Friday, 22 August 2014

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL WORLD: AYLA'S RED OCHRE (10,000 BC, Egypt)


10,000 BC, New Stone Age*, Somewhere along The Nile Valley, Egypt

*(Neolithic era - Egyptians are still a Negroid, "true African" population. Man has turned farmer from hunter/gatherer, has settled down in establishments and communities and owns land and residence.Cleopatra and the Europoean featured "Egyptians" are, as yet, millenia away.)


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Who first applied cosmetics on their face and when exactly and where, is a question forever lost in the annals of time. There are no indisputable, solid written records of the earliest, oldest and the most primitive manifestation of the pursuit of physical beauty. Perhaps politics, violence, wars and battles have always found importance over the more subtle, more delicate and more beautiful aspects of our growth as a society.

Therefore, we will have to rely solely on archaeological finds and faded wall paintings, and re-create the “face of beauty” in the Neolithic Era from our imagination. Some information, to serve as the basis of this “flight of fancy” we are about to indulge in, is, however, out there and has been, thankfully, found! 

For example, archaeologists have unearthed palettes (made of ivory, slate, stone etc) used to grind pigments for eye-paints in sites dating back to 10,000 BC and thereabouts*. 
Perfume bottles, eye-paints, emollients have been discovered in ancient graves, rendering the dead person equipped with cosmetics for after-life. 

When we consider these primitive samples of make-up, paired with cave-art, the early clusters of semi-permanent dwellings, the beginning of systematized agriculture and domestication of animals, we start to see the creation of an ancient framework for cultured, societal living, rich with symbolism, rituals and practices. 
This is the first time in human evolution that man and woman, have started living in large social groups and forming relationships to take the human race ahead, relationships based on cooperation and mutual dependence for resources like food, shelter, protection for the female and her children, and the privilege of sex and dispersing his genes as much as possible for males. And the interaction of males and females, for the purpose of reproduction is driven by two major stimuli - female fertility and beauty. 

And in a 10,000 BC time frame and perspective, it won't be wrong to say, fertility IS beauty. 

Lumps of red ochre and other pigments, believed to be the primitive form of lipstick, cheek rouge and eye-shadow and body paint , have been found in Middle and New Stone Age settlements and burial sites. And a look at the body-painting and mate-selecting rituals of the indigenous tribes existing today, tells us that, manipulation of the body using man-made products is not only for the frivolous purpose of beautification,but it is an important signal to the opposite sex...MAKE-UP IS A MEANS OF COMMUNICATION.

But how do we start our journey? And wherefrom? Is there a direction? Which way do the recent finds of historians take us? 
Well, I personally believe that these old, primitive archaeological pointers lead us to the banks of the mighty Nile, the cradle of human civilization, in the bountiful Africa, where we meet the young Ayla and her community.

AYLA's RED OCHRE 

It all began when the women set out to fool the men!! 


Ayla has just had her initiation rite. The rite of passage from girl child to woman. It is a puberty ritual she has observed among the women of her community since she was a little girl. She has seen her sisters, her friends go through it. And to be honest, she was kind of waiting to transform from a child to a young woman, marked by her first menstruation. She has been of little value to her community as a girl child. A woman, however, is a different story. 

A young girl with big eyes and a complexion the colour of the silky dark Nile clay, Ayla has noticed her own body change from lithe, athletic and rough from playing in the mud and sand all day, to elongated, rounded, curvy and graceful. Her mother has told her over and over again that she will not attract a single mate if she went about looking like a young boy. She knows now, with her initiation into the group of "young women" she will have to give up playing in the sun. But still Ayla has enjoyed this process of growing up. It is as if she is in on some beautiful, intriguing secret! 

There has been much singing and dancing at her initiation ceremony. It was an all woman affair. Ayla was bathed, smeared in perfumed oils, tattooed with the mark of their tribe, her hair has been elaborately braided and her face, lips and arms and legs have been painted with Red Ochre. (Red Ochre is an earth pigment found in clay that has large contents of iron in the form of Hematite) 
From looking at most of the women around her, Ayla can say from now on, Red Ochre will play a very important role in her beauty regime. 


The Nile Valley has become pretty dense with people as compared to what it was even fifty generations ago - so dense that simply hunting and gathering food is not enough anymore.            


(Picture courtesy: www.historyforkids.org/learn/egypt)
           

Ayla’s father is the head of their mid-sized community that consists of mostly peasants. Her family owns some land, quite a few cows and pigs and a very airy and sunny semi-permanent dwelling constructed with mud. Her father is the leader not because he owns the largest piece of land, but because he is believed to be the strongest of all the men around and therefore capable of protecting the community in the eventuality of an attack.


Ayla is not sure if she will live out her entire life here. The river Nile has a mischievous tendency of flooding. Her father says it is this flood that makes the soil richer every time it sweeps the land, but Ayla knows the women live in the fear of having to move if their settlement is flooded. Everything is always more difficult for women than for men. Women cannot fight or hunt or do really heavy chores in the fields, so they stay back having children, taking care of their men and brood, and chaffing and grinding grains and charring meat over fire. A mass movement from this settlement will not only mean extra hard work for the women-folk of the community, but also fear of violence, abduction and violation from members of other hostile communities and tribes.


       (Picture courtesy: www.history.com)

In such volatile conditions, Ayla understands that as a woman her safety lies in securing a mate as fast as possible and reproducing. However, there is a slight glitch in the plan. 

The mature women in Ayla's community are divided into three categories - the ones that are old and cannot reproduce, the ones that are pregnant or lactating and therefore cannot be of much interest to the menfolk for some time and the ones, like Ayla herself, that are young, attractive and not pregnant and therefore ready to be "taken"....ready to lure the dominant males away from the women they have already impregnated.

This, the women will not allow. Ayla's Red Ochre is not her's alone.

Menstruation and fertility are a big deal in Ayla's time and community. Reproductive stress is high on the women as they are dependent on men for food, shelter and protection. 
And therefore, Ayla learns, the women work as a strong coalition...a community within a community...they help each other by manipulating the men's mating behaviour - with the help of the colour "red".

Ayla's older sisters explain it to her. In an emerging social structure where the rules of monogamy have not yet been laid down, the reproductive investment of women is far greater than that of men. Physically, it is the women who have to bear the brunt of keeping the community thriving, whereas, for men the best way is to mate with as many fertile women as is possible and then to not stick around for the entire duration of bringing up the children. The men go on in the search for more women who are fertile and not pregnant. 

To stop this philandering of their mates, who provide them food and shelter, the pregnant and lactating women in Ayla's community fake their fertility. 

This is called "Sham Menstruation". The women dress up and make-up in the same way a young, fertile, non-pregnant girl would. Earlier they used to wear a lot of red flowers. But as red flowers are unreliable in the dry heat of Egypt, they use Red-Ochre to paint their lips, cheeks and bodies to give out the signal that they are "fertile and therefore desirable." 

And then, since they live in a community with a strong and protective women's coalition, they deprive their men of sex....every woman together at the same time. The women go on a sort of "Sex-Strike". And no woman breaks the rules of this "fertility sisterhood". 

This confuses the men to no end. While the way the entire womenfolk dress up and put red paint on themselves, screams "yes"; the way they ignore the men and behave, yells "no".

Biology yells "YES!", while behaviour yells "NO!".

The signal one gender sends out loud and clear to another gender is that they are fertile and capable of having babies, but they are temporarily unavailable. 
The men therefore, busy themselves with working on fields, growing grains, hunting the odd animal for meat and bringing home food.

Ayla is intrigued to no end, but is willing to participate in this elaborate charade. She is readily willing to share her Red-ochre with other women to smear on themselves and fake menstruation, so that no woman of the community is deserted and their supply of food and shelter continue unhindered.

(At this point in time these women are not even aware that thousands of years later, the colour "red" will still be the colour of sexual attraction, intrigue and fertility...that men will still be mysteriously drawn to a woman's red stained lips, red rouged cheeks, red clothes and red heels...Red, will forever be the colour of finding a mate and keeping him!)

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Ayla is learning about so many new things she always knew the grown women never told the children.

Red Ochre clay mixed with water is a beautiful colour to paint the body and face with. It is the most commonly used cosmetic Ayla sees around her. Almost everyone is painting their lips, eyes, cheeks and bodies with Red Ochre.

Myrrh, Thyme and Chamomile, tied in a soft cloth bundle, smell so good and fresh and spicy that Ayla sometimes goes to sleep with such little bundles on her person.

Ayla’s personal favourite is Lavender. It makes her smell beautiful and mysterious. It calms her down.

Nine parts animal fats mixed with one part perfumed resin is an excellent and long lasting skin emollient.

Burning natural resins gives off a very beautiful fragrance.

Myrrh oil is used to protect against sunburns under the harsh Egyptian Sun and is an anti-inflammatory and antiseptic, anti-microbial and an astringent. 
It is also useful against infections of feminine private parts and can also ease painful menstruation. 
Swirling water with a few drops of Myrrh oil in the mouth makes bad breath go away. It can also stop wounds from bleeding.

Rosemary, Cedar, Marjoram, Moringa, Frankincense, Rose are all used by Ayla, her mother and sisters, as perfumes, essential oils and emollients.But they are expensive. 

Olive oil and almond oil keep the skin smooth and shiny and slow the appearance of wrinkles. 
In fact some Sweet Almond Oil and two drops of essential oil of Frankincense, applied to the face in circular massaging motions is a tried and tested method of preserving youthful skin for a very long time, Ayla has been told.

Drawing the waterline and lash line of eyes thickly with kohl (a mixture of soot, ash, crushed burnt almonds and ochre, black manganese oxide, powdered antimony, malachite, verdigris, resin etc) makes the eyes stand out and look sensuous and attractive.
Painting the eyes is also supposed to protect them from the harsh sun.

Henna is good for temporary tattoos.

Hair on the head was, however, best worn in a tight braid, or many tight braids after oiling it with perfumed olive or almond oil. 

A good way to keep hair looking slick and black is to smear it with a paste of soot mixed in animal fat. The men prefer their hair to be completely shaved off. 
In the heat of Egypt, a shaved head means less sweat and no lice infestation. 

Clay from the banks of the Nile help with keeping the skin tight and cool against the rough weather and also helps in avoiding boils and pimples.


Cream churned from milk, when added to honey, is an excellent skin softener.

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Ayla understands that her pursuit of beauty and all the oiling, massaging, tattooing and face painting will eventually cause strife between two or more young men of her community. Someone will fight someone to death, just to possess her.
Or she will be betrothed to the chief of a larger, mightier tribe, somewhere unknown to her as yet, on the banks of Nile- in a matrimonial deal that will ensure the prosperity of her tribe.Thereafter, her only duty would be giving birth to and rearing child after child and cooking, cleaning and grinding wild grains. 

And then,  if she doesn't send out those "red-ochre painted" confusing signals to her mate, of being fertile but temporarily unavailable, her importance and requirement will simply decrease directly proportional to her age. Like her father, her possessor too will desert her in search for younger females who can give him yet more children.

If that is the way it works, Ayla is ready for it. After all, food and shelter for herself and the children she will have in the future, is of utmost importance. Therefore, she has no objections to the women pampering her and themselves in preparation for a well-planned fertility scam. 

Being beautiful and desirable feels good. And the meaning of beauty in Ayla's community, is fertility. 


Little does she know, that over the next few millenia, Egypt will be home to some of the most physically beautiful women in the world - women who will go on to set some of the most iconic and outstanding trends in beauty.

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References:
* Universal World History, Volume One, Edited by J.A Hammerton
Painted Ladies by Kate Douglas, www.newscientist.com
Fashions in Makeup: From Ancient to Modern Times by Richard Corson
From Interaction to Symbol: A systems view of the evolution of signs and communication by Piotr Sadowski
The Mammoth Hunters, Book Three by Jean M. Auel
www.historyforkids.org/egypt
www.historyofcosmetics.net
Women in Pre-Historic Art by Camilla Power
www.cosmeticsinfo.org


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Sunday, 10 August 2014

CURTAIN RAISER - IT'S A BEAUTIFUL WORLD!




"Love of beauty is taste; creation of beauty is art." - Ralph Waldo Emerson


Since time immemorial, mankind has been in the pursuit of physical perfection. A world divided by race, religion, culture, language, colour, sexual orientation and distribution of wealth, comes together in its eternal quest for beauty. Men and women, rich and poor, the Caucasian and the African, pale and tanned, red and yellow, Hindu and Christian and Muslim, theist and atheist, gay and straight, royalty and working class....every single person on this planet, everywhere, at every moment is striving to achieve beauty, in some form or the other.

This universal human pursuit of beauty has often made us look at Nature for inspiration, has motivated scientific breakthroughs, has propelled trades and businesses (from ancient inter-civilization trades between Indus Valley and Mesopotamia, to current multi-gazillion dollar luxury brands) and has challenged the convention of "being content with what we have". No, we never did, do not and will not ever accept the look biology gave us. Since the beginning of written (or cave-painted) history we have been adding, concealing, colouring, weaving, braiding, priming, waxing, threading, conditioning, bleaching and generally manipulating the body we are born with.
Our wish to look, feel and be beautiful is our ancestor's gift to us which has been passed on from generation to generation over countless centuries and countless eras. 

But how or where did it start? Not the quest for beauty - that is ingrained in everything Nature made, including plants and animals, from the richly coloured peacocks to the dainty, vibrant, dancing flowers - but the definition of what is beautiful and what is not. 
Who defined what is beautiful? Who told us what is worth seeking? Genes? Art? Nature? The eyes of the beholder? 
Why is a straight nose preferred over a blunt, thick one? 
What kind of complexion does the world really wish to have? Pale and bloodless? Ruddy and weathered? Or glowing and tanned? A delicate porcelain, a golden wheat or a rich, smooth coffee? Or some other permutation? 
A curvy girl or a skinny girl? 
Flowing long hair or a bouncy, sleek bob? 
Almond eyes? Doe eyes? Limpid eyes? Liquid eyes? Sparkling eyes? Warm eyes? Intelligent eyes?
What is the definition of a healthy glow? 
Why is it that people who keep hammering "imperfection is beautiful" secretly want a blemish free perfect skin? 
A tall, dark and handsome man with warm brown eyes or a tall, fair and handsome man with piercing ice blue eyes- who decides? 
Full lips or thin lips? Glossy lips or matte lips? 
Eyebrows - thick, thin, full, half, arched, natural, none? 
And why? 
Why this and not that?

Let's face it. Natural may be lovely, but mind-blowing, mate-catching beauty is an endeavor. A lot goes into it. 

Over the next few articles, one every week,we will deconstruct and reverse engineer the psyche behind the quest to look beautiful and desirable, era by era. We'll take an in-depth look at how changing times and changing social structures have changed our notions of beauty.

We'll start from as early in time as we can find any kind of recorded history of, way before Christ, and journey down the lanes of prettiness to medieval ages to the Renaissance period to today, here, right now. I will also take a look at the beauty culture in India, including beauty rituals that have passed on for generations amongst the women of my own family.

Come with me on a journey across time, through melting canvases of beauty, through ideas that have time and again contradicted themselves, through ever changing, ever new dogmas of loveliness. Meet people from places near and far and from eras gone by and hear from them what they thought was the definition of physical perfection in their time and their place.
Some of their ideas may shock you, some you may find downright absurd and hilarious and some you may agree with. See for yourself how far man is willing to go in the quest for physical (or, at least facial) perfection.
Take a look at the face of beauty as reflected on the mirror of time.

Bon Voyage!


And I hope we shall emerge from this journey a little more appreciative of the beauty Nature has bestowed upon the human form and be thankful that today we have more independence, more choices, safe medical practices and a more accepting society than our ancestors had - in terms of FACE VALUE.
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August 10th, 2014
Kent
Ohio

Sunday, 11 May 2014

My random & quick two pennies on Mother's Day!


While the Mother's Day cheer is still in the air...I thought I should write this down (lest I forget to share these thoughts with all of you) 

Motherhood is a state of the mind....not a state of the physical body. 
Children should only be conceived out of love and out of the confidence to commit to a lifelong developmental project that never pays in cash.
Children shouldn't be borne to prove to the society that you are fertile; as is often the case in India, with tremendous pressure on young women to set everything aside and get married and have children. (often at the risk of scathing comments and scoldings and caustic remarks)

It is rather strange that many senior Indians have this thought process...because in our mythology, Devaki was the birth mother of Lord Krishna, and yet every mention of His childhood paints the picture of foster mother Yashoda in all her resplendent, affectionate glory in our minds. Sad as it may sound, there are many real life mothers who have been known to resent their babies,refuse to feed them,go into post-partum depression and think motherhood ruined their lives in general...and on the other hand, there are many childless people who are reservoirs of unconditional love.

If you love someone selflessly and limitlessly,understand someone like a soulmate and are ready to defend someone from the big bad world at all costs - anyone - a child, an elderly,a friend or even an animal...there, you are a mother! 

Happy Mother's Day to everybody. Because we all are capable of loving unconditionally....with or without the labor pains.

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Kent, OH

USA

Friday, 7 March 2014

THE LIPSTICK LECTURES AND COMPACT CHRONICLES

   March 8th is celebrated worldwide as International Women’s Day. That means people will have a temporary ceasefire on the gender war that is going on silently between the sexes since time immemorial and felicitate the females for a day. Long passages and short text messages, picture messages and video messages will circulate throughout the day, most of which will say women are the best and how would men live if women weren’t around etc. Some of these, however, will be thinly veiled misogynist sarcasm. (e.g Have a happy  Women’s Day, ladies and for God’s sake do everyone a favour by not driving!) But yes, pretty much every message, e-mail or Facebook status today will have something to do with how wonderful women are!

   I too am sitting here writing an article about women (definitely related to women, at any rate) on the occasion of Women’s Day. It is not a real serious topic – like rape or female infanticide or human trafficking or dowry. I know those issues are staring us right in the face and enough has been written and said and discussed on blogs, forums, TV shows, newspapers and Facebook. But I do not want to present women as sufferers and victims. Enough of that is being done as we speak. This article has nothing to do with any burning social issue. It is on the, shall we say, more fun end of the spectrum.

That, however, is not to say it is completely frivolous.

My humble attempt at something on the lighter side may be considered serious, or not-serious depending on your perspective. Your perspective towards life and morals and behaviour.

If you are with me so far, thank you. Read on!

Women have long been censured and made fun of, by the media, by their husbands and boyfriends and by the society in general, for using a lot of products and taking a lot of time to beautify themselves. From Cleopatra to Claudia Schiffer, from Marilyn to me, women of all eras, all ages, all ethnicities are united by their love for looking good. And feeling good about it.

It doesn't matter what we women really look like or if we fit in with the classical definitions of beauty. Our faces may be launching a thousand pimples everyday instead of a thousand ships a la Helen of Troy. It doesn't matter if our complexions are milky or peachy or dusky or dark or fair or tanned or bronze or beige or sandy or caramel. Doesn't matter if we have a button nose or a Grecian nose or a cute li’l piggy nose. Doesn't matter if we are blondes, brunettes, redheads or any shade in between. Doesn't matter if we are 30A or 36C or 40EEE. Doesn’t matter if we make a lot of moolah or are perennially broke. (I could really go on and on about the things that don’t matter, but let’s get to the point now.)

Irrespective of where we come from, our race, our genetics, our culture, our beliefs - it is a fact universally acknowledged that women are notorious for the amount of time they take to look good and get ready!

Nobody, however, is frank and courageous enough to agree that in an increasingly destructive, harsh, big bad world where everything is getting uglier by the day; from the environment kids are growing up in to the very face of Mother Earth - there’s this group of special creatures out there known as “women”, which is putting some beauty back into the scene. 
(Oh come on! Admit it, already! You like looking at the face of a well groomed woman who takes care of herself)

Why do women (ranging from hardened corporate bosses to scientists to nubile college goers to homemakers) devote so much time to beautify themselves? Just for a handful of compliments from other people? Surely not. That is a thing of the past. Surely the 21st century woman has come a long way from decking up just to please people. Why else would the single girl groom herself as much as the girl with a steady boyfriend or the lady married for ten years? No matter how back-breaking our daily schedules are, we will find some time to take care of ourselves. And not for a few compliments thrown our way.

But why has the 21st century woman - after so many vigorous and rigorous women’s liberation campaigns that have asked us to go braless and not shave our underarms and wear unflattering attires and not put a speck of colour on our faces - not stopped investing quality time (and money) in beautifying herself?  If anything, the beauty industry is booming unlike ever before. Why are we still purchasing so many cleansers and moisturizers and foundations and lipsticks as our academic degrees and salaries are climbing higher and higher?

Well?

Is there a philosophy behind all the primping and pruning, we are silently trying to whisper to the world? What do our daily cosmetics and skin care products really tell us and the world...other than tall claims of making us picture perfect? If all those beautiful little jars and pots and bottles and compacts on a woman’s dressing table could talk; perhaps they would have spoken thus :

Cleanser- Don’t carry baggage! The day is gone, wash it off! Get rid of the negativity.

Exfoliator -  Sometimes you know something is harming you and yet you don’t want to let go of it. A bad memory, a bad relationship, a bad job. It takes some extra scrubbing...some harder work than usual to wash away that extra bit of dirt – from your face and from your life - but do it anyway, once in a while.

Toner- Tighten up your belts, pull up your socks, don’t be slack - tomorrow is going to be a brand new day!

Moisturizer – But remember to do whatever you do softly! Don’t hurt anyone, including yourself!

Sunscreen – You are responsible for your own safety. Protect yourself at all times. Protect that pretty face, protect that money purse, protect that kind heart and protect that beautiful mind. Everything is more fun when you know you are safe.

Primer – Make sure you smooth out a surface before you build on it. Be it anything - make-up, buildings, careers or relationships.

Foundation – A foundation is also called a “base”. Self-explanatory. Whether you are building a life with someone or gaining knowledge as a student or building a career of your dreams or simply doing artistry on your face with makeup brushes,make sure you have the right foundation - the right base. This alone will determine how long anything in your life - from your marriage to your make-up - will last.

Concealer – Made a mistake? Spotted a few red marks? Then stop and correct them right away! Do not ignore blemishes – on your skin or on your life – and continue to build upon a blotchy, uneven, imperfect base. It is okay. Nobody is perfect. But we can all definitely put some effort into trying to be perfect. What is life after all, if not an endless effort to attain perfection? Mother Nature does it through seasonal changes and evolution!

Powder – A great work of art is never complete without finishing touches. You do it when you cook, you do it when you sew, you do it when you take a bath...you add finishing touches to everything. Then why not to all things big and small in your life? Put some finishing touches on the business document you are working so hard on, and see how delighted you are with your own work (and your boss too, of course). Put some finishing touches to the decoration of your room and you’ll be pleasantly surprised when you walk into in again. Raw is good but finishing touches are exquisite!

Eye-Make up (eye shadows, mascara, eyeliners, kohl) – You always open the windows before you open the door. Keep them beautiful and attractive. Windows show you the world outside and for someone on the outside; they give a glimpse of what’s on the inside. You see the world through the windows, before you decide whether to open the door at all, and the world gets a glimpse of you – of your soul - through the windows. Keep the soul unstained and the windows beautiful. Always.

Lipstick – Your smile in the best thing about you. Your face and someone’s world light up when you smile. Somewhere in the world someone works hard and prays hard everyday, just so you keep smiling beautifully. That gentle curve of your lips is the shortest distance between two hearts. There is a reason why the “M” shaped double curve of our top lip is called Cupid’s Bow. Keep those lips smooth and ready-to-smile. Don’t purse them or show your cynicism and sarcasm by twitching them on one side...you might be breaking someone’s heart with a mere disapproving pursing of your lips. Those lips are also your very own spokesperson...the last checkpoint before you blurt out the words your tongue has formed. Beautiful lips are justified only when the words that come out of them are beautiful and meaningful.

Perfume – A life that doesn’t leave a lot of grace, a lot of good memories and remembrances behind is so tragic! Would it not be nice to have people remember you after you have left a place –be it a party or the world- with nice feelings you invoked in them? Like you remember your mother by the feelings of comfort and security and by the smell of home-cooked food? Like you remember a bright sunny day by the smell of freshly laundered clothes, and that remembrance fills you with delight? But how exactly you wish to be recalled unto people’s minds, is, to a large extent, in your own hands. What would you rather remind people of? Warmth of acceptance or fear of rejection? Flowers or thorns? Perfume or stench? Choose for yourself, and behave accordingly!

Those are few things that I have learned from my collection of cosmetics. Try listening to yours’ sometime! They speak!

It is not a bad thing to want to look groomed and sorted out. Every culture has thousands of years of history about the tradition of beauty rituals. But please do remember, behind that glowing skin and that worked out body and those beautifully arched eyebrows of the woman/women in your life, there is a heart that feels and a mind that thinks.

Cherish your special lady and rejoice in all her aspects! Everything comes together to make her the magnetic, attractive and mind-blowing person she is.

HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY, FOLKS! 

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Thanks once again! Hope you love reading my articles as much as I loved writing them!

Love


Pallavi
Kent, OH, US
March 8th, 2014

Saturday, 22 December 2012

THE WOMAN'S APOCALYPSE



"Some say the world will end in fire
 Some say in ice...."


Doesn't look like it will end either way. Fire and ice are too mild and tame for mankind's brutal strength.
21st December 2012 came and went and here we are...ruthless as ever, shameless as ever, drunk in our vulgar bravado...continuing with our wretched lives. There is no Apocalypse for us. Nothing can kill us. We will live on and on like cockroaches. The only way we shall go, perhaps, is when we finish each other off.

When I titled the last post with a smiley, saying I will be back soon, I wasn't aware that a 23 years old, bright young paramedic, a victim of prolonged gang-rape and brutalization, will lie dying in a Delhi hospital with gangrene spreading rapidly inside her body. Her uterus will probably never work anymore and almost all of her intestines are gone.

I wasn't ready for this.

I am, like my fellow countrymen, pretty roughened and weathered by all those bold headlines I see in newspapers every day. Murder, rape, molestation, child abuse,theft, robbery, scams and other assorted national pastimes. Like the average Indian, these things do not shock me out of my skin. They used to,but not anymore. Two days without one bad news and I start thinking the news people are a lazy bunch.I have read the worst. The very worst. Brothers killing brothers, mothers selling off daughters, young girls beating babies to death, fathers raping infant daughters, innocent animals being set on fire, women being stripped and paraded...what have you. I thought nothing could shock me anymore. I thought I knew it all.
But nothing I have ever read in my daily newspaper, which I peruse religiously every morning, could have prepared me (and I am sure any of you) for this. NOT FOR THIS!

There is this young girl I know who has just entered her teens. At school she is learning all about the various body systems in details. Respiratory system, nervous system, circulatory system et al. Sometimes she shows me the complicated biological diagrams she has to draw. Veins, organs, arteries. But a thousand times more complicated than any of her intricately accurate bio diagrams was one simple remark she made after hearing about the Delhi gang rape case.

"How can her intestine get ruptured through rape? Isn't the intestine a part of the digestive system? Isn't the digestive system way different from the reproductive system, which is the primary system involved in cases of rape?"

This one doubtful question from one teenaged girl (who dreams of becoming a doctor someday), underlines, highlights and focuses boldly the sheer brutality we harbour in our hearts for one another.

Drunk uneducated male rapists are the worst of the lot no doubt, but remember baby Falak? The infant who was thrashed by a teenaged girl? Fractured skull, broken arms, human bite marks, cheeks branded with hot iron, the baby left for a better world after battling with death for around 60 days at AIIMS. A charge of culpable homicide was slapped against the teenager who had thrashed and beaten and vented all her anger on the baby. She, this 14 years old murderess, herself, has been abused, assaulted, raped and made to have sex with at least seven men per day for as long as she can remember.

Given a chance, it seems to me, that each one of us - irrespective of our gender - will not bat an eyelid before tearing another human body to pieces. Reasons could be so many. But it all results in brutalization in one way or another.

Why are we so violent? So brutal? Why are we so angry? Where is all this angst coming from? How can we have fun tearing someone's uterus and intestines apart with an iron rod? Is it funny? Will it make us laugh? How can we have fun slapping, hitting, kicking, screaming, punching and struggling? The act of sex wasn't meant for this.Even if I cut out all the romance and affection we generally associate with sex, even if, for argument's sake, we see sex as only an animal method of procreation, violence and brutalization were never meant to play any part in it.

There was, there is and there will be no need for iron rods in sex. Or even rape.

And if this heinous crime which has rocked us was an act of venting out anger, then we go back to my first question again...why are we so angry? Why are we so angry with women, babies and men who try to defend them? Why do we always want to teach women a lesson? What is wrong with us? Who is messing our brains up? Or were we like this since the beginning? Is civilization only a veneer as thin as a virgin's hymen? If not then why does it give away at the slightest of excuses and expose our bloody ugly faces?
If a woman cannot stop herself from being dragged and raped can she please please please beg not to be ruptured, torn and infected in every possible manner? Can rapists please be content with focusing on sexual intercourse and not harm heads, ears, noses, stomachs, hands, legs and every thing inside them? What is the next level, after iron rods? Nails and hammers? Road levellers? Crushers and shredders? Chainsaws? Mixers and grinders? A whole range of industrial machinery to assist with brutalization after rape?

Why are we hurtling so rapidly back to the dark ages?

People come up with loads of papers and articles on the psychology behind rape. How a rapist's mind works. How it is not about sexual pleasure but about a demonstration of dominance. How some men are angry at the mind boggling progress women have made over the last few decades and being unable to compete with the girls on an intellectual plane, they want to "teach them a lesson" physically.

But brutalization? How do you explain that? Let me talk in crude, vulgar, downright shameful words and make you cringe a little. Let me spell out in clear, sharp words what we all know of this case and will not lucidly state.
How do you explain the sadistic need of inserting a rusty iron rod inside a woman's vagina and jabbing it into her with so much anger and force that it goes past the cervix, bores a hole through the uterus and embeds itself into the small intestine, after you are done raping her with your biological organ?

I will tell you why those monsters did not feel for one second that the person lying naked and bleeding under them was a person at all. Because women are a different species altogether. Women are not what is scientifically called Homo sapien (Linnaeus, 1758). Only men make up Homo sapiens. Women are just two things - a pair of breasts and one vagina. THAT IS ALL.

We women are not human.

That is why the same friends and relatives who will innocently play with a female infant cannot stop ogling at her breasts once she reaches puberty. Women are not human. We are not living creatures, in fact.
We can't think, we don't feel pain, we don't feel hunger or thirst, we don't laugh, we don't cry, we can't learn, we can't love, we can't hate. we can't decide...and the best is, if you cut us open we won't bleed, like you will. We can't walk, run, sit or stand. Oh come on! A pair of breasts and a vagina cannot cry, laugh or feel. Even to feel pain they have to be connected to a brain via some nerves. But we do not have that as well. We are just two functional breasts and one functional vagina connected somehow by a rubber or wooden structure. Rubber and wood don't bleed or hurt, do they?

And therefore, what is so wrong and strange in abusing us, cutting us open, humiliating us, raping us, burning us, slitting our throats, rupturing our organs (again, all rubber), tying us up, parading us, killing us?

Sometimes, just some times, when you are in a better mood, or when some woman has allowed your sperms to mingle with her ovum and handed the resultant product over to you, you may be benevolent enough to call us goddesses, put us on a pedestal, write poems and songs, call us THE MOTHER, make films and stir up storms over coffee tables about our greatness.

And then, it is back to abusing, cutting, humiliating, raping, burning.

I am sorry I was born a girl. And then dared to grow up into a woman. I apologize. I will try not to be a female next time.
But this time I don't want to spend the rest of my life doubting every male I know. I don't want to love and live half hearted, with a quiet fear in the back of my mind that I can be brutalized the moment I need to be "taught a lesson".
I don't want to close the door on every unknown person's face, who comes asking for a glass of water. I don't want to travel around with an arsenal of weaponry like Swiss knives and pepper sprays to hurt people around me. I want to meet new people and make new friends. I don't want to spend all my time clutching my bag to my chest so I can avoid being groped there. I want to travel without bags and scarves sometimes at least. Sometimes I want to just look ahead towards the road I am walking and not keep engaging my side vision. I don't want to be on the lookout for people who may hurt me all the time.
I don't want to indiscriminately hate an entire gender. Don't make me. Please.

I have just one more question. Is there a "God for women" too? Do women count on God's list as living things? Or is the "God for women" dead? If not, then why hasn't He (or She) equipped us with any natural form of defence against the atrocities the "God for men" has designed for us. Almost every other female animal is equipped to protect herself from violation - a lioness, a tigress, a she-elephant, a leopardess, a cat, a bitch - speed, strength, teeth, claws - they all have some means of protection or the other. The only population left defenceless and helpless is the human female.

I don't know if the Mayans knew anything about the end of human life and I don't know if they were really entirely wrong, even though 21st December is gone without any noticeable change on the face of Earth. Because if you feel enough, you will know that for women it is the end of humanity as we knew it. The prediction was correct.

The "women's" apocalypse just went by.


Tuesday, 6 November 2012

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Sunday, 23 September 2012

The Ice Cream Seller's Song

Do you have a similar memory from the days of your childhood? Could be anyone...someone who sold candy floss in tiny packets, or candy, or mint or tiny black sweet and sour balls made of tamarind and other unknown things, or may be a tea shop you visited often, or a seller of sweets you couldn't do without...someone? Something?
Did you come back from school, throw your bag somewhere and rush out to play with your group of friends (as opposed to going for endless tuitions or whiling away time playing computer games)? Do you miss those days?


(By the way, the ice cream seller did not sing...that's a poetic licence I have allowed myself to take.)

I do not know if this poem has much of what seasoned poets would call poetic brilliance. The language is simple to the extent of being plain and there is no intricate or complicated wordplay.
It will also be of no use to you in increasing your vocabulary. Still, it is close to my heart. Very close. Don't know why.
Perhaps somethings are best expressed when they are expressed in the simplest possible manner.






THE ICE CREAM SELLER'S SONG


I


Jingle! Jingle! The bells ring out
And all of us, we run
The Ice Cream Seller! Here he comes!
Oh dear, what fun!

Quickly the box opens up
We crowd to see his wares
Our mothers shout "You greedy kids!"
We let them shout, who cares?

For every noon when the sun is up
And we are down in dumps
With jingling bells and ready smile
The Ice Cream Seller comes

Little hands inside little pockets go
One pice and two and three
"I'll have butterscotch", "Vanilla here!"
"May I have one for free?"

Orange bars and Mango lollies
And lots and lots of cream
Frozen ice to melt in your mouth
Its like your sweetest dream.

My lovely days of childhood
The touch of my Mother's hand
The group of friends, the Ice Cream man
It was a fairy land!


II


As we grew, the times changed
I saw my friends less
School and books and marks and grades
And subjects, all a mess

When in the noon, with books closed 
I'd pretend to snatch a nap
My eyes gazed at the lane below 
From the narrow window crack

No rushed footfalls, no endless chats
Just the Sun and the sultry noon
We had more important things to do
We were growing up too soon.


III

Two decades went by (time never stops)
Our childhood group now scattered
Some dreams of mine had come true
But, all child-like fancies shattered

My big old house, the faces known
The thoughts of a carefree mind
Adulthood, money and success, made
Me leave them all behind

I got in touch with old friends
We spoke of long ago
What became of the ice cream man
We never came to know

But we knew we had grown up
On his tasty treats and songs
For those simple treats that made our day
The child in my heart still longs

Years have passed and we all are now
Important, rich and strong
But as long we live, we shan't forget
The Ice Cream seller's song!


Pallavi  
(Composed in  2005...or 2004, 
don't really remember), Pune



I know, I know! This poem is pretty crude. The build up, the language, the flow of thoughts. I am open to admitting that. My apologies for this childish, simple verse. But that ain't the point!

The point is, what have we achieved and what have we left behind in order to achieve that? Was the barter truly, honestly worth it? How have you really changed the world for better after you bade your own world, your own people, farewell? Why can't we have it all? Family, childhood friends, people we know, people who make us feel comfortable and our career - all in one place? 

But I guess,when the time comes, birds must fly away from the nest. 

That is the point. 

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