Double Standards - Soak No More.

She doesn't want a man, she wants to remain free,

Why don't we respect her decision and let her be?

Being a bachelor is "cool" , stereo-typically a chilled out, laidback guy,

But when it comes to being a spinster, we frown, WHY?

Unmarried guy, living with his parents, 30 years, he had no job,

A few eyebrows are raised, but that's all!

Unmarried female and the gossip mills start to churn,

Despite the fact that she works her butt off, helps her parents and earns.

Social institutions or restraints?

Life guides or bonded chains?

Choice is a choice, his or hers.

Unless you accept it, you just promote the belief that being a female is a curse!

Look at everyone with eyes wide open and clear,

Whether or not, to you, they are dear.

Soak No More!

This is my entry for the 'Soak No More' contest on Indiblogger. For me, when I first read those words, I thought of all those crappy things I'd like to banish once and for all (and no, I mean it, in a non fake politician-y kind of way :P), and this is one of things I felt was pertaining to the topic from my perspective :]

XoXo,

Ni.

A Lot Of Fun In The Sun!

Beneath the golden sun, and the beautiful blue sky,

Basking in warmth, under this umbrella, I lie.

Families playing tag, and children build a sand castle.

I lay on the mat carefree, as skin care is no longer a hassle!

Slathering the sun expert, smoothing it over my exposed skin,

I sip a cool martini and step out from the shade, from now on, no worrying!

Kyra and me, we beat the summer sun, hang around in shorts, chill out and have fun.

We go swimming and diving, even in the hotel pool, 

No longer afraid of sun damage, we try out everything that seems cool!

Sun burns and skin damage, things of  the past.

We wear Lakme Sun Expert and enjoy as it lasts.

We go on long bike rides, show off our pretty tans,

We enjoy at night too, clinking cold cans.

Let's play in the park, go for a trek,

Let's do all the fun things we have always wanted, now that our skin won't be wrecked!

Wear chappals and roam carefree without ugly tan lines,

Now that we have Lakme, no need to apply bowls of curd or limes!

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We take morning strolls, lie our backs against the dewy green grass, Kyra and me.

We go swimming and splash water on others, jumping from the diving board.

Shorts and tees, the smell of rich,ripe mangoes everywhere, IPL and vacation, you can literally feel your spirit soar!

Ice lollies and chilled cans, a faint beat pulses in the air, like an indistinct buzzing in our ears that declares,

SUMMER IS HERE!

We wear the clothes we want, not shying from the sun, we go everywhere we want, frolicking and having fun =D

My post for The Lakme Diva Blogger Contest! Check out their Facebook Page [http://www.facebook.com/ilovelakme]

XoXo,

Ni.

Daughters Aren't Evil.

Just out of her mother's womb, You kill the poor soul, bury her under a tomb.

"She's a girl", you say, of what use can she be? "Let's try for a son now, shall we?".

For 9 months, she carried her princess, you snatch the gift and destroy it within no time.

You don't understand her pain, how would you, unless you accept females are not all dirt and slime.

"You will soon have a baby girl" the doctor said, your wife squealed in glee! Putting on a fake smile, you acted happy, whereas inside you were as seething as can be.

* Of what use is a girl child? What would she give us in return?

She'll get married and go away, after we paid for all these years of fun?

I want a male boy, a heir I can trust my everything with,

The Gods will punish me for this? Ha! That's just a myth.

* I wake up, dazed and lost, what am I doing on this bed?

Why is every part of me aching? The last thing I remember, is what the doctors said.
My kidney was weak, and they wanted to check,
I never knew, my life they'd wreck.
They drugged me and cheated me, severing the life growing within.
How,how do I convince them that a girl child is not a sin?

Foeticide, infanticide, aside from dowry and rape.
So many social evils. How much can a woman take?

Women empowerment, women education, the people all demand.
No one cares enough to look for these people, to punish the guilty, to first solve the issues at hand.

 

[ This was a poem written on female foeticide and infanticide given to me by a blogger on the IndiBlogger forum. If you are a member of IndiBlogger, look for Challenge for Blog in the forum to receive and give challenges! ]

XoXo,
Ni.