Thursday, May 23, 2013

Fat Talks



A recent study shows that 50%+ women prefer to be run over by a truck than to look fat and ugly. To women, looking fat and ugly is not only hurtful but also traumatic. If you happen to say someone “hey you have gained weight or you got a pimple,” it is like spilling acid on that person.  Female body image is constantly constructed and manoeuvred by the society. Body shame is crucially picked, distorted and twisted by social commentary.

The word self-image has lost its essence. Most of us are unaware how our self image is twisted and turned by the society. Conscious societal pressure forces us to think that we are ugly and not in- accordance to the living standard of beauty. We are manoeuvred to look pretty and   beautify ourselves. Almond eyes, flashy eye lashes, sharp nose, bow like lips and fair and glowing skin is the set standard that we all are tricked to adhere to. Any sort of skin imperfection is stigmatized by our society. A woman is made to believe that she is ugly and ugliness is intolerable by societal standards.

Beauty is socially constructed and marketed. If you are fat then you are supposed to be on endless, cruel diet regime. You are supposed to exit on salads, fat and sugar free foods. You will hear “fat talks”, things like how beautiful you would have looked had you lost some weight. And, finally comes in the magic of capitalism, called prodicti-fication. Market strategists make full use of socially tagged ugliness. There are endless list of products that you can use to reduce your weight and enhance your beauty. Not only weight reducing belts or machines, you can read fitness magazines, opt for fitness related DVD’s and moreover hire some personal trainer. Theses stream of things might help your reduce your weight but at the same time you will be highly dependent on these products. Your self-image is nothing but a market strategy from which the society gains some sort of pleasure and capitalists get their profits.

Women are nothing but a medium via which sexual appetizing bar is kept high. Beauty is associated with fairness. If you are not fair then you need to thank the advertisement that pops up every two minutes. You are supposed to use the fairness crème which will definitely make you look fair. The acid test does not stop right there. If you don’t have almond shaped eyes then you can make it look like almonds. Kajal, eye liners are flooded in the market and you have to pick one, rather the right one that suits your eye-type. Trust me it is as complicated as it sounds here. You can correct the fines of your nose and lips only by expensive cosmetic surgeries. The more ugly you are made to look the more is the stake of profits.

From hair to you toe tip a women needs to maintain and beautify her so that she is not stigmatized among her peers. From birth starts the beautification process. Girls are made to wear floral pink dresses, fancy accessories, sparkly shoes etc. With adolescence she is suppose to use all those products that will enhance her beauty and after 25 you are forced to look like 15. If I chose not to go for a diet and happily eat cheese and mayonnaise, I would question “who” society is to decide on my looks and what beauty is. Beautification and producti-fication are all interlined to societal norms and self image is no longer what we perceive of ourselves but what society perceives us to be.

Saturday, January 5, 2013



 Far away
This time I am far away from home..
just so far that I cannot hold his hand and walk the Christmas carol..
I cannot sing my hymns..
I cannot see Mother..
I am blinded by time
This time I am far away from home….


Last time we were together...together so close...
we sat by the igniting fire...resting my head on your shoulder..
we were  singing... singing Christmas carols..
The rum cakes we had...the red wine which we sipped..
made my soul merrier
Last time we were together..Together so close that the air was silently sweet..

When you walk away the cold night..
my soul was freezed...my  veins were numbed..
the fire died out.. the taste escaped the wines..
the rat nibbled cake..the half bunt candle..
everything lost the essence with your going away..
when you walk away the cold night..Everything else walked away with you...

I have been sitting a year..
every second was more than a decade..
I am waiting.. I am still waiting in the dark room..
I want you to come.. to purge the room of dusts..
To withdraw the curtains ... to let the sunshine beam enter....
I want you to come and lit the candle.. Ignite the ash filled fireplace...
I want you to come hug me tight and tell me all was a dream..
 I  am still sitting...

This time I am far away from home..
just so far that I cannot hold his hand and walk to the Christmas carol..
I cannot sing my hymns..
I cannot see Mother..
This time I am far away from home..