The Other Half

I was startled when i read an article "Remembering Roop Kanwar".The way the widows are treated in north India,as though they don't have any right to live. And this is called tradition?They are not allowed to go out in the daytime and are forced to sit in a cubicle.They are treated as though they were a burden for the entire society.This is no different from sathi,the continuous sitting and restricted food chokes her to death.I don't think that education has brought about any significant changes in the way widows are treated. What happens the other way round?Why is this only for women?Why are men not subjected to this barbarism?

Certain Questions remain unanswered!

The Alchemist...

I hate reading books on philosophy and such stuff...but then this wasn't exactly that.I was amazed at the writers way of writing...presenting thoughts in the simplest possible way.At the same time conveying something very significant.One such instance is..."Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives,but none about his or her own! ".Then..."One is loved because one is loved.No reason is needed for loving",and it goes on...

And u call it adventure?

This is something that i often see at a railway station.When the train is about to leave,someone comes rushing(mostly men)and then struggles to get in to the moving train.This is the most dangerous thing one can do.Horrible!Imagine what happens if you slip!And they call it adventure.....?

Now another such incident happened yesterday while we were returning from town.We were at a railway cross and it was closed.This happened few minutes before the train came.A man was trying to squeeze himself and his scooter through the gate.I have seen people trying to cross through the gate.But lo,this guy was so busy that he somehow wanted to be on the other side with his two-wheeler.Alive or dead!

Dakshina Mookambika

There are only certain unique moments in life when we really feel content and peaceful...well i feel this when i'm at panachikkad saraswathy temple, at least am lucky to be here, in front of devi.Also known as dakshina mookambika,the temple is about 4 kms from chingavanam(between kottayam and changanacherry).The "prathishtas" are saraswathy,vishnu,sastha,ganapathy,yakshi.This was my second trip to the temple.We started at about 5.20 am and reached the temple by 7.15.The very idea that am there made me feel better.I Don't know why...Now,unlike other temples, here the actual deity could be seen only during "vijayadashami".The place is very beautiful and calm.Especially the big well like structure where the devi's "vigraham" is situated,surrounded by creepers.I have heard that people give pens and sacred threads for offering special "poojas". I wanted to be there for a long time standing in front of devi,saying evreything i wanted to,but lo... its time to return.I had to be satisfied with this.After offering prayers we returned,with the hope of coming back...

Nostalgia...

While i was going through many blogs,i got reminded of "it happened to me" column in twinkle...!Last week,I met two of my schoolmates at the railway station,whom i thought would never meet again(rarely).I talked to them for sometime.I was amazed and equally glad at the fact that we still remember each other, after so many years.They have changed a lot...may be i have also changed.Such small unexpected incidents are the ones that help us to go back in time!Of course people change,situations change,... but memories are everlasting.I realize how much i miss my school days!

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