Wednesday 16 July 2014

If I Were A Boy*

Well, today I do not have fancy poetic alliterations and other poetic devices to let you know what I feel. Because today what I want to say is outright so that it reaches you, and you can't say, "It was too poetic that is why I couldn't understand!" So here it goes.

After having severe pains in my back, so much that I can't feel my legs right now, I feel like cutting them off, (no exaggeration), after puking multiple times because of this pain, all I get to hear from my mother and other people whom I shared my bad times with, is one phrase.

"It will pass. Girls are born to take pains. You are exaggerating."

Whereas on the other hand if a guy complains about a headache, he will get all the attention in the world coz, "Mard ko dard nahi hota." And if its happening its genuine pain!
 
Yes, I am pouring blood, bearing pains, I feel handicapped, because, yes, I am born to bear it, putting up a smile and saying, "Yeah! Its that time again when I get to feel like a woman!" I mean lets face it, isn't being a woman or a girl shittier enough? So it came to my mind, how really nice it would be if I were a boy, with every empathy to that of a woman! Yes, Beyonce inspired me for this! 

If I were a boy, I would seriously stop blaming women for mood swings, because it is not PMS that screws us up, but it is the discomfort and unbearable pain that makes us cranky,and then of course stupid behavior of all men!

If I were a boy, I would actually understand that Yes, Pyaar ka Punchnama does show the truth, but their is a whole inverse world out their which the hysterical PMSing director hasn't shown you yet.

If I were a boy, I would actually make any one wait for ages and pretend to be cool. Whether its a 'Wassup' text from your best friend, a basic Hello from your boyfriend, or just anything else, lets say, waiting and searching for a washroom when you're on a road trip, and you need to pee so bad that you can generate Niagra falls then and there. Whereas guys can just easily stop a car and do their thing and say, "Babbar sher washroom nahi jaate!"

If I were a boy, I would dump every chick and stare down at someone's booty and then try to make that girl mine. Come on girls just love to get dumped and been clinging upon.

I would just hang around late at night, and never get questioned as to where I am going? When will I be back? I could just shower all my frustration on my lady, coz come on, she is born to bear anger and have patience in the best possible way, see what is wrong and remain numb.

I could just make lame cheesy jokes on every woman possible, and become a comedian. A successful one I should say! Coz come on we are the only people who nags, gossips, whine and get angry. Men do not have something called anger. They are the coolest people ever. (And that makes me say WTF!)

I would just stare at any girl's assets even if she is fully covered, coz come on, its cool and manly! And who cares whether the girl is uncomfortable?

I would just do anything and be cool! But still! 
ITS OUR FAULT! 

WE nag. WE complain. WE do dramas. WE irritate. WE are moody. 

YES ITS OUR FAULT. But the fact, we can do without you. But you Men can't!!

*Not that I am a feminist, I love, laugh, and love settlement, but these are the facts.



Thursday 3 July 2014

BEING COMPLICATED

She saw her hands bleeding.
There were thorns of every possible heartbreak on her hand.
Sitting on the corner chair, her hands bled.
Dripping drop by drop, and then now gushing out.
Her eyes lost, in every mistake and every contradiction it had to follow.
Every thing she did, and yet which is to be undone.
She realized, the test of time never stopped.
She realized that she was tired of all the disbelief in her.
She was tired of waiting for someone to say,
"I am proud of being with me."
She was tired of not hearing, "I am proud of you to be my daughter."
She was tired of not being ignored by him.

She never complained.
She took care of her elder sister like her parents told her to.
Forgot her entire life that she too had desires.
She gave up her entire life being a role model.
For friends, for cousins, for every human possible.
She was that girl, who scored well, behaved well.
Never dreamed.

But one day she started dreaming.
He made her dream.
He made her realize that she is something.
She is unique.
She tried giving her all to him.
Her sleepless nights, her every share of feelings.
Her timid times to the tidy tornadoes.
She made him a part of her everything.

One sight of his wasn't enough for her.
So she didn't think twice on the thought of seeing him again.
She tempted the smell of his skin.
She tempted that face of his.
She wanted that myriad of happiness on his first touch.
But it was way too Complicated.

Now she lies, with that very hand bleeding.
As she thought someone thought on her perspective.
Someone just thought that it was tough being her.
Her eyes still lost as I see it.
Her eyes talking about the,
Complication which she gave and had in life.
Her identity being COMPLICATED.