Friday, June 08, 2018
RIP Anthony
Wednesday, March 04, 2015
Bread Omelette
Sunday, January 18, 2015
The Imitation Game: How the Bullies from your High School transferred to your Government
Alan Turing's biopic, The Imitation Game brought back memories of lunches eaten in quiet corners of busy classrooms, being the only one in class nobody sat next to, being the only audience as the rest of the class played in PT, being termed 'unsocial' by teachers and 'psycho' by classmates, basically being the odd-one out for a better part of academic life.
Broadly speaking, Bullying, or Intimidation aims to humiliate an individual or group because of their 'perceived difference'. Aside from the fact that Turing was a genius, and socially awkward, the film primarily focuses on his feelings of persecution. A feeling that haunted him all through his life, the feeling of not belonging, of not being accepted in mainstream society, the very feeling that led to his untimely death.
As we leave high school, we believe the worst is behind us. That the world in front, the wonderful, positive world will finally treat us with the respect we deserve. That it won't look for every single chance to squash you like a bug. That you finally, will be a human being. That, you won't have to hide.
Surprise, surprise. The world, your new world, whether it be higher studies or your workplace, turns out to be exactly like your high school. Bullies everywhere. And if you are lucky to find someone like Joan Clarke who befriends you and guides you through your mistakes, you will be saved. At least, till the time the bullies don't find another reason to crucify you. Turing discovered the hard way that even though the War was over, his war wasn't.
And now, it wasn't just that he was socially awkward, it was something more: He was different. And isn't being different what bullies pick on? Doesn't it perplex you just a little that the stout kid who used to give you a wedgie every day on the school bus is now the local councillor? Or that your boss reminds you of the classmate who loved making fun of your flaws?
Hasn't that been the trajectory of our culture, electing bullies in powerful positions so they can feed on the insecurities of the marginalized?
The story of Alan Turing is a big blob of shame on our hero-worship fairy tales. It shows, just how far, we are ready to go to condemn and persecute those who think and act different. It doesn't matter how creative they are, if they have stopped wars or engaged in breakthrough scientific research. And the medium of discrimination, is really, just an excuse. If it's not religion, it's race. If not sex, it's sexual orientation. Sometimes, it's about not smiling much. At other times, smiling a little too much. Unlike Enigma, the reasons why those in positions of authority might like to bully you, is truly an enigma.
If you are different than the powerful few who like to call themselves 'majority', and are also socially awkward, then chances are, 9 out of 10 times you will be bullied. Most of us undergo this ritual in school, which gives some practice before professional life arrives with its golden promises. You think high school's all over when lo and behold, you are eating lunches alone again.
How to Combat Bullying?
1. Unity in Friendship- In school you might have been a loner. Just remember, in your adult life, you will have a larger number of minorities who, too, feel persecuted. Befriend them. We might like to hide when being bullied, but a better idea is to unite with like-minded individuals who are going through the same experience. Remember, bullies intimidate by alienating you, so the more people you have on your team, the better.
2. Speak Up- You can easily discern a bullied person from a non-bullied person in public. How? The bullied person never speaks up, in fact, he hardly speaks at all. And it is particularly, because of this trait that bullies think he's a rug, to be stepped on, over and over again.
This might be due to past experiences that the bullied person has faced. Perhaps, he tried speaking up and was humiliated and socially ostracized. Bullying injures your confidence and self-respect in ways no physical injury can. But this damage can be repaired through counselling. There is no shame in asking for help. It is more important to know that you are not alone and there are people who are there for you.
So, if counselling is what you need to be assertive, then get it. But it is essential to speak up. For now, you have no Headmaster to run to, rather he is the bully.
3. Understand the Nature of Bullying- Why is it that you are being bullied? Is it your sex, your race or religion? Is it because you are more competent or competitive? Understanding why you have been singled out is the key to understanding the nature of the bullies and what they hope to gain from intimidating you. Oftentimes, bullies are just insecure kids who are afraid or jealous of you. Find out their weakness, and the tables will soon be turned.
When governments or institutions bully common people, the reason is mostly politically or monetarily motivated. As said in 1, you need all the help you can get to combat bullying of this kind.
4. Understanding it is Mental, not Physical- One of the important aspects of Bullying is that it is MENTAL, although its expression, sometimes might be physical. All forms of bullying are intended to humiliate an individual and harm his self worth. It can be a mother-in-law bullying a daughter-in-law, a government bullying human rights activists, a corporate group bullying indigenous groups or, a senior colleague purposely humiliating a subordinate.
Bullying, or Intimidation, has been the most preferred weapon of choice of institutions and powerful individuals alike to exert control over apparently 'weaker' marginalized groups. This form of coercion, tragically, does not limit itself to criminal outfits; rather it is most prominent in areas of high legal authority. Alan Turing was a war hero, who refused to resort to lies or connections and was left alone in the face of a sham law.
A posthumous pardon granted by the Queen did little in bringing him or his honour back to life. The contribution Great Britain made in winning the War was owed largely to this national hero, but his country failed to give him his due recognition or even, dignity. Alan Turing died, a misunderstood man, victim of a law that persecuted him because he was different.
To that, we owe, every single man and woman ever bullied to be kind and empathetic to others. Remember that the next time you rudely treat a street hawker or your own student. You have no idea what they are going through.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Wednesday, November 05, 2014
Another Earth
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
When Love Trumped Friendship
Even though they had just met, it felt like they had known each other for ages. Friendship was inevitable.
A preference for dark humour.
Wit.
The same sensibility.
Even the same name.
But neither guessed they had also fallen for the same man.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
The Dead of the Night
The dead of the night.
Your story makes me wonder
The Universe is mysterious
Sometimes, it reflects life
But most times, a lesson.
Strange are the ways of men
Stranger still, those of women.
What does that make us, I wonder.
Poets, anti-socials, loners
Or the rejects of society?
They say, love is a young man's game
A wrong bet, and you lose heart
Learn the rules, don't be a fool.
You see, love is not for amateurs.
So while you and I scribble
Pages and pages of morbid prose
Pretty lovers with prettier frames
Live fairytales of their own.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Ode to Sleep
I love to sleep.
It keeps the demons away.
As long as I'm safely tucked in
They won't get their way.
I love to sleep.
For dreams give me wings
Even in a nightmare,
I always find my way.
I love to sleep.
It's the best thing to do.
Better than the crying, the anger
The pain of seeing you.
I love to sleep.
It's the only thing keeping me sane
Forever healing,
The wounds you inflict by day.
Every day.
The day I stop loving sleep
Is the day I stop loving life.
Saturday, July 05, 2014
The Pigeon, The Statue
Accept that while some days you might be the pigeon, on other days you will just be a sitting Lamborghini.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Restless Soul
The Darkness Inside
Like a lone wolf
About to pounce
On indiscretions of the past.
The clock ticks,
As the prey runs
Desperate to hide
In a maze of uncertain shadows.
Fallible and naive
It senses danger.
But how can it hide?
When the real enemy lurks within.
Scared and lonely
It counts its last moments.
As the predator inside it
Patiently waits to make a strike.
It's during dark days as these
That my predator comes to life.
Friday, April 04, 2014
Loving in Oblivion
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Murder II
They were relentless. She was fed up.
One day, she took a hammer and started beating them out.
A few trickles of blood later, the voices finally left her head.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Silence
A deafening roar blocks my ears.
I can't sit, can't hear myself think, let alone play Candy Crush. I start pacing round the dark room, then the building, hoping something, anything will stop the monotonous rumbling. But the noise gets louder every instant. Until suddenly, the ventilator starts bursting again and the TV resumes blaring. Thank Heavens, the noise in my ears has died.
2 minutes later, it's dark again, and the noise is back.
I sit on my bed, eyes closed, trying to shut the noise out with all might.
Dammit, who knew silence could be so loud?
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Cast Away
Much less by you.
I hate being rejected
Not by anybody; never by you.
Despicable, tyrant of a heart
Says it improves my art
My tendency to rhyme
Is a farce to many; an obsessive crime.
I'll rhyme when I want
I'll write when I want
I'll feel what I want to feel
And you, Sir, are not going to change that.
You know what I hate?
About your whole bloody sex, I mean.
You make others care for you
Only to reject them right away.
What is this sadistic urge?
This destructive drive
To make people love you
Only so you could ignore them?
Now look what you've done
Made me hate myself
For falling into your charms
Only to be turned away.
Time and time again
Castaway.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Insomnia
Days are bright
I can't sleep
Whether dark or light.
Pills and drugs don't work.
It's not as if I don't want to sleep.
I badly badly do
I would do anything
For a good night's rest.
I dream of sleep, sweet bliss
And pray that I get to sleep.
At least for one night!
I feel drowsy, I feel tired.
But sleep eludes me, try as I might.
Thoughts images come screaming to me.
The moment I close my eyes.
And sweet bliss evades me
With voices from outside.
Peace, peace is what I need.
For a goodnight's sleep.
But the voices won't stop.
And the thoughts will feed
On my exhausted mind.
The poet is a tortured soul, I smirk
Might as well write a poem berserk.
But is this a poem?
A memoir? An epitaph?
No it is but a piece of trash.
The Bright Light
Love is Sweet; Love is Light
Love makes the world go round.
Love made my day; Love was my life
It was but love
That kept me alive.
Until I realized I could love no more.
I was crestfallen, injured.
I was bruised, battered.
I was a piece of coal, charred.
I leafed through the pages of life.
Had it been a lie?
A beautiful soulless lie?
The kind that makes you wanna die?
But surely that could not be true?
Surely something must be true?
My love, my passion
Couldn't be all imagination?
But as my head cleared
I felt light.
One emotion less to carry
One feeling less to be wary.
There was no love; never for me
It was a dream, a fantasy
All I was left with now
Were anger, hatred and jealousy.
Love gave me hope; it gave wings
But all that was gone now.
And there goes the water; I mop
The gold fish with dead fins.
And with it dies
Every hope of love and life.
So here I stand in the narrow room
With a gun in my mouth.
Thinking of a time lost
Of a dream, better forgotten
And I push the button.
A noise ensues.
And with it dies
Wretched sinful hope
Of a world of beauty & love.
Scream
Awaken me at midnight
Bewildered I sit
On the cold hard bed.
Voices surround me
Unfriendly, harsh
My ears shriek in pain
My eyes close in fear.
As the warm morning begins to smile
I hope for a new day
Away from the screams.
But they continue, they haunt
Until I run away.
Far and far I flee
The screams chase me
Until I can go no far
I look around, there is calm.
No more screams to haunt me
A yellow river, the green sky
Orange hills in the distance.
I sit on a rock.
The river serene sweeps by
And I feel safe.
But soon it's time to return
Where the screams lie.
Fearful steps I tread
Homeward bound.
But wait, what do I see?
The gentle river flowing by
Beckons me.
I go up to her edge
She smiles at me.
I walk down her
Soft wet body
Until the gentle water
Caresses my body.
Deeper and deeper I go
Until she kisses my lips
I stand there drinking the nectar
Of her sweet soft lips.
There she flows kissing me softly
Until my being is submerged
Under her kisses.
Kisses so intense I can't breathe.
Overwhelming kisses
Deep kisses.
I can't breathe.
The River feels me softly.
Give in, she muses quietly.
But I hold on,
Until finally
I surrender.
I let go, I let her kiss me
And deeper and deeper
I drown.
Like a Dog
In search of affection
In search of love
I roam the streets
Like a dog
They kick, throw stones
Humiliate me.
Like a dog
I beg for their love
Wag my tail
Prestige eludes me.
Why? Why? Why?
A little smile
A little pat
A little affection
I'm hungry for love.
I am a dog
And they are humans
Dog is a man's best friend
But can a man be a dog's best friend?
They look at me affectionately
Throw biscuits, smile
I go up to them
Looking for love.
And then they kick me
Kick me so hard
My body aches
I squeal in pain.
A proud dog would bark
A proud dog would growl
A human would hurt back
But alas, I,
A useless ego-less dog
Go again and again
In hopes of finding love.
Bit by bit, drop by drop
My life force is sucked out of me
But I don't give up.
I get kicked and beaten
In hopes of finding love.
But when the days are hot
And the nights icy
I lie on dirt-filled streets
And dream of Hope.
A world of love and affection
A world of sweet bliss.
And I feel
Happy.
Loneliness
A moonless night
It's not fair; it's not bright.
Cold breeze flutters my hair
Tells me I'm not alone
I look at the night
Distant majestic light
And atone.
Will you be my friend?
I ask the Night
She looks at me speechless
Owls gape, bats smile
Loneliness flutters
She walks away...
Where can I find a friend,
In this big wide world?
Who is there, who is truly mine?
Humans detest me.
With hope, I ask the animals
Will they be my friend?
A sick dog, a naughty parrot?
A big fat furry cat?
The sick dog finds a kinder friend
The parrot dies
The cat befriends the food.
In despair, I turn to Nature
Trees, sky, wind
Rivers, mountains, cloud
Surely they would be my company
And drive out these demons, so hungry?
But Nature has her own course
I'm her subject, not friend.
Not an equal.
My emotions, my passion
Are but just events
In her larger schema.
So here I sit by
On a dark silent night.
The only sound that of crickets
And loneliness, my only company.


