Sunday, November 27, 2011

The price we pay

This is in response to the article 'Not a wife waiting to happen' in the open page of The Hindu dated 27 Nov 2011. The writer was critical about the old customs of girls being married off at a very early age. She is indeed correct in pointing out that old ways do not help a woman utilize her potential and pursue her dreams. She would have to 'glove' into the mould prepared to her by the society and where women does all the adjustment for marriage to work. These observations are absolutely correct, but what i dont agree with is her apprehension on whether this is actually a marriage or bondage. For an answer, i guess the best thing to do is ask any grandmother in her 80s or 90s about how good her married life was. I am sure that a majority of them would fondly recall the life they have (or had) with their better halves. Hardly a few would say marriage was a bitter experience, in spite of all the above mentioned inconveniences!

   In early days, girls were married off at a very young age. She would have hardly had any exposure to the outside world and at 15 or 16 she would have not started to develop a personality of her own. So in essence, the woman in a girl would be born only after she gets married. it was very convenient for a male chauvinistic society. The world she sees, the books she reads, the way she thinks, the life she leads all were highly influenced by the man she is married to. Slowly she will develop a personality that is an extension of her husband's. With time, the things on which the couple agree on will grow along with their mutual understanding. Does it mean earlier marriages were  'lived happily ever after fairy-tales'? Of course not. But the differences were settled with a higher bias to the husband's point of view (which in tun was a reflection of male dominance in the society). With all the imperfections it is a fact that most of the earlier marriages worked.

  So what is the difference between then and now? Today both men and women are educated and independent. They are aware of the surroundings and by the time get married have a well developed and refined personalities. As always, marriage is an amalgamation of two personalities and no two persons can ever be the same. However hard you try, you will never be able to agree to your partner on all accounts all the time. The more a person is aware of ones ability to think, analyse and decide, the more he/she would be convinced of the rationale of his/her decision. So whenever there is a difference in agreement, one tend to defend his/her stand. It is neither the eagerness to dominate nor unwillingness to co-operate and adjust but simply differences in the milieu in which two personalities were molded. Unlike earlier, when girl developed her individuality after marriage, today, a woman is completely developed as a person by the time she is married. No one can be blamed when two such distinct personalities living under one roof start to have differences, it was bound to happen.

  Am i proposing that the days when girls were married off, even before they knew what a family is, was a better bet that the contemporary world? Not at all! This is how i want the world to be, only that i take marriage break ups as part of the price we have to pay. In a world where everyone looks to succeed and no one wants to fail, such a thing is ought to happen. Fortunate are those who have a better half with a 'matching frequency', but they are few and far between and as i said are the fortunate ones. But majority of couples are those who count the 'sacrifices' made for the marriage to work, until they reach the saturation point and then marriage is torn apart. The point is, past and present has its own virtues. But those virtues comes with a price. We better be ready to pay that price!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

He and She

He: It was love at first sight. I still remember the day i met her for the first time, even the color of her dress. I was sure that she had a fight at home. There was a tad of tear in her eyes. And when she looked at me with those eyes, I knew I am in love. Wat drew me towards her was her eyes. The spark I saw in those eyes stays with me even now, long after she is gone from my life.

She: I hated him the first time. Everything about him made me angry, his mustache, his big specs, and the way he talked..... i felt i would sleep right in front of him. I did not see him in my life then. And now....


He:  I knew she loathed me from the first day we met. The harder i tried to make myself impressive, the more foolish i felt. But I was determined to win over her heart. Somehow. She was different from anyone else I had seen. She was sure of what she wanted and would never hesitate to demand what she thought was hers. The more I spend time with her, more I started to admire her. She was beautiful.

She: I knew he liked me from the first day. He always wanted me to listen to what he says and he did everything he can to win over me. Slowly it dawned on me that he was really funny, and he really wanted to impress me badly. He started to respond to even the slightest of changes in my feelings. He started to understand me better. He was different.


He: Her father was her most beloved friend. It was his death that brought us closer. When i went to her house, i didnt know what to do. She was crying so badly i couldnt stand it. All i could do was just go and sit near her and let her cry on my shoulders. She kept crying.

She: My father was my best friend. And the day he died, i lost a part of me. All i could do was to cry on. When he came, he knew exactly what to do. He came near me and let me cry on his shoulders. I kept crying.


He: we knew we were more than friends now. i could see her trying to weigh me out. She wanted to know everything about me, my life, my friends, my liking, my this and that. It always felt she was not sure if i were the one for her.

She: I knew he was more than my friend. I wanted him to come closer to me. Share with me everything in his life. Let me be part of him. I loved to listen to him, and watch him talk. He is the one for me for sure.


He: i knew i should propose to her. I knew she would say yes. Only that i did not have the courage!!
She: I knew he would propose to me. Only I dont know if I will have the courage to say yes!!!


He: Why did I say no? Was it coz i was ashamed? Was it coz i got scared? How could i be such a dumb?
She: How could he be such a dumb? Never had the nerves to propose to me and when finally I proposed he said NO. Always thought and dreamed but never DID anything! What a dreamer!!!!



He: It was love at first sight. I still remember the day i met her for the first time, even the color of her dress. I was sure that she had a fight at home. There was a tad of tear in her eyes. And when she looked at me with those eyes, I knew I am in love. Wat drew me towards her was her eyes. The spark I saw in those eyes stays with me even now, long after she is gone from my life.

She: I hated him the first time. Everything about him made me angry, his mustache, his big specs, and the way he talked..... i felt i would sleep right in front of him. I did not see him in my life then. And now.... I HATE HIM MORE!!




Sunday, February 13, 2011

What if....???

wat is the time? how long i have been sleeping?
was she here? did she really call me??
of course not... she is gone.. how can she call me now?
why is the damn bell still ringing? have i not switched it off?? am i awake now?


da..wake up.... how long can you sleep???
common di... its a sunday.... wat should i do gettin up?
potta...its Saturday and you were saying you had something imp in office....
oh f**k! thanx di... you are a savior....


was it raining all night? was i not awake all night? when did i sleep? why does it hurt so bad? how much can it bleed? was it all my mistake? What if i did something different? What if i did not go? What if....



Where did you go? i was searching you all day long...
i juz did not feel like sitting in the office di... was at hibu's cubicle all morning and then went to ammavan's for lunch and then to dorm... full day no work... enna patti??
nthin, juz thought of giving you a call....
gud, den shall we go for a tea??


what is this taste in mouth? was i drunk? was it last night? Who is that shouting at me?

y do you always fight with me?
common di.... i was juz teasing you...
dont you ever say anything like dat ever....
ook... im sorry.... by the way, you look good when you blush..



what am i looking at? is it white? am i still sleeping? which is this bed? is it still night? who is that looking at me? why is he talking so loud?
'can you see me, Roan? at least move your eyelid dear'
'sorry, your son doesn't seem to respond. i doubt if he is still out of the coma. i suggest you carry on with the funeral'


di... shall we get married?
potta... is this how you propose to a gal?? cant you do at least this favor of proposing in a proper way?


Why is my vision blurry? is that tears? can i still cry? Why is that nurse running towards me? What if this is a new beginning? What if... I..!!?!!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

To thee my dew....

The longing of a leaf
 
Oh my dear dew....
leave i must too....
giving way to things new...
but love i do...
my adobe, my life and you....
 
the times that i had with thee...
will live with me till eternity...
leave we must, you and me...
but our love ll stay for all to see..
 
thou, my love, not be sad...
of the fate that lay ahead...
coz never will thy beauty fade...
nor my love for thee..
 
the morning sun, it shines on us, 
with gentle warmth and its lures..
its golden rays wishing us...
loving life and brighter hues... 
 
thou are mine.... till thee departs.....
 

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Home Run

What is written below is based on one of the most inspiring articles I have read. When I read it, it had touched me so deep and lifted my spirits to a new height that I never knew existed. I don’t know how much I will be able to recreate the same. But let me give it a try…..

Cancer is a word which when comes into your life, shatters you completely and sucks the life and spirit out. I never anticipated that I would experience how it feels until one day John came into the living room, sat next to me, hugged me and gently broke out the dared news. Harry, our only child, our little precious was, according to doctors, having very little time left to be with us. The doctors were getting ready to start with chemotherapy sessions but wanted us to be 'realistic' with the prospect of it being successful.

Harry, from the day he came into my world, became my world. He was my proud little precious. From the day he started going to school, I would eagerly wait for him to return. I knew he also badly missed me when in school. The moment he comes back we used to sit together and Harry would tell me everything that happened. It was our world from then on. When we were together, we didn’t need anyone else… not even John. We had our own share of fun, joy and little secrets. Those days went past fast and full….

The whole world turned upside down one day when Harry came from school tired and sick. It was two days before the dared word started its reign in our house… shattering my world…. There is not a single thing in this world that I wouldn’t give up, if it would help me to stay with my son for another day.

Harry had three rounds of chemo. But his condition was deteriorating fast. He became more and more weak. John and I always put up a brave smiling and cheerful face in front of him, to cheer him up.  He would also tiredly smile at us. But he knew me well. He knew how much I was pretending. The pain he was going thru was catching up with his spirit. It felt he was starting to give up the fight  and we started to feel that we were fighting a losing battle.

 It was then that he told me he wanted to go and see a local baseball match played by his friends. And that match changed us completely…

Though he was weak and was panting after taking a few steps, he bravely got himself out of the bed, got ready and sat in the car without my help. I was already feeling proud of him and started to have a feeling that this day was indeed special for him and me…

By the time we reached the stadium the match had already started. There were only a few parents as audience, who came to cheer up their children. We took a seat at the front row and started watching the game. Most of the players were Harry's classmates and they all smiled at us when they saw us. I could see that Harry was feeling happy to be out of the hospital and disappointed at not able to play the game with them.

The match went on and suddenly one of them came up to us and said

Harry, its your turn…. Come and bat…

I couldn’t believe what he was saying. And I was about to protest when I saw the desire in my son's eyes. This was one thing if I didn’t allow, would haunt me for the rest of my life. I knew it and I kept silent.

Harry went with his friend and got ready to face the ball.

He was clumsy and was not able to hold the bat properly. His friends knew his condition well. The one who bowled threw a slow ball at him. Harry somehow managed to hit the ball. The ball went straight to the boy who was the captain of the team. He could have easily took the ball and thrown it to the bowler's end. Instead he took the ball and threw it to the player who was furthest away from the field. He then came up to Harry and said

Harry run to the first base… run fast…..

I didn’t know what was happening and I am sure most of the others too had no idea. Harry encouraged by the words started running to the next base. He was weak, he was panting, but he didn’t stop. He went running.

By the time he reached the first base, the ball had already reached the fielder. But instead of throwing it  to the base, he threw it to a lonely patch of land. The captain kept shouting

Harry run.. Run to the second base….

By this time many of the fielding players also joined in encouraging him to run. My boy kept running. He reached the second base. And now his friends turned him towards the third base and asked him to run to the third base…

I knew how tired he have become. How difficult he might have been feeling. But I was seeing him changing, right in front of my eyes. He wanted to run.. He wanted to reach the third base. He wanted to fight. Though he was slow, he kept running, no, crawling, to the next base.

By the time he reached the third base and was encouraged to complete the home run, the entire stadium was on its heels. The whole of players were behind Harry.

Common Harry… finish the home run…. Keep running..

They kept shouting and encouraging him. The match was forgotten…

With my heart throbbing and my eyes blinded with tears of joy and pride, I watched him complete his home run. The entire crowd started applauding and his friends all came running towards him, embraced him. They carried him out of the field on their shoulders. He was their hero….. My boy lived thru the happiest moments of his life and he was looking at me... Smiling………..
  
Harry died two months later. But those two months, he was a changed person. He never gave up. Even when he knew he was not going to make it. That one day had brought in so much joy and pride in our life. It is one thing that has kept John and me strong thru all these days after my son was gone.  That despite cancer my boy made the home run!!!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The John Keats effect!!!!

Today after dinner, juz, nik and I were talking and somehow we took up poetry as the topic of discussion. For me, only one name come into pic when someone talks about poetry.... THE JOHN KEATS!!!!!

Give me women, wine and snuff
Until i cry out 'hold, enough'
You may do so sans objection;
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they shall be
My beloved Trinity.....


John Keats ROCKS...!!!!!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Journey

The rain was relentless. The roof on top of the shed was useless as the wind was blowing all rain into the waiting shed. Viny looked at his mother. She was still having the same emotionless expression. He knew that when she has this face, never ask her anything. Else he would have shouted at her. He badly wanted to let her know how angry he was at her.

The day began with much expectations for him. Anu, had told him that she will tell him the secret behind the magic box of hers. From the moment he woke up till he reached school all he thought of was how she was able to pull out a pencil from such a small box. It was such a sensation in class and he badly wanted to know how she did it. He had to do a lot of cajoling to finally make her give out the secret. And today was the day!

The moment he reached the class his eyes went to the second row. Anu was sitting at her place, smiling at him. He ran towards her and excitedly asked her about the box. With a mischievous smile, she told her that she would show the box during the interval. Though a bit disappointed Viny decided to wait out the two periods that separated him from the biggest secret in the world.

It was during the second period that Kunjettan, the peon came to the class and called Neethu Miss. She went out and spoke to him. After sometime she came inside.

Viny you can go home. Your mother has come to pick you up.

At that moment Viny felt that his mother is his biggest enemy. How can she come and pick him up when such an important thing was about to happen to him? He wanted to shout and say that he wont go. But Neetu Miss had already picked up his bag and gave it to Kunjettan. So he followed Kunjettan to the Principal's room. Mother was standing there, speaking with the principal. Though he wanted to show his anger, he had to keep it to himself. He decided to take revenge on reaching home.

The rain was relentless. Slowly Viny started to enjoy the feeling of cold water hitting on his face. A pool of water had formed in front of the shed. And every time a vehicle passed by, the water splashed up and drenched him. The more he got wet the more excited he became. He waited for the next bus to splash the water and moved close to the pool. Unlike any other day his mother was not protesting. He was enjoying his freedom. Finally he couldn't resist anymore and jumped into the pool.

Viny, come back here.

He looked back and saw his mother looking at him. Her face was also wet. She was using her towel to wipe off the water in her face. There was someone with whom she was talking. He reluctantly gave up his time pass and went back to his mom. That person was asking her something.

How long will it take?

Almost three hours.

Is there anyone coming with you?

No, I can manage alone and I couldn't go without Viny.

Finally the bus came. The moment he got the front seat, he forgot everything. He loves watching the driver handling the bus. The driver was a big guy who drove very fast.The way he clutches the steering and rotates it to maneuver a curve was fascinating. He overtook almost everything going in front and never allowed anyone to overtake him. Viny noticed that every time a successful overtaking was done, the driver took his hands off the steering as if to enjoy the win! Viny watched with admiration and excitement every action of the driver and was absorbed in all the actions taking place.

Viny, wake up, we need to get down at the next station.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around. He couldn't remember when he slept off. He looked at his mother.

Mone, you need some water?

He nodded his head to say 'no'. And she looked away and started staring outside. Why is she so quiet today? Is she angry at him? He couldn't understand what happened.

Suddenly he realized that the path the bus was taking was familiar to him. He has been to this place a number of times.

Mom, are we going to dad's place?

Without looking at him she nodded to say 'yes'

Viny was really excited. It has always been fun whenever he went to his dad's place. He was the greatest guy in the world. The last time he went to dad's place, he had bought him a cricket bat. The whole day and most of the night they played and after that they went to a film where Viny sat on his lap and slept off. He knew that they were a great team. But why cant mom and dad live together?

Viny was now eagerly waiting. He knew that he could see dad's home from the bus itself. It was always exciting to watch. At the turn of the curve, his dad's house came into view. But why are there so many people outside? As he curiously watched, he saw a few people carrying a bed in which there was someone wrapped in white cloths....

Viny turned around to look at his mother. She was still staring outside and wiping off her tears.....

Friday, January 14, 2011

Getting Ready!!!

The room was very dark and the coldness was biting into my face. I turned around and crawled back into my blanket. It felt soft cozy and warm.... as if someone is on top of you and has wrapped you in her warm embrace.(Oh! devilish thoughts from an innocent mind).. and slept on....

OH SHHIIITTTT!!!!!!

I cant believe i overslept once again... where did all the alarms go?? I had kept one on the table which, to reach, i should get up, search out in darkness for the source of the sound, understand the intricate mechanism which causes the sound and then estimate the course of action to be taken for its stoppage. I still cant believe i was able to complete all of the above and while i was sleeping!! Somehow i have managed to stop all 6 alarms i had kept in a 5 min interval period and then carry on sleeping for another 90 mins

And where did damn Nik go? I had asked him to call me up at 7.30 sharp. Finding no other source to release my anger and frustration i decided to call him up..

hello...

da... so you woke up??

wat do you mean woke up?? im damn late man... and why d hell didnt you call me??

who said i didnt call you??

no you didnt.. or else i would ve reached class by now....

i tried your number, and the moment it rang, you picked it up and without waiting for me to say anything you said you need to sleep some more...

wat?? where? when? did it happen? did i really say that?? i dont even remeber looking at the phone ya... and wat am i gonna do now ya?? should i go to class now?? or should i bunk it??

common da... you know today's class is important.... however late you are, dont miss it...

ya.. ya.. wat ever... chalo... im hanging up.... you on your way right???
ya im on my way... see you....

Its always like dis... whatever is comfortable and satisfying is never long lasting.... and it will always make me late for my class....!!!! i looked back at the bed and the blanket.... it was still inviting me, ready to embrace me back to its cozy dark world... but i decided to act defiant this time. With all my will power i finally came out of the tempting spell of my bed and blanket and decided to get ready.....

The classes everywhere had started... i could see teachers animatedly explaining the concepts as i walked towards my class...

The class was full and i could see that not many had noticed my presence. Only Justi and Anki seems to have seen me

What was that smile in their face?? was it 'oh here he is... again late' kinda flouting smile?? i couldn't understand it well.... but i didn't want anyone else to notice my entrance...

i knew i could make it if i just walk in without much ado, i might just get to my place unhurt. But the moment i stepped into the class.....

The whole class stood up....

(I KNEW IT...!!! I hate being a teacher!!!!)

... and said.... GOOD MORNING SIR!!!!!

Watershed development

Though I came across this term for the first time just about a month ago, it has been making rounds through out the month so that knowing it became one priority. So what is watershed development? why is it so important?

No doubt it was conceived by one sagacious person. An absolutely brilliant idea that the development of a region requires not conservation of its surroundings but its maintenance. Though the two words sound similar, they are vastly different. Environment, by itself is continuing. It moves on, and along with its ecosystem, keeps changing. When we use the word conserve, we mean to stop the changes on its track. Lets take the case of a river and a dam. A river is supposed to flow, give water to the lower riparian, cause erosion, bring in fertile soil to the surrounding and thus change the geological and pedological(related to soil) aspects of the regions thru which it flows. We construct a dam across the river to stop its flow and help people in the lower riparian from flood, so we think. If its true, then the dam across the Brisbane river should have given the people in that city the greatest sense of comfort at a time when Australia is seeing heaviest rainfall in over a century. Instead, the very same dam is now the biggest concern because the dam not only reached 190% of its holding capacity, the water level is only 60 cm below being declared uncontrollable by the dam authorities. No one can imagine the dire consequence of the dam failing at this juncture. This only shows that such structural, conservative solutions for environmental issues are only short term. This is where the idea of watershed development with innate principle of maintaing the surrounding gains significance.

In watershed development, the environmental issues are not taken up as isolated entities. instead it is looked at as a part of an interdependent ecology. Therefore it does not propose solutions for the issue, instead, takes into account various factors upstream and downstream which are the reasons and consequences of the given issue. It then proposes various suggestions by which the reasons can be avoided and the consequences can be managed. The idea is that if a region has a large river and have heavy rainfall, that region will always be flood prone. So instead of trying to stop the flood, manage the activities in such a way that the floods have least impact on human life. It calls for lifestyle and soil usage in accordance with the condition of a region. This implies that humans and human activity are an integral part of this concept. It not only looks at how environment should be managed but also how the indigenous community can make optimum use of the environment. Thus in watershed development, conservation is not considered as an end in itself.

Though the concept sounds romantic and inspiring, how much it can be practical is the real question. To implement watershed concept, it is required to play down the commercial aspect in development and give more importance to ecological and social aspects and in bringing up of local community. Watershed development, therefore, can be put into practice only thru the local community as the government mechanism is highly inefficient and the private sector cannot be expected to be philanthropic. This is at the same time the biggest advantage and flaw in the concept. When the local community is empowered with their own upliftment, we will surely see the revival of villages and agriculture and traditional practises growing in stature. But how much will it help in India continue being self sufficient in food security? With plans to decrease agricultural land from 140 mill hectares to 90 million hectares, with less private sector funds pouring in (due to lack of profit in watershed mechanism) and with plans like evergreen revolution conceptualising labour intensive cultivation instead of mechanised ones, will it help in producing enough food for all? Only time will tell......

Monday, January 10, 2011

Andhar se pehela aawaaz

Leave blogging, even writing a few paragraph has always been a tedious job for me. But what excitement in life without taking up challenges? So i had started off with blogging almost a year ago. I even went to the extend of writing a few stories!!!(Oh me!!).. and waited for the appreciation, comments that i was confident would flood my comment box.... and waited... a day... week.. months.... none came... being a person with positive attitude, i decided that the lesser mortals of the world needed more time to adjust and accept with the kind of methodology and thoughts presented in those articles... so I patiently waited for the world to catch up with me.

Now when i feel the time is ripe for the world to embrace me...... i forgot my blog id!!!! My mind, caught up with all serious issues of the world, naturally decided that such mundane thing as the blog id was not significant enough to be retained. In order to make it sound heavy, i had searched the net for phrases and picked up a phrase as the name of my blog. The name had absolutely no relation to any of the stuff that was written in its name... Juz like our President! All i remember of the name is that it had a 'dew' somewhere(i still cant understand what a 'dew' was doing in my blog.... complications of having a complex mind!)

So with my old blog lost, and along with it all revolutionising ideas and themes, i decided to start off again. But this time i have made sure that i ll be able to search for my blog unless and until my mind decides that my name is mundane enough to be done away with!!!

So friends, here i am, gokul sukesan, signing in as andhar ka awaz, The Inner Voice, coming to take you by Storm!!!