Hearty Fool

Other day I was travelling in a British Airways flight. The guy sitting next to me spilled the red wine over my pant. It is said that holding the red wine at parties makes you look foolish. Drinking in flights too, I guess. The person apologized profusely but unnecessarily to a person who was eager to forgive because of the embarrassment that had caused.

He called up a steward and got paper napkins. Then pressed them over my pant to absorb the moisture. The guy, who was necking his female companion throughout the journey, was deeply repentant of his act and was trying too hard to minimize the damage even though I sheepishly protested his  help.

The steward who had been observing it then asked me whether I need the white wine. I couldn't really follow what he meant. He explained the white wine would remove the stain of the red wine. I wondered whether that's some quack science or British subtle humour. Anyway, I was quite confused whether I should be bothered about my wet pant at that moment or the state of the pant with the stain. He continued that adding the white wine would of course make the moisture worse. I said I preferred the things as they stand then.

Later I checked and found that the white wine indeed removes the stain of the red wine.

You Feudal Woman

Was that patterned on the swaying paddies
Was that written on the teak pillar
Were you haunted by the ruins of second homes
Were you fucked up plainly by your own mother

When penis so powerful that vagina was a burden
Life so secure that uncertainty was unknown
A powerful man could play with you as his temple
And could give you a class and life simple

Those Things have gone past long ago
Only abstracts have remained and very much so
The powerful unknown is the owner of your ego
Gives you peace by ensuring certainty in chaos

There are reasons
for your madness
Einstein has endorsed
the relativity of godness
You are true to heaven
like a born vegetarian to chicken
How much you wannabe a racist
as it is all powerful and calmest

You can see through those godmen-women with mirth
You can laugh at those virgins and the birth
You don't have time for those daily piety
You are a non-believer but for patriarchy

No confidence in your playful self
And panic of a wandering half
Life is dismal and death won't be pretty
For you don't let go the charm of certainty

Undeserved

One evening so non-descriptive
You smiled upon me calling

It was like a bolt from the blue
Thing I thought never would come true

I had so forgotten you
So I figured out you too

My longing for you was vague
Never were you mine to belong

That truth is slowly creeping over
Was this a mistake somewhere?

Possibilities are haunting and various
Each one more humiliating than the previous

Triumph has turned into a nightmare
Guilt of undeserved crushing me under

Colour of Lust

Perhaps irritating stereotypes of a person begin with the association of colours with babies; pink with girls and blue with boys. Pink is so garish for my taste that I find it offensive both on boys and girls. Then there is another association of pink with love. I wonder how that could be the case. On the contrary, I've an empirical evidence that the colour most likely could be associated with lust instead of love.

The incident happened a decade ago (So, I have reached an age where I talk in decades. Why did I write that previous pointless sentence?) I was browsing through the cloth section of a mall in Hyderabad. I overheard a lady excitedly telling her man in Kannada, "buy the pink one, buy the pink one" and both started giggling. I turned around and found they were standing in front of men's underwear rack. I was scandalized by their loud vulgarity and felt disgusted with their moral degradation in their perceived anonymity in an alien land or in the midst of alien speakers. At that time, I didn't give much importance to the lady's specific attachment to "pink" underwear - not for herself but for her man.

Few years ago, there was a so-called 'pink chaddi campaign' against Hindutva moralists who targetted pub  going girls. I think the choice of pink colour in this case too gives credence to the association of the colour with lust. Empirical evidences so far only associate this colour with men when women expect them to be lusty.

Heart Disease and Y-Haplogroup R2

A new study has observed that coronary artery disease (CAD) is passed from father to son or inherited through the Y-chromosome. The researchers also make a point that people with certain haplogroups are more prone to heart disease compared to others. Among British, men who have Y-chromosome belonging to haplogroup I carry 50% greater risk of heart disease compared to men who belong to haplogroup R1b1b2.

I have family history of heart diseases. My haplogroup is R2a. The greatest concentration of R2a clan is in Andhra Pradesh where one-third of males carry this Y-chromosome. Incidentally, Andhra Pradesh also has the dubious distinction of being the top state in India in terms of the number of heart patients. So, I make an educated guess that in India people who belong to Y-haplogroup R2a have a greater risk of heart disease compared to other lineages.

I suppose one-third of Sinhalese and one-fourth of Bangladeshis also belong to this haplogroup. I wonder whether their heart disease rates are comparable to Andhra Pradesh.

Middle Caste Fatalism

[He1] : It was an intercaste marriage.
[He2] : What is she?
[He1] : ...
[He2] : What is he?
[He1] : ...
[He2] : Okay. It's good. At least both from the upper castes.
[He1] : Why do you say that? What's so bad if any one of them was from a lower caste?
[He2] : I blurted out something. Not much thought has gone into it.
[He1] : You may not mean it. But those words came out of you naturally. Aren't they?
[He2] : True.
[He1] : ...
[He2] : I don't know how to explain it. It may be different here in the South. But in the North, the caste consciousness so deeply ingrained that you just hate certain castes. The claims of superiority of certain castes is so overwhelming that you don't want have anything with other castes. You want to preserve yourself.
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[He2] : I know, rationally what I just said is wrong and meaningless. But I'm conditioned to speak in a certain way in public.
[He1] : What is your true self?
[He2] : I really don't know. I have expressed my rational self occasionally with my family at least but those words made hardly any sense to them.

Denied

What I call that but a let down
I thought I wasn't heard out
Not a fair chance of presenting mine
I had shown the interest

I know I am ready
With ideas beyond the boundary
But you chose someone else
Who will never meet in uniqueness

No doubt he is capable
Perhaps a better bet in the long run
But I have plans ample
Not for my pleasure to you I turn

You follow a structure
Afraid as you that you may reinvent the wheel
Defined your life and your character
Based on imaginations of a male

You expect me to approach in Dreyfus model
That is a fallacy of is-ought scale
For us questions are known
A novice-expert in every moment I'll remain

You need a direct contact and a rapport
Building a bond toasting beer
Unfortunate stereotypes as the guiding rules
Burkha clad woman fighting freedom of choice

Unconfused and passionate first time in life
I would have triumphed or perished, hell right
You should have tried me out either way
Nothing would have made difference to you anyway