Sunday, March 09, 2014

The Danger of the Single Story of Gender

I do believe in a Womens Day. But not in some of the messages coming my way - She is the nurturer, the creator and the bestower. She has infinite patience and love. She is the reason for our happiness.
.. Not saying that they are not true. These could possibly be true. Just not for all women.

I refuse to believe the Single Story of Womanhood just as one refuses to believe the Single story of manhood.

Not all men are good providers. Not all men are abusers. Not all women are martyrs. Not all are nurturers. Not all women are manipulative.

There is no one story of any gender, or even country, or society.

Womens Day is important because a lot of us are still facing similar challenges. Not all, a lot. It is time to go back and remind oneself that it is time to be you, and being a woman is a big part of who we are. But what is it to be a woman? and strangely, one cant think of any one objective that applies to all women. Not one.

Happy Being your own person day. Happy being you.

Monday, February 24, 2014


बच्चा नहीं है ये -
कच्चा कागज़ है
रफ वर्क का काम लेते हैं सब इस से
लोग लिखते हुए
अपने दिल की भड़ास...
भूल जाते हैं
के कागज़ याद भी रख सकता है सब

"ये तो कुछ नहीं समझता " गलत है एकदम
सब समझता है कागज़

मत लिखो इस पर कुछ भी
रफ वर्क की तरह
ये रद्दी कागज़ नहीं है
- बच्चा है
फिन्केगा नहीं किसी कचरे के डिब्बे में
बड़ा होना है इसे

ख्याल रखो इस का।

Sunday, February 23, 2014


ਤੇਰਾ ਜੋਗ , ਕੇਸਰੀ ਝੋਲਾ
ਮੇਰਾ ਜੋਗ , ਲਾਲ ਦੁਪੱਟਾ

ਤੇਰਾ ਜੋਗ , ਮੰਦਰ  ਗੁਰਦਵਾਰੇ
ਮੇਰਾ ਜੋਗ, ਨਿੱਕੇ ਨ੍ਯਾਨੇ

ਤੇਰਾ ਜੋਗ,  ਸੂਫ਼ੀ ਕਵਾਲੀ
ਮੇਰਾ ਜੋਗ,  ਤੁਲਸੀ  ਦਾ ਦੀਵਾ

ਤੇਰੀ ਕਬਰ , ਰਾਂਝੇ ਦਾ ਟਿੱਬਾ
ਮੇਰੀ ਕਬਰ , ਐ ਮਿੱਟੀ ਦਾ ਚੁਲ੍ਹਾ

ਤੇਰਾ ਮੇਰਾ , ਬਸ  ਪਾਟਾ ਵਰਕਾ
ਨਾ ਜੋਗ, ਨਾ ਸੰਜੋਗ

तेरा जोग, केसरी झोला
मेरा जोग, लाल दुपट्टा

तेरा जोग, मंदिर गुरुद्वारे
मेरा जोग, बच्चे सारे

तेरा जोग, सूफी क़वाली
मेरा जोग, तुलसी का दीपक

तेरी कब्र , रांझे का टीला
मेरी कब्र , ये मिट्टी का चूल्हा

तेरा मेरा, बस फटा सा पन्ना

9 lines, one life


PS: the title comes from the analogy of "Nine Lives"

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Notes to Self

  • What you can get from others is support, not strength. Strength, my dear, can only come from within. And remember, the strongest pillars cannot support a weak and hollow structure. Strength gets better with support, but support gets nowhere without some strength.

  • If you are not dead yet, then it isnt fatal. Find a new adjective and get on with the living.

Thursday, February 13, 2014


In the crevices of rocks
are lived
many fulfilled lives

In stardust survive
many, many planets.

Friday, February 07, 2014

Languages are rivers.. a metaphor

I love languages. I love how they flow, just a little bit different from each other.. I find English confusing and Punjabi intriguing.. Hindi soul nourishing and Gujarati fun, Deccani fantastic and Sanskrit impressive..

Languages are like rivers... they flow on, unmindful of the banks, the villages on the side. When they are polluted, ironically, the only people who suffer are the polluters. The river itself, continues on its journey. It is the same, and yet different every day.

Sometimes, they may change course suddenly. But usually, the change is slow, imperceptible. but certain. Then one day, someone picks up a map from a century ago and whoops out of surprise. Or, we pick up an old book and wonder if its the same language we are reading. It is not. The name is the same, the flow is similar. But its not the same river.


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

ek sher..

naa sahi mera imaan qaabe qaleesa mein...
hua main hua toh kaafir hi sahi...

charchaa tera zehen-o-lab din raat......
par ab bhi shaayad tujhe main jaanta hi nahi

ho kyon naa gumaan khud par, e buut tujhe
nazar shamsheer toh hai, chahe dil sang hi sahi

palat kar aa pahunchi khud tak sada meriintehaa meri ibteda se naa-waakif hi sahi

I know who wrote it, but have been told to not mention credits..

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Mountains and Hills

If you want to trek up a hill, you can do it alone. And with some practice and grit, do it really well.

But no one, and no one, can climb a mountain alone. To conquer a mountain, you must climb with a team. And the rules of the mountains teach much.

There is no hierarchy. The respect is earned not by who pays whom, but by who knows what and who does what. The Sherpa who, strictly speaking, is a paid porter, gets much respect. Because he has been up and down that mountain many times, and because he has spent his life observing this mountain, worshipping her. He understands her moods way better than you ever will. When he tells you to turn, you always do. Because he knows better.

Imagine if we ran organisations and countries that way.. how would it be different ?