Friday, November 17, 2017

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me at all

The # me too and the talk of 'being victimized' brought up an important question to my mind.. . How many women or girls who presently occupy this earth can clearly and unequivocally say that they were never victimized in any form, not preyed upon, not violenced against or had a molestation attempt made towards them.
I for sure cannot stand under that umbrella. But I am not going to take it sitting down either. Years have gone by , even decades. I interact with those  attemptor ones on many an occasion, in family, friend groups and some even professionally. But it still  come as a surprise when in this ripe old age  of mine ,a man purposely brushes up or grabs, and  this still shocks me  into silence .
The most recent event occurred while  standing with a peer at a dinner event , my peer's husband grabbed me as he made his way to her side. what do you do...first you stare, in shocked surprise, then you recognize you have been muted, by the event and the fact that it is your peer nearby and there is no way to do much about it , its just awkward...
The occasion  of the  day and the public nature if it all further mutes you, even as you seethe over it repeatedly. I am grateful for a hawkine  hovering  by both my parents, ( even as I resented it so much at that time )so I was really spared these occurrences of untarnished sexual aggression that is laced with physical and emotional aggression until later in life... (even such a possibility did not cross my path until I was sixteen, when I yelled all the curses I could gather  at the boy  who ran to grab  me on my way back from school  and continued his run. I ran after him , threw whatever I  could grab from the road side  and then went and told my parents and the school--sixteen is elderly by the subcontinent gauge according to what I have understood from the lives of my friends at that time ).That subtle secure feeling  may have helped me to go forward despite all these and many more  that got  piled on me , sometimes I think more than a lifetime can ever handle...

Yet there is more for life, more to worth measures in our lifetimes . I say power to the rare women who can say..."not me at all". For the others , more power to them to hold their heads high and go forward ,for there is so much to be done , to make even the slightest ripple  in this oceanic vastness of powered aggressors and their deeds.
There is no time to rest, indeed .
 I just saw the news item about sexual misconduct is discussed in the capitol hill, which gives me further hope.
All of us, mothers , grandmothers, aunts  sisters and daughters  have work to do...WE ALL NEED TO STAND UP TOGETHER  , use our collective effort and make the change to change those around us , we ARE NOT victims, but powered ones who start that change ....

Saturday, October 21, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: O so important (a poem by Pc3)

SPRKS IN CSF: O so important (a poem by Pc3): So important I feel, I am  a snow flake Floating the web, As it floats down ... Oh so important I flutter, In the Far corners of cold,...

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: Life , History and ...all ours?

SPRKS IN CSF: Life , History and ...all ours?: (I write for those whose voice is stilled or who cannot speak...(Peace crane 3)) My voice, my thoughts , all mine,yet for how long ... F...

Monday, October 16, 2017

Life , History and ...all ours?

(I write for those whose voice is stilled or who cannot speak...(Peace crane 3))

My voice, my thoughts , all mine,yet for how long ...
For the voices stilled, for the thoughts bound,
Thoughts that find no anchor, that they just  are, wandering,
Bubbling  in  , untethered voice, with no vessel to place ,
Is this what all abuse costs,
    Some mute with thoughts bound,
    Fears just keep rekindling,
    For all ,dances with no end,
    Into act and react and all to dance again,
    Yet in others' constant embers burn,
    Stained memories that don't tether,
    Kynuerins and toxins accumulate,spills into words,
    Into a dance of steps, non-steps,missteps all,
    Bereft of rhythm, of music,
    All call it life, yet forget life it is not...
My rooms are  in disarray,
Reflects my mind , my brain..
Chaos the theme of the times
I am no artist , but I dance and call it life...
In the shadows bears prowl and snakes slither,
Shadow deeds go on endless, disdain its aura,
Their ilk knows to bind,endless
Knows that  dance, to humor all fears,
For one to survive, for life,it all remains the same...
   Through centuries, through generations,
    Them faltered steps never cease to amuse the powers,
   In despair, human souls, they crumple,yet shadows prowl, persists...
Rising from the sea with their shining marks,
We, the masses stare, adore even,
As our eyes burn holes into our brains,
   Leaning in, into "just fears",senseless and bound,
   Yes, we repeat and replay and call it always- history...
   They remain  a bit varied; we all act our parts,
  Yet again that replay  is but our lives...

(poem by pc3- 10/14/17)




Thursday, October 12, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time: SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time : Three scientists who unravelled how our bodies tell time have won the 2017 Nobel Prize for...

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations: SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations : "The future of nations is echoed in the footfalls of its women..." In the past few day...

SPRKS IN CSF: on Violence to women...at every step

SPRKS IN CSF: on Violence to women...at every step: Gender violence is one of the world’s most common human rights abuses. Women worldwide ages 15 through 44 are more likely to die or be ma...

on Violence to women...at every step


Gender violence is one of the world’s most common human rights abuses. Women worldwide ages 15 through 44 are more likely to die or be maimed because of male violence than because of cancer, malaria, war and traffic accidents combined. The World Health Organization has found that domestic and sexual violence affects 30 to 60 percent of women in most countries.


Rape and domestic violence are words that once removed from the immediacy of the event , whether by time or  a mind set in emotional distance, just becomes just too clinical, almost devoid of all that went with it , attached to it. Hence it becomes mere words at some point and yet  at other times unreal. The Indian student's death sparked an outcry few years ago , and then it quieted down.There was a celebrity serial molestation buzz for a while, in the US and it too went quiet .
Now something is again awakened  of  the culture of rape,and its trails into  lives of someone else...It may fizzle out with time, but the directed violences will continue . That is almost a given , assured outcome, about lives...with another outcry at the next expose'  or next event that comes to light .
               All those who are harassed, go through the spacing , almost ritualistically, pushing it out  with time. You are lucky if you have done something in a retaliatory fashion , however small, because that alone gives you a certain sense of wholeness.
              How-ever, when it is repeated violence , at home,or what surround you,nay follow you in society,  then  the fabric of self gets worn...gradually shredding your identity. Thus you are no more a whole,but only pieces, as if they are all different in someways, and  the person that is you become some flyaway bits you are always gathering up.
Sometimes pushing back can be more damaging, so you wait for a chance and selectively defend parts of your integral self. Some just push it all into a sac that grows wearisome with time, then gets scarred over and your soul gets a little bit darker, as you go through life, never again consciously touching that scarred over foreignness...just barely knowing it , just barely being.
Then, some thing stirs and you remember, your wholeness, almost with the uncertainity of a dream... The memory of a whole follow you , a shadow that evolve, as the scars scale up and fall in bits...you trail through like with the shadow a constant companion, even as you seek that elusive wholeness...

SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations

SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations: "The future of nations is echoed in the footfalls of its women..." In the past few days I have read, about rape --recent , past...

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time

SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time: Three scientists who unravelled how our bodies tell time have won the 2017 Nobel Prize for physiology or medicine. Circadian rhythm.....

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

circadian Rythm-at last your time

Three scientists who unravelled how our bodies tell time have won the 2017 Nobel Prize for physiology or medicine.


Circadian rhythm...
At long last your time is here
The universe turns, its measure,
All measured in small steps,
Defined , on this side of the sun,
Yet many have discounted,
Sneered at even when spoken of...
Such a wonderful state of measures;
Of the thorough status of
The Circadian rhythm, the seamless flame ,
That runs through us all, making our DNA sing its tunes ,
All to the core , all to the end and beyond..
.

-10/02/2017-Poem by P c 3



Sunday, August 13, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...: There, stare hard, into a morning... There, the sun still rises, but where?  Then, is it my eyes that sees, or my dreaming senses;  Then...

Then,there...

There, stare hard, into a morning...
There, the sun still rises, but where?
 Then, is it my eyes that sees, or my dreaming senses;
 Then, do I stare, at the unformed edges,
Or is it the foaming edges that quake, nay  wither?
Again , what is it that my eyes behold...
If they behold at all?
At the edges ,bubbles form, in frosty specks,
At the edge of conscience, freezer burns,
They  were there, silent , waiting,sheathed,
Silent in the hearts, in the minds, bubbling,
Yet deform , all despite  time , cold and hardening...
The days , they still form, but the inner sanctums,
To all deities lay defiled,freeze burned consciences that scatter...

Poem by P c 3 ---(08/12/17)

Saturday, March 4, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: Is it Our Mutations...

SPRKS IN CSF: Is it Our Mutations...: "The last woolly mammoths to walk the Earth were so wracked with genetic disease that they lost their sense of smell, shunned company,...

Is it Our Mutations...

"The last woolly mammoths to walk the Earth were so wracked with genetic disease that they lost their sense of smell, shunned company, and had a strange shiny coat"

http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-39142941

As I read the article , questions swirl in my ancient brain-- Are we going the way of the woolly mammoth, but in an altogether novel path to self extinction. Can we just blame our genes for all our follies, and selective destructive tendencies.(just like many  a criminal in collusion with their lawyer or any one who shirks their responsibilities selectively - 'my genes made me do it , or made me  avoid it'

Well it appears that the genes are self selectively expressing a moral code of conduct of  'lying, conning, destruction and cruel unempathetic self aggrandisation ' as a measure for success.
Hence it is no surprise then to wait for the destruction of the environment , gradual or quicker genetic miscodes , and then humans' own  decline and extinction.

    All around are emerging short sighted  planning and divisive constructs ...these along with a war mongering mentality , and creation of a cruelty de-sensitised  future generations , I believe has struck the gong of our decline and that final phase . This can be reversed only if we are to take a resource saving, compassionate ,sharing  attitude, ie. sharing with all our fellow humans, with a far sighted solutions to protect and care for that which surround us and with those whom we share  our space with (all beings and objects, including our fellow humans ). The question remains always the same... do we have the capacity to forgo an urge for short term gains , or the wisdom for caring...hope the genetic miscodes have not taken hold in the majority of humans, so that the wise counsel prevails.

If not.....adieu homo sapiens.... and before that ,adieu earth's fauna and flora...

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow: Yesterday I dreamt of the coming of spring, Birds singing in the trees, And flowers dancing in the sun;      Today, I wake, and go to wo...

The Day after tomorrow

Yesterday I dreamt of the coming of spring,
Birds singing in the trees,
And flowers dancing in the sun;
     Today, I wake, and go to work.
 Carry my day in routines,
      Tomorrow I balk and stare,
  Into the day after,
  The day after tomorrow, I see,
   I see the future,
   I see it all crumble and shift,
   All my future children,
   Crumble into civilization's demise,
I see the day after tomorrow,
Rising into oblivion;
All life and time glide and lurch away,
All into the great oblivion, oblivious all still...
Into the day after tomorrows...
 

(poem by Pc3--01/30/2017)

Monday, January 30, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: despite KAOS wins- the letter to my children

SPRKS IN CSF: despite KAOS wins- the letter to my children:  I look at my initial thoughts, and I am not so sure any more. But one still has to act.In the shifting sands of time , all become irreleva...

Saturday, January 28, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: In the event of a KAOS win- a letter to my childre...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the event of a KAOS win- a letter to my childre...:  I look at my initial thoughts, and I am not so sure any more. But one still has to act.In the shifting sands of time , all become irreleva...

despite KAOS wins- the letter to my children

 I look at my initial thoughts, and I am not so sure any more. But one still has to act.In the shifting sands of time , all become irrelevant, even the revered spots have a way of being erased of its values. As  some in the world  take a moment to look into history , and memorialize a horrid past point, we stare aghast at a future of horrors. I for one feel the whole world should act , in quest of freedoms, beyond the pinking of last week and may be this time cover our heads in a scarf in remembering all old traditions that started with a scarf , now as a symbol for resistance to persecutions .

Lost freedoms have a snow ball effect, hence it is essential to stop it before it gathers momentum.

Let freedom win, and hope that  ACLU  and similar right thoughts go with the right actions



Lets remember and act on the holocaust memorial day and beyond...




I had prepared rather reluctantly(almost ill-prepared) -ie. for an eventuality of a KAOS win.... an attempt despite agent 99' efforts for world order..and  a KAOS running about trumping about loud" take over the world"
Oh.... Maxwell smart,and 99- all efforts to nigh
so here is what I was  writing to that blighted future....( excerpt from my dairy, 10/29/16)

'My dear children,
I have to advice you all not to loose heart, despite the much feared event-a K presidency.
You are all blessed with wisdom that life gives..the values of moderation.
You have gone past the rigors of an education system that advises you to think , while abhorring your questioning and thinking minds...
You have managed to get into the adult world, where nothing is fair, yet with your determined souls you have made each of your environments a little bit more fairer for all.
You have witnessed the closet racism, the bigotry, and even the master mentality of someone a few occasions and have risen above it all.So with these experiences have come wisdom.It may seem like desperate times, but now is not the time to despair.This is the time for thought and there is much work to do.
THINK , because thought is not controlled by any, besides it allows you to bounce various ideas, stretch and contract things in your mind without any restraint.Out of thought is born actions, and clarity.
You may be quiet, which is alien to the majority in this nation, especially because the process of contemplation and thought are somewhat alien here as well.
Hence we have this  new president((not surprising ..)
You have experienced many a conflict...conflicts of identity,ideals and the external conflicts of power that is inherant in every community, including its smallest unit- the family and the individual...
It gives me great hope for the future as you all manage your lives,I am sure you will negotiate change, including your efforts to change policy, even beyond your areas of expertise into the outer world far beyond your comfortable niches.
You will also learn much about adaptability and creating change without loosing your inner selves, as I did over time.
So my advice to you all- make the change, just as the gentle waves do,but assured that your efforts will produce change. The tsunamis may have usurped the beaches, but the gentle waves persist and round out the jagged edges,where they break...
So go forth with clarity and the efforts that persist , joining forces with the many moderates out there just like you, ones with clarity and goodness in their souls, who strive for change,in the midst of a mindless robotic prattling lot...
Do not despair, loud bangs do not carry the weight of clear thoughts, it's just noise and remains brief...'


Saturday, January 21, 2017

SPRKS IN CSF: reflect I on (a poem by pc3)

SPRKS IN CSF: reflect I on (a poem by pc3): I want to take this space to reflect, as the future  and past draws to a close..lost to a present, almost like the inconsequential feeling ...

reflect I on (a poem by pc3)

I want to take this space to reflect, as the future  and past draws to a close..lost to a present, almost like the inconsequential feeling to life when hurtled through the skies to the dark force,
not the force of balance but of insatiety... for lives, for all that render meaning to life...!!. .

First things first ...I say again , with more conviction now ...

I am  still afraid to reflect,
For fear if my thoughts spill out here, then can I walk with nary a care?
Or should I at every step feel smaller and weaker, in a new year...
But again, that's not in my nature,so-
I sigh with relief, for some oceans ,and many such cares
Have saved hope of being  that, oceans ...
Thank you ,president Obama, for caring, for being,
Beyond gains of now,for trying ,on the many ways...
For keeping values, reflected , and reflectives,
For thoughts, in a land that shun thoughtfulness,
Where loud matter,to keep right action,beyond all clamour...
An office, a title, not squandered,but honor kept,
For the few amongst many,valued thoughts ,
So a kindred in spirit, for our own thoughts ,values reflected here and there...



as we hurtle to the land of dark forces and lost sights,
we have to try not to be swallowed by the dark,
yet land with our antennae, in our new world order,
our antenae - evolutions' gift , just sprouting