The lady in blue.

The lady in blue is a portrait of my maternal grandmother, who has completed 63 years of her life. The reason why I write about her today is because I am soon going to my maternal home after two long years. I can’t wait to meet her! But till then I will write about her, to control my excitement.

My grandmother is gifted with a beautiful grand-daughter, just kidding xD.

As I was saying, my grandmother is a personification of love. A beautiful soul is trapped inside her eternal body.  She is as pure as snow. She is as old as a new born. She is as cool as a teenager. Long-story short, she is the best lady I have ever been with.

Unlike other Indian Grandmothers, my grandmother loves eating from hotels. She has typical Indian taste-buds, i.e. she would have anything and everything which has onions and garlic in it. She enjoys having pizzas and pastas. She hates dressing up in saris. Despite her age she loves traveling. She is the biggest theist I have ever crossed. So, she combines both these interests and aims on traveling all the well-known temples. And she is not far from her goal. 

“Yena rascala” – said my brother as we were in a car, heading home to meet our granny after a year. As I entered I saw a lady standing with her face turned away from us. I couldn’t recognize her. She had shoulder length, henna dyed hair. When she turned to face us I was shocked. It was my grandmother. She had chopped her lengthy hair to bob cause as she later explained she could not stand the heat. Trust me no typical Indian grandmother has got the guts to do that. Then did I realize that my gutsiness comes from no-one but my grandmother!

“Let’s try that roller-coaster!” – She had once said when we were in an amusement park. I had literally dropped my jaw, when I heard those words coming from her. We ended up sitting next to each other, holding our hands tight and screaming as hell, on the roller-coaster. I remember watching ‘Shoo koi hai’ - a successful horror T.V series with her, a decade earlier. I enjoy every minute with her. She is never a bore. The best thing about her is that she keeps accepting changes with time and understands a teenager well. I bet none could handle a teenager better than her.  My grandmother loves excitement. She loves trying new things. Now I definitely know where my trait comes from ;). 

You will always be the COOLEST grandmother anyone could wish for. I hope that you have a smile on your face after reading this.I love you to the moon and back nani :* ! Can’t wait to see you!

Why always us ?!

Why always us?!

The feminine gender is considered to be the most respectful gender in India, a nation known for its cultural heritage and values. Seeing the citizens of this nation exploit the female’s respect and leave her to die, makes me want to rub my nose in shame. 

A girl, a sister, a mother, a wife, a grandmother, we are taught to play all these roles with full harmony and take care of our family. We are the builders of the family. Before, we were kept aloof from the outside world, but today, we are the nation builders. We have successfully gained our rights and become the most vital part of our country. We say that we stand face-to-face with men, but is this true?  Are we safe? Can we go out alone after the sun has set? Why?

 Even in today’s contemporary world, we are not safe. Along with the modernization of society, more Indian women are being educated and are going out to work. They are breaking out of the subservient mold that society had given to them and are more independent. While this means they are more likely to be sexually abused. What is going wrong in our society and why don’t we support rape victims?

In my opinion, the idea of male chauvinism was passed on from our myths. Mahabharata – the story of the Pandava’s  , has itself shown the practice of harassing a women in front of the whole ‘sabha’ ( assembly ) – ‘Cheer haran of Draupadi’ . 

  

"Rape is the only crime in which the victim becomes the accused."

Once during a social lecture on contemporary women, our lady social teacher said “In the Delhi gang rape case, it was the girl’s fault. She shouldn’t have got in the bus, when she knew there was no other girl”. Even the molder of a child’s mind- the teacher, speaks against the girl and sets a wrong concept in the mind of a child. Then how can we expect the next generation to fight for right. 

Recently, former chief minister of U.P- Mulayam Singh Yadhav spoke in a public meeting Boys make mistake. They shouldn’t be hanged “. Mamata Banerjee once said “Boys become naughty sometimes”. Seeing our politician’s defend rapists sets a very wrong impression on the youth.

It is our duty now, to protect the women and fight with them for justice. Let us take an oath to make this a safer country for women. :)

 

 Credits  - http://world.time.com/2013/11/08/why-rape-seems-worse-in-india-than-everywhere-else-but-actually-isnt/

New girl in town .

Hello guys! I am completely aware that this title that I have chosen is copied from a Bollywood movie. But, trust me the follow up has no connection with that article from "Wake up Sid". 

New girl in town. As the name suggests, I have just shifted to Surat , a city of brats. I belong to a very calm and peaceful city, where studying is the first priority. I am not saying that Surat is a spoilt, good-for-nothing city, but it is just the atmosphere here is in complete contrast with where I have come from. Calicut is known for literacy, Surat is known for business. The mentality of people out here is pretty judgmental. Surat is one of the cleanest cities of India. i guess these details would do for now.

  I must admit, i was a pampered kid, unaware of the outside world. My life was as simple as a pimple. It was perfect. I had everything anyone could wish for -cool friends, a magnificent bungalow, peaceful and happy family, abundance of money, and I was popular too. Suddenly, my father decided to introduce me to the real world, and in a blink of the eye here I was shocked to see the reality I was hidden from. This I thought was the worst decision my father could have ever taken. I was sort of depressed. I started criticizing everything , comparing them with the past , and whine a lot. I was living in the past. I guess it showed around. I realized it when one day my father came to me and asked what my problem was. He asked me “why do you hate Surat so much? Tell me every single reason for your hatred towards this city, maybe I can help you.” I started thinking, I thought for a while, but even then I couldn’t think of a valid reason. Only then did I realize that living in the past or future isn’t what is going to help me to settle in a new place. What is going to be helpful is living in the present and accepting what life has to offer oneself. Life obviously isn’t a race without hurdles. What matters is how you cross the hurdles.

Today I am a completely different person than what I was a year ago. I now have learnt to find happiness all around. I have grown mature, I am now ready to cross the hurdles of life.  All the problems are stuck between the mind and matter. If you don’t mind , it doesn’t matter :) .