Monday, 16 March 2015

So much for India's daughter


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It's been around two weeks since Leslee Udwin's documentary 'India's daughter' has been in the middle of controversial grounds (read: limelight). And ever since I've watched the documentary, I've harboured doubts in my mind about the sanctity of information in the video. There are already various allegations being made calling the documentary staged and accusing Jyoti's tutor to be fake. Honestly, he did seem a little off. Now of course you can't make a crude documentary on an International level and which is why you can't present the truth in its raw form, but references like "she wanted to watch Life of Pie instead of an action movie", really? I can't even begin over the ban on the documentary, so much for India's daughter!

No I didn't plan on ranting about what I didn't like in the documentary, I would rather express my distress over the picture it paints about Indian men and the way we think generally. Are we really those people who Leslee has very convincingly portrayed in the video? Lawyers from the capital of the country saying things like woman is a flower and man is a thorn? Indians are anyway portrayed in international media as backward, orthodox and well plain dumb. Now we have the rapist tag on our heads too. Splendid.

I am,admittedly, a first world feminist who gets to voice my opinions and concerns along with my grievances as opposed to those who face loads of problems in absence of the same luxury, I hope that doesn't make my concerns any less deserving of attention. No my concerns are not regarding the way men behave or society reacts, I worry about my sisters more than that. They are yet to understand their own worth. They are yet to realise that they may be damsels in distress but they do not need a knight in the shining armor, not anymore! No it's not blaming that I'm doing, just a little heartfelt advising. Let us keep company of people who deserve us and respect us for what we are. Let us be the wonderful person we have the potential to be irrespective of the men in our lives. Let us stop expecting prince charming to come fight the beast for us, let us be our own warriors. Our men have stood up for us, its our turn now. Let us not be resilient for the heck of it. Let us not be the 'perfect woman' we are expected to be, let us rather be the flawed wonderful ourselves.Let us do that much, that much for India's daughter! 

The lost struggle

In the whys and hows of everyday celebration
Is a lost struggle of a raw soul
To keep up with the lies and deceit
Aware of the consequences of a forfeit
The lost struggle continues, of the unembellished soul.

So much to grasp and react
So much to understand and defend
The distant soothing lullaby nearly brings him back home
But when the whys and hows are hounding
Where is the peace for the bewildered soul

His true nature remains unknown
Constant dilemma of deception and integrity is grown.
His longing only left to the self imposed bindings
Such is the state of the perplexed soul.

The cogent nature of the discomfort
Leaves him utterly nonplussed
Only maybe a little empathy, a generous smile, a gracious acceptance
is what is solicited by the affable soul.

Who knows, who understands
But so is the case
That in the whys and hows of everyday celebration

Is the lost struggle of a raw soul.