Female safety and sexuality in changing India

There are strings of words and phrases that have been coined or used over the years to describe the diverse demography of our Motherland. Popular ones like “Unity in diversity”, “Largest democratic nation” hails amongst them. But every democratic structure is built layer by layer. Every stratum needs its own representation and voice. Some of them have it, some of the unfortunate ones don’t. The position of women has always been a topic of intense debates and long discussions and this being a very topic is a reason for us to be ashamed of ourselves. It’s depressing and agitating to accept that we belong to a country where in we start our day by bowing down in front of numerous Goddesses and then a fraction of our countrymen turn into bedevils for women.

Female-safety has been a constant point to cogitate over in our growing and relishing nation. All such measures including Installation of CCTV cameras in public places, providing reservation in public spots and transportation, active hotline numbers, enforcing government agencies to work specially for women-welfare, self-protection training programs for women, amendments in certain laws for women, empowering women of the rural communities with free or subsidized education etc. have been in force to uplift the security level for women but somewhere, it’s not functioning properly. According to reports, a rape case is reported every twenty minutes in India (source: Wikipedia) and this is just the official figure. Whenever a rape case breaks into the mass media, it triggers enormous protests and commemorations. Demand for justice and swift trial is clamoured but it eventually loses steam and the case is prolonged over several years. The biggest threat to women’s safety lies in the mental realms of a man. So an additional measure that can be undertaken is moral empowerment of men. Awareness should be created and advertised on a much wider level and workshops pertaining to security of women should be enforced amongst public to cultivate the moral roots of people in abstaining from being a bedevil for women.

As the security of women has been under constant threat, women have generally been confined to live a subverted social life. Be it because of the imposition of age-old customs or social vulnerability, they have never got the chance to express themselves with absolute freedom. With the prospering urbanisation, things have changed in our growing country but not enough. It’s much easier for a man to talk about intimate affairs than a woman. A big fraction of our countrymen driven by rugged mentality create an unfavourable environment and bottleneck a woman’s expression. It’s a sin and people need to come together to abolish it.

Everything changes and improvement is the logical form of change. It’s finally up to the common people’s intention to come together and for once, not just talk but act too and eradicate the disparity between the positions of the two genders in our country.


Maine dekhi hai wo deeware,
maine suni hai wo aawaaz.
Meri zindagi ko anjaam dene se pehle,
ek baar hone de aagaaz.

Mujhe uthne de, mujhe chalne de,
Mujhe girne de, mujhe sambhalne de.
Mujhe hasne de, mujhe rone de,
befikra hokar ek lamhaa sone de.
Mujhe khud me ek baar jhaankne de,
mujhe khud se baatein karni hai.
Thora samajhne de, kuch samjhaane de,
mujhe khud ko kuch banaane de.
Mai shaayar to nahi par mujhe likhne de,
mai gaayak nahi par mujhe gaana hai,
jo baatein hotho se naa nikle,
mujhe use bhi logo ko bataana hai.
Jis kalaa se vanchit hai mera tan,
uske sang bhi ek dafaa sangharsh karne de,
Haar ke darr se poori zindagi marna hai,
iss jeet k liye ek baar mujhe marne de.
Hai jitna bhi mere paas, uske sang thora jeene de,
bhoola deni waali yaadein bhi bikhre hue nageene the.
Mujhe baarish me bheegna hai,
mujhe kari dhoop me bhi tapnaa hai,
khushiyon k saath jo gam milte hai,
wo naa chaahte hue b mera apna hai.

Itni si meri chaahat hai,
meri icchaaon se naa ho naaraaz,
Meri zindagi ko anjaam dene se pehle,

ek baar hone de aagaaz.

ek baar hone de aagaaz.

‘Inked on the pebbles’

Its arduous to utter every word,

every picture that comes to my head.

Every glimpse that’s invisible to the eyes,

which broaden my smile or make my eyes wet.

The resplendence of those flashbacks

which can alter the course of my motion,

and sets me to ponder reluctantly

over streams of cognitive emotion.

My conscience side is the one which attract or rebels

the memories which are perpetually Inked on the pebbles.


Covering my forehead with inconspicuous fret lines,

certain memories only make me suffer.

Depriving me from the optimism i have,

this pessimistic heart makes it all tougher.

The voice of wisdom knows it all

but the compunctive mind fades away the sound.

Its just a matter of fortitude to overcome the grief

but strong are the jaws of these despicable hounds.

The road ahead is wide and that’s where I should prance,

and let these dismal memories be engraved in my ignorance.


A jovial thought delights up the mood

Alas! incessant marvelling upon them wont lead me ahead.

Turning back and clapping for my journey

makes me volatile to the slightest dread.

A moment of laughter is always a bliss

and a better laugh is there is what I should know,

my tenacity to hard work should not get mismatched

so a clip of good memory should not be considered a show.

Its not gonna vanish as its in me within,

good memories will always be threaded under my skin.


‘The road not taken’

How important is it for you,

to not let people get inside you,

to abstain them from connecting with you,

shun them from feeling the way you do,

to not let them understand you completely.

For once, stop being an encomiast

and let them taste the truth.

To encourage them to accept the rattled facts

and force them to step out of their delusions.

To set loose the thread of emotions,

emotions connecting them with you.

To help them realize the consequences,

to tarnish the trust they have on you.

Refraining your own selection of words

to help them dislike a major part of you.

To stop delivering the chains of cajolement

and push them to step out of the confounded state.

To enhance their power of rejection

and not let them accept everything about you.

To show them a side of yours,

which is real but is hidden for the better.

To not let them share your joys and sorrows

and obstruct them from associating with each of your moments.

To let them choose their own road

and not be prejudicial even if the incandescence is low.

To turn down the shine at your own will

and let the glory end before it ends.



‘A genesis to kill’

It chills you up,

it freezes you down.

It derides your stature

And portrays you as a clown.

It obscures your sight with purple haze,

fiddling with your brain as a child plays.

Grim shrugs are all that you’ll be left to wear,

And all this pallor is because of what you fear.


It checks your step,

It controls your thought.

It vanquishes over your sanity

And tardily corrodes everything you were taught.

It deludes your focus and annihilates your will,

Being reluctantly involved in this genesis to kill.

Abstaining oneself from the blow of this spear

is impossible unless you aren’t aware of your fear.


It enlightens your decision making,

It enriches your skills of judgement.

It activates the obsolete sense of choice

and helps in settling the rudimentary predicament.

It demands attention but lets you have the command

and hinders you from falling by the regular reprimands.

It’ll make you whine but prevent the wastage of your tears,

A man’s character can be revealed by what he fears.



‘The one who Knocks’

I am the light that guides you the way
I am the beacon that helps you in your stride,
I am the hesitation that doesn’t let you fall
I prevent you from getting soaked in your pride.
I am your impudent companion
even your shadow cannot compete me,
I behold the character you own
I am a bird which can never be set free.
I am the imperishable urge throughout the clock,
I am the one who will always Knock.

I am dissolved in your integrity
destitute from the indelible greed,
I am the product of your inner complacence
maintaining your solitude from the contemptuous creed.
Inches of introspection won’t help you
I am an existence and not just a show,
I terminate your confusion, anxiety and grief
so stop repressing me or else you’ll keep getting the blow.
I am your shield against people’s mock,
I might stay silent but i’ll always Knock.

I can manipulate thoughts and influence decisions
i’ll keep on parenting your repugnant soul,
Even if you desolate yourself from your own league
i’ll somehow show you the tracks up to your goal.
I censor the canvas of your imagination
and hinder the feigns from overpowering your fantasy,
Life is about setting goals and pursuing dreams
and not being volatile for kissing ecstasy.
Engraved within you, i’ll be as rigid as a rock,
because my name is Conscience and i’ll always knock.


‘The Smoke Theory’

Look, if i tell you something that does not hold any sort of scientific, cultural, mythological, astronomical, emotional relevance with utmost authority and delirious proficiency then it does not imply that I want you to ponder over it. I just want you to read it.

You, consciously or unconsciously keep on doing a number of things throughout the day. Be it the basic domestic priorities, social networking and friendship indulgences, serious professional occupancies, deeds during the leisure or even when you aren’t doing anything like when you walk down the street to fetch something or when you wait for a phone call or even waiting for the delicacies to arrive in a restaurant. Each and everything that can be done always comes up with two options- do it or don’t. Both the options involve their own set of consequences. You have your inclination towards on of them but generally you never completely discard the other one.

You stick to your opinion and perception and do what you wanted which is alright. But the problem arises when you follow the option you didn’t wanted to go with. By doing the latter, you ditch your own opinions and judgement which rise out of your own ears and nostrils as puffs of smoke and cloud in the contiguity of your brain where they were generated( Now this might be the point when you start lamenting this read-out or may be slandering me but i request you to keep calm and just read).

These exhales of smoke as well as the cloud are invisible. The accumulation of these puffs begin from the very age you start to act against your will. Certain situations like you are going down the street and you want to drop a penny in the beggar’s bowl but you didn’t because no one did falls in this category where you went against your will. Or say you are waiting for the meal to be served in the cafe and during this span you came up with a fruitful idea which got dumped with the first sight of the meal. This dumped idea gets accumulated as the smoke and with the passing years of your life, moments like these when you go against your will or ignore a good idea results in the expansion of the smoke cloud. The more you ignore, the thicker and denser does this cloud hovering over your head gets.

The ejection of these puffs doesn’t depend on the nature and tendencies of your opinion and ideas but it only depends on whether you follow them or not.

As the size and density of this cloud grows across your head, the intake of oxygen keeps on decreasing. The oxygen gets contaminated on passing through these clouds and thus brain is not able to make full use of it in generating ideas and opinions as well as in serving its life line functions. Eventually, the intake of oxygen stops your timeline and it comes to an end only because you chose to ignore and dump thus continuously allowing the cloud to expand and hover, and cover your head.

Thus as they say, ‘ Choose wisely, live well’.