Give me red

Peeping in those smoky streets of the city where the life is said to begin at night under the red light, where alcohol is the only liquid permitted and where the word ‘sex’ doesn’t make you turn your eyes away, has always been on my list of dark temptations on some number 3 or 4. Though I haven’t seen the picture too closely but it surely has some promising entertainment. I guess may be that’s why our Bollywood movies can’t resist repeatedly using the same idea of brothels, what else!! Dumping behind the logic of good and bad, the red life cajoles me to unveil it shamelessly and to drape oneself in the same. Taking a clue from the movies, I can fancy ladies who have overdone their styling and one of them steps ahead with a peculiar glistening shade of crimson red covering her lips, a crisp language dipped in a hot seductive tone that collectively causes all men’s reproductive elements to collapse in a moment. Though a GOOD girl is tabooed to enter even the outskirts of the red canopy, still my wild side dominates the good. I want to spend such a night life, if am not interpreted the wrong way. I have a keen desire to interview the club of flamboyant yet poised SHES and learn from them the art of bewitching the HES so that I can always be sure of him. I may be mean but I will definitely be pleasant. After having imagined so much about the secret untouched corners of life, I sit in disappointment because even my man can’t make this happen and men are definitely powerful!! (Chuckling). As I earlier said, am not too curious to know about the hows and whens. If I had to choose between the two attributes i.e. chaste or taste then I am quite sure of the answer. These ladies may not deserve respectable adjectives from where the society looks at them but they are definitely bold. But as usual, one question will always question my wit that is “DOES FORTUNE REALLY FAVORS THE BOLD?”

Your heart or ours?

Ambience within the house maintained a perfect pH balance when I noticed an acute acidic inclination as soon as I turned 22. Ladies in the house adopted a unique mode of communication-whispers. Before I could have figured out the reason behind this weird and suspicious behavior of the 35+ gang, they gave me the blueprint of the plan and soon I was showcased in a peculiar art gallery where different breeds of men examined me, be it the way I walk or the way I talk. The procedure was very conventionally followed and finished. I walked in with a tray full of Samosas and chutni etc which were bought from the old Dhaniram’s shop at the square but the credit always landed in my hands. Solacing my little innocent heart which had no idea about the match making festival being celebrated in the house, I tried numbering the trail of questions hitting my head bang bang!!! I remember my mother congratulating my elder brother on his 22^nd birthday as “you are a big MAN now”. My conjecture after hearing and silently repeating the phrase in my mind is that the word MAN in our society (the typical Indian society is what I would like to mention) is quite enough to represent adjectives like Brave, Hard working, Powerful and moreover DOMINATING. After analyzing the events more closely I am compelled to doubt the justice of nature that boys grow powerful with time and girls grow weaker or at least the SOCIETY thinks so. Family then makes an imperious set of final statements about the marriage things ending into a luring male dominating party where the bride is the only one who is prohibited to dance on her own wedding day and feels intruded. From the time when she is wooed by the metallic luster of jewelry to sign the bond till the time she enters his new possessions list, she follows their heart. She is deprived of her right to cross examine her MAN whether he can walk and talk equally well. The word rejection lies in her dictionary only if she is the one who is rejected. Why doesn’t this society realize that though the outer appearance of a woman may reflect a certain amount of weakness but her soul remains the same and as powerful as her MAN’S? She has the right to reject and refute. She has the right to choose and again reject. Why the norms of the society are still made for male convenience? Why isn’t she allowed to follow her heart and moreover one question is almost impossible to answer, WHO IS THE SOCIETY AND WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? 

Commitment without marriage-he says

Commitment without marriage??

Commitment sounds like any other word from an old pocket dictionary but often causes one to sweat even on the coldest day of winter. He liked me although he did not love me. I loved him and I liked him. He said that he loves freedom then where did I read that love is freedom? Men want to exercise their natural assets on women without marriage but with commitment, is that the whole idea about?  Preposterous and outrageous. He says I want to get along with you but I can’t marry you. Get along with my similar assets or get along with my feelings? He decides it for us because am in love with him and he just likes me. Once am laid and once my assets are shared between us, I become futile. He says we are partners until we get married to different persons. Is he not trying to convince and entice me to satisfy his manly needs until someone else takes upon the charge? This is commitment without marriage. Commitment to hurt me and then say –“I didn’t ditch you, cuzz I had already told you”. Would this mitigate the consequences of THE commitment on me? Am a woman and I should understand. He tells me that I am an emotional fool. He might be just right because he has proved it. He tells me that his family is not easy with our relationship. Is he not hiding behind the unquestionable opaque veil? Today for the first time I have been given the opportunity to dominate because what I see is a feeble MAN who is by all means trying to solicit his false love and who wants me to forgive him? Leaving me in the middle of a maelstrom, he slides away from the sides. He tells me to be reasonable and practical. Shouldn’t I be reasonable about the breakup? Wasn’t I practical when I fulfilled his lasciviousness? He leaves me in the lurch and lulls me. Now am interrogatory because earlier I was intimidated. He asks me to live the same way as I used to. Is he not asking me to die in chunks? Is he not asking me to stop hurling questions at him and to become cold? Men never understand that commitment means life and life is one. He tells me to move on. Is it not a cliché? Can I someday conjure him to love me for once and then forever? Commitment without marriage: he did the dirty on me. Any of you who are suggested this way: BEWARE. Someone’s playing dirty.