Sunday, September 26, 2010

Sitha Devy

Her image kept recurring in my mind...her eyes never drained...all alone...never complaining...taking life in its stride. She had everything, but possessed nothing.

She was Sitha Devi.

Sitha Devy was a mythological character who became a deep rooted concept in the minds of Indian women. She was hailed as the epitome of chastity. She was the wife of Lord Rama and their story was' Ramayana'. ...I was not going to write that story in detail. I was concerned only about her feelings, the  feelings she had when she was asked by her husband to prove her  chastity.

 Her conflicting mind

Sitha shuddered at her husband's decision. She had to scream again from the rooftop that she had committed nothing wrong She saw thousands of inquisitive eyes interrogating her.She could bear it and it alluded her concern.But when her eyes met her sons' gaze she could not take it. She looked again and was relieved to see that their gaze did not spurt any suspicions. It told nothing, but offered solace. With reverence, she looked at her husband Ram, who always loved her. She knew that neither Ram nor his subjects nurtured any suspicions about her. She could not understand the logic behind her husband's decision. He told her that as a husband he believed her, but as a King it was his responsibility to show his subjects that their queen was innocent and nothing went wrong between her and Ravana, while she was abducted.

She wondered how Ram could make such a discretion between a King and a husband. Sitha felt as if she was going to faint. Her vision blurred. She could not see anything. When she opened her eyes, she found her lonely. Neither her husband nor her sons were there. She listened to the calmness and loneliness that enveloped her. She could hear water flowing in the nearby brook.The breeze touched her lips... The birds chirped... The leaves danced... It soothed her mind for a while. 

Everything ceased all of a sudden.The brook stopped its course...the birds went silent...the breeze detoured...the leaves went still...Her surrounding became too silent that she could hear her heart pounding. She could hear a voice calling her name. She looked around, but saw nobody. Her gaze followed the infinity. She wanted to drink the water from River Lethe to quell all memories haunting her. She was awakened from her deep thoughts when she heard her name again. She turned around to find someone standing beside her. Who was it?

 Her self

Sitha was bewildered to find a woman standing a few yards away from her." Who are you", Sitha asked. The woman came closer. Sitha was mystified to see her replica. The woman said "Do not ask me who I am, but ask yourself, you will get the answer. I am your self, Sitha. Do not be frightened of me. You always escaped me."

Sitha was stuck to the root. " What do you mean that I always escaped you." 

"You never listened to your heart. You always glossed over your feelings. You lived with your sincerity, but failed miserably to live with your heart. You lived as a good daughter, wife, mother and a queen, but not as a woman you truly are. You always yielded to your circumstances. But it's time to wake up from the deep slumber and face the life as the woman you are"

Sitha was perplexed and said  " I do not understand."

" Close your eyes and remember the war that was waged for you", the woman said.

Sitha closed her eyes. " What do you see now?, the woman asked.

Sitha could hear the battling swords, the neigh of the panicked horses, arrows being hurled in the air.

Sitha answered " I could see...I could see..."

The woman continued " Fix your eyes on the battle and tell me the face that you see.

Perplexed Sitha opened her eyes quickly for the image of Ravana struck her first.

Sitha murmured " Ravana...Ravana..." 

The woman went on " This is Ravana, who abducted you, because he loved you. He abducted you to make you his queen. He abducted you for he could not live without you. Ravana did not last without you. He died for you. He ruined his kingdom for you. This is the same Ravana who pledged not to touch you, until he gain your consent. He could have given you back to  Ram to save himself and his empire. But he chose death, just  for you Sitha."

Tears welled in Sitha's eyes. She was keenly listening to her self. Sitha thought " Ram forsaken me to do his duty as a King. I was abandoned mercilessly in the forest. I was pregnant then. It wasn't enough to melt the King's heart. I was a queen, but lived with my children in the forest. Ram never had any suspicions about my fidelity. He knew it, but kept mum. He could have told the whole world of my loyalty, but preferred to remain quiet. Why? Is this the law and justice of the King.Why he chose to remain quiet. The subjects of Ayodhya believed their King, yet he never told them that his wife bore no stigma. Did he really love me?. I was a good mother and wife. But was he a good husband?.  Why Ram? You could have saved me from the humiliation. You did not do it. You once asked for this sacrifice, I gave it but not again. Sitha would never go through this humiliation again. This will be the end of it".

Sitha opened her eyes. She was standing in the court of King Rama with whole Ayodhya watching. She looked in the eyes of Rama. She is Sitha, not ready to take any more humiliation. She looked above and prayed to her mother Earth to take her away from this entanglement and make her free. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she prayed and prayed until the earth split and there rose here mother seated in a throne.

Sitha said " Mother, take me away and make me free and let the mother earth not bear any humiliation committed against woman".

Mother earth stretched her hands, took her daughter in an embrace. They vanished into thin air.


Friday, September 24, 2010

The unfading memories

Sandra did not realize how far she had gone. She was panting and the road looked as if it would not end. She missed her bus. She should have taken an auto to get to the office. But she chose to walk and reached late. Everything happened as she expected. MD yelled at her for not turning up on time and marked half day leave for being late by twenty minutes.

She took her seat and the files that piled upon her table seemed like a hill, not easy to climb and she had no intention of climbing it either. She just sat still. She was finding it difficult to hold her mind. When Sanam, her collegue asked why was she too late, Sandra blinked her eyes and said “I missed the bus".

She checked her mails and found one from her mother and the other from her long lost friend. She knew the content of the first letter without even opening it. Esha, her long time and now lost friend was inquiring about her whereabouts. Esha could not attend her marriage as she had flown to San Fransisco with her husband. Memories started gnawing her. She did not feel like working and had no intention of asking her boss to give her the leave, but was relieved to find that he would leave soon as he had a meeting.

Sandra left office by half past one. As she did not want to go home soon, she decided to take a stroll along the beach. The breeze and the azure water calmed her for a while.

"Oh no! John, you are spoiling my gown". Sandra yelled.

“Come on Sandra...." John went on splashing water on her.

"That was our wedding day", Sandra thought.

John loved beaches. It was his plan to go to the beach after we got married. It was a wild plan, but a good one. I have never seen John so happy. My gown drenched, but I did not mind. I was so happy to be with him.

It has been six years...

Sandra was feeling tired, when she got home. She cuddled herself in the bed and in no time, she was fast asleep.

 She could see the deep abyss, could feel the freezing chill piercing her body. The water was not placid. It was furious and wild. The peak stood too tall as if it could touch the canopy and the chasm  was too deep and too hard to fathom.

She could see them on the peak, clasping against each other, being unaware of the fury that was brewing around them. They cling to each other as if there was no tomorrow only, today to live. They were happy, calm and contended. The raging waterfalls could not divert them not for a while. They were just  But it was short lived.

Sandra could hear her own scream..."John....John...John..."

He fell into the unfathomable abyss. She opened her eyes with sweat rolling down her cheeks. She saw John smiling at him in a framed photograph. She smiled back and rushed to pick her son from the school.


Saturday, September 18, 2010

Aatif aslam

As I said earlier I now find a bit difficult to come up with new writings. I came across this song as a sheer coincidence and I found it interesting. Now I feel I can come up with something that has been latent in me for a long time.

Enjoy this wonderful romantic song brimming with love.

Just this

I hate it
I hate selfish people
Let them doom.

I have poured out my anger.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Kerala - God's own country

In my place, everything is green - the water,the trees, the rivulets...even the vast expanse of canopy is green in colour. It's the colour of richness, prosperity and fertility.

Have a look...

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

My English class

Yesterday, I really had a pretty tough time. I started my new job as an English trainer. There were twenty five students, to be precise. Though I enjoyed my part well,  they were not ready to open their mouth. In my place ( Kerala, situated at the southern tip of India), the people were quite good in English. They could understand and write English well. But they always found it difficult to speak. 

Most of them had their own inhibitions. They were always conscious and were very much worried that they would make mistakes. Mother Tongue Influence was another issue.Hence, they always kept mum.

The place where I was working now  was not an institution that taught  English. They were mostly concentrating on IT. I should say that  IT was their prime arena.

Despite having great deal of technical knowledge, the students did not  come out in flying colors in the interview due to the reason that they could not speak the language.

So I should make them speak some how. I really think it's going to be a great challenge.

Just this

I did my post graduation in English and also did a PG diploma in Electronic journalism t. I was a rank holder and I was quite good in all the assignments they had given me. But I could not pursue it due to many reasons.  After doing a bit of copy writing, I ended up as an English trainer. At the outset I was not too comfortable with this job.
 Our society accepted engineers, doctors and bureaucrats. So I always shoved all my likes and passions to the back burner. The people around me were not all pleased with my present job. I also showed them that I too felt the same. But deep inside I was complacent for I loved to talk and interact with people and here I am with a bunch of students.
P.S. I could also blog without any interruption
Hey! Please drop in and give me some valuable suggestions to improve my English as well as theirs too.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The relevance of International year of forests

I came across an article about deforestation, so I thought of writing about it and here it is :

90 acres of rain forests are destroyed every minute. The survival rate of world species is at stake. Global warming is shaking the whole world. Air pollution, water pollution, soil erosion, heavy winds, the list is incessant and the cause is explicit – Deforestation.

About 60% of the ecosystem is exploited in a non-sustainable manner. Hence, the risk is high. Keeping the impending dangers in mind and to promote sustainable management, conservation and to develop forests world wide, General Assembly of UN has declared the year 2011 as the International Year of Forests. It has set a plinth to address the crucial issues that affects the forests and its abundant resources .

The international year should act as a catalyst in harnessing the International public opinion. Since deforestation is a crucial link to other issues that is being tackled in the global level, it could not be alluded at any rate. Nature's fury is at its zenith. We have already tasted many aftermaths.

Global warming is increasing at an alarming rate. Researches have shown that Green Land island has already started depositing major chunk of its ice to the ocean which will increase the sea level and can wipe out New Orleans. Cyclones and tornadoes are wreaking havoc. Floods and tsunamis add much gravity to the situation. Pollution mar the environment that we live. Natural resources are badly needed for the survival of mankind. The increasing burden of population threatens the life of forests each day.

For many countries, especially developing countries, forests embodies the most important resources for development and poverty eradication. Hence the International Year should highlight forests as an important part of development.

The Director of the United Nations Forum on Forests Secretariat has rightly observed that “This would be an open invitation to the world community to come together and work with Governments, international organizations and civil society, to ensure that our forests are managed for current and future generations.”


Monday, September 6, 2010

Just this

I was sitting in front of my laptop for quite a long time. I could not come with anything to write. Hence, I convinced myself that " Speech is silver, Silence is golden."

Thursday, September 2, 2010

He is naughty - Lord Krishna

"Just as a fire is covered by smoke and a mirror is obscured by dust, just as the embryo rests deep within the womb, wisdom is hidden by selfish desire." - Bhagavat Gita

" Karma does not bind one who has renounced work." - Bhagavat Gita

"Hell has three gates: lust, anger, and greed." - Bhagavat Gita
Happy JANMASHTAMI ( birthday of Lord Krishna) 

Could you interpret my DREAM

I had a dream once. 
I could see a deep and dark abyss flanked by peaks.
It was unfathomable. 
The peak could touch and caress the blue canopy. 
The hoarfrost on it could prick the sky.

There was a long queue waiting eagerly to cross the gorge. The queue seemed meandering and unending.
But I could see somebody whom I knew at the end of the line. It came as a sudden surprise. 
It was me.
A giant leap could make them cross the abyss. Inside it, two horrendous serpents were cuddling and flying up and down.
It was spiteful and spewed venom.
I waited for my turn stoically.
Nobody could traverse the gorge. When they jumped and reached the middle of the gorge, they were hit and bit by the astounding snakes.
What would happen to me?
I was going to jump.

I took a leap, serpents were high up and it seemed it could touch me, but could not as I twisted my legs and crossed the gorge.