Monday, 17 October 2016

Spoken Word #3 I can say no, you know?

You expect me to feel exclusive, 
but also expect me to be available,
when you do that winking thing with the telephonic gesture with your 
pinky and thumb,
 sticking out of your closed palm, 
like you'd expect my phone to light up when you call it.

Except you won't. 

Because you don't realise that I've probably given you a wrong number.

All you see is that I'm alone: 
I'm not with a guy who looks like my boyfriend. 
I'm not with a girl who seems like my girlfriend.  
You don't accept that I'm not interested. 
Except you don't accept that even if I'm single,
 I can be ready to not mingle.
Except you don't accept that I have a choice in who I talk to,
except that you don't accept that you're not on that list. 
Except that you see my eye-roll as an invitation
 of playing hard to get, and not exasperation.

Except that you don't accept that you're wrong, 
and that I have the right over my body,
and that I have expression.
I have the ability to say no,
and have assertiveness,
and sternness,
and can pack you a punch with just my words; 
They're are enough to keep me going 
because the others will hear me saying,
And they'll look at you and force you to walk your walk of shame.


Until one day you miscalculate;
You think you're the one humiliated.
You think its time to seek revenge.
So you think stupid thoughts and
you do stupid things:
You buy a bottle of acid,
and attempt to throw it at my face.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

The city is a weird place.

Thousands of people, whichever gender they may be, are on a daily basis forced into relationships and marriage due to this blackmailing exercise. 

WOOHOO! I know, I know; I'm posting after a really long time. Sorry!
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Monday, 3 October 2016

Spoken Word #2 Self Labelled Feminist

Words of Caution: The term "Lady's man" has various spellings and meanings, here being used in the negative sense that the world does subject men, who are prone to female (or male) attention, to. Through this poem, I in no means attempt to sabotage the view on women, or say that all humans who wear make up wear it for other people's attention. There are lots of people who apply make up because it makes them happy, or they it as art. You people, rock. But this poem is specifically about girls/women who attempt to wear makeup to gather the attention of the "Lady's man".
Hope you enjoy.

My question, is to Mr. Lady's man;
Yes sir, you, the one sitting between the girls'
in black and white from left to right,

Tell me, Mr. Lady's man,
Do you feel comfortable where you're sitting?
Are you sure?
Oh yes, of course you're comfortable;
You're sitting next to your "fans".

Now, Mr. Lady's man,
be a gentle soul,
Ask the girls' around you whether
THEY are comfortable.

Oh behold the truth! How can they be? 
Considering they got expensive, fake, spray tanned legs,
to catch the eye of what they call you;
you, the lady's man.

So now, Mr. Lady's man,
being the self labelled feminist that you are,
do your duty,
sit them down, 
(But don't be gross, sit them down decently,
not like food on a five star restaurant plate).

Sit them down and tell them that you love the colour of their eyes,
not the flaky mascara around it;
That you love their curly hair peeping 
out of the blow-dry ever so subtly 
and that you love that black spot on this one's face, 
the same exact one 
she tried so hard, but failed, to cover well.

Because let me tell you, Mr. Lady's man, you MAY not like make up on our faces,
but you certainly don't complain 
when you get your way
as we wear our flaky mascara 
to catch the eye of what they call you;
the lady's man.

- For being so done with societal norms

P.S My blog's 2nd birthday is on the 18th of October, and it would be fantastic if you could share the link to my work to your friends, family and colleagues.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand