Monday, May 20, 2013

Let's 'be' fair.






I am from Bangladesh, and in my country there’s a very strange thing with young girls. They all want to be fairer and fairer. We, as a Dravidian race, have a brownish complexion. Most of us have lanky features, with black eyes and hair. But our girls constantly want to get rid of this dark complexion. To them, the concept of beauty lies chiefly in being fair-skinned. 

But they aren’t to be solely blamed as well. Boys generally prefer fair girls for marriage. A dark-complexioned girl is fared poorly in the matrimonial negotiations, no matter how otherwise qualified that girl could be. This singular fact, coupled with aggressive marketing policy of Lever Brothers that market Fair and Lovely, encourages the beautiful brown girls to go for this ointment. Fair and Lovely has a tremendous business back here, and girls are unnecessarily becoming whiter and whiter, sacrificing their natural brownish complexion. 

Are they really getting more beautiful using this cream? Nobody cares. Girls want to be fair looking, and boys don’t want to accompany a girl who is not fair enough. That’s the deal here. Often, before my very eyes, I’ve seen very attractive dim complexioned girls turning into white witches, with their face unnaturally white and in odd combination with the color of their body. It seems as if they had painted their faces with limestone.

Changing colors is a characteristic of a chameleon; it can’t be a trait of a dignified human being. What these girls are doing is that they are degrading their position, eroding their personalities and turning themselves as clowns under the pressure of the society they live in. Sometimes, if I think about them, I feel really sorry. I imagine how I would feel if I had to rub cream on my skin vehemently everyday in order to be acceptable to others! I would just shut myself in a dark room (not lighted!) in insult and degradation.

So the poster/ postcard mocks this fact and ironically tries to mention what happens when things go against their natural appearances.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Each life-long day








 Dedicated to Bangladeshi poet Sukanta Bhattacharya





The day closes.

The sun sets before my eyes, the night gracefully, and surely
Comes and takes us in.
All the day’s work is done.
It’s time to rest.

We have played, listened to songs, made love
Went to places we never thought we would, 
Met people
Who broke hearts like crackers, or made some happy and held them close.

We also wandered about, looked at life grow and leaves fall,
Saw people die for good reasons, and bad.
Read books and forgot what was written there
Watched TV and grew greedy and sinful.

We did all we did and finally it’s night time now.
It’s time to stop.

No regrets though.
We will go to bed as if there is no tomorrow.
No more sun, and sunshine.
We lived our lives, knowing
That our offspring
Will do theirs
Better
Than us

All that we can ask from life
Then
Is to sleep
With such a  fuller satisfaction.