For the record, don't be a fool to endorse rock stars or any of that kind who publicly sing and epitomize depravity. They are not rebels. Actual rebels are rebels fighting for a cause. This is sheep in wolf's clothing parading as rebels while they are actually either psychopathic or sociopathic or at least anti-social. If liberal society is celebration of people like Marilyn Manson then I see only one difference when comparing it with a conservative society. Conservative society secretly celebrate misogyny and depravity by gas-lighting women and other victims. …
In the aftermath of Terrorist attacks in France, the debate once again rises whether Islam is a religion of extremism and terrorism. France condemned the attacks and called for curbing the radicalism in Islam. The Islamic world led by Turkey claims that Muslims are being victimized.
In my opinion, France’s response was quite natural. Islamic world could have dealt with the issue maturely. Turkey’s opposition to France has more to do with the geopolitical context than the victimhood of Muslims. …
November 3rd, 2020, election results have made a Democrat victory evident in American Elections. Joe Biden and his vice-presidential candidate, Kamala Harris have already started discussions about cabinet formation and future course of action in America. This election saw a record turnout of voters and Biden’s Democratic Party getting a higher number of votes than ever in history. This is a celebration of the American people’s belief in democracy. But does that mean that it is the celebration of the Democratic party or Biden? I honestly do not think so.
Fed up with the state of affairs here
No hope whatsoever happens around there
People are dying, starving to death, yet no care
All about religion is what they care
Yesterday’s criminals have become today’s rulers
Punishing the reformers for their action layers
Champions of social justice paraded as minority appeasers
Communal polarisers and riot mongers the new lovers
Hate to see my family getting killed I swear
To fight or to escape, deep in thoughts a world’s weight I bear
For my family is beyond my caste, it's beyond gender or sex, I hear
Every assault on their back is mine to…
Recently, I came across a right-wing supporter who reprimanded me for saying, ‘I hate BJP’. Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) is the ruling party of India. It is the political wing of the social organization Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS).
I could see that I ruffled a few feathers of his resolve. He argued that BJP is different from RSS. I told him that how can it be any different from the latter as the formers die-hard members are BJP’s top office-bearers. In fact, the ruling BJP’s lion’s share of ministers belongs to RSS including the present dispensation’s Prime Minister, Vice President…
Hide, hide, why are you hiding behind the curtains
Come forward don’t drench yourself upon the trenches
Come out face the world, get hold of yourself
Choose to hide what you need but come out of your greed
Life and tide might be heavy on you, closet your desires
But please don’t hide your identity
Call out, rebel against the authority
That punishes for your liability
Hide, hide, don’t hide behind the curtains
Hide behind the bushes to strike back
When they expect you the slightest
Take a step back to jump with might
Be bold but be patient for…
Prickly heat, sweaty pants, dehydration
The tropical summer near the equator
Sweat drops flowing through my skin
As if I took a shower just a second ago
The monsoon winds making
Winters dry and summers wet
The rarity of the conditions
Reflection of endemism in flora and fauna
Prickly heat, sweaty pants, the thirst
That knows not to drink or to eat
A great mix for the fungal heaven
Say hello! to skin infections if you are not dry
I envy the temperates saying,
‘Man, you are so cool!’ …
Once upon a time, there lived a shy and reserved boy. The 13-years-old boy’s family lived in a town far away from their village. He found it hard to mingle due to his inherent shyness with both boys and girls. As the lonely days went by, hormones made his adolescent life painful.
One night he dreamed of himself as a girl. He had long braided hair with Jasmine flowers pinned on his it. He was wearing a green sari with a golden border. The beautiful ‘girl’ was traveling somewhere with ‘her’ family. The dream disturbed him.
It was a simple…
‘Hey boy! come here’, they called
‘sit here,’ they commanded, domineering
Why did they call me a boy? I wondered.
Is it because of my short hair?
‘Hey, girl! don’t play football,’ they commanded
‘Hey, girl! you are a girl, not a boy!’
How did I become a girl?
Is it because of my long hair?
I saw a long-haired ‘girl’ walking,
‘Hello ma’am’, I said.
‘Excuse me boy I am a man’, she said
‘But hey it’s fine, you are such a cutie’
Stereotypes, high in vibes, blurred lines
My hair grows, her hair grows
I am forced to cut it…
Imagine a 14-year-old boy traveling in a crowded bus. He was standing as there was no seat. The roads are not smooth. The crevices and potholes making the journey jittery.
He had stomach related problems since he was a toddler. The milk he had before the journey was making him wobbly. He was struggling to balance his physical weakness and the discomfort of the journey.
He felt a hand caressing his genitals. The boy felt anxious. He didn’t know what was going on. It continued for 10 minutes after which the bus reached the destination. The hand clasped the boy’s…