Saturday, June 17, 2017

A sense of entitlement

I am probably overdosed with “feminism”, “women’s empowerment” and Fathers/Mothers/Womens’ Day bruhaha….

And I want to speak about entitlement! Yes, the entitlement that society arms every man with…yes rape that girl, she shouldn’t have walked out in the dark. Yes stare at those legs, she should have worn a longer skirt…Yes ask for a culinary festival, she should know cooking by virtue of being born a woman…Yes give instructions for child rearing without “dirtying” your hand - the crying baby is a “primary” duty of the mother.

And those “feel good honours” that society bestows him with.. when a man changes a nappy – he is breaking a stereotype and not simply looking after his offspring? When a man makes tea for his wife – he is getting ready for a pedestal of his own and not simply performing a routine chore at home? When a man washes his dishes and cooks his own food, he is the “apple of everyone’s eye” and not simply implementing survival tactics?

What is it that drives people and society to lay out this “comfort net” for the men in our society…they run the “option” of waking up early for a child’s rearing..a mother will snatch the dishes away if a son washes them..but accepts that a daughter-in-law should do the dishes…it is the norm isn’t it? Household and child-rearing responsibilities are first bestowed on the woman of the house..as if she was born with a handbook on how to manage a home and a child… Men can walk home after a “tired day at work” and pick the TV remote as a birthright…he need not walk into the kitchen to see the progress of dinner or understand the “nitty gritty” of a child’s needs as “primary instinct” but needs to be coaxed into these responsibilities.

Why do we idolize men who have taken over “household responsibilities” and crown women who are doing well in their field of specialization? Do we “knight” a woman who cooked a decent meal (perhaps her first one)? Do we popularize pictures of a mother taking care of a screaming infant? But we will award recognition to men who put their clothes into a washing machine or rock a baby to sleep (in a business suit as shown in all commercials)? And also beat the drums for a woman who excels at her chosen profession? As if household management was “incidental” for a woman and earning your bread is the job of the man of the household!

When can we sit down and re-think this thought process? All things being equal, a man and woman have gone through the same educational system and worked in the same competitive environment but come marriage and suddenly you have a different weighing and rating scale for each gender? The woman suddenly needs to assume the “household goddess” title and the man is left to “hunt and provide” for the family…and if each moves away or beyond this invisible line of responsibility, there is tremendous adulation and awe!


Of course it would be again “stereotypical” to assume all humanity falls into the same “category” but can we not leave these to the individual and not “genderise” the primary responsibilities? Why can we not simply allocate all responsibilities based on logic and rationale like time, skills, inclination. Why do we give the luxury and understanding to only the “man” in the house – his entitlement to sleep, rest, stress-busting, time-off, ignorance, learning curve is as much an entitlement of the woman of the house? And why do we idolize women who are simply performing their duties at work just like any individual and “colour” it with “diversity”? A man can be good and bad at certain things as a law of nature and the same holds good for a woman and if we take this as an objective possibility, we might stop this whole trial to “break stereotypes” by actually working on the stereotypes in the first place?

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Russia – lifting the Veil

If there is a destination that exudes mystery and charm, it would have to be Russia…almost like an exotic woman .. she wraps her enigma wrapped within and veils it from the outside world…you need to flirt with her…go on a road trip…spend an evening in her company.. to unwrap the mysteries that become her…And once you draw closer to her, the unravelling is magical and you are smitten by her grace, her history and her class and culture..

And so what started as an infatuation at the start of our trip in Moscow intensified further to an obsession as we explored Vladimir, Suzdal and Posad and turned into hopeless love as we bid goodbye to St Petersburg.

Moscow is a massive expanse of history and culture that one can explore from various quarters and a comprehensive coverage is impossible.. I was first taken back to the Soviet era at the flea market in Izmailovsky..it was an experience like none other – old Russian ladies selling a variety of knick- knacks from yellowed pages of old Russian newspapers to scarves and Russian Matryoshka dolls…not to forget the Soviet military coats and war memorabilia. I almost lost myself to the bygone era as I touched the old dolls, ceramic pots and gramophone records that one could bargain your way through..

And of course we did the rounds of the city to witness its grandeur and rich history..Kremlin and the Red Square – the famous square which has witnessed end of the “empire”..the Bolshevik revolution…..my days at school hearing the “red” stories of Russian history gushed back as our guide walked us through the grand monuments and churches at the Kremlin..And some more monuments…the oldest departmental store (GUM) – a symphony of luxury and old time charm and the St Basil’s Cathedral looming bright and beautiful as we walked through the cobbled streets. The most fascinating heritage of Moscow resides in its Metro stations…each station restored and retained with its past glory and architecture…if one has massive marble columns, the other would have beautiful paintings and sculptures…one would need to get down at every station to admire these wonders! We went back to the streets of Moscow after our “guided” tour once again to explore the city..stumbling and fumbling with the Metro map..figuring out the boards with their cute Russian script…attempting conversation with signs and expressions with the Russians on the street.. massive streets and structures, the strange mix of storm, hailstorm, rain and sunshine that Moscow bestowed us with…the skies turning from grey to blue in alternate cycles..and the sun shining bright as we crept into our beds at 10:00 pm - it was worth every “ruble”..

Vladimir, Suzdal and Posad – the cities of the “golden ring” were the next encounters that awaited us…the hidden jewels of Russia…exotic churches, countryside houses and an atmosphere that is truly mesmerizing…tourism is almost non-existent and that is an added charm of any destination…just functional churches ..peaceful hymns reverberating in the massive vacuum of the church…chandeliers of ornate gold…the spaces outside with the green pastures dotted with the “yellow” flower and of course tulips…!! That simple flower in bloom and in varied colours fills you with an energy and joy that is indescribable!

A superfast train zipped us from Moscow to St Petersburg in a few hours and a city of a totally diverse nature awaited us…the city of bridges, palaces, theaters and monuments…its heart throbs through the Neva river which meanders through the various quarters of the city. Symmetry in every corner and every street and every structure..and musicians jumping into performances at every corner… it is unalloyed relaxation as you walk through the streets and the music mixes with the air of St Petersburg to give you a blast of ecstasy.. The experience further enhanced by witnessing the Russian ballet…the Swan Lake..and it was an experience to cherish forever..the grace of the dancers, the orchestra and the ambience of the historical theater!


Alas..the walks had to end,,the music had to end.. and of course our Russian sojourn…. as we dug into a Russian dish one last time and the St Petersburg sun refusing to set on that bright summer night – we clinked our Russian coins and returned to India…forlorn souls… hopelessly in love and pining to return to the mystery woman!

Friday, February 17, 2017

I am needed

A few tormenting words. Flashing Dagger
She pierced into his heart

When others departed
She stayed back for extended periods

When others were around
She left in a hurry

With no purpose or reason
She lingered around uselessly

She clung – strong and tight
To his arms and legs

Memories of “her” tormented him
Sometimes they “lightened” him

In exasperation, he asked “who are you”
“Pain” – she whispered
“Why are you here?”

“I am needed” – she explained
To bring back your well-wisher – Gratitude!


Thursday, January 5, 2017

Desires of a new year

The new year fairy is here…
Her extended wand swishing and waiting

May we have wealth..
Not the black, stashed, unaccounted, untaxed and looted
The pristine white, hard earned, accounted and fair

May we have beauty
Not the ‘botoxed’, starved, anorexic and plastered
The radiating, healthy and fresh

May we have health
Not the ‘antibiotic infused’, duped and misled
The real pink when all organs work in a beautiful rhythm

May we have relationship
Not the ones strung together merely by societal pressures
But bonded firmly at the roots, devoid of pretensions

May we have equality
Not the ones carved in monuments and uttered as lip service
But which gives every human and animal a fair chance to live and die

May we have peace
Not the ones spewed in beauty pageants and candle marches
The soft white that ensures no innocent human is massacred  

May we have tolerance
Not the ones stifled and scripted by the powers of the universe
The genuine acceptance for the other; sans bias and prejudice

And lastly may we have time
Not the rushed, plodded, mundane and reproachable

The ones where we live and breathe..mind, soul, beauty et al

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Run Tiger Run

If you are Mal, then Mohanlal runs deep in your blood…the phenomenon who makes me weep every time I watch Chitram…the macho aura that stuns me with Devasuram..the cutest comic king that breaks me up into a mass of uncontrollable laughter with Nadodikat, Vellanakulade Naad..and these movies build an unshakeable foundation of loyalty towards this actor..and each time he does a “beneath Mohanlal” act, the loyalty raising his head and excuses it as a “miss” and pushes you back to the altar of worship!

And to this loyalty factor one must add the bloated ego of a Mal movie buff who always looks down upon other “woods” with disdain..especially the “Chinese fakes” or Bollywood masala version of classic Malayalam movies..this fatal mix of loyalty mixed with misplaced pride was devastated with the blockbuster called “Pulimurugan”.

And the years of Mohanlal worship could not stop me from shredding this movie to bits and loyalty for once decided to play fair and meekly surrendered! The only credit I can give is probably the fresh and green portrayal of the forest.. the beautifully captured streams, waterfalls, plants entertain you throughout the movie…and of course the tiger sequences and stunts are orchestrated with a touch of professional beauty!

If you keep aside the backdrop, the characters are created only for a single purpose  - to sing praises of “murugan” (the central character apart from the villainous tiger of course). The story itself is an unbelievable mythological cum action cum good vs. bad fable..the one consistent thread that runs through the story is Murugan slaying the “evil” tigers of the forest..and each time the story is stuck, a tiger starts mauling people and Murugan brings out his “Indiana Jones” equivalent outfit and gets to the task that he is born for…and he ends each killing with a signature move and of course the Murugan song…and that is probably the scene that did it..it brought down Malayalam movie into the “common” league of masala movies that make strange magnum opus movies to simply showcase the superstar as the exaggerated superhero…and characters and female actors are thrown in simply to enhance his machoism and exalt his numerous virtues…the characters are lifeless, reeking of artificiality…and to believe that these characters are born and bred in the forest is a tough pill to swallow!


Well, apart from the evil tiger in the forest, there is a parallel line outside ..a mélange of evil world of human gang lords (do not miss the sinister name of the villain – “DADDY”), deceit, “brotherly” sacrifices, the vamp lady trying to seduce Murugan and Murugan scintillating in equal measures inside and outside the forest! Phew I think that’s all that I could recollect as I walked out into the darkness of the night..ego and loyalty folded neatly into a pack and stuffed into my tote bag… holding on to one last hope…. that none of my friends have caught me watching this movie!

Corporate Conundrum

They prepared me for a colourful life ahead
And all I see is Monday blues

They said I would achieve dreams and beyond
But…my wings had to be clipped to fit the bell curve

They wanted creativity, motivation and spunk
But confined to the borders of a presentation

They eat, greet and meet..and words outrun actions
And all you hear is the constant din of murmurs…”strategy” and “out of the box”

They abuse and align authority and responsibility in cycles
And one never knows which side of authority or responsibility you are on

They call themselves the pay masters
And you realize that you are enslaved to a wage that drives your consumerism

They want to show you the growth path
And you see the marathon that you run everyday to Friday evening

They are always “sorry to disturb you at odd times”
But a deadline is just that….a line to reach dead or alive

They stand for transparency and open doors
And you realize the only transparent truth is your bonded business suit