"You haven't learnt anything from your ex-roomie. Look at her, she spotted the 'right man', grabbed him and got married before he slipped off," (Her hand? Good job!) says my age-old friend, who also taught me Vedic history like a fairy-tale and taught me to take chances in life, "For worst, you would die."
His suggestion on me being 'not-secured', ie not married (Akeli Ladki Khuli Tizori- to spice it up) annoyed me, but others got a shock! I replied to my friend, "I would rather much happily carry the khuli tizori throughout my life, than to forcefully adopt a false-sense of security – by spotting, grabbing and making the 'right man' legally mine." And quickly quoted my cousin who had updated me my ex-roommate’s relationship status, "she is a successful housewife (home-maker to be politically correct) at X." (say 'X' is a low-lying, down-market area in the capital city).
Recently, the Mint carried an amazing column about 'Sex and the City,' which, I believe, have rightly written: "'Sex and the City' is supposed to be the movie that celebrates the independence of today's women." The movie portrayed such a hunky-dory picture as if there's nothing existed beyond 'color' (that's how they idetify sex), shoes and men - for four professionally successful women. And the only answer I have for my dear friend who is worried about my 'security' is as the Mint columnist further writes: "Get married, girls! It's the whole purpose of your existence…" But my purpose of existence is to guard my khuli Tizori:)
Just when we were worried about this sex’s security, many of the same sex are being killed before they could even feel the insecurity. Forget the rest India, cases of female foeticide in posh South Delhi itself can outnumber places that are traditionally accused of killing women.
I know that you are
Hurt Today
In your heart you feel
A pang
I know in the day
Arrive many storms
You can think nothing
There’s just the sand
What you guarded
Really well
Against your bosom
Very close
What was yesterday
A lucky necklace
Is today a noose
Around the neck
O Ballo! O Ballo!
Why the sadness
This is all cause
And effect
See it, feel it
Chin up
In time
We shall all be Together
I know you buried
Many memories
That you couldn’t
Throw Away
They climb you walls
When you close your eyes
Or when you listen to my
Empty counsel
Everyday you Litigate
Everyday a sharp Debate
Sometimes its guilty
Sometimes you set yourself free
But never a Resolution
You must turn the pages Yourself
You must travel Yourself
You must shape your own script ~~~~~~~~~~ the English rendition of song ‘Ballo’ in Rabbi Shergill’s album ‘Avegi ja nahi’
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