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Wednesday, March 30, 2022

THE PORTRAYAL OF WOMEN

 Painted nails, hairless bodies and fruity fragrances, these are the attributes that one is conditioned to refer to women with.


Being "conditioned" means looking through a structure influenced by what one usually witnesses around them, a frame that then gets etched in the growing soils of one's mind. 

Eerie minds look for sculpted faces, and reel masters don't hesitate to serve them. What unknowingly and unintentionally gets awakened in the the back of their minds is their picturization and their expectations of a woman.

The eyes perceiving what is shown, don't just appreciate the beauty of a woman. What they perceive along with pretty faces are the standards and norms of beauty.

Muscular arms, moustaches and broad shoulders ; it's not wrong to associate men with these features. What actually is problematic, is when one treats a woman with the same attributes as an inferior. 

What one sees and perceives, is what one expects. While portraying the femininity of a woman, one tends to forget how ferocious a woman can be.

What one tends to ignore is the fact that women can be associated with dicing vegetables but also with daggers on someone's throat, it becomes not just a threat to the imagination of a man but also the self respect of a woman.

The image shown of a woman has not been created lately. It has been passed on through generations of men who've watched and perceived women as weak and delicate beings.

One sees women used to attract attention at every page of a newspaper, every channel on television and every advertisement on a radio. No woman knew they were such audience magnets.

Success in the life of a man is termed as achievement while the success of woman is the reward for the beauty of her body and her bond with her superior.

Men can react to something but women can only overreact. A bad male driver is accused of having more feminine hormones.

One more fact that emerges out of this perceived ideology is that it is shameful to be a woman.

In this sector, a woman can only be a damsel in distress and can only be saved by a knight in the shining armor.

The entertainment field fails to acknowledge that a woman is more than just a physical body, a perceived image or a submissive and delicate creature. A woman can be as ferocious as a huntress. 

With the right motivation, a woman can be a WOMAN (in the actual sense) and a man can be an actual MAN (an educated one who does perceive that the sort of women he witnesses are the only ones that exist.


~ the_penhaloer

Saturday, March 19, 2022

ALIVE

Worn out nibs, crumbled sheets of paper, 
More caffeine in the air, than vapour.
Time slipping through fingers like sand,
Aching temples, thanks to deadlined band.

Thinking minds, caged in walls,
Social networks, restricted to calls.
Humans turned to machine, printing money bills, Cigarette puffed lungs, even when you know it kills.

Working like robots, Is there a difference? 
Can you carry the load of this coherence?

Declining invitations, jobs used as a pawn,
Is success REALLY worth the memories you are loosing out upon?

Bounding yourself to work, how will you strive?
Just existing? You have to stay alive!

The song you skip, can be danced upon,
Wear that sweater you once loved to fidget on.
Take that nap you’re longing for,
Apply to the college, you’re researching for.

Book those tickets, Eat that dish,
Blow the candles, make a wish.
Take in the morning sun,
Go for a late night run. 

Watch an Albatross search for home,
Blow bubbles out of the foam.
Dissolve your worries in the summer breeze,
And smell the monsoon petrichor feels.

Blow on cotton buds,
And listen to the hoppers thud. Living life in the moment, makes you thrive,
And then, again you’ll be ALIVE.

~the_penhaloer

Friday, March 18, 2022

THE ROUT

I lie there lifeless,
With burning eyes.
Feeling empty and numb,
Shuffling through the lies.

Trying to swallow,
The lump in my throat.
I dived in to sink,
But still somehow float.

Trying to scream,
But no sound came out.
Stopped believing, loosing hope,
Still processing my rout.

I let the tremors of pain,
Run through me.
As I now emerge with,
A more sorrowful stream.

~the_penhaloer

Thursday, August 5, 2021

THE SHIFT TO ONLINE LEARNING

Learning digitally is not only a new way to learn but, a better way to look, create and think out of the box.

The spread of this global pandemic has brought the world to a standstill. But find an optimistic viewpoint in every negative situation, they say. And as if the time walked on the line of the same. 

Streets got emptied but hearts filled with old memories; social gap widened but misunderstandings shrunk. When the purpose and meaning of living changed, education wasn't too far to evolve. Styluses replaced pens and mac books replaced notebooks. Boards changed to screen-shares and lectures turned into zoom meetings.

But this wasn't all. The book worm turned into an active student. The lethargic ones are working hard now and the introverts are socializing. All due to sense of togetherness in the time of this crisis. Indeed, a shift is evident. An absolute shift in comprehending, discussing, sharing and tutoring of facts. This system of educating has turned into that of providing knowledge. 

It makes us learn irrespective of the ambience, accumulating all our thoughts, perspectives and lives together and giving us a chance to strengthen our bonds with our loved ones. Most importantly, providing us a shield from exposure.

And if this wasn't THAT heroic, we wouldn't have been appearing in online lectures, exams, competitions, webinars and meetings. The fact that this is an e-competition is a witness of that. However, heroicness comes with loopholes too. The virtual world is exhibiting it's beauty to those who already have an access to it.

In India, 22% of the population still remains chronically poor i.e. below the poverty line. Not every slum student would have a 24 hours access to even smart phones. No malnourished, paper seeming child would have resources to fulfill his academic needs.

Virtual classes have led to theoretical concepts which is meaningless for those who are even devoid of basic necessities. The education they lack, paints their future with fog. And as virtual lessons provide room for procrastination, their subsequent times slyly turn blurry. 

A big disadvantage to school students is the lack of one-on-one support. Many at-risk students who use online courses to “catch up,” find themselves faltering for further explanation when they don’t grasp a concept. Because the online classroom is not made up of a room of “real” bodies, it isn't likely for students to have a broader discussion.

To conclude, Online learning, which came as a panacea for the crisis, is seen as a new paradigm. Everyone needs to learn digital skills to improve the quality of education. The emphasis on online education has to be accompanied with changes in curriculum, textbooks, examination systems and pedagogy. Unless the screens become the students' windows, they won't be able to expose themselves to the global books. 

- Garima

Monday, July 19, 2021

GRASS : THE UNWANTED WEEDS






I give no sound of pain
Whenever I get crushed
As their black tongues say
That I am the UNWANTED
I hide much of the livings
Say grasshoppers or those horny beings
I am asked to fetch nourishment
To the ones who ask for what is lent
None of those living require me
As that is what they say
Still our family works
Under the title of UNWANTED
Foolish seem to pull me off
But the wise know my use
But I am one of those who don't
shy away from society's teases
I am good to the good
But bad to bad
Still cannot name myself
As KARMA the bitch
Flowers may look prettier
but no one looks at my effort
Where I am hiding, swaying,
Magnified eyes finding nutrients.
Wish I had a Personal diary
But I know that I am non living
Or living some theories consider me
My movement and food being the reason.
Keeping all my wanted desires
As dried up flowers in books
I gather all my courage to grow
Grow as under the title of UNWANTED
For I am - THE UNWANTED GRASS
~Garimađź’ž

Saturday, January 25, 2020

STARS : THE TWINKLING HARDWORKERS



My hands grab the railing,
As I stand at the window sill
Finally, I delete the song
I keep skipping in my playlist

Patiently, yet welcomingly, I wait
For the next song to play
As the low keys bless my ears
I smile with approval

Tugging my hair behind my ear
I accidently look at you
And I see, thousands of you
Flickering and beaming at me

People call it atmospheric refraction
I call them obstacles
Your fluctuation is the result of it
The effort and hardwork of yours

Sunlight, storms, clouds
Are all your enemies
Still some of you reach here
Near me, as if trying to please

People give us examples of success
Hardwork, efforts, achievements
Nobody tends to mention you
Yet even considering you

All I want is respect
For the stars ( twinkling creatures)
That travel further than their world
Through the layers of obstacles

Just to reach us
I repeat - JUST TO REACH US
The twinkling hardworkers
THE STARS

~Garimađź’“

Monday, July 8, 2019

THE NIGHT : YOUR ARRIVAL




















I stand there staring at you
My toes dig deeper into the beige deserty sand
Your shallow wind hits my skin
My hair make a wavy movement

As the blue sky turns crimson
Chirping of birds seem to fade
I wonder if anyone welcomes you
Just like yellowish sunflowers get laid

I stay still, waiting for your arrival
My skin reflects your orangish yellow colour
Waves calm under your motherly touch
Watching the approaching black colour

I hear the hustle going home
Splashing waves slowly caressing you
Smelling the lingering aroma of every flower
And obviously the lunar king ruling you

My shallow breaths become deeper
As I ripple your reflection in the water
I could just have you in my hands
No one knows that you give water the colour of water

My heart swells at your breathtaking view
I wonder how people ignore you approaching
My eyes reflect your twinkling silvery pearls
Because you are the day's end and the beginning
You are  THE NIGHT

~ Garima đź’–

Saturday, July 6, 2019

THE SUN : IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT

















I opened the door today
Not, for getting milk from the milkman
Not, for feeling how cold it is today
Not, for picking up the window clashing newspaper for dad 

Expecting, the breeze to hit me
Imagining, goosebumps rise on my skin
Watching, you caressing my curly locks
Little did I know

Just to know, how could you face me today
Not, because of my frustration
Not, because of my realisation
As my innocent mind reminded me, Of my geography lesson, yesterday

Taking the bucket of stars along with, you
Making my day, brighter
I didnt need your help
The staring moon, made it easy for me
To understand that

Spending time with the lunar king,
Gave me answers
Counting the silvery dots, calmed me
As if someone could understand, me
But you, could not watch me happy

As, I had read in books
You appeared from the horizon
Giving me, a reddish display
You appeared shining bright

My eyes, couldnt bear such brightness
They were habitual, to the dark
Taking away, the dark with whom I had woven everything
How, could you be so shameless

I opened the door once again, today
To see how could you face, me
Even after, taking all the crumbs I had
I wanted to see the guilt in your, eyes
But instead you just, smiled and shone

At that moment,
I realised,
It was not your fault
To shine,
To break through the darkness,
Or to smile with every, new morning
I realised that it was not, your choice
To come

It was not your fault
I know, everyone liked mornings
Except me
And I couldnt be more, selfish
To ask you to go away,
It was mandatory, for you to come
It was necessary for the SUN, to appear

                                                 ~Garimađź’•