Word of the Week #101:

NemeSis: 

Hypocrisy

If you are a woman reading this, please tell me what you want. Equality? World domination? What?

Do you want reservations so that you can get by with poorer achievements compared to the boys? Remember why reservations were made and for whom. If you are reading this on a mobile device that belongs to you, you probably don’t need reservations.

Do want those two seats in the metro every single time, even if you are feeling alright and standing 30 minutes is going to do you no harm? If a tired, old man is sitting there quietly cursing that he will have to get up when some woman walks in, you probably don’t need the seat as much as he does.

Do you want the women’s line while waiting in line to buy a ticket or submit a form? Why?

Do you want to get rid of the stalkers and lechers? Yeah, me too… actually no, I have never really had too many of them. Some people do not back off, I get that. But the rest can be reasoned with.

Do you want your male friends to stand up for you when you are in trouble? I do. But it is easier when I stand up for myself first.

Do you want rallies on the streets for a rape victim for you to address your own bad memories with abuse? Do want to stand up for the other women in your own life who are going through abuse? Do you want to stop abuse from happening when your own mother, father, brother or sister is dishing it out to another woman?

Do you really want a specific day to remind you of your womanhood? What about the other days?

What do you really want, woman? What makes you think you are entitled to certain privileges because of your gender? Entitlement… that was not the reason these concessions were made. They were meant to give you a foothold when you started climbing.

Do you want to be your own hero? Or do you feel entitled to having some knight come save you?

Happy Women’s Day.

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Word of the Week #87:

NemeSis: 

Triumph

Luca completed 30 days in my house today.

For the past 30 days, I have been taking him out to relieve himself. But, our boy thinks that the mats inside our house are better spots for that. So, once he feels the force, he starts crying and begs me to take him back indoors so he can find release.

Even indoors, he is convinced that touching the potty training mat is enough and there is no need to aim so that the liquid projectiles land somewhere on the super-absorbent mat.

Today, two things happened.

  1. I took Luca outdoors thrice. He relieved himself outdoors thrice.
  2. Out of three liquid projectiles, two landed in the dead centre of the mat, one on the border.

If this is not a major victory, I don’t know what is.

Word of the Week #86:

Caesura

Poetry… Who doesn’t enjoy that, right?

Well, I suppose some could say the same about tea, or beer, and I happen to hate them both, so who can say.

Regardless, we must not digress.

You see, I have always been one who enjoyed a good verse. I am more old-school with my tastes, though, most familiar with the names Shelley, Keats, Wordsworth, and above all, Frost. Contemporary poetry, however, seemed rather alien to me.

From the outset, it appears somewhat formless. It is not bound by any conventional lyric meters or rhyme schemes. Now, I’m not a purist, but playing with no rules whatsoever seems like cheating.

However, over the course of this year, my opinion has changed, and after having spent the past weekend almost entirely dedicated to Spoken Word poetry, I have finally begun to get the hang of it.

You see, traditional poetry is like a fragrant mist. It will envelop and entrance you. Spoken word, however, is quite different. It is simple, stark, and unconstrained.

It is actually quite like an axe—hits hard and cuts deep. It is not a chisel that delicately shapes the world around us. Instead, it is better equipped at chopping away at the flaws.

Spoken word is not cheating. Instead, it is a different game altogether.

And, like with most games, I have no interest in staying a mere spectator for too long. I am here to play.


PS: All sportsmen will tell you that there was one moment towards the beginning, one flash of brilliance, that made them fall in love with the game. For me, that came as a line I heard this past Sunday:

Liars will say that they are artists.
Ironically, they are not lying.

Aditya Mankad, Pseudologia Fantastica

Word of the Week #85:

Revelry

Just this Sunday, my sister and I were sitting in a cab. I was looking out the window, as we whizzed past the flashing lights.

“I have a meeting till 5PM on Thursday,” she suddenly announce. “I don’t think I will be able to make lunch.”

“Huh? Okay,” was all I could elicit, at the moment, not sure what to do with this little piece of information.

It is not like her to make small talk, after all, nor is she known to volunteer information for no good reason.

Also, considering her schedule, it was almost always impossible for her to have lunch at home on a weekday, and I could not see why she would feel the need to specify it, that too days in advance.

I stared at her for another few seconds, before either of us could spoke again, and I was so wrapped in my thoughts that I do not remember even a word of what followed.

What I do remember is the sensation when, after an entire minute of befuddlement, realisation finally dawned on me: Thursday also happens to be my birthday.

It may seem odd to some, but to me birthdays do not seem like a big deal… Especially when we are talking about my own. If it is someone else’s, I would still love to make a big fuss for their sake. That is still fun.

But, you see, I have already seen enough birthdays. Their novelty has already faded. Now, it is no longer a day I look forward to for the weeks, or even days, that precede it. Moreover, I have not even been able to spend it with the entirety of my family, for the past two years. That rather dampens the effect.

Now, I do not say that I will not celebrate. It has been a good year, and all good things deserve a celebration, right?

But, more than Thursday, I am looking forward to Wednesday night. On 15th of November, 2017, we commemorate the third anniversary of the completion of the first draft of Arrkaya: Origins, after a marathon writing session that lasted 46 hours and ended only because the manuscript was complete. It is the time to remember one of the finest day in my short lifetime, and I could not be more proud.

So, the party does not start at midnight. No, it shall start at 10PM. Just as it did, three years ago…

This week should be fun.

Word of the Week #83:

Cataclysm

Who likes change? I don’t.

What is there to even like?

Let alone the big stuff, I struggle to even tolerate small changes in the weather. The very thought of buying a new phone or laptop or vehicle is enough to make me hyperventilate.

Of course, I have no money and cannot afford any of those things, but that is beside the point…

Now, we did talk a few weeks back about the changes a person undergoes, in order to reach greater heights, and that is obviously a different thing altogether. I don’t exactly love it, but I do understand and appreciate it.

However, there are certain changes that seem far less benign, and I count myself lucky for never having had to endure any of them. Now, I am still only thinking about things like switching schools or relocating, both of which appeared at the horizon at certain points in my childhood, and we somehow managed to evade both these looming disasters.

These days, however, I am living my life a little beyond my comfort zone, and experiencing these changes, albeit second-hand.

And, of course, my life is still enviably comfortable, so…

Nonetheless, a new chapter has begun. Our brave protagonist finds himself stripped from the warmth of his childhood home, into a mysterious land filled with unspeakable horrors.

Let us see how his story pans out.

Stay tuned for more…


PS: You see, ‘unspeakable’ because, well, cats cannot speak.

Word of the Week #41:

Eerie

Okay, before we begin, I must warn you that this post is a direct reaction to the recent Sherlock episode, The Lying Detective, so if you haven’t watched it yet, well, stop reading this and go watch it.

Really, I am serious.

The post contains major, I repeat, MAJOR, spoilers…

You have been warned… Continue reading Word of the Week #41:

Word of the Week #35: [Guest Post]

Masculinism

TheNemeSis: 

Being brought up in a household with more women than men, later going to a girls’ school for 11 years, having the strongest person I have ever known (my grandmother) as my role model while growing up, and always having had an ultra strong Father to look up to, I never thought strength had anything to do with the allosome.

Continue reading Word of the Week #35: [Guest Post]