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
This straightforward question started troubling my mind when I encountered a situation which is quite common for all.
Recently I had to go to the railway station to pick up my wife as my happy days as forced bachelor were coming to an end with the arrival of my wife from her mother’s place. She always insisted on me picking her up from the station. Possibly she wanted to read my expressions on encountering her after a lull. But I am doubly sure even if the expectations on the expressions were not up to the mark she is not going to catch a return train back home in any case? Continue reading
O my doppelgänger, I can see your anger
you wan’t me smart, but I remain candor
that has cost me heavily in all my endeavors
my contemporaries excelled, I remained in fears
you told me to be diplomatic but I didn’t change
my straightforwardness was regarded as strange
you asked me to be ambitious I remained same
neither cared for fame nor worried for name
you told me to be opportunists, biased and selfish
but I thanklessly didn’t even fulfill your wish
so, O my doppelgänger, I respect your anger
I will remain as I am, don’t try to tamper
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!
does this look like the love redefined
no traces of compassion one can find
it blossoms like jasmine in the night
and the day brings the normal fight
no botheration for each other is seen
no idea where counterpart have been
the roof is one but the walls dominate
love slowly paving the way for hate
no time to sit with other for a while
no intention to walk that extra mile
gadgets seem to be more fortunate
as their relation appears intimate
and our lifestyle is fully mechanized
no human needs are ever recognized
are we both overwhelmingly frantic
or this the definition of being romantic
worried of the foreseen consequences
withdrawn back at critical instances
scared of the probable monetary loss
always justifying the actions of boss
compromised in keeping self upfront
bearing alone the catastrophic brunt
knowing the obvious what men want
the demands are killing always haunt
but she still remains alive on this earth
wearing the crown of thorns by birth
faceless world cries for her equal rights
but its her battle and alone she fights
Recently we went to attend the annual day celebration at my son’s school. The preparations for the same had started from quite some time and it appeared that each and every student was supposed to participate in some or other activities. Continue reading