist.
When the child says he/she doesn't like milk, we tell them "No, milk is good for health. You must drink it."
When the child says they don't like this pair of pants, we tell them, "No. How could you not like this pair of pants? It's a good one. You must wear it."
When the child says I don't like this uncle / aunty / relative, we say "They're so good! You must go to them and shake hands."

1. What are we telling them?

When the child comes out of the shower without his/her underwear, we say "Shame! Shame! Don't come out like this."

2. What are we telling them?
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Child: Oh.. I don't like this person but mom/dad say they're good. I don't like this.. I am confused.. Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this? Am I bad?... I can't tell them I don't like this uncle / aunt. I must obey them... They say they love me.. I don't like it.. I am a bad child... I should be punished... I am afraid I will die... I am afraid they will hit me.. I don't want to feel anything.. I will close my eyes.. Nothing ever happened.. No one will ever know.. This can not be happening.. I don't know what this is.. I am a bad child. This is what I deserve.

1. What did we tell them?

Don't trust your instinct. Ever.
Consequence: When a child faces sexual abuse they are confused. They feel "I don't understand what is right or wrong, what I should / should not like, should or should not do. I should obey my elders. I don't feel good about this, but they must be right. How can I defy my elders?"

2. What did we tell them?

You don't show your private parts to people or talk about them.
Consequence: When a child faces sexual abuse they can not tell since they have been trained not to talk about it. They have been told, this is a bad thing to talk about. Don't be a bad boy / girl!

Our dead self forces them to drink the poisonous potion of silence.

Is it Necessary?

"It was just beer!"
"Why?"
"It doesn't even contain much alcohol."
"It's a nice beginning then."(Rolling eyes)
"I was very happy."
"You forgot a lot of things in your happiness it seems. Chose a very nice way to feel your happiness and to ruin that of people who love you."
"It was the last day of college."
"So had to be the first of your downfall? So it had to be the day when you broke your parents' trust? So it had to be the day when you ceased to be yourself?"
"My head hurts."
"Would you like some vodka now?"
"Stop it. Don't you.." (passes out)
She walks towards the drawer, takes out her dad's bottle of vodka and downs it in one gulp. It wasn't good. But necessary.

Out of Slumber 1

It's right to kill.
In an interesting conversation with an accomplice, layers of dust on me was finally beginning to give way to the light that waited on the other side of the tunnel. I have had these experiences before where the universe suddenly becomes reachable and yet, so small am I that I can only marvel at it's being.
What's right and what's wrong can only be decided by you. But what most people fail to understand is, they'll discover this "you" only when they challenge the basic assumptions governing their lives, ruling them and making a slave out of them that has no option but to submit. That slave has seen no other life and hence is so sure about their current state being the ultimate one that it's nothing less than obvious that that's all there is to life.
They call this decision-making aspect religion, culture and society. But WHERE did it come from? A story told over and over, passed on via word of mouth from one person to another, finally takes a different form all together. It may have become a work of fiction with any resemblance to a living character, place or event entirely coincidental.
So, let's clear the dust. And we may so be convinced even killing is not wrong. Death is after all the commencement of a new beginning. Food for thought.