Death is the only truth in life. This is very true statement. We all think that we are living to enjoy, to prosper, to achieve fame, to accumulate wealth, to rule the world etc. etc. but the fact is that we all are living just to die another day. Continue reading
And finally the #MeToo revolution was triggered in our part of the world. Till now we were just following the stories from other parts of the world especially the USA and debating on them. Until one fine day one of the so-called victim stood up and shared her side of the story. The story was soon encapsulated in the searching shell of #MeToo and the much awaited trigger was finally pressed. Though there was not much of hype anticipated in this part of the world as the number of socially proven rape cases daily are far more than the number of #MeToo cases expected. In this part of the world, where every minute a Draupadi is being molested and all the Dhritarashtras and Bhishmas remain passive and mute, what value a #MeToo case can carry? Seeing the plight of women in this part of the world, these victims unanimously agree that #MeToo cases are far too less a molestation for them. That probably may be one of the reasons why #MeToo arrived so late in this part of the world. Continue reading
These words appear to be too mathematical but almost all of us use these in our day to day activities. Some do it with an expertise and some without even knowing that they do! At first it may appear fallacious but it is up to you to decide whether I am true or not.
Sitting on a railway platform and watching the arrival and departure of the trains is the best pastime one can have. At least for this, one need not have the smart phone or the internet. Since you don’t have to catch a train, you can sit relaxing, perhaps sipping a cup of tea and watch passengers rushing for their seats. The hawkers, the porters, the movement of trains, all make it a carnival like atmosphere around. I enjoy this dynamic atmosphere a lot. Continue reading
I am burning incessantly
the end appears to be nearing
the energy levels are dying down
sublimation of the body fearing
the soul though has no abode
permanently to stay there
but the existing address is in me
and then to anonymity shall near
I breathe hard to remain alive
but the strength keeps diminishing
my aspirations are young enough
but my actions are retreating
I too have a ticking countdown
to remain in this materialistic earth
and when the counter reaches zero
my existence shall become unheard
yes, we all are a feeble naught
that can be easily wiped off
whether we do good or bad
the life is always written off
why don’t we express when we feel so
if it hurts us why we do let people go
if we miss someone why we don’t call
why we seek happiness in other’s fall
why we don’t speak if we dislike things
why don’t we accept all what life brings
why don’t we confess if we love someone
why don’t we take the failures as a fun
why don’t we keep our expectations low
why don’t we we learn the humble bow
why our race always ends up for money
why the pain of others appears to us funny
life is the most precious gift on this planet
why we try and succeed in making it complicated
oh…the time just flies like anything
the train of the months passes with a zing
the beads of dates change in second
the unit of time quite hard to be reckoned
the sprint towards the death is faster
the changing calendars spelling disaster
every year flaunts and runs away fast
how long will this weakening body last?
what for we have ascended on this earth?
what is the real motive of this birth?
where is the peace for this wandering soul?
what is our mission, what is our goal?
yesterday we were kids now we are parenting them
and soon tomorrow our kids will be the parents
the shift in the roles is sweet though sore
we keep moving till the edge and more
till we are out of this game of existence
and then, there will neither be presence nor absence
they say life is a bubble, let it be
at least colourful world I can see
the bubble may burst some day
till then let me live my life my way
God has blown this bubble for us
let no one try to prick it or crush
the bubble may float up or down
we may feel happy or may frown
but the bare fact of the life is clear
till bubble lasts cheer without fear
Life teaches us many things that we keep reading even in the books too, but what a married life teaches generally varies from couples to couples. Still it is worth learning from the experiences from someone who is married as they say, ‘Marriage is like a sweet, whether you choose to eat it or not, you will either way repent’.
Generally in a traditional society the responsibility for the household work goes to the females, which is being moderated as the society is heading towards ‘gender equality’. Women are more and more competing with men and taking up all the stuff that men once boasted of exclusively theirs. The ‘only men’ domains are perfectly barged in and successfully occupied by women. However this remained more or less a ‘one way traffic’. Men mostly never tried to attempt what was earmarked as the women’s job. So the flow didn’t happen in the reversible fashion.
One of the best examples to ponder is the art and the responsibility of cooking. As the law of inheritance mostly the daughters helped their mothers in the household work. In this process they learned cooking and continued the same even after their marriages. Even in the working couples, it is an unwritten understanding that the women will be cooking for the family after returning from the job. They do. Some manage by multitasking, some by outsourcing a bit and some by getting help from their male counterparts.
What about men? Men never owned cooking as their activity at home. However it is normal to see ‘only men’ chefs and cooks at every hotel in this world. So most of the Chefs are men but not the vice versa. Surprisingly these men after returning back to home wish to eat the food what their female counterparts cook! So, at home cooking still remained a women’s job for them and what they cook is regarded as the ‘official work’!
Notwithstanding all this, in my opinion each and every man should know cooking. In traditional old-fashioned families, boys are treated as the prince and the girls, the maid servant. So the boys are not allowed to carry out or even help in the household activities. That is the reason once they come out of the parents’ umbrella either pre-planned or abrupt, they struggle to survive. They keep quenching their hunger with ‘ready to eat’ stuff or the ‘outside cooked’ food and somehow manage to remain alive.
Many such men see a valid and stressing point in getting married. They will get pleasure to their tongue and tummy with ‘home made food’ apart from the much awaited sexual pleasure. And for that reason, if their female counterpart falls ill for even a day or so, their life turns like hell. The ailing wife has to forget all the pain and sickness to cook even in that condition for their royal husband raising the valid question as to who is really sick. The wife with the fever and pain or the helpless incapable husband? And if the wife has to visit her mother or the mother in law place for few days, the husband becomes sick even listening to that. Others too ask, how will he manage food? And the fairy tale continues.
So, the crux of the matter is that each and every individual, if holds a stomach should be able to survive if and only if he possesses the ability to cook. Standing on your own feet is socially equivalent to cooking by your own hands. You may never feel left out, cornered, humiliated or frustrated after marriage or even before that, if you possess this skill. Undoubtedly, the art of cooking makes the personality shine luminously bright of its own light. No eclipses, no darkness!