Thursday, October 30, 2008

life ho to aisi - 1

Every other day, you see a lot of rape cases in the newspapers. Doesn’t even shock me now. But, if you have never heard of people raping women with their eyes, then welcome to Kerala!! God's own country.

For instance, today morning, I’m waiting in the bus-stop, happily dressed in my new jeans and kurti. This guy, a typical 'thozhililla party', in a kaili, grinding a beedi between his teeth, walks past me. Stop! Sudden break. Reverse gear. He walks back, halts in front of me and stares-head to foot. As if I’m some dummy in a textile shop. At this point, I start sweating and am desperately searching for cover. Thank god!! There are two other women there, each wide enough to cover me.I hide behind them and the guy leaves. Sigh!!!

Nope. Not time for a sigh yet. The ladies have launched an attack. And this time, it’s my jeans. Of course! “Look at her! Noshame at all! I would never allow my daughter to go out in such clothes!!” and the next comment- “veetteennu azhichu vittirikkuva”….Dear god in heaven!

My bus arrives saving me from the rest of the tongue lashing. I find an empty seat beside a trying-to-look-young lady in her late 40's. I sit down and she jumps. “I thought you were a boy!!” @#%^$&* (All comments censored).

I mean people, what IS wrong with the jeans? I’d say it’s much more comfortable than the sari. And decent. Mean, it covers more parts of your body than the sari does… (If that’s what decency is all about)...Here, I’m strongly reminded of Shilpa Shetty’s saris. How that thing defies all laws of gravity still remains a mystery. Hmmm.

This old woman, who has tried her level best to recreate her long since lost youth in an inch thick make-up and a churidar,is looking down at me as if I’m some dirt under her feet. Just look at her!! She’s got an abnormally large number of tyres on her waist, bulging out of the most unlikely places!! At least, I’m not that unfortunate looking!!

Humph!!! Tell me about it!!!

Monday, October 27, 2008

The little angels

The other day, I read meril’s post on kids. And I have been thinking about it. I have always loved children. I just couldn’t comprehend her point of view about the whole issue. I mean, how can someone possibly hate kids? They do become difficult-to-manage at times. But that doesn’t mean they are all little devils. They do all kinds of mischief, try to break up everything they can put their hands on; throw up tantrums, etc, etc.
But that is exactly why they are called ‘children’. It is all part of growing up, learning new things. We were all like that once. You... Me... everyone. You can get them to do what you want or stop them from doing what you don’t. It’s simple. It is called ‘diversionary tactics’.
And the world’s best diversion is food. Ever seen kids eating cream biscuits? It’s funny. They first split it open. Lick the cream out. Just the cream. Hmm... And stick it back. :) Probably won’t eat the rest. Every single child does that. Invariably.

Oh man! I’m deviating from the topic too much. Started writing this to share with you guys something that took place a few years back, when my cousin brother was one or two years old.

He was in one of his real bad moods that day. Crying, crying and crying. He extended his arms out to me and I took him up. There must be some way to distract him. I tried all his toys, took him out, sang him a song and fiiiiiiiiiiinally the sobs subsided. We were standing in front of the mirror. It was his favourite game to play hide-n-seek. He would screw his eyes tight, hide his face on my shoulder and then suddenly look up and burst out laughing as if he had fooled the other baby in the mirror. We played the game for sometime. I guess he became tired after a while. He simply stared at my reflection in the mirror and then turned to look at me. Then, slowly, he put his right thumb in his mouth, wrapped the other hand around my shoulder and as if he were terribly, terribly weary, rested his head on my neck.

Every motion ceased around me. I could even feel the breeze on my face and the warmth of his breath on my neck. He was sooo small. So tiny and fragile. It was total surrender. No, not surrender. Trust…complete trust. I felt a sudden surge of love and affection for him. I had no wish but to make him happy.

The qualities of a child...the innocence, the curiosity, the ability to find pleasure in new discoveries, the determination to try until he succeeds, the spontaneity... (Called ‘kuttitham’ in Malayalam. Is there an exact English word for that? )… it’s not the same for all children. Some kids are more childlike than others. And if you could put all those qualities of all the children of all the world together, then it would be him. He was my baby. My own. I would stop at nothing to protect him. I wonder whether a man would ever feel that way.

I had never quite understood what Marquez meant when he said:
‘—one does not love one’s children because they are one’s children, but because of the friendship formed while raising them.’

I think, I do now.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

One Art

this is a poem by Elizabeth bishop..heard it in the movie 'in her shoes' long time back.been in love with it ever since.

so, wondering y am i posting it now? well, there's no better way to express what i feel right now..
here goes..

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

about me...

hello everyone,

this is meera..have been thinking about blogging for a long time now..guess,it's a bit difficult to overcome the initial i am..

about me..

i'm a happy-go-lucky kinda girl..does talk a lot..have immense mood swings..can be reeeeaaally annoying at times.'coz i love to irritate the hell out of people aorund me..otherwise very amiable.. :)

someone told me once..'every single person has his or her own share of vices, passions and insanities'..hmm..true..

the rest is for u to find out..
after all, it's my mind unwinded..isn't it?