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Monday, 6 October 2014

Oh the way you sneezed

The way you sneezed. Tremors cud be felt across the streets. Startled me good, in my sleep. Even d neighbours, from their beds leaped. If you have a bad bladder, it might just have leaked. Blew away everything from cycle to jeep. It was a mighty thunder, not a polite beep. Rung my eardrums, pierced my soul so deep. In embarassment i know you want to just weep. But gotta hand it to you, ohh baby the way you sneeze.....

- S. Chaudhary

Saturday, 4 October 2014

A part of her

Fresh from the rush of love, she was glowing. He offered her his towel to wipe the sweat off her face. He said, he would preserve the towel as it is, a part of her to keep with him, till the time came when he could see her next....

- S. Chaudhary

Memorable moments/ dialogues from Bollywood

( MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS )

Aamir Khans nail biting slow-mo cycle race win from Jo jeeta wohi Sikandar

Aamir Khans catch cum sixer in Lagaan

Neil nitin mukesh shoots Dharmendra in Johnny gadaar

Nargis shoots Sunil Dutt in Mother India

First jump off your seat shocking shot of bhoot from the movie Bhoot

Mardaani sequence of Rani Mukherjee walking into the trap and the escape

Kidnapping sequence and climax sequence of Filmistaan

Climax of Sadma

Climax of Kaun

Climax of Satya

Climax of Madhumati

Climax of Khamosh

Climax of D-Day

Climax of Johnny Gadaar

Climax of Gupt

Climax of table no. 21

Climax of Holiday

Climax of Deewar

Climax of Kaagaz kay phool

Climax of DDLJ

Climax of Devdas

Climax of Samay

Climax of Queen

Konkona sen's transformation in Ek thi daayan

John Abrahams final leap in dhoom

Failed/ unsaid proposal of Kajol in KKHH

Twist revelation of Mera Saaya

Twist revelation of Kahaani

Twist revelation of Special 26

The dialogues we know by heart :

Mogambo...Khush hua

Mere paas Maa hai

Jao pehle uss aadmi ka sign lekar aao...

Gabbars dialogues from Sholay

Saara shehar mujhey loin kay naam se jaanta hai

Salim tujhey marney nahin dega aur hum Anarkali tujhey jeeney nahi dengey

Haar kay jeetney waley ko baazigar kehtey hai

Badey badey shehron mein aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti hai

Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahi, namumkin hai

11 mulkon ki police...

Moochey ho toh Nathulaal jaisi warna...

Kha khuja bati bhuja....from Deewana Mastana

Duaon mein yaad rakhna (and other dialogues from Once upon a time in Mumbai)

Almost every second dialogue from Andaz Apna Apna (true fans know the whole script by heart)

- S. Chaudhary










Iconic looks/ costumes of Bollywood

While character sketching is an important aspect of story telling, the characters looks, make up and costume also contribute heavily and some have managed to create a cult or iconic status. This short list is a compilation of some of the famous looks/ costumes in Bollywood that wouldnt need a photo reference to refresh the memory

Helens costume in the Mehbooba song in Sholay

Gabbars costume from Sholay

Mogambos costume from Mr. India

Sridevis simple blue saree in the song I Love You from Mr. India

Sridevis white costume in Nagina

Madhuri Dixits costume in the song Dhak Dhak

Madhuri Dixits costume in the song Humko aaj kal hai intezaar

Madhuri Dixits blouse and saree in didi tera devar song in Hum apke hain koun

Priyanka Chopras golden bikini in Dostana

Kareena Kapoors golden dress in the song Ye mera dil from the film Don

Kareena Kapoors costume in the song You are my soniya

Shahrukh Khans tee shirt and cool chain from Kuch kuch hota hai

Shahrukh Khans look in Mohabbatein

Aamir Khans beard in the movie Dil chahta hai (not a costume but a look)

Aamir Khans look in the movie Lagaan

Rekhas look in Umrao jaan

Meena Kumaris look in Pakheeza

Madhubalas dress in the song pyaar kiya toh darna kya from Mughal-e-azam

Vidya Balan's look in The dirty picture

Urmila Matondkars white vest in Rangeela

Bipasha Basus black outfit in Jism

Ranbir Kapoors towel in Saawariya

Amitabh Bachchans look in Sarkar

Amitabh Bachchans look in Shahenshah

- S. Chaudhary





Why Oh Why did you suffer

There is a reason you suffered so. The pain imparted wisdom. A premature maturity. A rare insight and a chance for going even more deeper into the zone of limitless compassion and empathy. It made you think that what you would have otherwise remained blissfully oblivious too. It brought you at the crossroads of revenge versus forgiveness and the path that you chose shaped your destiny, your personality. It is that you suffered and grew so that others would not have to go through the painful experience to learn their lessons. If you don't share your leanings to empower, inform and protect others then that wisdom is a waste.

- S. Chaudhary

Thursday, 2 October 2014

Eyes eyes baby!

Why wont you look into my eyes my dear? He asked as she incessantly kissed his feet. Because, she finally said, still looking at his feet - my obedient lips can stay sealed but my eyes will betray me. They will reveal to you what and how much i feel for you....

- S. Chaudhary

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Why slut shaming is a dangerous practise

My favorite line of all - Never forget, your beginning was an Orgasm. Such a sacred act sex. Then why so many crimes against women? Because of the blurring of many lines. Because of the confusion, the mystery, the taboo, the crazy curiousity surrounding sex and morality. Because of inequality of rights among the genders. A handful of female singers may dare to write/ sing/ perform a song about sex and or/ sexuality and they come under so much of scanner, harsh and pointless criticism, and endless moral lecturing by the holier than thou people who were birthed asexually from trees like fruits, sitting on their elevated seat of judgement in the sky. Whereas hundreds of male rappers, pop and rock artists have churned out millions of songs year after year, describing in graphic details (and picturisation) about how much they enjoy say a blowjob, or bragging about their sexual feats and prowess or simply a sweet yet explicit ode to their favorite lady lumps. Anyone ever raised an eyebrow? Thats what bothers me. I will not get into if its right or wrong. Thats a whole different blog in itself. For arguments sake, say if it is wrong, then it should be equally wrong for both no then? Also, women are then expected to present their defense or justification or say stuff like- Thats just one solitary/ random song or movie role but i have other soulful songs on the album too or other meaty asexual roles that i have essayed as well? Please take me seriously as an artist. Why? Why is it such a bad thing? Its like unless such reasoning is provided only then this "one" off the mark action is pardoned!


Another thing that bothers me is the liberal and incorrect usage of the term slut. Firstly what is a slut? There are two definitions. A woman who has many casual sex partners. And a prostitute. Firstly lets begin with the latter. Calling someone a slut and if it is not her profession, as in she is not making money out of it is a no brainer as to why it is wrong and unfair. Now to the former meaning. What is wrong if a woman has many casual partners? No by saying this i am not neglecting a crucial topic like sexual health and the risk of life threatening diseases. I am also not undermining the importance of subjects like fidelity, bonding and connection, the importance of trust and cultivating a meaningful relationship and most importantly mutual consent. But then all these are closely connected yet different topics. My point is the difference in the way men and women are expected to behave. Is there a popular counterpart term for slut for men? Nope. Thats the difference. Why cannot certain things be a matter of CHOICE for both men and women without making them go into defence and justification for a very natural right? Why deliberately mis-use the derogatory power of the term to subjugate women and in a subtle (or probably not so subtle) way draw the line what is right and accepted of men and women? The ripples of this brainwashing? Even if a woman ( even if in an exclusive commitment with one single partner) decides to wear something revealing or dress up or use lots of make up, she is "immediately open for business" and that is an open invitation for rape and crime? Is this an over analysis? Nope. Not if you look around the crime rate, the "onus" for the crime that is very conveniently dropped on the victim herself no less (she only shouldn't have dressed that way and invited attention, she smokes and drinks, has many casual partners and therefore is of loose character so what did you expect? She is a porn star so why is she making such a fuss about wearing revealing clothes in a mainstream movie? Who cares if she is a human being first and can also feel comfortable/ uncomfortable about few things, its taken for granted and assumed na that she has forsaken all her basic rights.) And the glaring confusion and obvious unfairness women have to put up with every single day. Like George R R Martin said, he received a lot of hate mails for the depiction of sex and nudity in his Game of Thrones series but not so much about the depiction of violence. So we are okay with blood shedding, with someone cutting and opening up another human being but Not okay with a very natural act we retire to every other night in the privacy of our rooms? That is funny or weird or plain sad?

Coming back to terms like slut, whore, tramp, hooker, etc etc. Dont use them without fully understanding their meaning and repercussions. Respect women. In fact respect all human beings cause you never know their struggles or life story. I am not a male basher. I understand they are not spared either and trapped in gender stereotypes too and their pressures and struggles. My heart reaches out to them as well. But women have to jump through many hoops on fire and definitely have a long way to go to achieve equality in the real sense of the word.

Meanwhile shedding more light on the subject of slut shaming, here is what wikipedia's got to say -  Slut Shaming (also hyphenated, as slut-shaming) is a concept in human sexuality. It is a neologism used to describe the act of making a person, especially a woman, feel guilty or inferior for certain sexual behaviors, circumstances or desires that deviate from traditional or orthodox gender expectations, or that which may be considered to be contrary to natural or religious law. Some examples of circumstances where women are "slut-shamed" include: violating accepted dress
codes by dressing in sexually provocative ways, requesting access to birth control, having premarital or casual sex, or being raped or sexually assaulted.

- S. Chaudhary

Monday, 17 February 2014

A journey of re-discovering love.

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Unruly tears rolled downed incessantly to Rajat's cheeks as he stood in his sprawling office cabin, trying to fathom the terrible news delivered to him in the mail he was holding. It was an agreement of dissolution of marriage or divorce papers sent by his wife Sujata's lawyers. They had been living separately the past few weeks after constant bickering and he had taken for granted the reality and magnanimity of the situation up until this point. He always thought Sujata would cool down as usual and they would kiss and make up like every time they fought. But this was it. Like the proverbial final nail in the coffin. This time the fight was very ugly with both of them tired of fighting yet Rajat had still hoped to fix things somehow. But the papers he was holding were the final blow to his hopes and dreams. 

Finding it hard to breathe, Rajat sat down on his chair while his mind went back to their initial sweet memories of courtship. How they had met for the very first time in London. Both on a student visa, pursuing a course in Business Administration from the same university.  Same dreams, goals and interests. They had instantly connected. How he had wooed and charmed her. Those study-and-revise-together sessions became mini dates where both were equally eager to meet up everyday to talk at great length and discover each other. How Rajat loved Suajata's simplicity, honesty and beauty and she loved his Never give up and go- getter persistent attitude. He had indeed lived upto his persistent image and persuaded the madly in love Sujata to marry him. They were so happy. Rajat went onto establish the business empire he had dreamed to build at the outset and Sujata was more than glad to look after him and be his silent anchor of strength. Yet, over the years they slowly grew apart and now Rajat sat alone in his big office thinking, we have everything but each other. 

His sad mind drifted back to their last fight where Sujata was weeping and packing her bags complaining about the same things they had fought about a dozen times before. "Rajat work comes first for you. You neglect me. We live like two strangers in the same house. When was the last time we sat down and had a 
proper conversation? This is not a home but a hotel where you only come back to eat and sleep. I even go to the parties all alone and am embarrassed every time i have to come up with an excuse to explain your absence all the while hearing hush murmurs from those around about the state of our marriage. But that is not the real issue, the point is I miss you and you don't seem to. Even if you do, you don't bother to show me enough and I can't go on in a marriage all alone. I just don't have the strength anymore." Half-heartedly, Rajat had inconvincingly tried to explain how he was working so much for her sake. To get her a comfortable and secure life but Sujata was in no mood to hear and had left. And within a fortnight, here was Rajat holding the piece of paper that would take away Sujata from his life forever.


But could he let her go? That easily? Wouldn't he try even once? He wiped his tears as he thought about that the quality which Sujata loved the most in Rajat was his never give up attitude and could he really give up that easily, the person that mattered the most to him in his life? An idea struck him like a bolt of powerful lightning and he rushed out of his office, during peak working hour and headed straight to Sujata's house.

Sujata heard furious ringing of her doorbell and rushed to open it, shocked out of her wits to see a teary eyed yet wildly grinning Rajat. He went down on his knees and before Sujata could react pleaded - "I am very very sorry Sujata. It is totally my mistake. I neglected you and years have gone by, wasted in this terrible ignorance. I cannot bring those years back but I sincerely urge you to please give me another chance to prove my love to you. Just one week is all I ask of you, to show you how much I love you and how sorry I am for having neglected my duties towards you as your companion. I believe we are soulmates and a paper cannot destroy our bond or sweet memories. So please Sujata please, just this one week. And if after that you still feel that your happiness lies in separating from me, then i will gladly give you your freedom. But please just this one week."

Sujata was too shocked and it took her a long time to agree to Rajat as she had already made up her mind. Yet the sincerity in his words and his eagerness to change sparked some tiny flame of hope that perhaps all was not lost. But the recent memory of pain was also very strong leaving her in a state of two minds and confusion. Yet this time she went with her gut and said, "Okay Rajat. I don't know how much of a difference a week will make and how long thereafter will you continue to be the reformed Rajat. But out of consideration for the years invested in our marriage, for old times sake, I think you deserve this one last chance. Before we take such a big, life-altering decision." Rajat got up and hugged Sujata and thanked her profusely. Fighting back tears Sujata asked, " So what now?" "Pack your bags, I am taking you back to where we discovered our love, only to re-discover it again. London baby, we are going to London" Sujata was shocked yet secretly pleased.


As soon as their comfortable British Airways flight landed in London and they freshened up at the hotel suite, Rajat took Sujata to their University campus, where they had first met. They walked the same campus, library and Sujata's mind was once again flooded with memories of their innocent young romance. The hot dog stall was still there, exactly at the same place where they had shared many meals together, the soft grasses on the lawn where under the shade of a tree, Rajat would keep his head on Sujata's lap and spend hours in total bliss. The relatively desolate stairs to the basement where they could steal few moments of privacy and also where they had shared their magical first kiss. Sujata smiled at that goose-flesh memory. They returned to their hotel in the evening and Sujata learned that Rajat had made reservations for a romantic candle light dinner at the restaurant. Sujata slipped into a lovely royal blue evening gown which Rajat just gifted her. She noticed that despite her diminishing resistance, she couldn't help but fall for Rajat...again. They ate more but talked even more losing all track of time. Sujata found herself pouring her heart out as a riveted Rajat listened patiently. And then Rajat spoke, realising so much had been left unspoken over the years. In a way the mystery to their marriage returned as they spoke and listened and discovered new things about each other. Finally Rajat happened to glance at his watch and exclaimed, " Shoot its 4 am! Where did all the time fly? Okay honey, I have a whole itinerary planned for tomorrow and we don't want to be sleepy or tired on this exciting trip. Lets sleep now and continue the lovely conversations, all day long tomorrow. Is that okay sugar?" A yawning Sujata couldn't agree more. He gently kissed her forehead and they headed back to their suite.

Over the course of next 6 days, the couple visited many places like Trafalgar Square, Hyde Park, Buckingham Palace, Royal Albet Hall, Madame Tussauds and other fabulous places. Sujata realised how many memories were attached to each of these places. Rajat was such an important part of her life. He was trying so hard to desperately and genuinely win her back and his efforts had not gone unnoticed by Suajata. She now slowly began looking at him with a fresh perspective that could have only been possible far away from the painfully monotonous routines of their daily lives on this blessing of a dream trip. The break allowed her to consider whether she had judged him too harshly and too quick? After all, he wanted to give her all the material pleasures of the world and though his method could be flawed, underneath his intentions were pure and benevolent. Maybe she should have been more kinder and understanding while he was struggling at office and bringing those worries back home. Fireman put out fire with water and not fire, she randomly thought.

One day on the trip, they stood waiting outside the O2 Arena, clicking goofy pics with Rajat's phone. Rajat then went ahead to get their concert tickets while Sujata waited outside. Suddenly Rajat's phone buzzed and Sujata realised he had left his phone with her by mistake. "Office Calling" kept flashing on the screen and hesitantly Sujata answered the call. It was Rajat's secretary Tina. " Hello ma'am" she said realising Sujata was on the other end. "I was strictly instructed by sir not to call him for a week under any circumstance but its a bit urgent. The deal with the Japanese firm, which was to be finalized today cannot go through and the partners are very furious at the umm...unprofessional way in which sir has disappeared. So they asked me to convey to Sir that the deal has been called off. I thought I must inform Sir as the amount is very big. They are big clients." Sujata was shocked and promised to inform Rajat on her behalf. When Rajat returned and Sujata reprimanded him for losing out on big business, Rajat was not even the slightest bit affected by the news. He smiled, romantically put an arm around Sujata while drawing her close and only said, " I can have many clients in the future but i have only one wife. My priorities are set. Now lets enjoy the concert show darling." Sujata was shocked, gulity and moved all at the same time.

It was their last day in London and Sujata was happy yet still a tad unsure in her mind of what the futurte would hold once they returned back. What should she do? She saw Rajat getting ready and asked where were they headed. He simply held her hand gently, looked her lovingly in the eyes and led her to the car without uttering a word. It was getting dark and they also had to get to the airport on time to catch the flight back home, Sujata was getting worried as she looked outside the car and suddenly noticed a familiar place. It was not just a familiar place but a special place as well. The tower bridge. Because it was here that Rajat had asked Sujata to marry him!

Sujata felt her pulse race yet a numbing sensation as she got out of her car and Rajat led het to the exact same spot where he had popped her the question. The bridge was bright and glowing in the multi-coloured lights like a new bride. The moon was luminiscent in all its glory. Rajat went down on one knee still holding Sujatas cold and trembling hands and said," Many years back, this is the same place where i professed my love to you dear Sujata. And here we are back again. Wiser with experience and yet more than ever madly in love. You are the best thing to have happened to me in my life and I was the happiest man when you said yes to be my wife. Here i am again, on my knee. Thanking you for agreeing to come on this trip despite everything we went through and i am asking of you this time, Sujata, will you stay married to me? Will you give me another chance to fill our marriage not with luxuries and money but with love and companionship, the real recipe for happiness? Will you say yes again my love?" Sujata burst into tears of joy, hugged Rajat tightly and said "Yes, Yes Rajat. I missed you so much. I love you. I promise to make this work too. I am in" Rajat wiped her tears and they hugged in silence. Then Rajat swept back Sujata's hair and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. As if on cue, the fireworks went off in the night sky, dazzling alongwith with a million stars, all partaking in and celebrating this holy re-union.

- S. Chaudhary

Pictures Courtesy : Google Images  

Sunday, 16 February 2014

What sort of "Legacy" ?

Recently I saw a Nicky Romero music video titled "Legacy" and couldn't help but wonder how fucked up it was in its presentation. I am never the one to criticize people or say harsh things but this video simply disturbed me no end. Directed by Kyle Padilla, in the description on their youtube page, they have tried to explain the video by stating that (their words, not mine) - its a love story between a cancer-diagnosed mother and her son who becomes sort of  "empathetic" vigilante. He is trying to "help her feel better- even if it means bashing in her co-workers car amongst other things." Please explain to me how will terrorising anyone or destroying their property bring happiness to her mother or help cut down her pain in any manner whatsoever??? If that is the case then the mother alongwith the son needs psychiatric help as well. The son is potrayed as a Heroic figure as he unapologetically bashes up vehicles, acts like a total bully and  tonsures the heads of his mother's co-workers forcefully against their will by brandishing weapons while they are terrified, weeping and begging at his feet for mercy. How does this glorification of criminal acts bring peace to any character at all? How? I just fail to understand. They have further added in the video description that - although his actions are "slightly" misdirected his genuine concern and determination give her strength to continue on her fight against cancer. How can terrorizing other people and destroying their hair and vandalizing their property give her the strength? Even if I were to give her a benefit of doubt that perhaps (a back story is not provided in this context and am attempting to play devils advocate here to see their point of view) her office co-workers harassed her or there was any kind of ill-treatment or discrimination meted at the workplace, is this the right way to deal with it? That is the terrorist mentality. That is the reason we have law in place, a legal recourse to rectify injustice that has been done so that an eye for eye doesn't make the world blind. Being a creative person myself I understand the basic need for artistic freedom to imagine and express, cinematic liberty, etc. but then this is sheer bullshit. And the fact that they are batting for such a noble cause makes me cringe even more at the appalling, horrendous and insensitive concept and representation.
The makers further add that they have helped raise awareness for the cancer. It sure did catch my attention, yes they succeeded at that.  But for all the wrong reasons and that makes me wonder is it really worth it? Is this how you go about raising awareness for a horrific disease? No empathy is evoked at all. Its just reduced to a gimmick for catching attention, thus in my eyes undermining the idea behind the whole exercise. Even if your intentions  noble dear makers, the representation is way off the mark. Is this how one deals with pain? Families have people who unfortunately suffer from cancer, coma, paralysis, tumor, madness and other terrible diseases and the families can do nothing more than watch and suffer along with them ( I can say so from personal experience and tragedy.) No matter how much you love someone and want to do everything for them and no matter how much pain they are in, is it justified one goes around venting their pain, helplessness and frustration on innocent people in the world. This means those kids who might get inspired by this atrocious video and have a parent suffering from a terminal disease and are in a lot of pain are justified to pick up that gun, head to a university and shoot random innocent kids cause well they are in "Love" and suffering? This is such a bad representation of love. They are giving love a bad name and justifying crime. Oh I couldn't help it cause my cancer-ridden parent was suffering so I was in so much pain and wanted to impart her strength. This way? Seriously? How many impressionable minds must be watching this stupid video and what wrong message is being sent out? (Check out the views and the likes on this video on the youtube page alone). I am disgusted.

There are two things however that i do like about this 'disaster' if I may aptly call it so. One - the music is bang on. Great beats, definitely a hit at the clubs and parties. And Two - the fact that 3 actors in the video shaved their heads and donated the hair to Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for children undergoing chemotherapy. Indeed very praise-worthy and noble. But the goodness of this kind deed is by far marred and over- shadowed by the stupid damaging video.You have power. Media. Reach. I feel so damn miserable when i think what this video could have been, how strongly it would have stirred up the right passions in the audience to get up and do the right thing and be more sensitive and supportive of fellow human beings who are suffering from diseases. But, no matter how noble the intentions (which I seriously doubt) behind this video, it has the exact opposite effect on me. By all means shoot a video in a rough, rock, gothic, dark, intense setting but don't blur the lines and downright glorify and justify crime and violence in the name of "love". Its cheap, disturbing and disgusting and think about its scary consequences once its out there in public domain accessible to and wrongfully encouraging to gullible, lost young minds. In the end of the video, one of the actor tells the mother, "you got one hell of a boy!" And she looks at his photograph affectionately and  proudly, fully aware of his criminal acts. I am asking you, what kind of a legacy ma'am would you be leaving behind? Not one that empowers humanity with love, brotherhood and co-operaion but one that justifies hurting the innocent in the name of passion and attachment, disguised as love.

- S. Chaudhary

Pictures Courtesy : Google Images

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Its a Man's World

Pre-requisite : Please read my blog if you think you possess an open, progressive, "thinking" mind. Idiots, bigots, MCP's, regressive cave men/ women i will not bother reacting/ responding to. Thank you.


About a year back, there was a bit of a hullaballo when Madonna stripped of her bustier and showed off her nipples n ass cheeks to a large crowd in, I guess 2 of her world tour concerts. Why was it such of a shocker? Jon bon jovi, Jay Park, Justin Beiber, Ricky Martin, Iggy Pop, Usher and other male rockstars even our desi hero Salman khan and countless other male actors rip off their shirts and all i hear is fans drooling over their toned body so why so much flak when a well maintained 50 plus female artist does it? I will refrain from commenting on  the aesthetics and talent and the topic of nudity cause that will be personal tastes and also mean digressing to another topic so lets stick to the point in this blog. Why different sets of rule for men and women? As i was curious to read all the public reactions on various sites i unintentionally searched deeply into this incident and stumbled upon an unfortunate discovery. One of the links informed me that way back in 2003 I guess, Janet Jackson had suffered a wardrobe malfunction at the Super Bowl, for which not only did she have to issue a public apology (as family audience and kids might have seen the show, here let me add a personal view, if at all kids are closest to breasts what with it being introduced into their life the very first day as a means to feed them and keep them alive, nothing to be ashamed of!) and clear the names of the corporates backing her to have to do anything with this incident/ accident, unexpected but also lost out on several contracts. The most unfortunate part however was that not only did no one from the music industry come to speak in her support, i read that Madonna was one of the first one to criticize her unfortunate incident and say one doesn't need to show nipples to be interesting! Volte face. Such a hypocrisy! Then why support any empathy at all from industry and audiences alike for your intentional and purposely done act of stripping?  How is an accident worse than intentionally stripping to titillate a live audience? It just re-affirmed my sad belief - A woman and not a man is another woman's worst enemy!

Another set of reactions I read was that Madonna should "behave" her age and age more gracefully rather than resort to cheap gimmicks to hold onto her career. You see, that shows the deep discrepancy present even in the work environment and not just home. Hardly any noise is made when balding, slouching 50 even 60 year old Hindi film heroes are romancing girls qualified to be their grand daughters! But when a woman does it, it is immediately bought to attention that she should act her age and by the way what does it mean to act ones age and who decides it? Sorry but Madonna is way much more toned and well maintained than most 50 year old women who have given up on life thanks to trying to "behave" their age! If she can entertain the world right up to God willing 100 years of age then whats your problem? Dont like it? Change the channel, dont pass stupid remarks and diktats that a woman ought to behave her age! You don't decide it, the individual conducts his or her life as per free will, given to him or her by no human or government or society, but by the Almighty God Himself or nature.

Ok, to be fair, I admit men and women have different bodies and bodily functions and if you give me a scientific, sensible and relevant reason as to why women must/ can do few things that men cannot or vice versa. Starting with nudity itself, if breasts were covered and protected or for that matter generally clothes go back to the origin of it. Why? Well, to protect against cold, insects, dust and other environmental and also for ornamental factors. Why then is it a basis of character assassination or judgement of a woman being cheap or indecent and why not go by the natural barometer of values, virtues, nature and attitude in deciding and assessing the character of a person? And if so then why not apply the same to men? I know of female friends who have been married and told to "stop" wearing indecent western clothes and jeans and stick to Indian traditional dresses. Who are you to dictate the choices, life style of a person? How do you think you got that right over another person? But my real anger is directed at these women who accept and submit to these crazy and subjugating requests and whims just to please the in-laws and become a part of the family. When she can be considerate and sacrificing  for her entire family cant the family shed  their regressive ideas and do the same for her happiness? And if she is required to change her dress sense why not apply the same rules to men then? How come they don't tell the husbands and sons, okay no western outfits for you too, from tomorrow go to office in dhoti instead of formals. I would like to see that. Not just that, I have always noticed being told by friends or even relatives when describing a new female friend or acquaintance - they say " well she is pretty modern and you know what, she smokes cigarette!" Well smoking cigarette might give you cancer irrespective you are a male or female and i don't condone this risky habit but it has never been a point worth mentioning if your new guy friend has been smoking cause well, its a given men can smoke an d get away with it. His character is never judged on the basis of his being a smoker or non-smoker. But women? And then the expression of  mocking and disapproval on their faces as they go about assuming her character without getting to know her as a person. And women largely participate in this activity. That is a sad reality.

My request to women and public in general is to question and not blindly believe. What is the source of their belief system and information and values created on the basis of that? If a few thinking men and women (God bless their souls) had not taken the bold progressive initiative back in history to educate and empower women, people would have stuck to the belief system of why educate the girl child? It hasn't happened even at the time of our ancestors why the change now? It has always been, a time worn tradition that men earn the livelihood and women are child bearing machines that should be confined to the kitchen walls and household. Why educate her, she doesn't have to go out in the world to earn so why teach her if she is destined to spend the rest of her life in the kitchen? I am so glad a few people dared change that thought process, challenged and changed attitudes and became trendsetters and give women equal opportunities as equal human beings. Else i too would have been born someplace, denied the right to education, opinion and voice, mother to a dozenkids with no opportunity to dream, aspire, have ambition and live life to my fullest truest potential. What a waste!

Speaking of the cultural environment and attitudes around us, i begin to question the reason behind it. I remember watching an interview of author Devdutt Pattanaik about his book Sita and he mentioned that so many folklores and mythological tales that depict women as strong, dominant and equal or even powerful than their male counterparts have either never been retold and popularized in fact lost in the sand s of time. He mentioned that everyone knows the story of the character of Ram slaying a 10 head demon Ravan but few know the story when Sita had assumed one of her avataars and slayed a demon with 100 heads! Why
don't we know of this? And many such other stories, some of which i am afraid have been lost forever. Was it the vested interests of those times to show and retain the stature of men and an effort to keep women an inferior class through ignorance? Even original texts have been tampered an (mis)interpreted where women are assigned duties and roles that indirectly encourage and sustain their inferior, mortified state. It saddens me, when not only such information is with held or tampered with and presented to the people but that people themselves never apply their mental faculties to inquire, search and verify and then accept.

I have touched upon the topics of nudity, vices and age old redundant ways of society. Now i move onto my favorite topic of sexuality. But i would discuss in two parts. Firstly- It a long road before women are free to express and celebrate their sexuality. Like men we are highly sexual beings too, but the fact that it has become something to be hidden and ashamed of is stripping us of a very basic power. The power to procreate, give life or simply a casual leisure activity approach. Again insinuations are made about a sexually liberated and assertive woman. Women, i don't know out of jealousy or insecurity partake in such gossip, mocking and defamation as well and that's the sad part, again. This subject of sexual liberation, expression and assertion is like a huge, colossal destructive  weapon in the arms cache of regressive people who try to "morally" justify their restrictions and why they have a right above women to decide what is right and wrong, whats appropriate and inappropriate and women have to comply and follow like mute cattle. Herd mentality keeps the dynamics intact, power stays with men as always. And God forbid a women decides she loves dressing sexy, you are "inviting rape"!! Or if you walk at night in desolate locations you are inviting the crime. Just like you wear jewellery you are inviting robbery, you are driving a car you are inviting it will be stolen, you are eating vada pav in public don't complain if a robber steals it from your hand! Why does woman have to bear the burden of the crime, at all! It is a crime and the criminal alone is responsible for it. How stupid is this mentality. It is a crime against women, its the perpetrator who needs to be punished and change his mentality and NOT the woman! Isn't it plain obvious?

And now the other side of this coin - Its a double edged sword. I have heard stories of men actualy using this to psychologically manipulate women by saying- You need to sexually liberate yourself! Its like unless they dont they are not liberated? Can't education and wisdom, successful and fulfilling career and family life also be liberating and empowering? No doubt sexuality is also liberating but that is not the "only" barometer or tool. The reason i speak of this is because a lot of women with conservative upbringing or even their own independent volition feel the peer pressure to experiment sexually even though they are either mentally, emotionally or physically ready for it. And that should only be the reason for exploring the are of sexuality. When you are comfortable and you want it. And not because of peer presssure. Women often feel left out and that they belong to some weird extinct supposedly pity worthy breed of virgins who are awaiting their liberation. So if you express and experience it you are doomed and if you dont, you are still doomed! The latest contagious urban trend.

Utilize the gift of questioning and free thinking instead of blindly following. Yes we have come a long way from young widows performing sati and women denied education but we still have a long long long way to go. Dowry harassment and deaths, female infanticide, rape, women not allowed to work after marriage or refrain from working at call centres and airlines and such jobs that have odd timings, moral policing on our dress, our choices and lifestyle and most importantly equality in remuneration and financial empowerment cause money is an important tool (money is power and you need that power as well if you wish to change the trends) and so on. My heart reaches out to a large section of rural women who are ignorant about their own rights and freedom. Having brought up a certain way and denied the opportunity to learn, educate, question their belief system their world and reality has become limited to what they see and they are allowed to see very little. So blindly they comply and implement the old redundant discriminating rules, often defending them without realizing that they too have the right to be an equal individual. As for ther women, they feel a lot is at stake. Giving away a few freedoms will buy them, as a  barter, a secure and luxurious life offered on a platter by the male in their families. Because standing up for your rights may even give rise to many challenges. Empowerment, liberation and financial equality and security come at a price. That price could be starting on your own from the scratch and stepping out of your comfort zone into un-ventured territories. Success is not guaranteed and one may encounter a risky difficuilt journey ahead in all spheres.

Do not mistake me for a bra burning feminist. In fact I don't even consider myself a feminist. I believe in equality. But I will obviously point out the elephant in the room and question why is a certain class is being treated as a weaker and vulnerable section. We live in a Man's world with man's rules. But can't you see we have to get rid of this hopelessly sexist and unfair way of being. The thinking has to change, the upbringing has to change, the old attitudes have to change. I wonder if it will happen in my life time. Gender, caste, color, sexual orientation, religion, region and race are no grounds for discrimination for me, and they should never be. So i wouldnt want to change a mans world into a womans world. I would want a world of equality, where men and women are equally treated n cherished, neither inferior nor superior but as equals and the only barometer that remains would be, may the BEST man or woman win. Simple. Where women aren't women's worst enemy but best friend and a source of strength. Where mothers (and fathers) bring up their sons to respect women and vice versa. Where chivalry is his choice, fully knowing that the lady has arms to pull her own chair or open her own door but as an act of respect and as a good human being you do it for her, not because she cant do it herself. I want the change at the thought level. Cause that will ultimately reflect in attitude and collective attitudes called culture.

- S. Chaudhary
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Sunday, 5 January 2014

Crowning glory

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It's 6 am. Rise and shine. Looking forward to a crazy day ahead. I head to the shower and recharge my hair with the lovely smelling Sunsilk shampoo. Been a loyal patron of this fine product since i was a little girl in school and it has never failed me. All my sleepiness is washed away and im feeling fresh as a daisy, my batteries recharged, ready to take on the world today. I am dashing out of my house when i bump into my sleepy husband who has just woken up. He cant stop reaching for and sniffing my hair haha. "Pardon me Miss" he says, adding, "Hmmm....damn your hair smells so good, its magical. Good Morning to you" he gently  plays with my hair and kisses it. I am flattered (thanks Sunsilk!). Good morning it is.

I reach the building gate and am astonished to see my friend Seema waiting for me. Hair tied up, a tight chignon, covered with a large scarf. She is more astonished to see me. "Are you crazy? You gona be travelling like this? Tie up your hair ma'am else the wind will wreak havoc with your hair! Will take you an hour to free up the little tangles, not to mention the pain and the pulls. Ouch!" I just wink at her and hop onto my brand new Vespa. She doesnt give up yet, another warning - " You are looking like an effortless diva now wait until we reach Goa, your hair will resemble a scary nest." I burst out laughing as i try and picture a nest in place of my lovely hair, you have to hand it to her, she has a vivid imagination! She sits on the Vespa and we are ready to hit the road, In one last final attempt, my dear concerned friend pulls out another scarf from her handbag, " Acha atleast put this on. The sun, the pollution, the wind will damage and break your hair, steal its lustre making it dull and lifeless. Dont you worry about your hair?" Boy! does she remember to breathe between her sentences? " Na my jaan, thanks for all your concern and help, but trust me i wont be needing any of this. As it is will be hot and sweaty inside the helmet. Now can we focus only and only on enjoying this trip." Giving up, she shrugs but immediately cheers up on the thought of the adventurous road trip ahead.

Zipping through the city and after a long and tedious 12 hour drive, here we are. In heaven! In Goa. So much to do and so little time. I park my Vespa at the resort and steal a quick glance in my rear view mirror, Fabulous hair- check. Wind blown yet straight and smooth. Its a chilly winter evening and i am wondering if the climatic change will challenge my effortless diva hair. , it is still as bouncy n radiant as it was this morning when i stepped out of the shower. I meet up with the rest of the gang at the resort. Pooja, Trisha and Payal. This girls night out is gonna be super fun.

I dont take much time to get ready. Slip into my club dress and heels, make up and a quick combing of hair. Heading to this happening club, going to let my hair loose and dance all night. I am sweating through my hair but heck, dont care, having too much fun. The music is just right. We then head to this dreamy yet lively shack by the sea. The cool yet sandy breeze from the sea is blowing my hair, Its such a romantic evening, I am missing my hubby.

Day 2:
Adventurous is the tone of the day. Water sports today. After a crazy fun day where I and the girls indulged in some water skiing, para sailing and riding a water scooter, i head to the resort and crash on the bed. Shocked that my hair has still retianed its healthy bounce and radiance despite the atrocities of weather and all the adventures. i touch my squeaky clean scalp thats neither dry nor oily or sweaty. Seema, whose crowning glory now closely resembles the nest she was referring to is watching me with awe. She's headed to the shower so i hand her my secret in a bottle, my Sunsilk shampoo. She smiles and thanks me profusely. Sweet heart.
And finally after lazying on a hammock the entire afternoon, i hop into the resort pool. Chlorinated water is plain bad for hair. Will spoil the texture making hair rough and excessively dry. But since i set the tone of the day to adventurous i hop into the pool to enjoy a good swim. After spendiong an hour in the pool i head back to hotel room and step into the shower. I recharge my hair yet again with Sunsilk shampoo and conditioner. Then Blow dry my hair and on an impulse decide to have fun with a new funky hairstyle. I twist and turn sections of my hair in hot curling tongs to create a wavy hair look. New evening, new look i say. Loving this bold new look, i feel like a different person altogether! Despite the hot treatment, hair is still luscious and lively. I run my fingers through my locks, no breakage. Straight, soft and shiny as though i have just stepped out of a hair spa. And the Fragrance! Wow. Looking every bit a glamorous diva i am ready and waiting in the lobby for my friends to get ready and join me. Seema steps out first, grinning like a cheshire cat. Her hair invigorated with a a new energy, a fresh lease of life! Finally she has the confidence to let her hair down, "Hello Movie star" i tease her and she giggles. The girl gang heads for another evening at the club. After non stop dancing for 2 hours, i sit down on a couch to catch my breath. Another round of group pictures and selfies. I watch the images on the phone and cant help but drool over my own flawless perfect hair in every click! I touch my hair and wonder that I can focus on dancing, sports, swimming and all fun activities and yet look like a million bucks in every picture. And that freedom comes from using Sunsilk Shampoo and conditioner. No messes in my tresses! Recharged and raring to go. How cool is that!

- S. Chaudhary.
Pictures Courtesy: Google Images