Mediating the media

It’s utterly frustrating to see how the news channels resort to unethical practices  in order to distinguish themselves or to surpass their rivals. The recent incident in Hyderabad - where few girls from NALSAR university attending a farewell party, were filmed unethically by a local media crew -  is a painful evidence of what media can resort to in order to ‘sell’ their news.  Inevitably, the news which was highly exaggerated and misleading served its purpose of increasing the TRP of the vernacular channel, but at the cost of the modesty of few women.  

The men, who filmed the girls are embodiment of heightened desperations. Desperations, mounting up not only because of professional incapability in “news creation” but, also because  somewhere down in their heart breeds the germs of jealousy for failing to become a part of the out-going culture that young India enjoys. The psychology is simple, “If we cannot have it, we'll not let others have it either"! Also, by most probability since their women are not bold enough to be fashionable, they have nothing else to turn their frustration, but on women who are fashionably dressed!

All around the world, women of developed countries enjoy clubbing and partying, but whenever it comes to India it always defames our “culture”.  If it’s about Indian Culture, it’s worthwhile to see the   attempts made, by these esteemed media crew in discussion, in freeing India from the hefty dowry demands, female feticides, crime against women, etcetera. On the other hand as per social norms are concerned, we definitely do not feel ashamed or are ever in double minds to spit or commit nuisance in public places but, when it is about  a woman the entire herd is ready to become the custodian of Indian Culture.

It’s a high time that these frustrated media persons (and other men as well) should stop being sleazy voyeurs in order to find fodder for their channels and leave women on their own. 

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EPHEMERAL SHADOW

The night was cold;
The streets almost deserted;
I was alone, down the street walking
Through the light of few posts shining
Pocketed hands.........(no hands to hold, no shoulder to round over)
Completely absorbed in my cogitations,
Then discovered I suddenly,
A FRIEND,so humbly
Down to earth and
Attached........... to me.
There was light above and around.
As we walked together,
Step be Step,
Me warm in his company
He aspiring and growing.
I could see myself in him.
But alas!
The taller he grew the fainter he became
And then he melted down somewhere.
I realized it was dark
I retrospected the time spent together
At times your friends leave you in darkness
When they have grown amazingly tall!
" Some friends like your shadow are incapable of
Staying beside you in darkness.
They may have their compulsions too."
I walked on slowly and silently
Completely absorbed in my cogitations,Then discovered I,
A friend
Attached to me so humbly.
-Arindam

The Etarnal You

YOU drank the poison
When the rest drank for eternal life
They never knew that eternity Is not that coveted drink,
But conquering every heart and becoming
A part of every soul living.
For me eternity is a part of that null
Where exist the bliss and Congeniality
Of our togetherness.
I have had my share of poison here
Now let me leave the world behind
Leave the life ephemeral
And come to you
Death conquers us all
Where the effect of poison ceases
And life becomes eternal.
-Arindam
 

BEYOND THE MIST

There was darkness unusual
And smoke all over.
I lost my individuality,
Then lost my Identity,
I had lost you!
I get lost in the smoke........
I lose and I gain a hole,
An abyss of void.
No other counterpart to fill it.
So I smoke and see it filling the hole,
Then I cannot see.
Smoke all over !
Just like the mist in the cold morning of Ooty;
I couldn't see you ,But i knew you were there.
-Arindam

A DESIRE

And I looked into your coyed eyes,
Drinking the wine in you to my quench,
And lock my Lips to yours.
You know that you are desired:
"LOVE: A desire of being desired."

Your long dark hair
And I got lost there,
Sometimes I get lost in darkness unusual,
And never return back.
Be the darkness in my heart
Or your long dark hair.
And the fragrance, so wild!
As it entices me to explore deeper.

I discover the woman in you
And you the fire in me.
Your soft touch can heal me a lot.
As I dive in the waves so passionate,
Let me stay there
And feel the warmth in your heart.
- Arindam