Invisible

A river of dread,

Questions swirling in his head.

His saviour nowhere to be found,

Beaten, he fell to the ground.

Tears welled in his eyes,

Not a soul to address his cries.

A murmur, they point his way,

Nobody listens to what he has to say.

Passing judgement comes quick,

Niceties just a parlour trick.

Declared dead before he really was,

Branded too soon as a lost cause.

About the post: I was thinking about things that can torment someone enough to give up his/her life. Self-doubt, depression and loss are each capable of breaking down the strongest of souls. However, what disturbs me is that we may be unable to see warning signs of those suffering from such agony, are we not looking closely enough, are we not listening, do we judge people too soon, do we even see them at all? 

Masking Reality

Help me, for I am lost as can be

I seem to be far from reality.

Between acquainting oneself I found

A question that left me dumbfound.

What can caste possibly add to me

The very interest in it I fail to see.

I thought we'd come far from that

But it still found a way in an idle chat.

A plastic smile plastered on her face

"Inter-religion", I said, in her slow pace.

Disturbing as it is but some still ask

Caste, religion, behind a progressive mask

Labels, boundaries, presumptions et all

The things that make us humans small.

About this post: I know it's been a while since my last update, sorry, was really caught up. This post is about a conversation I had recently, with a professional from the education industry. The said person decided to have a small talk with me and started asking me about family, background and so on.

She happened to ask about my husband and then went to know whether our marriage was an inter caste marriage. (This is surprisingly very normal in India, keeping in mind that our society is so horribly conditioned to the caste system that was prevalent long, long ago and most people are making serious efforts to eradicate this thought process). So anyhow, I corrected the said person with my reply.."An inter-religion marriage-Jainism & Hinduism". The reaction, ohhh, followed by a plastic smile.

As expected, the next question was, "So you haven't changed your name after marriage?". I very patiently said, "No." But that wasn't enough, she wanted more than a simple "No". Then I turned to this senior, very experienced person and said, "No, because I didn't want to and because it's a legal process, the changes don't happen overnight, it is a change of identity." I was shocked to hear that this person had no idea that name change after marriage, is indeed a legal process.

I felt so sad because this person actually engages with students and I'm scared of what they're going to learn. I wish I had a genie, my one and only wish would be radical change, before the "civilized society" crumbles .