Showing posts with label social issue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social issue. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Robin


The most humorous and the least likely to succeed they said,
As they voted, huddled together, in Larkspur;
Like conspirators defining the lines on my palm.
I stand here looking back at the blur,
The blur my life may have been;
And all I can do is think to myself, did I make her laugh enough?

Plump, alone and craving her smile,
I put on a voice, a funny one I’d like to think,
And looked her way, did I make her laugh at all?
I put on another voice and another and another.
That is where it all started,
No, not in Larkspur- it began my dear
In my very own Windy City, decades back.

Computer games and video games,
They came and they went;
The voices, they grew;
They grew every day, in numbers
And in tone.

One little spark of madness, a gift I treasured,
Was it really the source of all the gladness?
Or was it what spread in to darkness?
One little spark of madness, I wouldn’t lose it,
This I said to myself, I’ll admit.

Between “The World According to Garp” and “Mork and Mindy”
I had to say goodbye to my good friend… John
At Chateau Marmont Hotel in Angeltown.
As I made you laugh and drew you in to the center of
The narratives of “Patch Adams” and “Bicentennial Man”
I had to lend my voice for “Blame Canada” for a missing Mary.

One little spark of madness, a gift or a curse?
One little spark of madness, I wouldn’t lose it,
This I said to myself, I’ll admit.

The world seems dark,
But I will fight it out.
Yes, I think I will.
The voices grow, louder and louder;
Fighting loud whispers and strange tongues
All I can do is think to myself, did I make her laugh enough?
Did I make you laugh enough?


Note:
  1. The reference to John is John Belushi (Robin Williams and Robert De Niro were the last stars to see John Belushi alive, albeit on separate visits to Bungalow #3 of the Chateau Marmont Hotel in Los Angeles on the day Belushi died of a drug overdose in March 1982.)
  2. Mary refers to Mary Kay Bergman. When "Blame Canada", a song from South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut (1999), was nominated for a Best Song Academy Award, it was Robin Williams who performed the song at the ceremony because the actress who sang the song in the film, Mary Kay Bergman, had committed suicide a few months prior to the awards show.



Wednesday, October 04, 2017

The Red Dot (2)


Jokes about women’s bodily functions are not funny. Period.
She could eat to her heart’s content, but step in to the kitchen, she shouldn’t, they said.

She was banned.
Banned from entering the kitchen.
Banned from entering the temple.
Banned, for she was impure.
Banned, for she was unhygienic.
Banned, for she was unclean.
Banned, lest she contaminates the pickle.

[Voices of Ancestors]
Bury your clothes lest evil spirits take over them!
No curd for you,
No tamarind for you,
No pickle for you.

Summers playing gully cricket,
Laggori and hide-and-seek too.
One day it stopped; Abruptly, stopped.
She was free one day, tied down the next.

[Voices of Ancestors]
Suffer the bloating!
Suffer the cramps!
You shall stay in one corner of the house;
Suffer the misdeeds of your past!
No exercises for you.
No walks in the park.
No. No. No.

Laggori and hide-and-seek too
She could now see through her window;
She was free one day, tied down the next.
Running wild... wearing shorts and shirt; and a stick in hand.

[Voices of Ancestors]
And no… no bathing for you.
You shall remain…
Unclean. Impure. Unhygienic. A contamination.

She could now see through her window;
Children laughing aloud for every joke cracked,
Running wild... wearing shorts and shirt; and a stick in hand;
And suddenly they said, be lady-like.

[Voices of Ancestors]
You are cursed.
You will remain cursed.
Don’t you touch the holy cow.
Lest you make her barren
With your cursed touch…
Unclean. Impure. Unhygienic. A contamination.

Children laughing aloud for every joke cracked,
Jokes about women’s bodily functions are not funny. Period.
And suddenly they said, be lady-like.
It all started with a single red dot.

What about school?

[Voices of Ancestors]
No. Never.
Those days are over.
No school. No. No. No.

She was adorned with jewelry, flowers and fine clothes;
Paraded in front of neighbours and relatives alike.

[Voices of Ancestors]
Take this old piece of cloth
Treasure it. You will only get one.
Wash it. Sun dry it.
When it is as hard as leather
Use it to soak up your impurity.

Paraded in front of neighbours and relatives alike.
Beautiful as a bride behind a beatific child’s face;
Rest is a must, on these days every month, they said.
She was soon easily bored.

But it hurts… it burns…

[Voices of Ancestors]
Suffer the misdeeds of your past!
Your soul remains…
Unclean. Impure. Unhygienic. A contamination.

But, is she not a part of you?
How then can she be impure?
Are you also impure?
Unclean? Unhygienic? A contamination?

[Voices of Ancestors]
Ha! We are not you
We are the maker of rules.
We had ‘us’ too
Telling us what to do.
Your soul remains…
Unclean. Impure. Unhygienic. A contamination.

It all started with a single red dot.
The hatred of being born a woman
Flowed, but naturally.