A RAPE MIND …

On hearing of the Dec 16 rape case my family exclaimed “why did she go alone at night n with her boyfriend”? Now the only difference between them n the rapist is that these people belong to educated urban middle class n myt not transform their thoughts to action but the rapist did …a slum dweller uneducated person . One of my “EDUCATED LONDON BASED” uncle says to his wife in a fit of rage … I wish u would be raped or better killed …n again …. The same difference …. WELCOME To INDIA My take on “INDIA’S DAUGHTER”

A documentary that is a mirror a portrayal of the Indian patriarchy and misogyny. While I am bound to draw the flak of many here on so called ‘outsiders ‘ shaming our hone India but still come on with it fellas for I don’t give a damn .

*to the ones who say it is glorifying rapists lemme tell you the documentary DOESN’T focus rape victims it just tried to understand why does a rapists rape. And yes CRIMINOLOGY does the same. So should it be banned?

*to the ones who say it will hamper and prejudice trial , i wanna ask why no one raised this argument when millions outside Delhi court were baying for the blood of the rapists . Wasn’t that amounting to affecting trial .

*the ones who say that a large chunk of society especially people like the rapist will be influenced by his statements n also the lawyers’, I think Bollywood with its munni n pinky does influence hell lot of people everyday . Why no ban on these shitty numbers ???
And also only a few people soul actually get access to the documentary given the fact that how many average Indians watch BBC ?

movies like RANJHANA are enough to glorify stalking .

*and lastly the documentary DOESN’T JUDGE WHAT THE MEN SAY . NOWHERE HAVE THEY (DIRECTORS) TAKEN A STANCE .

*n those who says its a conspiracy to ashame India n the rapes all over the world are not shown lemme tell u that firstly the indian version of the documentary (that is mostly pirated) doesn’t have world statistics but the original bbc documentary has it n secondly that this case has been covered just coz of the huge agitation that followed up the case which has not been seen across the world .

This thinking of ‘it needs 2 to clap ” “decent girl ” has existed in India long before this documentary . N its not only MUKESH but our godmen our parliamentarians our families which echo the exact same dialogues . Rape in Indi I a means to teach a lesson to the women …a revenge …thats what I saw in the movie BADLAPUR today . There is a sudden and shocking SAMENESS & SHAMEFULNESS’. From politicians to khaps that sanction gang rape …from police custodial rape to the Army accused of rape in JnK n northeast its all pervasive . The film only tries to understand n reflect how ordinary men are capable of brutuality and still remain unaware that they have done something monstrous .
‪#‎Athena_Coelho

LOVE IS…

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LOVE IS…
© Athena
Something peculiar about the day there was …
From no where she was having some sights fleeting before her eyes  …
Of being one with him …
Of being his forever…
Of dressing up like a princess for him ….
Something peculiar about the day there was …
And then as if suddenly she was awakened from a beautiful dream …
She heard him saying those three words to someone else…
Someone from the left lanes of past …
She knew those words were spoken just in a fleeting second …
She knew they were lifeless… Mere words
But then a part of her heart ached so badly…
Like a thorn pierced it ….
But then coz those three words belonged to her …
She had a right over them …
Annoyed n rude she ran , with the angry gushes of wind trying to corrupt and agitate her mind more ….
But she stopped …
Let it pass …
N there it was …
THE QUITE BREEZE OF HER LOVE ❤
Ruffling her hair …
Making its way through every inch of her soul …
Defeating the angry wind with its sheer calmness,poise and serenity …
Telling her that
Love is patient …
Love is kind …
Love is trusting…
Love is forgiving …
A lil voice  emanated from her inside askin ,”how could you be possessive”?
But she had an answer ..
Rather They had the answer…
They weren’t possessive …
They had never been…
They just rightfully knew what was their…
Though love is not owning or possessing …
Though its setting the one you love free…
But as he so simply n beautifully puts it

“Wat do u mean I am free,
No one is free,
The one who is free doesnt exist,
I never want to be free,
If I ever get a chance to be free,
I want to be  free with u not from u,
U r my soul,
And i want to live,”
And she knew those three words with all their life n soul belonged to her. …
Coz she was the one
Who had woven a million dreams with her ….
Who had wiped his tears …
Whose pen had given birth to a thousand words for him….
Who had tried her best to give him joys with all the small lil things she had …
WHO HAD WAITED …. AND IS STILL WAITING … NIGHTS AND DAYS …
FOR HIM TO COME HOME …
THEIR HOME ��
#ammu

ANOTHER “SEE YOU SOON”

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ANOTHER “SEE YOU AGAIN”

ATHENA
I will have to begin this adventure, this dream,  from its end because as they say ‘ends are new beginnings’. an afternoon which was an afternoon since the morning itself , where each second that ticked away was a reminiscent of the hours spent together and an ultimatum of the little time left . 
  And what made the afternoon worse was the distance , albeit a short one . a distance that she knew very well , could be  covered … could be shortened … could be vanished . 

and the volcano inside her needed just a flicker , just a syllable of his voice to seep , no , not seep …to flow … to rain through her cheeks . to rain through her heart , her soul .

“I am coming !” , she exclaimed 
” honey its too hot outside , and i cant meet for more than 5 minutes , and it would take you 1 hour to reach here ” , came the voice .
“screw it all , no matter what i am coming !”, she said with a conviction unshakable .

zip , zap , zoom and she was out on the road , trying to find something for him … something that could symbolise and embody her prayers , her blessings for him , to keep him safe . 

and inside the crowded train somehow she squeezed herself to find a seat , took out a pen and could find no paper so just scribbled onto an old advertising paper and wrote a poem for him … a last message before they could again hold each other after another 6 months . 

a halt onto a midway station and off she ran to luckily find a small portrait of lord krishna and what else did she need … other than the lord himself , the soulmate of radha … to pray for her love , to bless him , to keep him safe ffrom all that was about to happen . to keep her love safe .

and after 1.5 hours she got his glimpse. those impatient eyes , as if seeking what she had got for him kept on asking so many questions .
“you looking so fair , so much more cuter “
 “what have you got? ” , he had asked 
“nothingggggg , stop snatching my bag , u shouldn’t check a girl’s bag “, she said while trying to stop him .
they hugged , held hands, and just tried to capture , to hold every single second that could make them feel alive by the touch of each other’s skin … and the soft texture of the skin … it just seemed to traverse through her veins , into her blood and deep through her heart and into her soul … and no matter how much she stopped those stupid drops from falling they just .. oh ! when have they ever listened to her ? they just fell . a lil here , a lil there . 

And after those few minutes , it was THE TIME … the time to leave !

“may i go ? “, she said 
and those few seconds , she could never explain into a million words . His eyes … !!!!

Eyes are strange things . 
a pair of eyes that were too common to belong to anyone special 
a pair of eyes that you could just mistake as belonging to everyone , 
and yet ! yet those pair of eyes were now her world …
her reflection , her living embodiment of the love that she felt for her ,
those eyes that were her life , that just had a light …
a light that could brighten her darkest nights , 
those eyes that were more royal to her than to him , 
that defied him and obeyed her , 
talking to her , revealing his moods , revealing every secret he wanted to hold back , 
moistening every land that he wanted to leave barren ….

His voice that said ,” ok , please take care love .”
but eyes that pleaded ,” dont go ! stay back ! and hands that just twitched in her palms … hands that held her . 

i love you baby ! 
i love you too ! 
” promise me that you will write . that you will take care of yourself , u have my heart , take care of it and bring it back safely to me . “, she whispered . 


teary eyes , putting up a smile , pursing lips together , and a heavy breath she turned around 
and he stayed … stayed… opened up that lil letter , that lil parcel .

she kept on looking back … she kept on looking at her life … her heart which belonged to him , only him !!!!

AND BEGINNING OF ANOTHER WAIT !!!

” AANKHON MEIN NMI , HASI LABON PE …
   KYA HAAL HAI KYA DIKHA RHE HO ” …. 

AND IT BEGINS

AND IT BEGINS …
-ATHENA

THE bird stayed in the nest … the tiny little creature
with wings weak and heart scared ,
she listened to the tales of the faraway lands ,
from the ones that flew past her , from the winds that ruffled her feathers , from the leaves that flew in that wind …

and she closed her eyes each night dreaming of the distant lands ,
the deserts , the mountains, the snow clad peaks , the rainforests….

and one day as if from the heaven’s above shone a bright light …
warming her dull feathers …
it said though with a word of wisdom ,” oh little birdie , why ? all you want to do is just hear , sleep and dream ? go ahead my child !!! spread these dull wings
for the winds will fill it with life …
for the rain would clean them …
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u will miss this nest ! u will miss the sleep !

but as they say my lil one
” The boats are safest at the port , but that’s not where they are meant to be “

CHANGING ENDS OF LONGING

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A step taken from there , a step put here,

a feeling of leaving things , a feeling of seeking experiences

few days when i missed my strings back home , now the coming day when i miss the strings i have tied here ,

i seek where was my home ,

the place i came from …

the place i lived …

the place i learnt from …

or the place that comforted me ….

home is where the heart is ,

home is where my longing is …

home is where ur arms are ….

home is in the embrace …

home is is my brother’s pranks …

home is in her lap …

home is this life which teaches me every waking second

and engulfs me in dreams …

every sleeping hour

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