Saturday, October 5, 2013

Yes, I am a man

Humans are those weird beings that judges each of its societal part through its historical lenses. There are a lot of cry for women and a lists of crimes have listed to the name of men that they are supposedly have done over human history. Now, every man is looked upon through these historical lenses and men to a large extent have accepted them. Although, I am sympathetic to feminine voices, but I don't agree with notion that men are looked upon as "all the same". Each human (gender doesn't matter) is unique and deserves to be looked upon that way: 

Yes, I am a man
But I don't want to be seen,
By my body parts,
Or to be expected from a part of my body,
To speak for me, as a whole
Yes, I am a man
Not beard, not mustache,
Not wide shoulders,
Not Prominent chests,
Not heavy arms,
Yes, I am a man
But I don't want to be seen
In frame of tradition,
Yes, I am a man,
Not greedy eyes,
That look at things with temptation,
Not a territorial being,
Whose all pride is his territory,
Not the trader of inherited identity,
Who judges others by his inherited values
Yes, I am a man,
With a curious eyes,
For everything visible,
Yes, it is susceptible to beauty,
And at times get tired,
Shines with sparking lights,
And blurred with rolling tears,
Needs the helps of lenses to corrects its sights,
Still, it can see through a soul,
Through the eyes that look into them
Yes, I am a man,
With a starved soul,
For every bit of affection,
Yes, at times, it feels down,
It wanders for its other part,
It grieves for its helplessness,
Still, it holds no grudges,
It doesn't walk back,
And readily trust assurances
Yes, I am a man
With a restless mind,
All the time ready, for all sparks,
Yes, at times, it get confused,
It misjudges and misinterpret things,
get noisy and unsatisfied,
doubts and questions,
Still, it listen to reasons,
To soft voices even if they are bitter,
Yes, I am a man
With eager hands,
To hold tight open hands,
Yes, at time it shakes,
Still, it is always ready,
to get dusty, muddy, greasy and dirty,
To create and to help
Yes, I am a man
With thin shanks,
Firm to walk unknown paths,
And to places, it is welcomed

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Let's beat the drum!...!...!...!

Yeah, Let's beat the drum...In month of Ramadan, some people beat the drums going street to street to wake up the people in predawn time...I was always fascinated by their jobs; they wake up people from sleep in a time when they are in deep sleep... Socrates were thinking that most of us are in deep sleep like that of predawn time, so he was going from street to street in ancient Athens and cross-questioning people to show them that their lives are un-examined...When we do not analyse our beliefs and world views then it is like living in sleeping mode...The stronger the certainty in unexamined worldviews, the deeper is the sleep.......

As there is no Socrates to stop us on the streets to cross-question our worldviews, keeping diary is way to open yourself for your examination (it is famously known as self-accountability) here I have started beating the drums...let's see how much I am going to be committed to my diary :)