Unisex - a word mistaken

A sight of a hanging board displaying 'Unisex Salon' confused me literally when I saw it the first time years back , for when word 'Uni' means one or single, I wondered why the owner of the board and its corresponding store has not mentioned the gender they would be serving so that I could know and everybody else too ,if me and they are suitable to get in or not.

While actually, the word connotes a meaning different from my first impression of it and opposite to what it sensed like to me.
And the real meaning covers both sex under it, serves either of them, not differentiating on the basis of gender.
So I just thought that its not just salons which must hold on to use this word unisex as one prefix , schools also can do that and so can do some public toilets.
There are then some unisex names as well. Sidney sheldon, Ayn Rand , the first time I heard about these people I googled out to see their sexuality. Then names like Harpreet, Gurpreet, Chandra are also some.

So the word 'unisex' exclaims a complete uniformity among the two sexes and abstracts their sexuality in catering the offered services.
Aint I kidding much today ?
Actually yes ... actually not ...Because to me , it gave me a deeper insight into the concept. I thought of holding this thought in me for a while and understand if it could be implied to the perception in reality which our society hold for two genders.

Contesting elections is biased.
Reservation is being asked in Parliament for women.The need arose for such actually and there are some plain reasons to it.

A right to live is biased.
Female infanticide has swept off girls turbulently.

Holding dignity and freedom is biased.
Molestation and rapes and eve-teasing.

A separation clearly stands between, obviously in knowledge of everybody, which really has made things to stink and stopped growth upwards.
Unfortunately our society is not a unisex society and the word holds its literal meaning for this society more than its abstract one.

Theory of evolution

Life has evolved over millions of years, and it keeps doing so , and will continue for it is in the nature of nature and its species and communities to evolve .

Evolution would mean retention of primarily existing traits and attributes , imbibing new ones owing to changes around, their intermingling, thus rendering a support to bring a new meaning to the existence.

And the hypothesis has occupied me at times that how clearly things change to adapt themselves almost to the fittest for the necessity of survival, and sometimes for its luxury too.

And if I think of evolution personally, I too have follwed the process or it took me in its loop, have evolved in terms of my emotions, my vision ,my hormones, my perception towards life,world,family,relations,almost everything.

Am I supposed to call it as a process of becoming into one matured being which happens to happen with nearly everyone?

But I dont think I have matured, if maturity has to be one intermediate result of such a process. I would rather say that I have only evolved, evolved not to be one disciplinary, distinguished species , but to become a creature of mixed emotions at every moment.I have evolved to know myself better, loving things that I didn't love yesterday, not loving those i loved, understanding which I ignored, but still ignoring which I can't understand .The moments of irritation come easier and so does the next moment of politeness and another next of another randomness.I am not confused. I almost fairly understand things, I just feel disbalanced .It seems more meaningful to know and understand , and instantly equally meaningless.

I don't know why such an evolution in me, infact why any kind of it, as a necessity of adaptation to changes or one nature bound strict phenomenon, or just a random one.
But it just leaves me surprised at times to depict out differences in myself only in comparison to yesterday.
I really have evolved.
And its equally enthralling to realise that there is more of it to come for my rest span of life.

Today .. Holiday .. Holi-day !!

I don't know how would the words that would follow appeal to you, I mean i might sound like a dissociative, anti , irksome character who finds interest in doing nothing at times, and actually I am at times one such being.
As for one good sake if I talk about today, the Holi day, I really dont find interest in celebrating it and I really dont remember any huge celebrations in past as well. There has not been a very particular idea about being so, other than that such artificial colors really cause itching which is quite obvious to happen when the colors for celebration do contain , not just some, rather many toxicants, lead based substances that might cause asthma, dermatitis ,temporary blindness ..
I am not an antagonist to celebrations. I really believe in celebrating life and I am actually not this boring everytime.
But I dont know if I have gone aware of all this with age only or before age. I dont know. I just know some facts which I want to believe in that colors used in Holi these days are toxic, amount of water consumed on Holi can serve up many more sad days of the nation, wood used for Holika dahan amounts to huge deforestation in the country.
People from very old days used Tesu flowers for celebrations, there were large forested lands, some real fresh springs around, they were actually far from time of destruction and we are arriving closer to it.
My idea of saying all this is not to do any act of enforcement.I want to conserve nature and I really believe that one has to contribute his part. or I probably just love to be this boring ..

Serenity ..

As I lie alongside you on the bed with my eyes in fixture at the roof, holding your hand to my heart, my heartbeats sound aloud this time, for silence sweeps through within the walls otherwise, lost in no thoughts, just with a gaze at the roof above, i feel relaxed, so much of it infact, realising the not so very placid disposition that I had been holding through a gap of time ,understanding the only thing that had been missing was you and when i have found you back, you yourself can sense the pleasance that seeps through my every pore, and every beat of my heart which always yearned to reach you when you were missing sounds utterly complete with you around, which desired to feel your warmth over with your hand on my heart, thudding , thumping , as it finds your tenderness on its way up , it derives the meaning of its existence, my existence and on its way back, it bids off in solace , summating to my peace.
I so much rest in repose.

First Kiss..

They planned up to go for a smooth long drive in a car at some evening hours, across Delhi roads, which though are meant to be less occupied at some midnight or early morning hours.
They passed across some busy roads, some free, kidding through some or plainly travelling through.

The weather was not very cold, somewhere around start of December. December in Delhi is not very chilly during its start. She came dressed up in a yellow pullover and he was in a casual buttoned shirt.He had kept his jacket at the back seat. Their dress-up accidentally matched up the mood of the evening or probably later it seemed nice enough , for that night got to be special of its kind, creating a longing in both to have one like it again.

They had been good at giving a gaze at each other, or catch up others unheeded view, playing with their curled hands or warming up others' hair with hands in.
The moments seemed cozily comforting up the couple of hearts , registering themselves in their memories as unforgettable.
They were melted hearts when together.

She held him when jerked.And there was one of it , when he didn't miss on to hold up her hand and kissed it. This was the first time he kissed her. She still carries its warmth. A moment she relives in her thoughts, a moment she still craves for , a moment that left her mute for the way back , for she felt lost with that single touch of his lips, freewheeling into heavens..

She sometimes looks up at her hand to feel the moisture of the first kiss. She in craziness raises her hand upto her lips to feel his and go lost in memories again.


P.S. This entry is a result of the topic given by my friend to write on, to come up with an imaginary narration for the topic. :D

THE END

Death is unknown , it is realized ,death is mystery , it is a fact, death is forgotten at times, it walks along ,it is recognized, it is overlooked ,it arrives new, it has been so old, it scares , it thrills.

It arrives at a moment and it is there forever.

A thought that I will not witness my death enters me sometimes at some rare moment of a day, and disappoints me. Am I kidding much? I am crazy enough to know how I would seem lying on a death bed, motionless and silent ,so unlike me .

I just wonder how is it after death , I mean where would I go, I have heard of and even have myself read into "Garud Purana " ,a Hindu mythological book which is read after someone's death on some nth day, which 'n' I don't know , that the soul (atma ) leaves the body and flows through this river and that and passes this way and through that , it reaches where, I just couldn't understand and it happens when it is on way to hell. I mean it is really complex for a soul to leave a body and to find its destiny after it , according to the knowledge I had from reading some part of that book .....but i wonder does this soul concept really exist physically. I though understand it spiritually , so thoroughly of it in fact, but I don't know if there is some real concept behind it any physical way.

While I am so sure that I am not going to heavens, I fantasize of my soul drifting away with rivers and grilling in furnaces as per that book.

A little more I know is that one suffers through a great deal of pain when the so called physical soul leaves the body. And I really feel scared to realize this fact and that it would hold true , a day, for me too. Death really scares me at times and it thrills me too right there then. What would be its kind??.. some ailment-struck, accidental, or some terrorist attack. I really want my body to be burnt in one piece and not just few found pieces that got scattered while some bomb explosion at some bakery or electronics market.

One would bet his life to avoid it or even delay it.I don't know why is it in nature of us to exercise such a confounding practice, Why is it so scary to live a fact which we know since we are born, why does it disappoint while moving closer to it.. I mean is it bcoz everybody is practicing such a thought of fear and we too learnt the same?? or do we really love our life this much or does life love us this much that it would be a deal of enormous loss to lose it , or does everybody know the painful process one is bound to deal with while giving up life ?? ..

Talking about it ,things have been complex , things have been plain and straight, yet most of them stay unanswered to me and I guess, to many, but fact is that my experience with it even wont bring up any answers.

Paraphrasing ..

I had been watching an oldie 'To kill a mocking bird' few days back, a movie based on a novel by Harper Lee with same name. There is this lawyer in this movie Atticus Finch , a widower and his two children Scout and Jem. Set out in 1930's, this movie talks about racial discrimination that was prevalent amongst whites and blacks. Also does it display a lot more nice things. My this blog entry is not at all meant to give any review on the film or the novel. Be safe.

Now I have just been wondering watching it that these two kids of this lawyer call him by his name only, 'Atticus'. To these kids, their father means their world, they stand by him, they look up to him, they are happy to have him around, they respect him, listen to him, do everything what a father-child relationship ideally might ask for.and at times they would do more than that. And he too doesn't enforce things, would rather justify, would be a listener to his kids, would be protective, would do the rightest to teach them truth. But they would call him only 'Atticus'.

It sounded strange to me thinking calling my dad or momma by their names. But what if I weren't taught the usual way of calling them mamma and papa, I would probably have still shown the same respect and love in return of theirs.But I said 'in return'. Love comes from love, respect from respect. Respect and love doesn't come with titles, neither it goes away calling someone's names. It comes with heart. It never comes one-sided even.

Another thing that I perceived thinking all this is the power of word 'You'. We in Hindi use tu, tum, aap to show an order of respect. While its not sure even that when we call somebody aap we really do respect him or not. So we go hypocrites in expressions. But then this word 'You' prevents displaying such phoneyness.

I don't mean to say that flaw lies with my language of origin to have provision of such words which help inhibition for convenience. Neither I intend to break out saying English is the only language of unfeigned expressions.

I just mean that respect comes from heart only. And is phrased in words. But if we end up being impostors, we are just paraphrasing our emotions with some more respectful words. And that's it.