Saturday, January 26, 2013

Cruel Intentions


I don't know what’s considered a worse crime: Being a woman or Being an Indian... Being an Indian woman living in India and OUTRAGED feels just about fit right now >-/   Then again I haven’t been to Somalia or Uganda yet.

Cruel Intentions is not restricted JUST to the cesspool that the 6 rapists of the Delhi gang-rape case represent. It represents the very proud, toilet minded, misogynistic Indian mentality. I have evasively followed the going-ons of the situation since that fateful day when these 6 samples brutalized not just a young soul and a nimble body, but the very spirit and strength of every girl child in India and her poor parents and family who now look at her like a fragile piece of China, mine included. It’s almost like the Polo ad tagline “Mint with a hole” except the proud Indian penis-mentality is targeted at “Flesh with a hole” (pardon the graphic nature of the statement).

I love criminal psychology. I honestly and innocently believed that there was a niche population of such brutes. I was wrong. The vast majority seem to outlaw and outnumber the decent kind. If I were to just venture out of my house at an odd hour, that is a 99.99% guaranteed recipe for rape, molestation or murder. Such is the state of my country and maybe the world. Why isn’t there a demarcation between man and animal? Even animals, save for the rumor about dolphins, do not indulge in such heinous behavior. They are gentler, fierce and respect boundaries. The brutes I am referring to seem to think of boundary as an imaginary chalk and cheese line. I still wonder what goes through the mind of an adult brutalizing a child or even an infant in some cases. How does science explain the arousal and the need to consummate with a small bundle of innocence? Is it just the human feeling or are there really a bunch of mismatched wires in their heads. Is it the patriarchal society and the secretive yet powerful matriarchal influence? Does she allow and abet the rape and molestation of other female family members out of revenge and grievance for what happened possibly to her or just plain inhuman rage. Gentlemanly demeanor and pure unorchestrated chivalry is such a rarity; it almost takes me by surprise.
Either way what’s going on is despicable. I have also loved and hated. But in my hate and loathing there have been limits. I draw the line for homicidal tendencies in my fantasy world up there *points to the head*. But I have never ever executed or even imagined the actual execution of a crime or brutality of it. Just the very thought makes me wanna take a shower to sterilize my soul. Following the Delhi rape case I was shocked that there was even a debate. Helllooo? Woohoo…? Clap clap WAKE UP. This ain’t no debate you nincompoop dickheaded inconsiderates. This is all out wrong. Why hasn’t justice yet not been served? Why is there a definition for such ghastly crimes and degrees assigned to it based on which the accused is punished. There is no temporary insanity plea here – I beg to butcher someone who pleads otherwise. These acts are calculated and pure lust indulgence. A need to overpower rather than just ‘do it’. I want to ask the very smart and opinionated politicians and pseudo public figures if they would stand by their very intelligent quotes and thoughts had one of their own family members been at the receiving end of such ‘events’.  True that many would ‘honor’ family name and sign off on it with “aisa hota hai”. I am ashamed to admit that’s what happens here in mass proportions; almost like a by law or a family tradition. Fathers and brothers ‘teaching lessons’ through the act of violation; in-laws treating daughter-in-laws like legally acquired fully time whores and friends betraying trusts or exacting revenge in groups and making video clips like they are freaking Speilberg.

What’s worse here is not the crime or the victim here. It’s the LACK OF FEAR AND DISREGARD FOR THE LAW. There is no boundary or red line. Our system is so flawed, it almost allows provisions to those who rape, pillage, plunder and murder. The Middle East and Pakistan and Afghanistan and any-istans cannot be labeled the new destinations for all Dawoods. India is the new haven. They all make visits here, do their business and walk out through the appropriate red and green channels. In the week that Nirbhaya was battling for her life and the country against the ghastly judiciary, there were 20+ reported cases of rapes, some similar to Nirbhaya, in the same week. These are just the reported ones. Need I say more! The revised judiciary examines rape with a cracked magnifying glass. There are categories such as: rape+death; gang rape; rape according to age; rape and its outcome; rape by who and how many; rape or ‘simply’ molestation and assault etc. I want to laugh out loud. Laugh and then break something.

Should I have a daughter? Yes I will. Should I be afraid? Hell yeah I will be very afraid. Will I have assurance, security and support as a sister, daughter, mother, wife, girlfriend etc? Of that there is no guarantee. Will they break me? NO. Will being overly cautious, looking over my shoulder, being suspicious and confining myself and my choices forever be the right way to go? Who knows maybe; but it sure as shit won’t be a human life. Will I listen to and obey a man? I will listen to him and hear him out, if he does likewise. Do I believe in the sanctity of any relationship or faith? I will if that relationship is honored in the way that it treats me as an equal and not a weak WOMAN. Will people aid and help strangers? It’s hard to answer.

Mera Bharat mahaan. Mera ‘Tharki’ Bharat mahaan!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVVtO-ctuc4

Friday, January 25, 2013

One Last deTour

“Don’t you worry, don’t you worry child… See heaven’s got a plan for you. Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now”

They came, they raved, they left. Swedish House Mafia that is. One sweet sunny noon on 22 Jan 2013, I gave 2 hoots about the day, took off from work, spared the urge to check my BB, dug into my almost shallow savings and RAVED at the Sunburn Arena , Mahalaxmi Race Course. I had a good friend Banguela for company. Ironic as his apelido means ‘old man’. He was anything but an old hobbit for a 1st timer both as an SHM fan and a concerter.
This was 1 event I ho-hummed my way to. I am an SHM fan… nah I’m an SHM junkie as much as I am an EDM, psychedelic trance and all pulse-rhythmic beats junkie. Hence, I was well aware that missing the concert would be a huge regret for me. I had attended many in the past mostly for the hype or cause of my ex-BF who was a huge metal and rock fan. This was purely for me. The passes had sold out faster than our IRCTC tickets aeons ago and I was getting poorer by the minute. I had the evilest sense of satisfaction when the 1st concert was canned due to the ‘untimely’ demise of the Sena Tiger. Somehow, I took it upon myself that Gods were giving me a 2nd chance to reconsider if I would go. And ‘go’ I did thanks to last minute passes which btw were not hard to get.

At the venue, other revelers begged for some nasty tweets from me. But thanks to the almost dear dying battery on my BB, I saved it for fighting with Banguela followed by some videos and pictures. Of course Mr. Samsung Galaxy just had to save the day. What I couldn’t see from my rather small frame, was made up on the screen of the ‘old man’s’ fone. The girls dressed in their best bare-minimum and the fellas were covered in smoke and confusion bordering on puberty and stupidity. I could tell most weren’t even followers of the music or must’ve heard a few tracks like revising the night before for an exam 1 must face.

The whole experience was exhilarating. It wasn’t exhausting and annoying like the previous concerts I had been to. It was well-worth every penny I spent and the experience was beyond me. An awesome view of the stage, the lights, the set-up, sound out-put and the overall crowd was balanced for me. The weather was perfect, the company was memorable, decent amount of spirit in my system (emotional and liquid) and I hoped the night wouldn’t end but, end it did. I didn’t care about anything. The music pulsated through the ground and it felt like a curtain of sound and waves had covered me. I had to constantly look around me to ensure I was still where I had started moving into a trance like state and more importantly I hadn’t lost banguela to the very un-still crowd. The SHM trio were interactive and kept us on our toes. The wholeWe love you Indiasignature was always a crowd puller and so was tugging at the emotional stringsYou waited for us and here we are.’ Hell yeah we waited and really appreciate that they didn’t diss us but actually fit us in to make up for the unnecessary cancellation, thanks to the Sena Tiger. Nik Chinapa should be commended for carrying and toasting this whole thing fwd. #Epicwin. I was intoxicated by everything that evening and kept wanting for more.


Now in a sober state and surrounding, I will also had a line or 2 of marvel at Suburn/Submerge/Percept’s organization of the event. Sure they must’ve incurred losses and darned sure they made up those losses from the massive sale of the very expensive passes. But the organization, venue and whole setup earned an overall ‘kuddos’. I was excited like a teenager for my wristband, which btw I haven’t taken off yet. Emotional attachment doesn’t beg for age or gender, please. I have been snooty ever since to those who missed it. I can imagine there was a time, almost 24hrs before the concert that I wouldn’t have made it and would have been at the receiving end of the snoot.

Currently I’m battling huge withdrawal symptoms fuelled by a constant rerun of the SHM songs on my poor ipod. Not to mention a frantic download of anything and every song that remotely sounded like an SHM mix. I really hope this is a temporary hiatus as they realize what an impact their ingeniously crafted and executed One Last Tour has done. It was near world domination, if 1 views their tour dates and the rate at which every venue sold out.
I will miss the strobe lights that made a spectacular play just above me and the pulsating warm ground beneath my dancing feet. I will miss the breathless crowd in front of me and the 1 that had me for the whole evening!