Sunday, 13 January 2013

Welcome 2013!!!......




Welcome 2013!!!......

This would be my first blog entry of the great year 2013.Hope the year 2013 would be filled with pleasant surprises.

Ever since the beginning of Jan itself, things have been taking place one after the other that there wasn’t much time to put up any posts. In fact one among my New Year resolutions was to quit blogging. But then again I was forced back here because of the encouragement and response of my readers. Thank you all….. :)

The year 2012 ended on a sad note.The death of the Delhi gang rape victim.A news that triggered a wide spread response across the country.Her's was the story of one among the many girls who suffer similar ill fate in our nation.Many more voices are out there, who didn't have the courage to fight.I hope that this year at least we would have strict laws that would be able to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

India is a land where women are worshiped as goddesses....A land where women tie Rakhi to their brothers as reminder that  "We pray for your well being.Do protect us in our need...".
Let us not  taint this rich culture of our ancestors.

And a salute to all of the Delhi students and protestors who shared in the sorrow and expressed their discontent to the Govt.Well done..... The democracy has not lost it's voice .......

Was happy to see the status of my blog views have crossed 128 over the last one month. Thanks again. I hope to put up a post some time soon .Working on it.
Good Day….

---Mers

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Advanced Birthday wishes Praan Jaan....... :)



There are some little gifts we receive in our lives that we are, sometimes unaware of .All we care to do is, count what we have lost or never received. The biggest example is the precious gift of friends in our life. In my life I always chose to sink into my own world and never really socialize. But I have been blessed by friends who have stood with me thick and through.
There is this one typical friend in my life, who actually changed me forever. She has been my partner in all mischief that I did during the college days and the days after. Someone who believed in me and had faith in my abilities. Even this blog was something she taught me.

She happens to be celebrating her birthday a few days after Christmas. And when I thought of what I should do ,to make her happy on her birthday her lines came into  my mind “Mers, I would always love to be the subject of your poem.”

So here it is for her, a poem as she celebrates her 22nd birthday. I didn’t want to be carried away by the celebrations and forget to post this. Hence I am posting this poem for her. “Praan wish you a very Happy Birthday in advance……”

I sat on the bench, rather alone
Away from the crowds and all the noise .
Never was I, a fan of socialization
Never was I, a fan of the chattering,
The small talk and flattery that was never meant.

I gazed at the crowds, in all their gay
The elderly & middle aged chattered,
Whilst the younger ones were at play .
My mind recoiled, to my own world

I was awakened by a soft pat on my arm
There she stood before me, with an angel like face
Her aura, demanding attention.

She perched up next to me
The casualness in her behavior,
The calmness of her voice,
Quite, attracted me to her.

In a matter of hours, we were acquainted,
In a matter of days, she won my trust,
And over the years, she has become my companion,
She became my sole confidant.

Like a breath of fresh air,
She walked into my rather silent world,
Stirring me from my slumber,
Ushering me , into a new world.

From the world of broken hopes,
She ushered me to a brighter world
A world filled with dreams,
Colorful ,crazy and wild.

Through my lows and highs,
She stood by my side
No, she never could advise
But her presence reassured me.

Unlike other bonds
That grew weaker with time
Our little bond
Strengthened with time…….

“My soul Sister!!....” She addresses me.
With a smile , lighting through her face.
Of all the little wonders in my life,
She too was definitely one.
“My soul Sister…..”

---Mers


Sunday, 9 December 2012

A little narative :) [Part 2]




The thing about Vanshika was that, she was more or less the most intelligent one in our batch. All of us expected her to be a scholar or scientist someday. The thought of her getting married early , was irrational. But fate had a twist awaiting us.

The next day was a Sunday; it was about 8:30 am as I reached back from church. I had come back from church praying hard that our external dates will come only next to next week and there would be enough time to prepare. As I entered my room, my phone beeped. I looked at the screen, Vanshika it read. My face sunk .Yea…Vanshika was my best friend, so she said. But she was always a mystery to me. Her occasional absence in class, a phone that was never picked, arguments and discussions only on academics and religion or politics always left me confused about her. And since calls from her were very rare and only at the event of an exam coming, the sight of her call upset me. Had the External dates been declared???....
“Hello...”I said in an alarmed tone."Hello Lora, how are you?”She said. Her voice feeble, which made me sense that it was not a casual call. “Fine . What happened? Why this call right away in the morning?”I asked rather flatly. “Lora, well, I called to tell u something important. Be prepared to hear me.”.As her voice trailed off, my heart paced a little faster. “Damn!!...It must be the Exams dates right? I knew it…..When is it? Coming Wednesday??...I am in a mess!!!....”I said.

There was a slight chuckle at her end as she slowly said, “Lora it’s not your exam date. The biggest exam in my life is going to begin soon.”I stood there silent for a second. Thoughts were rushing through me. For me, all exams were big. Now what is Vanshi getting at? ...As I raked my head harder, my Mother’s words rung in my mind. “For a gal, it’s not about the degrees she acquires. The biggest exam in her life is marriage!!!....”.I laughed at the thought of her lecture. Surely Vanshi can’t be getting married .She, of all people???... I smiled. “What exam are u talking of Vanshi? I can’t follow your words.” I said. “Lora, when I say this, u mustn’t laugh. I am getting married!!....”.
Phew!!....Her words had the effect of stupefy curse on me. Darkness filled my eyes. There was silence around me. I could hear the occasional blaring of horns of the vehicles that passed by as i lived by the roadside. There was the ticking of the minute hand of the clock, I could hear my mother inviting me to drink coffee. I went up and dipped my finger in the steaming coffee."Ouch!!!...”It did hurt. “So, I’m not dreaming.”I said aloud. My parents were staring at me, surprised by my action. “It’s Vanshi calling me.”I told them as I went back to my room leaving the coffee in the dining hall.
I perched myself in my rocking chair, adjusting myself a bit for the hour long call I would be having.

A little more insight into Vanshika, when Vanshika phoned me, she phoned me for hrs together. If it wasn’t an academic discussion, then surely it was a personal matter. She would only think it appropriate to confide the matter in me first. Because she believed me mature enough .Hehe… If being a complete introvert, very reserved, only open to friends, a toothless smile…( I always hid my teeth while smiling )and advices straight from the heart was the measure of maturity, then I wont blame her for thinking me mature.
“So,” I said, “You are not lying to me no? But are u mad? How can u be getting married? I mean we are just getting graduated…and that to u?...Without a job even?....”No sooner had I finished with all my worries and questions in my mind ,I heard a silent sob, a frail voice replied, “This is my parents decision .I don’t know what to do.”There was an awkward silence that ensued.
What kind of friend am I? Instead of trying to soothe her, what am I grumbling? Am I gonna turn her against her parents? I pressed my mind for some proper lines to say .I could hardly find any. I thought of what my mother would say at this juncture.

In my whole life my mother was my storehouse of advices. For any matter in my life, my solution would be based on my mother’s advices. So, whenever I was confused or upset, I would place myself in my mother’s shoe and think what she would do at that point. Even the advices I often passed onto others was the borrowed words from my mother.
But my mother had never advised me at any point to get married. All she pressed me on was, to settle down with my dreams before I get married as my life would change forever. If I was gonna give Vanshi one of those advises, for sure I was gonna mess the situation .What will I tell her now? My mind was not working properly .Again my mother’s words rung in my mind. “When u are unsure of what to say, then it’s always best to allow the other person speak .Call it buying time. Whilst the other person speaks, you’ve time to think.”So, I told Vanshi to update me of the turn of events at her end. As she spoke, I listened intently wishing my mind would find the right lines.
She narrated to me the events. The proposal, her would be guy and her parents decision. And at the end of it, she put me the awkward question, “Lora, What do you say? Is this right for me?...” She went silent.

Lord!!!....What was I supposed to answer now?....My first impulse was to say “Don’t marry, now!!!....”.That was the decision I had for my own life. But how could I say that to a gal whose parents had fixed her marriage? And the proposal was a good one too… I said in a calm tone, “Well the proposal is a good one. Your parents know the best for you .This must be right.”Then I added the lines my mother had told my sister on her wedding day, “Getting married doesn’t mean shutting the doors on you. New doors will open up.”Actually mom had said this to console my sister as she would be leaving her family. But right here, I was using those lines to tell Vanshi that, marriage would never ruin her dreams.
“Lora, I’ve the faintest clue of what marriage would be like. I am scared. Tell me about it. Only u will be able to give me a wise advice.” Wahh!!!....I guess the marriage decision had quite weakened her mind. Else who in their right mind would ask me ,of all to give a wise advice on marriage?
For one, I was very much single, with no thoughts of marriage in the coming 5 years. All I was thinking of was getting a job, earning enough to do all the crazy stuff on my mind. And here she was asking me about marriage????.....Whoa….she was asking the wrong person for advice. “Lora!!!....Say something.”She was saying at the other end. That was when my Mom entered with my coffee mug in her hand.”Drink this!!...I know u hate cold coffee. Now!!...” she said pressing the mug into my hand. “Lora..” I again heard Vanshi’s voice. “Coffee” I said looking at the mug in my hand. “What coffee?” Vanshi asked .Oops!!!....What was I saying? Vanshi was asking me to speak about marriage and here I am sipping coffee?....Whoa.. Why not blend it together?..An idea flashed my mind.
“So..” I said, “Vanshi, have u noticed how coffee is made? The coffee beans are mixed with milk, a little sugar is added. The mixture becomes an inseparable solution. So is marriage. The milk symbolizes a woman- gentle, pure, vital and sweet. The coffee bean symbolizes a man- dark, brooding, tough. Both blend together makes coffee. And the sugar symbolizes children which are the product of love born in marriage. Thus making the coffee sweet. This is marriage…”.I stopped. Phew!!!.....Was I saying those lines or was it my ghost??...I wondered. I had never thought of coffee being an example of marriage. All what coffee did was to waken my senses… :) .Now here I was illustrating marriage with it.
“Lora, u r simply brilliant!!!…I knew I would get the best advice from u alone….” Vanshi was saying.

What an advice Madam???.....My mind was saying. I was laughing in the chair thinking of what I had said, though my voice was controlled and Vanshi was not aware that I was laughing at myself.
I owe mom for saving my day…Her coffee entry at the perfect timing….. Hehe....

Saturday, 8 December 2012

A Little Narrative :) [Part 1.]



I remember the lines of my Malayalam teacher at school.”A woman is always weaker than man. Hence at every point of time in a woman’s life there would be a stage when the hand of a man would always be there to protect her. As a child she will be protected by her father, at growing ages by her brother. When a woman by her husband and when aged by her son. Never can a woman be free.”She was explaining the lines of some Sanskrit versus whose author I can’t remember. Back then it had hurt me, that the society I lived in was too harsh on woman.

And as I grew, this belief further strengthened. For as I grew up, the only concern of my neighborhood elders was of getting me sacked off. “Are good proposal coming?...Should I suggest your daughter for this lad I know?......”.These were their most repeated enquiries.

Even the outlook of the educated class I interacted with was more or less the same. Cause every time exams neared, my teachers at col, esp. the male teachers would look at the boys and say,
”You guys better study seriously if u want to be placed .As for these ladies out here, whether they get a job or not, they’ll definitely get married off. Their expenses will be met. But you guys have none to lean upon.”
I so much loathed those words. For I believed a woman is not someone who must be looked upon as a fragile being. Yes, she had her weaknesses. But the society must help her lead her life peacefully and purposefully, not make her a dependent being. Now don’t get me wrong here because I said those lines. No, I am not a feminist. But a believer in the lines, “When u give a woman a fish , you feed her for a day. Teach a woman how to fish, and you feed her for a lifetime.”
So my primary concern in life was to get a job. As I neared the final days of my col and exams neared, my exam fear was at full peak.

“My child just relax….Your program was right in logic. The output didn’t come out fully correct though. It must be the kit’s prob .Don’t worry Child. This is just internals. I’m confident you’ll do well at externals. Smile okay?....”.My Favorite teacher was soothing me as I walked out off the labs.
I paced back slowly to the class. Half my energy drained. I looked at my watch.2:30 pm .I had skipped breakfast. Now I’ve missed lunch too. No wonder that I had begun to develop a headache. I was greeted at the door of my empty classroom by Hashif. “Laurel, u’ve kept me waiting this long!!!.....Open your tiffin .I book your egg”. I feigned a smile at him. Not having the energy to retort back. All my classmates who were close to me knew of my weakness for eggs and that, almost everyday I would have an omelet for lunch. And Hashif would always be there to eat it, the minute I opened my tiffin.

Veda had arrived by then. The sooner she saw me, her hands were corked in mine. “ Washroom. Now!!...I’m hungry!!!...”.Veda had been this one person in my life, who was more or less a part of my own soul. It was hard to see us separate from each other except on those occasions that Veda chose to stay at home and sleep. Veda had seen me struggle at the labs, so she didn’t ve  to ask me ,how it went. Whilst we lunched and greedy Hashif was devouring half of my omelet some of the cheery guys in my class arrived. “Lora, you did it this time .Right? I was worried that you were taking a long time.” As Rohith said those lines, there was some background music ,teasing and comments. I looked up from my  tiffin .Silence fell. I swallowed my anger and said, “I nearly managed”. And then slowly, all of the boys flocked around in a circle and gave us (me and Veda) company with their chattering. The talks got heated up as we reached back after washing our hands. Now the topic of discussion was life ahead without a job. I and Veda decided to join the group with their chattering as we all had silently begun to feel the pangs of farewell dawning upon us. And silently we were wishing to spend as much time together as possible.

So, I sat down next to Haresh and said ,”Yea… life without a job is not gonna be easy”. No sooner had I completed my sentence when Kishen began with his gyaan . “You gals don’t need a job in the first place. Only us boys will have a problem with that. After all, you gals are good for only one thing. Getting married!!!....You wait and watch, the sooner we get out of here, all of you would have tied the knot. The only exception may be Vanshika.” As much as I hated arguments, I couldn’t stop myself from replying, “You wait and see , life has stupid twists. The person you least expect to marry first, maybe the first to marry.”It was as though my words were jinxed; indeed Vanshika was the first in our group to get married.

To be contd