Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Flesh Trade

Tuesday, September 13, 2011 103 Comments




This is a post by the guest of honor Sujatha Sathya.

About the guest
Sujatha is blessed with natural flow of writing. The topics she takes on can range from a microbe to a galaxy; such is her versatility. Following her for the past 6 months, I have known that she is good with the language, (so no turn-offs) and has the talent to project the thoughts, the ideas, and the observations that occur daily amazingly.(so guaranteed 'good-read')






About the Topic
Should the Sex-trade be legal? 
Sex is legal, Trade is legal, why is sex-trade illegal? A topic to ponder, let us hereby know the opinion of the guest of honour. :) 

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Yes it should be.
I am not aware of the socio-political history of prostitution.  But I do know that prostitution has existed since eternity and will continue to exist for as long as human civilization does. So legal or illegal, it will remain; it is here to stay.
I also know that many of them are in this due to poverty or other unfortunate circumstances like rape/abduction/abuse/cheated by husband/lover/boyfriend or sold by father/husband or brother. There are countless women involved in it who run their families with the money earned & are in most cases the sole bread winners of the household.


Even if you say you can rehabilitate them, it’s an idealistic solution which is very hard to be implemented. Where will these women get jobs? And how many can you give jobs for? When skilled, educated workforce is still largely unemployed in India, employing these women would be a herculean task. And even if a few did land some jobs, do you think they would be looked upon with respect? Don’t you think their colleagues & others would proposition to them & harass them with words & gestures? The jobs they are likely to get are as maids. But will the exploitation stop there? They would become easy targets for lecherous men in the house while the lady of the house would conveniently put all the blame on them & they would lose their jobs & consequently, their bread & butter in no time.

When that is the case, and with little or no education to speak of, how does the government or the civil society plan to reintegrate them into the mainstream? And if that were the case, why hasn’t it been done in all these years. The truth is once they are caught in this web, there is no escape for these women.

I don’t mean to say that prostitution should be encouraged as a means of livelihood. All I am saying is, it has existed forever & will continue to exist till the last living man on the face of this planet. For those who are already in it for reasons that involved some form of betrayal from a trusted friend or family member, and have nowhere else to go, if they are faced with the choice of death or life as a prostitute, then what will she do?  
They are ostracized by society and verbally abused and treated as if they were not human at all. For the women if the sigma goes, then they can at least continue to live their life in peace. Otherwise, not only is there no escape for them from their existence but also they have to bear the brunt of being labeled immoral & called names.

Prostitutes are very vulnerable to repeated rapes & physical abuse. Who would sympathize with a prostitute who has been raped? The police would laugh & so would the lawyer. People would laugh too & think of it as a joke. It is not. They are easy targets for physical violence because of the nature of their work. For them it is just another work, something that gets them money to pay their bills & brings food onto the table. But since it is illegal, they have no rights whatsoever; no voice and no opinion.

When I started this post, all I wanted to get across was that maybe it’s time this particular segment of society had a means to get their voices heard too.
 If we make it legal, at the very least, these women can free themselves from the harassment & hafta vasooli of the policemen & the extortion by the criminals or the local goons. Being made legal is only a small respite for them from blood-suckers present within our social framework. It’s their livelihood now whether they chose it of their own free will (which is highly unlikely) or was thrust upon them by fate. Maybe, just maybe, at least that would stop, eventually, slowly, in due course, in time, sooner or later, some day, one day!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

My Courtship Birthday

Wednesday, September 07, 2011 73 Comments
This is an episode during my courtship period. 

28th August 2008, 11.42 PM – Eve of my birthday


I dialed his number frenetically. He had not answered my calls all this while.  Has he forgotten that it’s my birthday? Or has the sleep fairy taken him to the dreamland already?’ I was thinking.


'Ahh.. ! He answered!

Me: I thought you had slept!

BH: Yesss.(in a sleepy tone) I had. Anything important?   
Me: No (in a low tone)
BH: Ahh.. Don’t feel bad for small things. Ok.. Tell me, how was your day?


And the conversation went on. (Not really, one sided lecture I should say.) I spoke, he listened silently. I loved talking to him lying over my couch, watching the moon from the window. Anyway,  I knew, he would interrupt me at 12.00 AM sharp to wish me on my birthday.

Few minutes drowned into the night as I spoke, I heard snoring sounds. He was into ‘sound’ sleep! He hibernated again as I spoke? Without wishing ME on my birthday? Arrrghh!! I felt like banging my head against a brick wall! This is not the first time. How can someone sleep like that?


I could not even shout. Everyone at home are sleeping. Appa does not like me talking to someone on phone in the night. But still, I somehow manage to talk to him everyday.
I held the mike near to my mouth and tried giving maximum effect. ‘HELLLOOOOOO!! Anybody there?’ I squealed.

In one fell swoop, I got a knock on my head, and I heard a loud tone of ‘Nobody is there, but there is someone here! Happy Birthday!’ It was HIM!!

I was stunned. My jaws agape. I forgot to bat the eyelid!. I immediately switched on the light. My heart was racing. Would be BH in my room at 12.00 am in the night before marriage! How is this possible? Do my parents know? Or did he jump over the compound, climb up the balcony just to wish me? But, I have locked my balcony door. I was sure, that my parents or his parents would not approve of a night’s stay in the same house. (be it in different rooms) I had thousand random sparkling crackers in my head.

Me: What on earth brought you here? I mean, how could you? My parents know about this?
My younger brother entered the room at this juncture, he wished me. He said, ‘come downstairs, Appa and Amma are waiting for you. They haven’t slept’

I looked at BH. *Teary eyes* . Who does not like surprises? He understands my inner desires so well. I thought.


I cut the cake with family and would be BH.  What a moment! We ate delicious chocolate mousse cake. Sometimes, mundane things start looking so magical. I felt stars are glittering all over.



Just before retiring to sleep, I stopped at my room door, and whispered to BH.

Me: I never expected this. It was a wonderful birthday surprise. I will never forget in my life! I am overwhelmed with joy!
 **DAN DA DAAAAN** There came a filmy twist.
BH: Easy dear easy. I am not all that imaginative. It was your brother who requested me to come over here and he did all the arrangements. 

The halo over BH started wearing off.  I stole a look into my brother’s room. He was listening some music on the computer. I saw a halo over him now. He turned back, smiled and said. ‘Go sleep. You have office tomorrow’

I had hopeless confused expression on my face. (with Yash Chopras vocalists singing "aa-aa-aa" and musicians doing the background scores) I felt so guilty for not even thinking my brother as a candidate who could give me a surprise. I was anyway glad that BH had obliged to my brother’s request.

There are no words that would be worthy to sufficiently glorify you my dear brother. My Cute Handsome Devil.

With a pseudo frown expression on my face, I asked BH 'Did you bother to get me a  present atleast? (Shameless? Am I not?)

He said, I always practice and preach,
Don’t think about Past, you cant change it.
Don’t think about Future, you cant predict it.
Don’t think about Present, you will not get it.
*Wink from BH*

** BANG** the door closes!


Friday, September 2, 2011

Who does the baby look like?

Friday, September 02, 2011 52 Comments

‘Your baby has not got a thing from you! She looks completely like her father’

This was the remark made by a person who had come to see Bunni during early days of my post pregnancy. I was very happy with the second statement. (I still am) But, if someone is going to tell me that my baby who shared my flesh, who got all the nutrients required for the development of EVERY cell in her body, has not got ANYTHING at all from me. I am not taking it. 

Come on, it is easy for someone to say that I should ignore such statements. After carrying the baby for 9 whole months, after going through hours of painful labour, if one has to take such a statement, it is disgusting. I am not a saadhvi to overcome the emotional attachment or to abandon the worldly ties.

First of all, I do not understand why people make insensitive proclamations on a sensitive issue? If the mother is going through post pregnancy depression (courtesy: hormones) then the effects can be horrifying. I cannot even draw comparison to the hurt or the annoyance the mother experiences.

Second statement was not a problem at all. I had guessed that people would say that the child looks like his/her father. Because I had read a report that said 95% of the time, if asked, people will say ‘The baby looks like his/her father’. That is because everyone knows that the mother has popped out the baby, so to secure the father in the family. This is a social thing. This may be true, may not be; But the veracity of this case maybe quite unlike. But, I was prepared for that.  More over, I wanted my baby to look like BH.




On the closing note, instead of making such stupid idiotic statements, people can just SHUT UP! We will at least be happy that they came to see the baby.




I always believe 
“If I can’t make someone happy, I will at least not make them sad.”

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Mesmerizing Malnad

Thursday, August 25, 2011 51 Comments

A weekend getaway from Bangalore's chaotic pace and the the hum drum of everyday life.
All we wanted was a peaceful place to spend a relaxing weekend. We zeroed down on a date in the month of monsoon. Destination = Malnad region of Karnataka. 

Malnad region has tropical climate, the ground is like an old Indian bathroom. (Sloppy! Eeeks)

We had booked Ammadi homestay in Koppa. That place had an old world charm. The traditional 'Totti mane' as we call it in Kannada. (which means a wide shallow tank in the middle of the house.) Check out the pictures to get an idea. 




The enthralling mountains are so beautifully clad in green that even clouds cannot hold back the temptation to kiss them in public!  


Streams, brooks and rivers come alive in the monsoon. It is divine to see water flowing by the road side. 


If you are into bird watching, this region provides you with myriad species of birds which thrive in this region. 



We did not want to travel much, so visited only Mandagadde bird sanctuary and Sirimane falls. 
Mandagadde bird Sanctuary

Sirimane falls.
Now, coming to the details for those who want to visit this region.

Place: Koppa, Shimoga.
Distance: 350 Km from Bangalore. It will take roughly 7 hours on road.
Route: Bangalore – Hassan – Chickmagalur – Aldur – Balehonnur – Jayapura – Koppa
Where to stay: You can experience the traditional cuisine in homestays. You can check from various options here. If you are planning on a budget trip, you can look out for some lodges.
Places to see: Gajanur dam, Bhadra wildlife reserve, Mandagadde, Sakkare Bayalu Elephant Camp, Chikmagalur and many many more.

Things to remember


1. Carry an umbrella.
2. If you are very sensitive to the cold weather, please carry warm clothing.
3. Trek through the estates might leave you hooked up with leaches. Shoes recommended.
4. Many insects around. I honestly do not know what to do. :-D

On the last point I remember an incident..  I asked BH to 'shoo' the flies while I slept. He had drowned himself in the twitter app of his phone. He said 'we are not so rich to 
provide all them that luxury. Let them be barefoot'

Arrggghhhh!!




Friday, August 19, 2011

Ooops.. ! Arguments

Friday, August 19, 2011 74 Comments



WEEKENDS

BH: Weekends are for catching up on sleep. Wake up, eat, browse channels.. Sleep.

ME: Do laundry. Press. Dust. Arrange clothes in the cupboard. Clean bathroom.

Conclusion: He thinks I don’t know how to be free on holidays. And I think he is one lazy bone who cannot use his free-time productively.
(Oh.. Finally we kenned!)



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MOMENTOUS PLACE
We are at a spot where he had held me for the first time, dates back to 4 years ago.

BH: **Expressionless** Walks into the place and sits. ( Present is a 'present') 

ME: The ends of the curve of my smile had touched my ears. I thought that would drop a hint. (Press-errant)

Conclusion: He thinks, it is a nice place to spend some memorable time with your loved one. She thinks, he is absolutely unromantic for not remembering the significance of the place.

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PERCEPTION
We were leaving for my friend’s reception party. He was all dressed up and he was downstairs watching something on TV. I wear one superb awesome dress with vibrant colors and I model walked, down the stairs.

BH: A smirk

ME: A winner smile

Conclusion: He thinks, Wow! Timed entry. Good that I did not miss that wicket. I think, he thinks he is lucky to have me as his wife.


ON ROAD



When BF is driving and some guy on the road takes a heedless right turn.

BH: Hey you Loser! *&#*@&*@   (off-loaded frustration)

ME: What if he comes back and picks up a fight. Hushed. (uploaded apprehension)    

Conclusion: He thinks all people who do not follow traffic rules, who drive nastily are morons. I think, he should raise his tolerance limits.




All these situations are potentially HOT! I mean, if any one of us chooses to talk about it we may end up in a boiling argument and eventually we will be leading a cat and dog life.( Then Bunni would be a hybrid specie :-D ) We just knew when to remain silent and that avoids most arguments. But, we don’t. We just accept the differences.





To know the differences, you have to fight. I agree.  But the basic question is why do we fight? Because our need/ expectation is not met. Fair enough.

What can be done?


  1. Don’t take things personally. Be an objective thinker.
  2. Try concentrating on the issue. Many a times, we give importance to the words used in a sentence than the meaning of the sentence.
  3. If you feel that you are getting emotional. Remain silent. Take a time-out. Because, when you are emotional, you may end up saying things which you did not mean. ( quoting from experience)
  4. Try to walk a mile in his shoes, through his thoughts. If you have something to say, consider him as another human like you; who might also have his perspective to convey.