Yo Yo Honey Singh

Friends, Indians, countrymen give me your ears for I come here today not to praise modesty but to bury it. The noble elites say modesty is ancient and ‘modernism’ is today’s need but this is a grievous fault and seriously we have paid for it.

Many have criticized the celebrities who condemned the rape cases (specifically the Delhi rape) arguing that they are the ones who are one of the motivational factor behind these cases. They are the ones who objectify women in all of their productions be it movies, advertisements or most importantly ‘item’ songs.

‘Why item songs?’

‘Because woman is an item dude. Don’t you know?’

‘Use her and throw?’

‘Exactly’

Why criticize the actors for promoting visual objectification of women when we have audios which objectify women too?

Yo Yo Honey Singh!

Yes, you’ve heard that name. He started his career as a singer who sung adult Hindi/Punjabi songs and went all his way to rap in Bollywood songs.

‘But why criticize someone for his wrongs past?’

‘The point is: has he actually changed? He apparently stopped using obscene words but what he portrays has always been the same.’

Yet, Yo Yo is an honorable rapper.

His songs literally treat women as whores. People who protest with the placards of “Hang the Rapists” in the day are also being fed with the same mentality they are protesting against.

Yet, Yo Yo is an honorable rapper.

I had once heard that world today wanted something new to be high on. I never knew ‘something new’ implied ‘anything at all’.

Yet, Yo Yo is an honorable rapper.

I am told that music is something that soothes your mind and soul, something that persuades you to think. That being the case, this is not music.

The Silent Night

It was the end of September and nights had started to become a bit colder. The full moon, ruler of the night showered its milky beams upon the otherwise gloomy world. The moonlight gave a bluish hue to the Eucalyptus trees and the fireflies competed with the lamps of heaven.

The sheer silence of the scene was occasionally broken by the sharp sound of  the cricket.

“Did you see the moon?” Rahul asked Anjali.

“Yes! It’s beautiful” she replied.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

She did not respond but the wind whispered that a tear or two oozed from her sparkling eyes.

“I wish we had a world where only we existed. I would have danced with you for eternity” she said excitedly.

“Close your eyes. Let me take you to such a world.”

“Closed”

“Now see I am near you to hug you and comfort you” he said.

She tightened her arms on her own chest and hugged.

“I am feeling sleepy. Please play a song so that I may sleep calmly” she requested softly.

A song was played. The softness of music amplified into her heart and took her into an ocean of dreams and serenity. 

He paused the song to hear her breathe. Her exhalations relaxed his soul.

The moon hid behind a patch of cloud. 

“Good Night Love!” he whispered softly and hung up the call.

The Street Girl

It was the mid monsoon season, the sky full of varying hues which blended into white near the horizon. A black patch here and another white one near it gave the illusion of the world being transformed into gray-scale. Water poured as if the heaven had been flooded due to some reason and was draining its waste.

Choti was standing under a small shade on the entrance of a small house which barely guarded her from the cruel chilling rain water. Choti? Yes, that was the name she was accustomed to hear. She almost forgot she was once named Shipra. Her pink frock was torn at the edges with stains of mud all over.

Shivering bitterly of cold but the need of her belly faded away the effect of cold weather. She had not eaten a morsel since the last day. How would she have when she has nobody to cook for and feed her? She cried at times when she remembered her mother, her only parent since childhood whom fate snatched from her a month ago.

‘It is good to cry in the rain because then nobody knows that you are crying’, a statement oft repeated by people did not hold good for her. How would she get food if she did not get sympathy?

The gate behind her beautifully carved and polished with silvery color having numerous red flowers with a large glittering WELCOME written at the top. The ‘WELCOME’ caught her attention.

‘May be I can get something to eat here?’ she thought.

Knock. Knock.

A man opened the gate.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“I’ve not eaten anything Sir. If I could get some…..”

“We don’t have any food. Go, ask someone else” he shouted interrupting her and banged the door.

She turned back to move to some other option. The road was too slippery to walk. She tried a lot to be firm and hold herself but to no effect. She fell. Her blood droplets fell into the muddy water and transformed into a weird shade of brown.

‘It’s just little blood’ she consoled herself and moved.

She reached the highway. The road was almost empty with few cars moving to and fro at an interval of a minute or so. She started crossing the road with small shivering steps. All of a sudden a white BMW emerged out of nowhere; the driver tried hard but could not stop due to the slippery path.

Banggg.

She was hit with great force and thrown five meters away on her face. Blood smeared all over her face and her head bleeded heavily.

The car owner hurriedly came out of the car to look into the matter.

“Who is it?” asked his wife sitting inside the car.

“Some random street girl”

“Leave her or we’ll get into trouble. The road is empty, no one saw the accident.”

Choti was breathing heavily. The man left her, sat into the car, ignited it and went away. After driving a mile or so he played music to lighten the mood.

Choti was dying.

The Fallen Leaf

Driven by the wild selfish air,

Taken through all foul and fair,

I wonder if life always will be,

A fallen leaf yearning to get its tree.

Wind so stroked its ruthless blade,

An instant parting from life was made.

I screamed if someone could hold my fall,

My cry to the dumb world seemed small.

O you who move with pride on earth,

I too was once green with mirth,

Perplexed I’m why bliss is so brief,

Why all paths end up in grief?

I always followed the sun’s amber flight,

Amazed I was when all that was left,

With me was night!

Plant that Stood

 

 

Heaven full of dark gloomy patches,

Yonder a fierce storm approaches.

Here I stand overflowing of youth,

Agonies of life they say are sooth.

 

 

Lo! the storm impulsed me so,

Leaves n' branches stooped all low.

Hither I lie yelling of pain,

Efforts to recuperate all go in vain.

 

 

Little they know what feels being solitary,

Men do praise my flowers in flattery.

Tasting the troughs of life being doomed,

Reflected how I was once erect and bloomed.

 

 

The violent storm was followed  by rain,

Threw off all dust rejuvenated every vein.

Days passed : now my curve is gone,

And Lo! here I stand up on my own.

I reckon from the heaven a reminder was sent,

Sorrows and cheers of this life are never constant.

Listen O Slumber!

 

O puissant! intoxicating slumber,

Wherefore art thou lost?

Far and wide I dig thee,

Through all temper and frost.

 

Say! Beloved Sleep, where art thou found?

Under these lids ye silently creep,

Fly me to a world with peace profound,

Walking through dreams and visions deep.

O Mighty Sleep! sister of death,

Take me with you to heights new;

Weary I am of late with sorrows untold,

Colorful memoirs of past make me view.

Listen O Slumber! mistress of night,

Come hither I invoke thee,

Bring me the skies tied to thy flight,

Come apace here lies an impatient me.

Smile This Moment

Midst the large sad shadows,
Lost in the barren meadows,
Crying of huge griefs is vain,
Even fake smiles shun some pain.

The blazing sun truly does fade,
Blinding its rays are yet again made.
Even in blues, smiles do no harm,
A silent night too has its charm.

Brilliant roses that today do bloom,
Will die hanging withered in gloom.
Bright green leaves that today do run,
Will dry yellow on streets this autumn.

Life! My friend, a swift end venture,
Color its gray with a smiling texture.