M v F

The world is calm and peaceful apparently, but how many can actually feel the tension building up in everyone’s lives? Very few, because, each one is engrossed in their own problems, solutions, happiness, comfort etc. The wars that are waged and those worth waging are not just on the borders of the country or in the skies and waters, but within the boundaries of our own homes. It shouldn’t be shocking to come across this revelation to most people, and i am quite sure of it. Didn’t get me yet huh? Then, read on…

Few of my (she)friends at WP are a rage at writing topics that concern women and their respect, modesty, dignity and other aspects which basically have the message that women are not treated properly. It appears true from a bird’s eye point of view, but can we blame only the men for this? Another friend RJ wanted to be born as a girl if he had the chance to choose his birth again. I whole-heartedly appreciate such an idea because it appears naive and stupid to most of us. This is just an example to show that men-in-general are not responsible for what women are facing now.

The rift between boys and girls was common in childhood and i had this arguement, rather a debate, in the high school. I was waiting for my turn stupidly and when i realised that i wont be given one, i barged into the argument. If men and women were supposed to be equal, why were they not made equal? Don’t you think the creation of men and women the way they are, was a secret of nature? Secondly, both were given the same brains with some mild differences. So, if they really craved for status quo all the time, why didn’t they retort in the beginning of the civilization? Did they subdue themselves just before the muscular power of men and chose to play political and love games with them? I know that i am not talking about women in general, but about those who had led to a change in the course of history and hence, resulting in the current scenario.

I strongly attribute the inequality observed to the history, because, that is where everything comes from. And for the mistakes committed by men and women in the past, the current day “empowered women” are fighting for their rights. It is bad to note that those who fight for the rights of women living in slums etc., come from an acre wide bungalow or in a car fit for a goddess. Ask them to stay in the hut for an hour and they’ll know why women still choose to be there. It is not just equality that they crave for, but a morsel of food a day, and sometimes, for a couple of days.

And lastly, coming to the most popular type of people – students, teens, tweens (or whatever!) The inequality is present here too. But in the opposite fashion. I am amazed at the stock of weapons they carry to subdue men. A smile can speak a thousand words and a tear can possibly, never stop speaking šŸ˜€ . Its available against all kinds of men and all age groups. But, they are not carried by all. If at all the technical know-how spreads among all women, we men will have to run to Mars and keep gaping at our once beautiful home – the Earth!

PS : I sincerely feel that men will have to start fighting for their rights someday. Oh God! Please let me hide beneath your cushion if it happens! šŸ˜¦

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Hello Tweens!

So, after a long time of ten years, the digit in the tens’ place of my age is gonna change. On the last day of my teens, rather, on the transition from teens to tweens, i am writing this post to go down my memory lane and possibly, take you too.

I was not very fond of my birthdays in my childhood because i felt more comfortable in my school uniform than in the new birthday dress. The idea of standing in front of the whole class and telling that it was my birthday, and holding a box full of chocolates was not very entertaining. I felt like a clown being applauded for his dress sense! In spite of these feelings, at the end of the day, i used to feel good because people treated me like a VIP just because i was born on this date a few years ago.

By the end of my primary education, i almost gave up the idea of celebrating birthday at school, but then i had to shift to a different school, where, for the first time cupid struck me (the same cupid who was murdered by Nikhil recently šŸ˜€ ). On the very first day in my new school, there was a girl’s birthday. And she looked like an angel from a special heaven made just for me. So, to share that special heaven, I had to dress up for an occasion. What better time could i ask for, than my birthday! It was supposed to come soon.

At last, the day came. For the first time, i felt like the dress and i were born together and re-united after so many years. I demanded my father that i should distribute Cadbury Eclairs chocolate. I was late to school and as i entered the classroom, the class teacher shot an angry glance, but became merry immediately upon seeing me in a colorful dress. Later the whole class sang for me, and after distributing chocolates, my day was normal. In the lunch break, this very girl came to me with a hand-made paper greeting, bearing the sweetest words i can ever remember – “Happy Birthday Greetings to a Lovely Friend.” Later in life, i could relate such feeling to only one song – “Pehla Nasha” (Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikendar). I considered that my first birthday present.

Next few years were not very eventful, but i did not hate birthdays again. One reason because, it would be a fun-filled day ending with a dinner in some restaurant. Another reason being that i got a few valuable gifts. My mom presented me with a Fastrack Watch on my 17th birthday and it was just the way i like it – metallic, macho and yet, simple. On the next, when i entered adulthood, i cursed the university for scheduling the exams on my birthday.

I was feeling bad when my 19th one also fell between exams. I was preparing for my fourth semester subject Control Systems, when my father came home in the afternoon and asked me if i was done with the preparation. I was confident about the subject and told him so. He asked me to join him on some important work and took me off on Outer Ring Road. I had no idea about what was in store until i found myself standing with a widely open mouth in front of Bajaj Showroom. He booked a bike for me, the one which i love to flaunt anywhere, anytime – Bajaj Avenger (Feel like GOD). My joy knew no bounds. I could not believe it when i learnt that my dad had kept it a secret even from my mom. No other day would have been as good as this for the purchase. And for the delivery of the bike, there came a day which is equally rejoiced in my household – my brother’s birthday – 2 weeks later. Added to this, my friend gifted me with a perfect key-chain for my bike – my name (Harsha) carved out of teak and superbly polished.

And coming to present tense. Hurray! its exactly the stroke of midnight as i type this! Happy Birthday to me! šŸ™‚ I was the first person to wish myself :D. And as for the gift which is to come tomorrow today, i too am in the dark. (I am guessing it to be something that i don’t have now.)

P.S : I take pride in saying that i share my birthday with the great vocalist pandit Sri. Balamuralikrishna. (Its a different matter altogether, that i don’t share anything else with him šŸ˜› )