All the Single ladies!

"You don't speak for all men."
This is something I have told myself for years, and why should I?
I mean, I should speak for one man, me. Yes, believe it or not I am a man, in fact I have grown into a very good man.
This isn't about me though, I mean it concerns me, but more so indirectly.
" why do men Cheat?"
" why don't guys call?"
" why are men pigs?"
" why don't guys mean what they say? or do this or that and blah blah blah........"

"Munish you don't speak for all men" This is what I tell myself. I am not a therapist, or a Love Guru. I have just been one of the lucky men who has been asked these question and others many, many times in my life. These questions don't bug me, because they come from women I respect and admire.

And lets be honest I am guy, so I should know men. But I can't hate on all the brothers, because most of them just want the same thing as me.
Still.
Some of you motherfuckers need to get your shit together. You know why? Because you mess it up for all us other guys.
Now granted there is a number of women who strength there hate for men, by not dealing with any issues they have, but COME ON no woman in the history of the world wakes up and goes I want a man to Cheat, Beat, Hate, Use or Hurt me.
As a good man ( and yes I am one) who has been burnt by a few women I can say that blame can be placed on both sides. (but not all the time :) )
But ladies there ain't gonna be no Mrs. Sharma if all the Good women, tell me, a Good man, that every guy they meet lacks this or that. Or they do this, so this means that, and that leads to this, which means he will beat you.
In my life I have heard women say to me and I quote,
"Munish you are a good guy, but you are an Actor."
"Munish you are a good guy, but you are not like most men." ( I once thought this was a good thing)
"Munish you are a good guy, but you don't like snowboarding." ( oh yeah I have heard this)
I could go on, but I think you get the point.
No one want to get hurt, I don't want to get hurt, but I have. It may happen several times again, but if you really want to be happy we have to believe that he or she is out there. No matter how many times someone has done Bhangra on our hearts.
So ladies do you want a Good man? Yes attraction plays a part so don't give me that, "Well I have to be attracted to him to ." line. Or have you possible become so caught up in what your ideal man should be, that you haven't realized that that man is already in your life? Maybe he has even come and gone.? ( Most Good men, truly don't give up on a woman so he isn't far, just make sure you want him and not his attention) Maybe you have even become so focused on yourself, that you can't even see that he is focusing on you to?
Your man is out there, If I start to believe that every woman I meet is a slefish, jaded, bitch I may as well join a monestary and become a monk. AND nothing will change.
So all you Single ladies, don't give up on us men, cause guys like us won't give up on you.
Please let you guard down a little, he is not______ your x- husband or _______ your x-boyfriend. Don't be afraid to Love him, and guys DON'T be afraid to love her.
True Romance is a life time not a season.
So my latest Poetic Rant is for the woman who just broke up with her first love or third love, for the woman who hasn't had a real realationship since 2006, to the Girl who gives it up because she thinks it will keep him, to the woman who says she can't because she is scared, to the men who have found her, and the woman who have been waiting, and finally for my future wife Mrs. Sharma.... wherever she is. :)

The Words of Prince Charming of Def Jam.

Baby trust me, I am looking for you.
My soul tells me you are searching for me to.
I know you have met men who have brought you heartache, but my love will heal your hearts shape.
True, you once asked God for his love, but I posses affection you haven't even dreamed of.

Shakespeare once said, " we (men) prove much in our vows, but little in our love."
However, I am not the man Shakespeare spoke of.
Rest assure I do exist I simply haven't found you yet.
Baby you can tell me these are all words, but if you believe in them I will change your world.

Do not get me wrong I do have my flaws, and we will have our troubles,
but commitment and communication are the weapons of all lovers.
Calm yourself and realize there is a reason we all have some pain,
pure love babe would drive us insane.
The hurt balances us out makes us aware of another persons heart.
Only then can we start to believe in the word "Us", for "Me" and "I" are what make any love story tragic.
It's attractive that you can stand on your own, that "you don't need a man".
It will give me pride to be your companion
It will mean you love me for who I am.
Let yourself grow into the person you are meant to become,
I will be a blessed man to be with a complete woman.
Someday soon our love story will come true.

M Sharma

I wish you well Coconut, lets get back to poetry.

Thank you to anyone who read my last blog. Believe me, as idealistic as I am, it took a lot for me to write down what I did. My biggest fear when I write is that people will think, "Oh it's Munish being Munish" or that I am writing about a specific person and will not actually try and understand what I am articulating. Having said that, I did receive a lot of different kinds of feedback from people. Most of it thankfully was very positive, still I want to clarify a few things.

1) I do not hate women or brown people.
I have always enjoyed the richness of my culture, I just refuse to accept some of the human traditions and beliefs that exists in a culture that is so proud of a collective oneness, equality and inclusion.
Why would I hate Women? True I have had my heartbroken, Yes I have loved someone who does not love me in return. However, I am responsible for all of those decisions it is a part of my Karma. Yes there are some Women who have wronged me but that pales in comparison to all the Women that believe in me, and care for me.
No two Women are ever the same, so I would be an ignorant fool if I let one woman represent all of them.

2) I am glad people saw the internal racism and Segregation that occurs in our South Asian Culture. How is it Ok to have friends of Different religion, caste or sects, but choosing them as a mate is out of the question? In fact many of us boys maybe even a few girls still end up dating someone who is not of the same caste, religion, race with absolutely no intentions of marrying them. That is right folks, we are prepared to create a strong bond with another person and give them our heart, but marriage is out to the question. Most of the time its because they do not want to let there "families down". I ask, If friendship is equal to love and Love can not exist without Friendship why the hell are we setting ourselves up for disappointment then? True when we are young we don't really know what we want, and most of us are not looking to get married. Still, if you meet someone and you connect on 9 out of 10 points wouldn't you want to spend the rest of your life with 9 reasons you should be with that person, rather then 1 reason you couldn't be with that person. (that one point usually ends up being Family, Religion or Money) My mother once told me there is always difference between people, but we are all different and that is what makes us all the same.

3) Any issued I brought up can describe anyone regardless of color, religion, but I can bet you a South Asian person can attach it to more then one Occasion in there lives.

I will write more on these issues and other as time goes on, but I still want to post some poetry.........so here we go.

Move On

I have poisoned many pages with your love attempting to appease this heart.
Writing page after page like a holy sage.
Worshipping you like a Goddess expressing to the world what my hell is.
Yes I understand your mortality, but your effect on me is heavenly.

God has punished me for doing this, by demanding I treat you like the rest.
Falling to my knees I will repent, yet I fear this heart will not relinquish its commitment.

My dear I have lost track of reality and turned my life into a tragedy.
Still, the simply truth is... I did this.
This boy listened to his heart, now that same heart is torn apart.
I should have listened to my peers.
Now I spend nights holding back tears.

Please do not question my heart, it must simply learn to live without.
Now like fictional lovers of times past our love to will not come to pass.

So I will take all the love that I have for you, and light a fire for the world to see.
Use this blaze to drive me to succeed.
That way no matter where destiny guides me, you will always be able to find me.

M Sharma

Should I miss being a coconut?

Should I miss being a Coconut?

It has been a full year since I have become a full desi “Brown” boy.
You must be asking yourself what I was before, the answer is a Coconut. I was only really “brown” because of my skin color, and let’s be honest even that brown is faint, but the rest of me was very much North American. Sure, I know that I am Hindu-Punjabi, what part of the Punjab I come from, heck I even know the name of the village, but it was only important to me because I wanted to know my heritage. Yes, I can speak both Hindi and Punjabi. True I mix them both up and don’t really speak my mother tongue very often, but hey I grew up in Regina Saskatchewan aside from my family who else was I going to talk to?
Still, I wasn’t very “Indian” “Brown” or “Desi”. Sure I watched Bollywood films but only really enjoyed them until I was 16, I mean how many different versions of the same love story can I watch? I get it Love conquers all now lets sing and Dance about it. Truth is I didn’t even hang out with a lot of South Asian Boys or Girls. The Boys always wanted to show off and if that wasn’t enough they always were ready to prove how tough they were. (This is something I still see in Van). The Girls always too harsh for me, very quick to cut you down, and only liked you when you had something tangible to give them. (Years later Tangible became Money, Car, and a House. Lets be honest everyone wants that, but I think some of my Desi Sisters put too much onus on that. Ladies all men want the best for the people they love.) So for all these factors I distanced myself from hanging out with “my own kind”.
I was happy to hang out with my white friends and being the “token brown guy” or partying with my multicultural crew, the Persian brothers, my Black homies, and Asian cousins. Yet some how deep inside me I always felt like I was missing out. My Mother and Father who feared their oldest son didn’t like being “Brown” strengthened this feeling.
However, this all changed when I moved to lovely Vancouver BC, and my “Browness” was not spoon feed to me, but rather shoved down my throat. At times if feels like that overnight I was surrounded by “my own kind”. At first I was overjoyed, my own people like me, I mean they really really liked me, but unbenounced to me I was about to learn what being apart of “my own kind” means.
I do not want to talk about our colorful clothes, the Bollywood Flare, the joy of being from India, and I do not want to talk about our rich Indian heritage. I am talking about what it is to be “Brown” and what it has come to mean to me.
So what does being “Brown” mean?
Being Brown means knowing everyone’s business, that’s right we need to have as much information as we can about another person so that we can either A) Use it to our advantage or B) Tell every single person we know about what is happening in another person’s life. There is no such thing as keeping a secret, in fact I can almost promise you the next time you hang out with your brown friends they will already know what you are about to tell them, they’re just gonna act like it’s the first time they have heard of it.
Being Brown means being friends with people you don’t necessarily like (I know for a fact some people think of me this way). This is something that is universal, but since I have become a brown boy many of my own kind have told me how they don’t care for that person or don’t trust someone whom they have been friends with for years. Why do we do this? Because it wouldn’t be very Brown of us to tell another person how much we don’t like them. We just make them our friends and give them back handed compliments for years and years or try and one up each other continuously (Oh you bought a house? I’m building one). That is the Brown way.

Being “Brown” means living at home with your family. It doesn’t matter if you can live on your own. It is not very “Brown”. For the brown people who live away from their families, they most likely moved to this city and don’t have any close relatives to live with. Then there are the few Brown people who do have their own place but still manage to “visit” home every moment they get the chance.
Being Brown means being coddled by our parents. Mommy and Daddy do everything for us. We complain that we aren’t allowed to live our own lives, but we still don’t do anything about it. Why? Because many of our parents don’t really know who we are, we put on a masks and still act like children. Why? Because it is easier. We already have pressure from our parents. I mean, have you ever heard this, When will you be finished school? Are you going to be a Doctor, Engineer, or Teacher? When are you getting married? When are you having Kids? Why doesn’t your wife respect me? Why is your husband so lazy? Why don’t you listen to me anymore?
Why the hell would we want our parents to tell us what else we are doing wrong?
Even if you rose to the challenge and changed your family dynamic, by breaking down barriers that wouldn’t be very “Brown”.
Being Brown means seeing difference in our own Culture. How many Brown people have I met that have almost certainly asked me one major question, “What are you?
Are you Sikh? Hindu? Muslim?
This question also has sub questions.
What caste are you? What part of India are you from?
Punjab?
What part? Etc.
In Regina all I ever needed to tell someone was that I was from India and that was it. In Vancouver every Brown person I have met needs to know my family lineage. (This happens wherever there is a larger brown population)
The funny thing is I spent my whole life being Brown, but when I moved to Vancouver I found out I can be the wrong kind of Brown.
Being Brown means dating your own Brown kind. For me that means Brown Girls.
I personally believe that only a brown woman can assess if she will marry you or not without having to go on a single date with you.
How?
You see, when a Brown girl like you, you don’t date. She calls you, she calls you anywhere from 3 to 10 times in a day. If she likes you she will text you every chance she can get and none of those text will have any real importance, but you damn well better text her back. However, the Brown Girl will not date you.
Oh no!
For you see she is only trying to get to know you.
She will call you every night and keep you up for hours, but when you ask her out she will tell you she is very busy. Even though if you added up how much you have talked on the phone it would equal out to 3 dates. Don’t get me wrong if she does like you she will hang out with you…but for coffee.
And you are not on a date.
This is where things get interesting. For you see, a brown girl is great at sending sexy or flirty texts she might even be very seductive on the phone, but she will treat you like you are selling her insurance when you hang out with her. It is solely a transaction, a coffee or in most cases tea transaction that will end with her giving you a platonic hug and if you are lucky she may let you kiss her on the cheek. When she leaves and you are left standing there thinking, “what the fuck just happened?” She well text you to tell you how cute you are and that she had a good time.
Ok serious time.
Now I have a sister I am aware first hand about how hard it is for a South Asian Woman.
The Rules for a Female in our culture are highly unfair and need to change. Many women have sacrificed their own happiness for the sake of family. Many women have stifled their own growth as human beings so that they do not disappoint there families,
But ladies why do you have to make a Brown Boy’s life so miserable?
I understand that many of you are under a lot of stress you were most likely hurt by your first love, or you had a boyfriend that treated you horribly. However, the truth is ladies that your first love and that douche bag of an X-boyfriend are still going to get married and have babies. In fact they will marry a woman who feels exactly like you, how can this happen you ask? Simple, because many of you girls will walk all over every brown guy you meet after you have been crushed. You will always be quick to focus on what they don’t have or what quality they posses that remind you of any negative man that has been a part of your life. This will make you believe that every Brown guy you know is an Asshole (Except your Brother(s)). Then you will turn around and marry your cousin’s friends brother or some Brown guy who lives in another city, but guess what they are brown guys too. They just get the leg up because now “they come from a good family” or “they aren’t like any other brown guy you’ve met.” You know why, because you are giving them a real chance.


Maybe I have said too much, yes I could even be out of line. Yet the beauty of my culture is slowly becoming a thin see through veil covering an ugly truth. We need to change.
If we come from India and live in Canada then what are we?
Did our ancestors always try to segregate from one another or where they trying to evolve into something more? What was Krishna try to teach us? What was Kabir preaching? Did Guru Nanak Dev want this?

When I was a coconut I did not tolerate racism or prejudice, heck I even proudly called myself a feminist.
Unfortunately now that I am brown I have to see difference in my culture, not simply to respect or to admire, but to keep away from. I have to know if the guy I am talking to is Jatt Punjabi. If I like a Brown girl I have to find out if she can date a Hindu-Punjabi regardless of whether she likes me or not. Everyone needs to know what I am worth and not the person that I am. I am not ashamed of my Indian Heritage or where I come from. When I was a coconut of course there were setbacks, none of my non-brown friends took the time to learn my own cultural ways, I was simply regarded as ethnic, there was no Punjabi Market, no Raj cinema, no Bollywood dancing, and I didn’t have all the lovely brown friends.
Still, when I was a coconut there was more to me then what side of the river I was from.


M Sharma
(if this has offended anyone that was not my intent, but if it made you feel something I will take it)

Questions

Can a person create there own hell?
Can we acknowledge when we are happy and then accept that it will pass?
Are you afraid of succeeding?
Ask yourself these questions and be prepared for the answer you give yourself.
To me Balance is the quest of life.
However, to be a balanced human being you can not look at things as good or bad, black or white, right and wrong.
You simply must Do.
Yes of course you need to put thought into what you are doing. I am not saying you should just do what you feel, but your feelings can guide you.
The Quest for Balance is never ending. Sometimes something that might be "wrong" is actually right, other times the "right thing" is actually the wrong thing. In order to be the "Good guy" we have to be prepared to play the Villain.
When you are balanced you rule your feelings. It is your soul that shines.
When you are balanced others do not dictate you decisions in life, they simply bring facts into a decision you will make.
When you are balanced you are responsible for ALL of your decisions.
And you can accept this.


This piece is short and straight to the point.
*************
My heart hurts from time to time.
Looking for the person who committed the crime.
Heartbreak may not be a capital offence.
Yet is still feels like death nonetheless.

M Sharma

Inspire

If I can not love you.
I will love you indirectly.
I will speak the words of love to inspire the heart.
God lets these words bring kindred souls together.
For if I am meant to live without a piece of my soul,
I will challenge others to make themselves whole.

I can not be anymore then what I am,
but I am thanks to you my friend.

Often you have stood firm by my side
Unwilling to let me run and hide.

When I have poisoned myself with selfish emotion,
you have always conjured up the healing potion.

I have tried and failed to many times to count,
but you have refused to let me be down and out.

Sometimes I feel unworthy of your inspiration,
but I am quick to cast away that sensation.

You have strung together speech to sound like music to my ears.
That is why all my movements have become effortless and clear.

There is no such thing as darkness in my life.
For your love even illuminates the night.

Your touch makes me feel so precious,
that is has stopped me from acting reckless.

Some would call you a muse, but we will leave that to fate.

For I my friend call you my soul mate.

M Sharma

Parts 2

One of the greatest titles you can have in the world is Brother or Sister.

I have been a Brother since I can remember.
In fact I do not have a single memory in my life where I was not a Brother.
My younger Brother Rajnish has always been in my life, he is my First Friend. He is one of the most well put together people I know, and I am lucky enough to call him my brother. He naturally posses qualities that some people get "How to" books on, or take classes about. If you ever get the chance to spend time with him you will find out what I mean.
My younger sister is my Gift from God.
The first memories I have all concern my sister.
The first one is my mom asking me if I wanted another Brother or a sister.
To this day all I have to do is close my eyes and I am transported back to 1985. Standing on the steps upstairs, pulling on the stairway rail announcing to my mom that I wanted a sister and that if she brought home another brother I would kick him out of the house. ( Its not because Raj was to much it was because he was already the best brother I could ask for)
My second memory is meeting my sister for the first time.
It's a story that is very dear to my heart, but it is also one that I will always prefer to tell in person.
The third memory is naming her Monica
It was down to Monica and another name ( as you can see the other name is not worth remembering)
I remember hearing Monica and going, "THAT is my sisters name". I then proceeded to jump up and down on a hospital bed yelling, "Monica, Monica, Monica."
Of course my Mom and Dad turned around and yelled at me, but my job was done.
They named her Monica. :)
Rajnish and Monica have always pushed me to be better.
They are the reasons why I became a leader and protector.
I have and always will push myself as hard as I can because I refuse to let my little brother and sister down.
They will tell me very quickly that there is nothing I can do that will let them down, but that is why they are so wonderful.
They have always believed in there Weird, Romantic, Goofy older Brother. :)

I only wish to share these important things about me, because I want people to better understand the major pillars that make me who I am. My Family is as wonderful as any other persons family, my intention is not to "rub it in" or "gloat".
I believe it will help give anyone who takes the time out of there important lives to read this blog a better understanding of what drives me.
BUT I do hope it possibly makes others appreciate there loved ones and drives them to believe in love and take chances.
No matter what I do in life my family will not leave my side.
I won't let them.
I love them to damn much. :)

As per usually some more written work. Enjoy!

1230

At 1230 the phone would always ring
No matter what mood she was in.
I would do my best to disguise my joy.
Every so often I even acted annoyed.

She was always so quick to say,
"Should I let you go?"
Even though she knew I would always say no.
She would regale me with stories of her day
I would sit there smirking as she vented away.
Eventually she would apologizes for talking to much
then be so quick to question "Why I liked her so much?"

I would reply with some devilish remark.
The truth is she had become a piece of my heart.

She became my personal lullaby.
I would not close my eyes with out her affectionate Goodnights.

*******
1230 and my phone is lifeless.
I should have know it would come to this.
I fight every urge to pick up the phone.

I have to teach myself to leave her alone.

She has made it clear she does not need me.
All her words have become deceiving.
There are a great many obstacles we would have to face
for this love to take place.

She would once start a conversation by saying, "Talk".
But no one cares to hear the words of a broken heart.

Each night at 1230 I wait for the phone to ring.
Hoping for the night when she will call again.

M Sharma

Parts

I have always been a Romantic.

I have come to believe that it is something I inherited from my parents. My Mother breaths Love into the world, in fact she loves so much that she even loves those who are unworthy of her. It is not a competition she just loves openly, she has told me many times that Hate hollows our soul and destroys our inner essence. Then in her passionately speaking voice she would say, "why would you want to do that?". My Father is a Loyal Lover he does not need to speak poetry or show large productions of love for you to know he loves you. It exists in his eyes always apparent and never waning. Early on in my childhood he told me, " The only people that matter in this world are your Mom, Sister, Brother and your Dad. Nobody should ever break you a part". When I got older he changed it to Wife and Children saying, " When you get Married the most important people are your Wife and kids. Always be there for each other first, everyone else is second... even your Mom and Dad". He added the last part with a smirk. This advice I have not forgotten and refuse to forget. It made sense to me, if two people connect and are happy together that is what should matter first and last. The world will almost certainly through innumerable obstacles your way, but if two people are sound in each others love nothing will rip you apart.

This is a major make up of who I am, I am Loyal to the ones I Love and even care for those who at times consider me forgettable.
The only downfall I have ever seen of being a Romantic is when I have encounter those who ground you and do not allow you to fly. Let me make it clear, A ROMANTIC DOES NOT HAVE HIS/HER HEAD IN THE CLOUDS OR LIVE IN A DREAM WORLD. THEY DREAM SO THAT THOSE DREAMS CAN COME TO FRUITION IN THE REAL WORLD. THEY ARE AMONG THE CLOUDS BECAUSE THEY WANT TO SEE ALL THAT IS OFFERED TO THEM, BUT THEY DO LIVE IN THIS WORLD. THEY LIVE IN THIS REALITY, THEY JUST HAVE THE ABILITY TO CHANGE THE WORLD THEY LIVE IN. ( Sorry I am not really yelling:). )

I promise that as I progress the poetry I share will become slightly more positive. Believe it or not I am funny, but there is more to me then Jokes and a youthful exuberance.


False
Nothing feels right without her
I will always be searching for a place beside her.
Even in the same room she is never close enough
Yet I am to prideful to admit my hellacious emptiness.

So we stand there pretending there is nothing between us.
While our hearts and souls scream out that this is ridiculous.
This is the torture we must place ourselves in
because our elders and peers call our union a sin.

Often these days I question the world around me.
Why do I choose to live with the ignorance that surrounds me?

How can I accept that this is our culture?
When at times we act like ravenous vultures.
We attack each others vulnerabilities
Claiming to be an accepting society.
We build up barrier's calling them differences
But we are simply fortifying our imprisonment

All I ever did was love another.
Yet the age I live in has made me a martyr.
Now I am forced into this crippling disposition
Thanks to the glorious word Tradition.