What lies beneath the veil....
The unnoticed India behind the veil finally is witnessing a massive revolution today. Oops! The veil yet sustains and starves for more independence. This ‘Dil Maange More’ attitude avails me surprised perspectives of ‘the common man’ amidst the crowd. Over the years people’s perception have changed so have changed the people. I remember being zapped at people’s reply often.
It would be an offense if I don’t share this experience. My college friend from her yellow woods homeland of ‘Sonepat’ leads a terrific life at Chennai. She often looses the count of her secret admirers and gives me a nice piece of entertainment every time I listen to her. She said once, “You know what; those ten days with my first boyfriend at our flat was crazy man. My parents were on vacation to native and left me because of exams. It was so sweet of him that he cooked for me”. Next month she is happily tying the knot with a guy chosen by her parents and literally gave a bang on my ear through her phone call while giving me the good news. I just sunk at her reply without any trace. Each nook and corner in the country sees a developing seed of bursting out oneself. The thought goes like this ‘I am better than you, the world knows me better when I am in jeans than in salwar.’ This attitude of present feminine reminds me of hypocrisy going great guns disguised in grooming.
The encounter of such stories doesn’t end here. My office colleague who just got married shared her grief with me, “Gosh, my in laws are coming and I have forgotten my practice of keeping the Ghungta. Moreover, the flat is no more giving me any space to hide my big pile of jeans.” At this junction, I could see the efforts been put to maintain the veil.
Over the years, this clumsy war between veiling and unveiling has been continuing at its pace. Every human being in India has a veil and takes the advantage of it the moment a crisis comes in. Lot of younger people in my college born and brought up in the laps of our Indian traditions and culture vague their tongue at the thought of speaking Hindi. They say they can’t speak anything else other than English. At college farewell, we buried ourselves inside the pocket translation dictionary of Chinese in order to find a suitable word for the theme as if we dint have any language of our own. I too would count myself in the race of veiling and unveiling.
The present day lifestyle, education, profession and upbringing methods are giving rise to out of the box happenings. Here, I can’t stop sharing an incident where I observed a lady pampering her toddler, “Beta, water drink karna hai?” The rest of day went controlling my laughter. Well, whatever it is, the fostering growth in the country certainly would give birth to many such unending instances of veiling and unveiling. And the show goes on....
Debashri
Monday, May 25, 2009
City of Pride!
The city of thousand stories, Varanasi is like a website page showcasing too many things to choose from. The indispensable country seat is a melting pot of both good and bad. The picturesque Ghats involve temples, shrines and what not. The ripples in the Ganges witness, ‘Aarti’ a real art tranquillity. The essence of such rejuvenation lies in the rhythmic mantras and other respective recitations. The Ghats and their decor are garnished by priests, saints, sages and devotees.
Now, the city which caters spiritualism in tons is technology driven as well. It’s been a couple of years that I went to Varanasi when I saw Puja being offered through phone. The priest explained what ritual to do when. The city which is run by the priests is the world’s oldest city. It’s been said that at the time of destruction, this city would be the last to extinct. The city which welcomes people from all corners of the world possesses the most narrow lanes any city would have:
The lanes beckon me beneath the city
The laws of piety are enough to be witty.
Those roaring Vindhyachal beasts are now in my kitty.
The city says,” Come again, come again O lady.”
The city is known by other names as well, such as Kaashi and Banaras. It is said to be the abode of Lord Shiva. At this point, let me mention the most important things one must enjoy while travelling the city:
1. Banaras ka paan
2. Sweets
3. Banarasi Saari
4. Black berries
The city is a big pot of temples and Shivalingas. At every fourth step there is one small or a big temple. Visheshwar temple, Maa Annapurna temple are few such points of devotion. With the city advancing to technology, the spiritualism is sincerely maintained yet. The city is wrapped with sweetened people, mantras in the morning and whole hearted Bhojnalayas. Sitting next to the Ghat at the peace of my mind, I feel, solace; my ultimate aim.
Debashri
The city of thousand stories, Varanasi is like a website page showcasing too many things to choose from. The indispensable country seat is a melting pot of both good and bad. The picturesque Ghats involve temples, shrines and what not. The ripples in the Ganges witness, ‘Aarti’ a real art tranquillity. The essence of such rejuvenation lies in the rhythmic mantras and other respective recitations. The Ghats and their decor are garnished by priests, saints, sages and devotees.
Now, the city which caters spiritualism in tons is technology driven as well. It’s been a couple of years that I went to Varanasi when I saw Puja being offered through phone. The priest explained what ritual to do when. The city which is run by the priests is the world’s oldest city. It’s been said that at the time of destruction, this city would be the last to extinct. The city which welcomes people from all corners of the world possesses the most narrow lanes any city would have:
The lanes beckon me beneath the city
The laws of piety are enough to be witty.
Those roaring Vindhyachal beasts are now in my kitty.
The city says,” Come again, come again O lady.”
The city is known by other names as well, such as Kaashi and Banaras. It is said to be the abode of Lord Shiva. At this point, let me mention the most important things one must enjoy while travelling the city:
1. Banaras ka paan
2. Sweets
3. Banarasi Saari
4. Black berries
The city is a big pot of temples and Shivalingas. At every fourth step there is one small or a big temple. Visheshwar temple, Maa Annapurna temple are few such points of devotion. With the city advancing to technology, the spiritualism is sincerely maintained yet. The city is wrapped with sweetened people, mantras in the morning and whole hearted Bhojnalayas. Sitting next to the Ghat at the peace of my mind, I feel, solace; my ultimate aim.
Debashri
The Monster
Last night I was
Among some deadliest monsters
They crouched together
I fought with great armour
Laws of piety did not matter
As the Digambaras and Shewtambaras have to say
“Killing any is an evil thing”.
For any case that is not a sin
Were there red scars
On my arms, on my skin
I was still lion in the field
No arms, no ammunition
Still the monster was the king
It was with an army, why on earth,
Human was alone
To face so many, night was disastrous
Sleep was gone
My palm, my fingers no more forward
They retired while my eyes collapsed
The quito ring too went dull, final and full
I faced the truth night was a challenge
The day next was tough
I had turned insane,
When returned home
A clarion call said
‘A FIGHT WITH MONSTER AGAIN’
Debashri
Last night I was
Among some deadliest monsters
They crouched together
I fought with great armour
Laws of piety did not matter
As the Digambaras and Shewtambaras have to say
“Killing any is an evil thing”.
For any case that is not a sin
Were there red scars
On my arms, on my skin
I was still lion in the field
No arms, no ammunition
Still the monster was the king
It was with an army, why on earth,
Human was alone
To face so many, night was disastrous
Sleep was gone
My palm, my fingers no more forward
They retired while my eyes collapsed
The quito ring too went dull, final and full
I faced the truth night was a challenge
The day next was tough
I had turned insane,
When returned home
A clarion call said
‘A FIGHT WITH MONSTER AGAIN’
Debashri
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