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Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

The woman who used to be #ALetterToHer






The first push 
was accidental
she presumed

the wife jokes
becoming nastier
the controlling
the belittling
was just foul mood

gradually the definitions 
were altered
silence was the price
for peace
love was a noose
a prison 
with no release

"his good heart
was never filled
with malicious intent"
she chanted

the constant
walking on egg shells
and shards of self
the bruises
the best makeup
could not conceal

the flowers and
chocolates
the vacations and gifts
just masks

the nice man
she provoked
the marriage 
she couldn't sustain

the numbness
the scars
somewhere inside
she could not see

and the woman
she became
from the 
woman she 
used to be.

Meena Kandasamy's When I Hit You is a chronicle of an abusive marriage and a celebration of the invincible power of art. It must be read because it breaks the silence surrounding the violence in a traditional wedlock in modern India.



Saturday, January 28, 2017

Love Song of a Broken Woman




Muses are not always
Greek goddesses
Stories often lack
mythical significance

The chaotic noises
in a troubled mind
And the hole in the chest
Carved where once
blood pumped feelings
Are a broken soul's tavern

Tired is the only
Universal feeling
Of making up, making out
Breaking in ,breaking out
Breakdown

Fallen in love
Icarus or Lucifer
Just a woman
In an eternal fall

Shards of careless words
Peel the remains of love
From a carcass called body
And then the master stroke
Silence - to drive the knife home

And twist it to the last.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Quietude #AtoZChallenge #LifeLessons

 
In a noisy world
the closest place of peace
is a quietude
inside.
 
There is so much noise in the modern world, there are people who will keep the gadgets running, the music playing just because they dread silence, they fear listening to the quiet voice from inside. But often that's our true calling.
 
 
 
 


While human beings have the unique gift of speech and have mastered the skill of conversations, quietude has its own worth, because that is when you listen to yourself, to conversations form the past, to nature around you and that enriches your soul's vocabulary. 

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Break the Silence #MomsForABetterWorld

“Let’s raise children who wont have to recover from their childhoods.” —Pam Leo
 
As every other parent the things I want to tell my child is a never ending list. A few weeks ago for the #MomsForABetterWorld initiative I had to prioritise and re-order this list and I wasn't surprised that Awareness about Child Sexual Abuse topped my list.
 
Almost every person I have talked to about this has recalled some or the other incident of some kind of abusive behaviour they have witnessed or experienced as a child. So I am sure this is an issue even larger than we can ever imagine.
 
I have always hated the festival of Holi because I was once forcefully coloured by an inebriated neighbour, a friend hates chocolates because her uncle would make her kiss him for those, an online friend recalls how horrified she was when as a child a grown up relative exposed himself to her.
 
These are real incidents that may/may not damage the child physically but leave deep scars for the rest of their lives, we cannot even imagine the horror a childhood becomes when abuse is persistent and under the covers for years.

 
 
 
 
 

India is still largely a traditional country where issues related to sexuality are largely taboo.A large number of our children are still made to view their bodies with shame and fear. We rarely speak about bodily functions openly and our social setup does not bar unsolicited physical contact like hugging or patting on the back.
 
We have a country where toilets are still unavailable to a large number of children making them even more vulnerable and easily accessible to sexual predators.
 
A lot of parents from my generation are shy to speak about touch and pleasure to our children because we were brought up in times when even mothers or teachers would not talk about even mensuration or puberty.
 
Often parents think its too early to talk to children about it but the sooner they know the better. Also it happens to only girls is a huge myth- all children, boys and girls run a huge risk of facing abuse. 
 
The only way we can protect our children is by educating them about sexuality in an age -appropriate manner without scaring them
 
The increasing number of sexual crimes against children and the alarming trend that most often the perpetrators are people known to the child and the family makes it even more imperative that our children are aware of the risk and know what to do when.
 
Here are a few things that I often repeat with my six year old :

My Dear P,
  • Our private parts need to be named and these are just like our other parts but private because we do not talk about them in public or show them in public.
  • Always remember good touch and bad touch, try to know the difference between a simple/normal hug and an uncomfortable hug.
  • Even when you feel the slightest physical discomfort with any person run and tell a parent /teacher immediately.
  • You and me keep no secrets especially the ones that hurt.
  • Say NO to physical contact whenever you are uncomfortable. Go offend the world, all I care about is your comfort and safety.
  • Use your vocabulary well, use and know words and actions like cuddle, hug, kiss, hold, rub, show to indicate anything inappropriate.
  • Know that whenever you report any such incident or even intuition YOUR version will always be trusted by me, I am here to listen even if at first it sounds funny or awkward.
  • You can dial 1098 (CSA Helpline) and seek help for yourself or a friend whom you feel needs help.
 
A few reminders for myself and all other parents:
  • If our child is a survivor of sexual abuse he/she or us have no reason to be ashamed about it.
  • No tradition or family honour is greater than the childhood of a child so speak up , whatever the odds.
  • Stand by your child ,only love can heal even the deepest wounds.
  • We can prevent our children from being silent victims.
 
We need to be a loud and clear collective voice Against Child Sexual Abuse. Yes maybe awareness alone would not prevent all incidents of abuse but by speaking about it openly, strongly and clearly we are initiating a social avalanche that may save a lot of our children from suffering in silence.
 
This post is a part of #MomsForABetterWorld Blogger Contest at Women's Web.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

LOVE

Somewhere in the heart of Haryana
They were next-door neighbours
childhood friends
had shared joys,festivals
and now LOVE means fear.

Her village was far away
in the hills of Himachal
She had shunned his advances
and today for her and him
LOVE means death.

They were happily married
in Delhi for almost a decade
and now in a bedroom
in their home in Moscow
LOVE means violence.

He had loved her
since their childhood
in Lahore
half a century later
LOVE means silence.


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