Black Dussehra

It was supposed to be a business-as-usual Wednesday for me. 21st October 2015.
But since I read the newspaper that day, to the moment i am writing this, two days after, my mind has been preoccupied with only one thing.

Two innocent kids burnt alive.

It is not the kind of thing you want to read in news. The last thing you want to read even if it were fiction. But this is real life.

Next day. 22nd October 2015. The auspicious day of Dussehra.
The mother, who suffered 30% burns and is critical, has been informed that her 3-year-old son and 9 month old girl have been charred to death.

That’s right. Her children were charred. (Read the Indian Express news here.)

How is anyone supposed to celebrate a festival after reading something like that?

I couldn’t. I have been restless ever since and there are so many questions jumping in my head.

How could any human being even think of committing such a crime? What was he (or they) thinking? What did he face to have thought of such a revenge? Has tolerance and patience in us really gone down? Or was he stupid enough to not understand the severity of the consequences of his actions? Was he under the influence of some sense altering substance?

Is caste really bigger than humanity?

I know for a fact that tolerance and patience are on a decline in general in the society. And i can say that from my own example. On a scale from 1 to 100, my patience level was at around 90 and now it is somewhere around 60. I have had my rough days, but frankly, what horrors have I really seen in my life? Only the hardships of a normal Indian girl.

Are people in today’s world really so frustrated with their lives, that they are forgetting who we really are? Humans. And not animals, who need to kill for survival. Have things really gone so worse that even babies are not spared?

What misfortunes are people facing to have gone so mindless?

Is this all politics?

Is this what they say is Kaliyuga?

Is there no hope for better days?

As you can see, i am pretty much where i left you few years back. Full of questions. And very few answers. So i’ll leave you with these thoughts and a very heavy heart, mourning for the family and praying, no other family has suffer such monstrosity.

May those tiny innocent souls rest in peace.

(Yes, i’m back to blogging.)

The Going Away…

Her sleep was broken by the sound of the window shutter swaying madly in the wind. She did not open her eyes, there was no need to search the house. She knew she was alone…that he had left, just like he had said he would. She tried to go back to sleep, to her world of dreams. But she was too overwhelmed to sleep again, for many days to come…

She opened her eyes to too much light, she had never woken up after the sunrise before this. It was all very bright for her, yet unclear, hazy. She closed the window to her right. And there was deafening silence. She could hear her own breath, and her heartbeats too. With great effort she walked to the front door and opened it. She stood there for a long time…staring at the horizon across the fields, searching for his signs. Her sari fluttered over her toe rings, tickling her. Normally she would have giggled, revealing a deep dimple on her right cheek…but now, she didn’t feel it. She did not feel the prick of the cold wind on her soft fair skin. She did not feel the wind ruffle her hair over her bindi. She felt nothing. Only the void.

She knew she was alone now. But she did not know for how long. She wasn’t sure when he would return…there was no knowing. Her naïve mind did not understand why some people became ‘enemies’ only because a bunch of powerful people said so. All she knew was, she was now alone.

She could now hear the wind in the fields. Her gaze floated from the horizon to the enormous stretch of land in front of her, covered with corns of maize, fluttering in the wind, waiting to be harvested. She closed her eyes tight  in desperation, trying to silence the havoc of thoughts running in her mind…she heaved just once.

And then she stepped out of the house, closed the door behind her, collected sickles and chaff cutters from verandah, held it on one side of her waist…and like it were just another day, started walking towards her farm…

What i learnt from Mr.& Mrs.Iyer…

i have seen Mr. & Mrs. Iyer many times…and every time there is a new moment,a new favourite scene,and something new to learn.

This movie is easily one of my all time favourites and I saw it the other day after quite a few days…it is a beautiful movie about how people come and go from your life and leave an impression upon you,how beautifully relations develop and how some relations can never be named…A sensitive issue like communal riots forms the backdrop of the film,adding more depth to the overall film credentials..

It is written and directed by Aparna Sen,and stars two most talented actors of our times: Rahul Bose and Konkana Sen Sharma.

This time around the following 3 scenes caught my attention:

Scene 1:

what I learnt : It is extremely easy to ask for forgiveness…and very simple to forgive too!The whole process can be so hassle free if two people really understand each other…

Scene 2:

What I learnt : keep the faith…

Scene 3:

What I learnt : ok,this is on the lighter side,but don’t let a person like Rahul Bose walk out of your life just like that…u’ll be left in tears!

To really get what i just wrote,you have to see the movie. 

If you havent seen ‘ mr. and mrs. iyer’ yet, you are missing out on something beautiful…So anyone who hasn’t please add it to your ‘things to do before i die’ list…and soak in the movie asap!!!

Do it alone…

I was a little apprehensive,i had never done this before…i had seen lot of people doing it before,and i always wondered how and why they did it???

Well,don’t put your dirty minds to work…im talking about shopping alone!!! Yes,untill recently,i had never gone all by myself to get anything…well except groceries or medicines! ‘Shopping’ alone…i was completely alien to the concept.I had to get books the other day…and i had waited for quite a few days because i didn’t have company,but that day i was so bored,and annoyed and just nothing else to do…i decided to go alone.And i was glad i didn’t stay back home that day.It is not bad as it looks…going alone somewhere,and definitely for buying books.Firstly,i was really glad that bookstore was stocked with books by Indian authors,i have a thing for them and always end up buying Indian books rather than classics!

i like to take my own sweet time…well,for everything, but esp for picking up books.And this time around,there was no one to push me!i peacefully went through all sections,and read synopsis of more than a few books.Neither once did i feel like taking someone else’s opinion as to how would he/she find the book.It was oddly peaceful…the whole thing! i also thought that online shopping was taking away this…the satisfaction of smelling the book,feeling it in your hands before actually buying it…i had missed this for such a long time!
i had a good time all by myself,and me being completely a ‘friends and family’ person….i thought i needed this.i loved the silence and placidity of the bookstore and i also ended up buying better books(yes,by Indian authors) than last couple of times.I have shed my inhibition about doing things alone…i have rather started to luxuriate in it.i also happened to travel alone this week and yet again,i realised the joy behind it.I soaked in all the coldplay and Pink Floyd and Nirvana….looking throught the window,seeing the countryside zooming by…peaceful!

I think everyone should try it…for the sake of true contenment.Next time around,when you really want to do something and you don’t have company…realise that it’s a great opportunity!!!Go ahead,do it alone..And you’ll find better things…

(P.S. : For my guest blogger,you will have to wait a little longer)