Ejaculation 23: A new 'Happy Day' to add to the list of the annual 'Happy Days'!

March 11, 2013

One rapist jumps parole, changes his ID, does a MBA, clears a bank PO job and starts working during 7 years; A second rapist hijacks a helicopter ride after collecting a reward; The third one 'commits suicide early morning.

May be this could be called a 'Indian Rapist Day' every year. Lot of Indians will get another DAY to celebrate:

•   People could sms each other wishing 'Happy Rapist Day!';

• Women could bully their men into giving them a lavish outing treat under the pretext that they (men) should solemnly pledge today NOT to rape them! (unless with their consent);

• Men could upload some interesting videos and pics on say - '10 Most Loving Rapes ever'; '13 Most unlikely Rapists of the year' etc

• TV Channels would day-long telecast socially meaningful programmes with their female anchors fanning out in their cities underdressed to 'sting operate' on anti-socials and play the episode in a unending loop while screaming--- what else But 'Rape!' !!!

• MTV etc could get Honey Singh to ejaculate RAPe songs whole day;

• 'Shiv Senas', 'Ram Senas', 'Banar Senas', ( and Ayrton Senna! sorry couldnt resist this one) could have a field day reviving their dormant careers chasing and bludgeoning each other for 24 hours to compete for the 'Most Raped & Rapped Sena of the Day ' - a 'Oommph Kara' award!!!!

• 'Archies' could come out with lovely 'Rip Rape Cards' to commemorate the day and sell some naked Barbies with only a meaningful placard on them- 'Just because I am naked it does NOT gives You the right to rape me.....You could have just loved me.....awwwwwwww!'

AND the Militant Women Organisations and our NAGA Sadhus could have a PUBLIC (hey! I said 'Public' and NOT what your dirty mind thought!!) fashion show with a socially relevant message:  "...My Body is mine, Whatever I wear (Or NOT wear) would be ENTIRELY my sartorial inability. Nobody should have the right to rape me ! (or ogle shameless!)"

And thus will end a eventful day with all of us going to sleep , alone or otherwise, that night with a hope that dreams that night would be fantasies and NOT nightmares!

© 2013 Rajan Kapoor
(Statutory Warning: The pic has been taken for representative purposes and no Sadhus were hurt violated; no moral violations hurts were undertaken; AND no offence meant)

Rajan Kapoor's Ejaculation 15: Two Poems written Many Years Ago...

Graveyard with mourner's bench (Photo credit: lawnborghini)

Graveyard 2 (Photo credit: lindsayshaver)

A Window Onto the Graveyard

I Watch.

I Watch her. 
I Watch her weeping.

I Watch her weeping alone.
 I Watch her weeping alone adjacent to a body.

A dead body.

Probably her husband.

The loneliness of her grief,

The only company of the huddled figure,

brings a lump into my throat

And a couple of tears in my eyes.

Thats all. I shut the window.

One more dead.

One more all alone.

So ? So what.

I go to sleep hearing the wails.

I get up lïstening to the cries.

The graveyard is just nearby.

They come, they dig, they bury.

I see. I turn away

Finishing my remaining sandwich.

©  Rajan Kapoor 2012

Mount Everest from Kalapatthar. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

FUTILITY

Mt. Everest Shivers...

Not from the cryogenic temperatures or the

burden of the scintillating snow. It contemplates its existence!

Mt. Everest Shivers...

They came in ones and twos.

Trudging up they tore the Tranquility.

Dogged and dimwits! Clawing their way up. A whisper

of mine led to their mortality by the engulfing boulders.

Mt. Everest Shivers...

For centuries I had been the Lord of

all I could see, after having sheared my way out of the earthy womb

of Fire and Turbulence; And covered myself with an icy countenance to

perhaps wipe out the memories of the scorching birth. Kidnapped, I did, the

Voluptous clouds to my solitary harem. I enjoyed the sensual pleasure of their brushing against my face.

Then came the Two! One broad—shouldered. Other narrow—eyed. I, the loftiest of them all,allowed them. They climbed upto the top and their joy was a joy to watch.Magnanimous, I felt. Ecstatic they.

Mt. Everest Shivers...

The two went back. Came more, first in a trickle, later in steady

streams. My relenting was their success. But now they say — “Mt. Everest is conquered!” I no more mean the same to them. The earlier awe replaced by smugness. And I filled with remorse (and beer cans and plastic bags and...). My magnanimity my destroyer.

They came. I relented. And they have ‘conquered’.

 ©  Rajan Kapoor 2012