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Good was victorious. But justice?

A thought provoking discussion with @sandinmyfist and @Ipsita_Shome on twitter compelled me to write this Dussehra special post. There’s always the other side of truth, and here is what it is.

“Vijay Dashmi. The victory of good over evil. “

How many times has this one sentence been repeated? Innumerable. Every year, every person relates it with the festival, and inturn with the Ramayana.

Hindu mythology has always been at the forefront in preaching virtues such as benevolence, honesty, honor, truth and justice; and we devour the stories without questioning the essentials.

Raavana was evil and so were the Kauravas, hence punished.

But one thought here and there, and the blind faith starts shattering.

Whoever thought about the ladies back then, did a pretty nasty job.

Where was the justice for Sita? Urmila? Mandodari? Draupadi? Amba? Kunti? Where was the dignity and respect that attended the daughters and daughters-in-law of respectable royal families?

It is disheartening to realize that tales set in a patriarchal society, written by men, and for quite some time, read by men held the opposite sex in scant regard. Women were there to add glamor, or increase the reachability quotient. Though these thrived on the females’ sufferings, there was no respite for them.

P.S. The post is not intended to hurt any religious sentiments, or defame the stories mentioned above. Ramayana and Mahabharata are much revered texts and I respect them for what they are. This, however, is a personal post on the incidents I’m not comfortable with.

Upside Down

Earth is round, none of the continents have a pre-defined shape, the oceans are technically not endless, the sky is blue and this is my new blog post.

A lame beginning.

The result of paranoia, or just plain boredom?

Actually, it is a combination of both.

There are times when life changes drastically, and till the time you can understand what is happening, you remain in awe of the situation.

Wondering what am I talking about? So am I!

How do I express something if I’m not sure what it exactly is?

Confusion, chaos and randomness are claiming their place at the top of the chart; and I’m going with the flow, just as suggested by almost everyone. The best part is I do not realize why am I doing whatever am I doing, because that is what makes the situation more interesting.

No, I’m not complaining / cribbing / ranting. I’m just surprised at the fast pace and the enormity of the transition.

And to top it all, I am actually enjoying life. I do things that I *have to do*, and I also do things that I *love to do*. Some people might ask whats the difference, some just know what I’m talking about. If you’re not in the second category, I’m not in a mood to explain.

The day whooshes past, night ends in a blur, and soon enough a new morning arrives. The upbeat momentum keeps me on my toes, and unlike so many others my age, I love the rush and thrill.

The moral of the post: Life does turn itself upside down, but only when you keep hanging, can you feel the wind brushing past.

P.S. I know the college series is pending and a lot of people might be disappointed after seeing this post on the blog. Sorry guys, just felt like writing something abstract.

The motivation came after somebody spread word about one of my previous posts That one thought . Needles to say, felt nice to see it being appreciated in a community so wide.

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