The Blame Is On Her...

She opens her eyes to loneliness. The room is dark except for the faint light which creeps in through the blinds, letting shadows of vehicles passing by adorn the ceiling. She shifts her gaze to the man she was sharing her bed with, only to find him in a deep and comforting slumber. He was what society defined a perfect man and if perfection was requisite to be happy, then she would have been happy. It has been 11 years since she realized she wasn’t anywhere close to that happiness, to that peace of living life the way it should be. 

She crawls out of the bed before the alarm could fill the air with its harsh titter, and makes her way to the adjacent room. A child snuggled under a blanket with a gentle smile on his lips, makes her heart melt in ways she had felt only for one man. A man she had let go off when she should have hold on to. 

Every day as she watches her husband read bed time stories to their child, she hates herself a bit more for wanting a different man in his place. Every night as he slides next to her and runs his hands on her body, she shuts her eyes and imagines another man touching her. She can’t help but loath herself for she knows, the present could have been different, if only…

She has a past she relives in her mind every day, a past she wishes every moment that she could alter. A woman in love she once was, in love with a man who returned her sentiments, maybe bountifully more. She was proud to be the one who loved less for she knew that he would never let go of her. The man loved her and fulfilled her desires, irrespective of his material constrictions and his struggling life. Everything he wanted to be was more for her and less for him, more for being able to keep her forever and less for living his dream. But he knew her too well to know that one day, she will let go of him for what she called, a practical life beyond compromises. He had warned her earlier.

And she did exactly what he predicted. She let go of him for a wealthy man, a better man which her father pointed out to her. He was perfect in her eyes and all she had to do next was to fall in love with him. A good house, a husband with a benevolent character and she believed that with time, she will fall in love with him. She left her lover for a life on a plate readily served to her. He loved her too much to hold her back. 

A faint touch on her chin brings her back to where she was. She smiles at her son with her lips while her eyes mirror the pain her heart was going through. Why couldn’t she love the man she was married to? Her life was perfect society said, but why wasn’t she smiling? Why did she let go of him when all he asked was her to believe in him and in the love they shared? 

Sometimes, she drives by his home on her way back after dropping her child to school. Where there was once a tiny studio apartment, now stood a mansion with a gold address plate on the gate screaming his name. He became everything he said he will, but he now shared it all with a woman who believed in him.

Now, her existence is haunted by questions, the answers to which she cannot ignore. If only she had believed in him. If only she had realized that he was the diamond which time could polish. If only she had stood by his side. 

Life was now just pretence and she knew the blame was on her.

YES TO ABORTION...

So Yes I support abortion. Now before you point at me and call me a baby killer or stamp the tag of being a woman who might have aborted a baby, let me tell you I have not done any such thing. But If I had to, I would and as much I would hate myself for aborting the foetus, I still will. 

Now I know that almost everyone agrees with the concept of abortion when it comes to cases of Rape and when the life of the woman might be at stake. But what about cases of unwanted pregnancies as a result of lack of usage of proper protections? I see you all frowning at it now. Now according to me there are four sets of people who are against the concept of abortion- 

1) The Married people- These people do not mind having a baby, since the society wont look down on them if the woman gets pregnant.

2) The Virgins- This set of people will stand outside and just give their viewpoints, without actually trying to step into the minds of those who are going through it.

3) The Lucky Ones- They used protection and even when they did not, it never made the girl pregnant.

4) Those who don’t believe in pre-marital sex.

I respect their viewpoints and they might be right, but that does not make me wrong. Now I am not going to talk about abortion as a result of rape but I am referring to sex between two people who are really in love which resulted in pregnancy and no they are not married. I see you all rolling your eyes already and that is exactly what your problem is.

We have reached an age where more than half of the crowd which is getting married, is not anywhere close to being a virgin. This is the time of pre-marital sex and everyone is enlightened enough to know about protections. No one wants to take a risk and I don’t think there is anything called as unprotected sex anymore, especially if it is before marriage and with the consent of both the parties to it. Either the guy uses condom, or the girl uses the pill before 72 hours or the guy does not cum in her or it could be a combination of all three. Either way, people who have sex before marriage know the risks involved and thus use protection. But what if the woman still gets pregnant? Is it her fault?

Now she can do two things if she gets pregnant- 

 A-  Be an unmarried pregnant lady, thus causing the society to spit on her face. She will make her family's name dissolve into thin nothingness, make the relatives talk, get chucked out of the social circle and declared unwanted.

       B-   Abort the foetus which would have been born with the status of being unwanted or an accident.

Yes, some of you would be coming up with a solution of the boy and girl being forced to marry and thus raising the child. But what if they do not want to marry now? What if they are not secure or mature enough to deal with such a situation? What if they are just not ready for it? Yes I hear you saying, that then they should have never had sex. But who are you to decide that? Sex is a choice and it’s not for the bystanders to decide. 

I do not support abortion after the foetus is 20 weeks old. But I will still support it if it endangers the life of the woman. We have a right over our own body and we are at liberty to choose. Do not be against abortion if you believe in pre marital sex, and if you do not believe in pre marital sex don’t judge those who do. It is their choice not yours.  

P.S- This is my viewpoint and I am in no way starting a debate here. If you are against abortion, good for you but do not think that leaving anonymous unnecessary comments under this post, will change the way I think. If you have anything to say, say it with poise and if you want to shoot me down with your harsh words, dedicate a post against this on your blog.

How to Win an argument with a Woman??

I am giving away the most life changing solution here. As much as I am scared of being banished from the kingdom of muliebrity, I will still take my chances here. Men all around the globe have been researching on this topic and you can find numerous videos on youtube by the sterner sex trying to crack this question. Below you will find a step wise guide to ultimately defeating your female in a battle of arguments.

STEP 1- Find the Hidden meaning. When your woman starts to yell about the garbage can not being emptied by you the previous night, it is definitely not the only thing she is yelling about. Take a second to scan your one week history, because your woman is yelling at you for more reasons than just a garbage can. It could be something as random as the 2 second look you gave to another woman while dining with your girl.

STEP 2- Don’t let her stray from the point. Now that you know that there is a hidden agenda behind her GARBAGE CAN story, try to restrict her arguments to just the complaint that the words which came out of her mouth reflected. A woman is like WIKIPEDIA, she has the details of every little thing you did or omitted to do while you were supposed to do it, in her brain. Whenever she sees herself loosing in front of your logical explanations, she brings out that historical event and bombards you with it which eventually renders you incapable. 

STEP 3- Never curse. You do not want to add new events in her History book, thus causing future calamities. Craft your words sharp but keep a check on them. A woman will bring out her ultimate weapon that is ‘TEARS’ if she has no reasonable argument to counter your explanation and if you curse her, she will finally have a reason to bring out those crocodile tears, even if it did not hurt her a tinge.

STEP 4- Use her History Book method i.e Cite Precedents. Now a woman loves to shower your history on you which has the effect of shooting a poisoned arrow right on your bum, but she never expects you to do the same. Think of a situation where she did something which really hurt you and use it as your secret weapon. 

STEP 5- Be senseless. If you are logical and if you make sense, you are bound to fail. If the History you chose in Step 4 did not do the magic, jump to random arguments which may have nothing to do with the actual topic. Bring out stuffs like hairbrush left on the table with strands of hair still on it, how she ignores you because of her daily soaps etc. Make her speechless and by that I mean to keep talking until she gives up arguing.

STEP 6- Make her feel guilty. Now that you have become senseless and are almost on the verge of success, remind her of all the good things you have done for her. Women are the most guilty conscious species alive on the face of the Universe. Make a sad face, look straight in her eyes, force a bit of extra moisture in your eyes and with a low voice tell her how much you love her and what all you do just to make her happy. Make things up, you being MEN should be awesome at it.

STEP 7- Topic Forgotten. By now, your woman would be hugging you or would have cooled down atleast, with a guilty smile on her face. Hug her tight, say a sorry for the non disposal of the Garbage , and also make a secret note in your head as to always stare at random girls when your girl in not anywhere in the vicinity. 

STEP 8- Mission accomplished. Bask in the victory spotlight my manipulative friend!

GOD'S BEST WORK

They were the reason for my jealousy

They made the world seem so divine

He loved her sweet smile with all his heart

And he was the reason behind her smile.

I once heard him tell her

Darling you look pretty in that red dress

He said her face was God’s best work

And that his love for her could never rest.

She was walking along the pavement thinking of him

Of the words he used to say and mean

Of all the nights she held him close

She sees yellow lights erasing all her thoughts

And she screams ‘Jesus! He needs me more’

Lord let her go for him

With her distorted face but the same beautiful eyes

She met him with her heart brimmed with love

She saw no smile no want in his eyes

He held her hands with an empty heart.

While she waited for his enchanting words..

I saw her today after a long long time

She sat there dressed in her same pretty red dress

I asked her where was he

And silence was her self defense

How could she fight the tears that never came?

As I walked away I saw him near the grocery store

He held a pretty woman in his arms

And I heard him say

‘Darling you look pretty in that red dress

Your face is God’s best work’

WRINKLED LIFE

She opens her eyes on a cold bed

The walls around painted in white

A picture hanging on the right of a little boy smiling bright

A grilled window lets the sunshine in

Trying in vain to erase the darkness in her life

She looks at the calendar on the stand

And stops the tears from finding its way out

If she could just hear the sound of her boy

And tell him she could still bake his birth day cake tonight.

The morning seems unwelcoming and the nights dark n long

A bruised heart stamped and stabbed yet crammed with hope

She walks slowly carrying the burden of a secret stone

Quivering in between, wishing for her only support to take her back

She walks bare foot on the green grass

But why was everything she saw having the glint of black

She sees a girl in the distant

Twirling around with her baby in her hand

Flashback haunts, and it’s more than she could withstand.

What wrong had she done

Had she ever left him stranded in the streets alone?

Had she ever left his hands and left him under the wings of doom?

It’s true that some questions have no answer.

She looks at the gate yet one more time

They said it had changed into a daily worship

Eyes vacant with tears but filled with hope

That her boy might take her back

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WALKING ON GLASS

I have been trying to find a perfect way to describe a woman. Every woman goes through these patches of sorrow and troubles, been looked down upon, being segregated, said to be week and emotionally frail. I have been having bad day today and i bumped into this beauty of a poem. Written by MAYA AGNELOU. Have a read.

STILL I RISE

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.