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Ishq-e- Malang

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Kurtey ki jeb chaak hai, Jootey bhi phat chukey

Kisney kaha tha ishq main jannat ka mazaa hai….

Who chaand sa chehra aur farmaishain teri

Shayad merey karam they,  tu jinki sazaa hai…

Khoo bech kar bhi pait tera bhar saka na main

Allah reham kijiye, yeh kaisii ghizaa hai…

Kuch yaad nahi kitni mulaqaatain hui tujhse

Ginta hun bas udhaar jo ab mujhpe qaza hai…

Karde Buland martaba takleefon se meri

In aazmaaishon main bhi Allah ki raza hai….

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feMENism

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“Yes..Jenny!!!! you cant stay late outside with your friends”  “Why Daddy..????.  Because I am saying so..!!!!   Hmmmm… so what it looks like? It looks like to me that the rights of Jenny are violated. What’s new…? Isn’t this what happens all the time. So what we should do about it ?   And that was the moment a solution came out from the Pandora’s box…. Ohh look it’s so cute..!!! We should keep it and cherish it all our lives. Wait…!!!! We should give it a pretty name first. Let’s call it FEMINISM.

This is actually not the way the how feminism was born, not even close. We are not here to talk about what is the history of it and how some utopian socialist or French philosophers gave birth to it. Rather we will talk about how it affects our daily lives, how we have started perceiving it and is it actually made to save women from atrocities or to exploit them ? . So how actually do we perceive it ? Do we think feminism is about hating men specifically or in general, or its about fighting for women’s rights like right to vote, sexuality, reproduction, wages etc

The truth is that whatever definition we take of feminism; we just have to ponder a little, what feminism has given women in the past and still giving to women in the current world. Now around half of my readers must hate me now, so just to make myself clear, I am not an anti-feminist or a women hater, In fact, quite the opposite. I respect women in every sphere of life and neither am I denying the atrocities done to women by men. How can I ? I live in India after all..!!! But the thing which strikes my attention the most is what is the need of such a specific name…? I mean isn’t it should be common sense to respect people or even anyone as a matter of fact ? Ohh no no no, you might be thinking that its common sense to me but for few men who don’t have common sense, such ideology/words are required. I have seen well educated, successful, illiterate, poets, sports people…. Even presidents doing funny business with concept of women’s rights. Do they all lack common sense  ?

Do we have a different name for rights of Older people ? Or for children ? We simply call these rights as human rights or child rights. Why the need of such a specific word like “feminism” ? Isn’t something fishy about all this ? Didn’t we learn this in school that we must respect all people and not judge them on their capabilities, looks, gender, ethnic origin, color blah blah blah….. Or do we forgot to teach our kids then and now we want to introduce this new concept in their lives.

Few days back I was watching television, all of sudden I saw an advertisement about some deodorant. The advertisement had this one guy who put this deodorant on and all of a sudden women started taking their clothes off, and by women I mean hundreds of women, which is quite a strong sample size if we talk in context of statistics. So by this add, if I infer that generally all the women (because of the strong sample size) are so dumb that I need just a deodorant to make them want me (in fact fight for me). The same case is not true with deodorants only, its true for soaps, tooth pastes, Gillette shaver, cars, bikes, pizzas, burgers, jeans and the list is endless. So what should I call it ? Is it feminism/freedom/dignity for women or simply insult  ? It doesn’t look to me like a concept to dignify women rather it doesn’t even looks like a concept to be made by women.

I should leave the answer for the readers to decide.  I would just request my readers to keep an eye on the advertisements we see on television and just ponder. Just see the number of ways media tells us to use, so we can have women. See how they degrade the face of women and put a sticker of feminism to hide it. Women are better than that and always will be. Men who want to respect women, do it anyways and they don’t need phony concepts like feminism to make their choice. On the other hand men who want to do the opposite, will simply use the cherished concept of feminism or should I say feMENism

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Dinner with a King

Living with negligible acquaintances in a small city, where I have just started working far from home, I always knew it was going to be dull and hence never expected a lot from the place. As far as my social life here is concerned, I won’t call it a place with mind-boggling scenic beauty. In fact in the name of site seeing there was a river, equally malnourished and weak as the children playing around, was more of a hangout place for local laundry men and women. Few times I went to the river, to extract the last drop of pleasure, if any in the place, but in vain. Swollen carcasses of cows and buffaloes floating around, kids relieving themselves in mass gatherings, I will admit, it was not a place where I can get rid of my worries; In fact the place gave me few. After the utter annihilation of my expectations by the place, I eventually stopped my morning expeditions.

As I stated earlier, I have no friends here, except one with whom I share the flat.  Different from me, he enjoyed this city a lot more than me, the reason for which I could never understand. This friend of mine worked in a bank and being in sales section has to meet new customers on a regular basis. His main aim was always to make new friends through which he can be called to free dinners and lunches. So as routine, his hard work paid again and he was called for a dinner by one of his new client.  My friend at the bank being close to me, many times mentioned me during the discussion and hence out of courtesy his client requested my friend if I can also come. My friend gave me this happy news about the free meal asked me if I can come. The fact that me and his client have never met before, made me a little uncomfortable. Initially, I was a little resistant but after a while said yes. After all I was living in city way far from home and a good free dinner won’t be that bad.

I met my friend at the bank from where we left for his client’s house. On the way I asked my friend about his client. He told me his name was Mehtab, he was a cook in small roadside hotel and lived with his 4 children and a wife. On my way trying to make a mental picture of Mehtab Bhai, as I was meeting him for the first time. According to my imagination he must be a guy with a beard and wearing a kurta pajama with a scarf around his head. He must be having red stained teeth because of eating excessive pan or gutkha or both. The image I made for this guy in my mind actually matched a lot of cooks in small and cheap roadside hotels and I have no reason to expect more from him. So our host for the night called us and asked us to meet few feet away from his house. After the nagging conversation with the auto driver regarding the difference in the amount of money we were offering and his expectations, we started moving towards Mr Mehtab’s house.  We have not walked a lot when we reached the crossroad where we were supposed to meet. I was astonished to see the vast difference between the man in real and the way I have perceived him. He was a young man around 35 years of age with a kid in his arms. He waved and smiled at us as he knew my friend. Nice cool shoes, tight jeans, a hand woven sweater, not branded but all clean he was standing. Look like he was expecting it to be a date or something. Anyways, after our formal introduction with Mr Mehtab and his daughter with running nose, who was constantly wiping the nose with a handmade sweater, we moved for his house. After passing some scary and narrow passages which reminded me of serial killers, we reached the place. House looked new to me as it had no plaster or paint, just the bricks with cement. We entered the house which had few steps to reach the main door. At the instant I entered, I found that the arrangements for food were made in the very first room.  Connected to it was another room which was separated by a curtain. The bed sheets from the bed were folded aside so as use the bed as a dining table. He told that it’s the only room they had and the next section beyond the curtain was a open place they use as kitchen and toilet. To start a conversation, I started discussing about his kids. He told me he has four daughters; 3, 5, 7, 9 years old. To my surprise he was sending all of them to school. One by one he called all his daughters and asked them to read me a poem or a passage from their books, and they pretty well did. I could just see the pride on his face. I was sold; my heart was just immensely full of respect for this guy. During all this time my friend was eagerly waiting for the food to come as I could clearly see on his face. I don’t blame him; it was around 9 pm already. After a while the food came which was obviously delicious, as he being a cook. We ate till our hands got tired and finally ended the dinner with some ginger tea.

It was time for us to leave now. He walked us to the place from where he picked up. He hugged both of us strongly and told how much it meant to him that we called him a brother. During my way back to home I was shocked, surprised and in fact impressed by what has just happened. I was thinking about the people I have seen till now, I mean rich people but with a feeble heart to respect and love other people around them. Generosity is a gift which is independent of riches. I met a king today and he proved it straight and square.

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