Sunday, July 5, 2015

Scion of ishwaku - book review

Read the scion of ishwaku although unputdownable (probably owing to its small size) is a definite dissapointment after the shiva triology, where there was mystery and intrigue in the shiva series and a delicate analysis of  the legends, this book just reiterates the old shiva triology  concepts in an already well know story without much introspection and deep thought.. The book is absurd and uncomfortable in its own skin, The characters talk like they belong to modern India, they talk about Indian geography almost as if they have access to sattellite images. Words like pipsqueak, upstart & touche sound postively wierd coming from ram and sita..  You can almost anticipate that they will start speaking about changing thier relationship status on Facebook. The writer speaks about mithila, keykeya and kosala but does not give the present day names for reference..  However he uses the present day names for Egypt..  the geographic depiction is not awe inspiring there is no sense of wonder in the characters for the enormous and still uncharted land mass of the Indian sub continent. No description of the beautiful dandakaranya no elaboration of the narmada river and its scenic course and no reference given to present day names; all this creates a feeling of disorientation. Everything is stated in a matter of fact and bland tone. On a trivial note several mentions of the word blouse used for describing clothes of women really put me off.
Undeniably this book does dwell on feminine and masculine civilization but the debate and dialog seems watered down. It seems there is no meat in this book for a reader to chow down and feel satiety there is only thin watered down soup....  Well am not on a diet when it comes to books one needs substance! 

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Guwahati - The TIPPING POINT

Guwahati - The TIPPING POINT
What is the worst form of degradation for any one?? Let it be male or female… being violated? What forms can violation take? The answers are many and plenty RAPE, MOLESTATION, Stripping away of ones clothes and dignity, public humiliation – YES that’s the worst part, all this but rape done to a person in full public view  on a busy street , at a reasonable hour, in a cosmopolitan city. It goes to show the victim that you are not safe; NO ONE can protect you from this degradation. Absolutely NO ONE. Such is the state of misery of that person.. Forced to run almost naked on the street with hundreds of onlookers no one brave enough to challenge a hungry violent mob, some even enjoying the view, some participating in this perverted free for all buffet. This incident has of course not happened to just A PERSON, it has happened to a female”
IT has been happening with alarming frequency only to women, girls, even fetuses which have developed female parts.
RAGE we say, we are experiencing collective rage. Men exclaiming that they are ashamed of being men, men proclaiming that such aggressors should have their manhood cut off. Sure! Men are outraged now but does anyone realize where all this starts??, lets for a while rise above this blinding, binding collective rage we are experiencing and look at the evolution of this (kind of) molestation .. How does this come to be? How did men evolve into such diverse categories? One category is our “Boy Next door/Nice uncle who saved the girl by calling the police” you know the metrosexual, the politically correct kind, the one who has female friends to hang out with , the one with mothers and sisters at home .. The one who loves his wife more than anything else, the one who dotes on his daughter... Yes, the ones who showed the girl some solidarity by declaring that they are ashamed for being a man.
The other category is the one epitomized by the likes of AMAR JYOTI KALITA. 
The one who stares at you unabashedly, and if caught will not look away or be ashamed.
The one who will manhandle a woman just for the fun of it
 The one who likes the misery and degradation of the opposite sex
The one who has gained the courage to squash a woman’s right to speak out by molesting
The one so very drunk on power of his manhood that raping is only a method of showing the woman her place
The one who fulfills his need.. Nay his lust for power by sexually overpowering a woman
Ask any man 100% of them will say they belong to the first category
Of course!! You say the second category men are mere exceptions. Then let me put forth a simple question. How did so many exceptions; so many deranged characters coalesce into such a well-organized brutal MOB?  
Mob -> This word offers anonymity
Mob Mentality -> This phrase offers a reason.
MOM Mentality cannot incite you into behavior against your principles, against your grain. So are we safe in presuming that people are otherwise nice and modern as long as they are not in a mob; and not because of some inherent principles or a sense of right and wrong? Then is it also safe to presume that our previous assumption of evolution of man into two categories of gentlemen and brutes is also wrong? Do we go forth and say that is the collective fall of man from?   
If we say that it’s a collective fall of man then women will also have to shoulder the burden on blame. This incident represented the tipping point what led to this is a generation of men raised by weak mothers, accompanied by weak sisters and weaker wives.  Mothers who could not put a stop to the first sexist remark her son made, sister who did not stand up for herself when she was told that parents save for her brothers education and her marriage and not vice versa, HER EDUCATION is secondary; the female friend who laughed off when someone said that women have less brains or are not capable of flying fighter jets or even cars for that matter.
This is a generation which has received this message loud and clear – Women are second fiddles, secondary citizens, less capable and less human, this message is from all quarters, advertisements, society, other men, their mothers, their fathers
A generation which still thinks it’s a cultural obligation to take dowry
A generation which thinks its ok to put you “pugdi” down in your sisters marriage.. as you are from the girls side the weaker side
A generation which thinks an aggressive women should be silenced for being bitchy and an aggressive guy should we awarded for showing leadership skills 
A generation of men which still thinks that it’s not their problem how a women manages the household and the career all by herself
A generation which is surprised that a women is capable of partying and having fun without men.
This is a generation which thinks it is “cool” to crack sexist jokes about women’s parking abilities and spread them on the social network. ..At the mention of jokes the mind wanders to the topic of degradation. If there were 50 shades of degradation where would it start and where would it end? I fathom it starts with a harmless joke made at the expense of a woman and ends with this kind of incident or worse. So a metrosexual modern man who reads, circulates and guffaws at such jokes needs to know that he is one of the millions of straws that broke the camel’s back.
There isn’t any black of white
There are no two categories of men
There are only shades and shades and shades of grey, the gradient scarily tipping towards the dark side
WOMEN! Let us be angry; very, very angry let’s become the angry mob which drives social change.
Be strong and refuse to accept substandard treatment just because you are a girl
Be strong and refuse to go along with comments that degrade & question the intelligence and capability of a woman
Be strong and silence anyone who talks lightly of domestic violence or dowry
Be strong in your belief that women are equal to any other gender god made
Be strong and fight for the right of being a woman without apologies

SILK - The Orangy Kind

Oh Dairy Milk Silk .. I love you ..
As I come home after buying you from he local grocer ..I lock the door of my room .. sit on my bed nice and comfy and get ready to enjoy you.. Today the reason is mentrual cramps.. tomorrow it could be a fight .. or it could be a day when I am particulary feeling sorry for my self .. it could be anything.. .. but once I sit and eat you thy chocolaty sweetness takes away all the pain.. thy occational nutty bits give unexpected pleasant suprises .. and the orange peel ...ooohh the orange peel.. I have never loved an orange peel the way i love it in chocolae!!!
Oh Silk your dripping goodness has saved my day ..

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Good Old ORKUT

Any one out there remembers ORKUT ?

I am now suddenly yearning for the good old Orkut where you could rate your friends as "Cool", "Sexy" and "Trustworthy" .. everyone would have 'stats!!' 1700 scarps ... 100% sexy .. et cetera ...

You could write testimonials for each other  .. fondly called as 'Testis" (we were VERY innocent back then :) :) :P)

How everything was new for us how everything was cool .. there wasn’t any of that hip or sophistication of facebook or linkedin .. Everything was raw everything freshly baked and served without frills..

I especially love the "Bad Server .. No donut for you" errors message. LOL.

The tab were you could have a crush on someone and if that special someone added you as a crush as well .. Voila!! Cupid sends a message to both the love offenders .and we have a crush couple!!. What an innovative Idea :) 

It was the first place many of us found literary inspiration..... it was the first true tool of self expression before blogging was big ... It gave shysters like us a framework to get busy expressing!!

Those were our days of innocence maybe I am not missing orkut MAYBE I am missing what orkut stands for.. "Secret crushes, BFFs.. and 'Fraindship' requests from shady guys :)

I say we go back there in the empty streets of orkut for its pure vintage, nostalgic value ..

I suppose its needless to say .. I love orkut.. I was one of the first ones to leave it for FB and I want to come back

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

My Life.........
Its not much different from yours really......

Monsoon is here... as usual a little off the mark...Its not raining much but just enough to make it pleasant ..sometimes hot and humid also ..

Whenever it rained i used to feel euphoria i used to feel elated i used to feel that there is magic in the air and the world is a better place.
a few days ago the first monsoon rains lashed mumbai and i felt nothing... absolutely NOTHING.
Its disturning why do i feel like there is something missing deep down inside of me ...

something died...somthing that was childish innocent fresh and beautiful... why is that little something missing... i hope it is not dead.. hope that it is alive some where ...maybe just sleeping ......

Wounded maybe but not dead..please let it not be dead...