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Deify-Damn-Dissent

… the thunderous hard consonant, ‘D’, thumps rhythmic and loud, when you articulate it loud and clear. It’s a happy sound of cheering onwards, or it can lend ominous overtones in either- while tom-tomming agenda-driven blather, or the verbiage that accompanies witch-hunts! So what are these sounds d-d-d-doing here? A bit or a lot of… well, read on and somewhere in the ramble you might discover it, even if I have failed to convey it! Typical post, here, in other words 😀

After years of instructions on how to flow with the community and make sure one conforms, given that that is how I had been brought up, no matter what, I decided it was time to lend a helping hand to the rebel within. And many without.

Deify-ing vs Defy-ing. What a danged difference an “i” makes. We clamp down heavily on those who defy, and we adore those who deify. To what result? Most times when defiance ought to be considered, and examined, as to the reasons why, we tend to invert, and revert to the time-honoured maxim “Thou shalt do, and not ask why!” It must have been a couple of years ago, that it finally dawned upon me, that the more one makes the young listen and “obey”, no questions asked, the more one is training them to be the fall guy and accept any kind of authority, especially the toxic kind. So, in later years, when one is in an oppressive situation, and one ought to defy and disagree, the default mode is so ingrained, that even in cases of assault, sexual assault, to be precise, the focus turns inward, instead of being directed where it ought to go, and one blames oneself for what happened.

Grown-ups know best is no longer the norm, in my opinion. So, while discussing randomly, off topic, as usual, in a senior class, I happened to mention that it was okay to disagree, and to say NO, if they wanted to. The response to that was bewilderment, and confusion. Not surprising at all! I mean we’re always telling them they have to listen to the “elders”, and that grown ups know best, and here was this teacher telling them that it was okay to say NO. Impressing upon a youngster that dissent is important has to be done. And it is best that it comes from a non judgemental source. (To be continued in another post, hopefully)

 

4/5 Sept, 2018 (Serendipity)-4Feb, 2019, for Day#17 of #SeptemberMusings

TripawChangu giving a damn, right here. Kind of the best peg to hang this post 😀 

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My Muse

A-muse-d She may be

Each day, when I so

Desperately seek her out.

She smiles, at the nick of time.

Graciously lets me swagger

(in the belief I masterminded them)

In the surfeit of words she shares.

She brings Magic, she does.

Even I, in my arrogance,

Must admit.

The kind that stretches

Beyond imagination;

Past spells cast to

Invoke, evoke, rebuke, choke…

She stays, companionably,

Inclining her sagacious head

Watching me chisel and hone a notion.

I might not acknowledge her,

Yet she lingers, a sheen in her gentle eyes

That you could mistake for moisture.

Happy? Pride? The ramble

Exceeds expectation?

Maybe the cold shoulder I give

Could be it, too.

How she waits, so patient…

But the walls are up

And the gates are locked…

Till that desperate cry, for help

Leaks out, faintly.

She fixes her smile,

Waits upon the whims

And allows the rambler

To think she, herself, is the Muse.

(13 April, 2018, Day#13 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018)

(Repost- here the earlier posting of this, with beautiful comments by Gulshan and Govind – LINK)

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Serendipitous, nothing less, that the word Muse was chosen for today. However, she’s iffy today 🤗 All she gave me, was a reminder, in the form of this verse, from three years back, to the date!

The art, thankfully, is fresh! ☺️😀

13 April, 2021, Day#13 #Napowrimo 2021


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Continuum

To take up where you left off…

A beginning, of an end, or an end of a beginning…. If only, you wish, if only time would expand, grow, dim, re-size itself, to the volume and intensity of your feeling, your thoughts, your trauma, and most especially, joy!

If we could grow into our thoughts and our yearning and live to the utter humaneness, quite,quite bare of the social layers, slathered on (in hopes of replicating stereotypes?)…

Stand out. Stand along. Stand for yourself.

02 February, 2017 (sourced from that little book  🙂 ) Day#4 of September Musings! (<100 words!)received_246327922693605.png


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Big on Hope…

…be it something with feathers, perching upon my Dickens of a soul, or a dangerous thing, as famously opined in a famous movie, where Hope won! 😛

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That, up there, is page out of this little book where I’ve scribbled, randomly, words, strung on sudden thoughts, pooling them here, before they disappeared. The book itself is a gift from a darling lass, whose daughter is yet another grandottie, in addition of my N-Dotties 🙂 This one’s Advaita, whose mom gave me this lovely little book with handmade pages and a charming inscription at the back. It begged me to put my heart down there, in words, if I could, ever. I know that the words in these pages are the closest to honesty about myself I’ll get, and since I’m venturing more, out of my comfort zone, these days, I thought, heck! this is a month to muse, for Musings, and what better than to pick this one up and share a few tidbits from here 🙂

That book. 🙂 Thank you Sneha and Rajesh!

I wrote to me, thus. (On 4th of October, two years ago. It was a great year, with the uppest of ups and downest of downs 🙂 )


Life isn’t all you want, but it is all you have’; so have it”

Is that fatalistic? To think like that? A universe of compromise lurks beneath that innocuous, preachy line. And, yet again, it makes me wonder! Duh 😛 , obviously!

Looking, peering really, into that which is unsaid, a haze, it would seem, of possibilities. I am struck by this one – how it lends a sorst of peace, from the things you fight, rebel against, in life. There are always things that are going to be “bad” for you – people, toxic relationships, closed doors, windows that are stuck, a claustrophobic situation you simply cannot escape. What if you simply let it be?

What if? Depends, of course!

A world of experiences tell me how often I’ve found myself in that very rut. Accept. Accept. Accept. 

Accept.

Because you can’t change anything. Because it is meaninglless to change it. Because it is easier to let it be. 

Emotional exhaustion is more debilitating than its physical counterpart. Most times life is about what you let go, and what you keep. Keep after, too 🙂 No magic formulas exist to help decide, but you muddle through, find what it takes, make a few (several? 😛 ) mistakes and simply carry on. 

You decide you’d like to “have” life. On your terms. 

Good for you!

5th period, XI F, 4th October, 2016″


Ruchi, (she has invited us for a month long blogging challenge 🙂 )my musing is getting quirkier, I know, but the one thing that I am glad about, is that I am musing, even it if means getting confessional 😛

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Longer-Shorter-Here~er-September!

If you’re flummoxed by the title (well actually, I guess you are, most of the time, with titles here 😛 ), you’ll be debriefed soon, when you see the matching-matching nonsensical limerick to follow 🙂

Ruchi, Worcoiner, her blog avatar says, invited us to join her in September Musings, and the eager-beaver-procrastinator that I am, I jumped in with both feet (in my mouth I now realize 😀 ) and whole self in. I wrote on 1st September, but could not post it, so here it is:

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Neat, na? How I did that? Heheheheee….

Alrighty, here goes that limerick. (Thanks To Gulshan, a constant here, for the motivation to being her-way 😀 ), offering #1 @September Musings – I love how whether or not there’s a muse doesn’t really affect them Musings! Who knows, I might just muse enough 🙂

Longer-Shorter-Here~er-September 🙂

Thirty days has September

Feels kinda longer

At least in the head

Which, with much work, is fed

And hours, in them days, be shorter!


Comprende, Amigos? 😀

1 September, 2018, Day#1@September Musings

Thank you Ruchi!

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