Friday, January 28, 2011

I am back ....

I have read 13 books last month and was quite happy about it. I thought I could repeat the same in the new year too. But I was wrong. I laid my hands on many books but could not read even a paragraph. I was inflicted  with readers block. I used the word ' infliction' deliberately. Situation was worse. I didn't feel like concentrating on anything. I could not eat, sleep, watch movies...the list was endless. Long and short, I was not properly doing anything...Am I exaggerating? Heck/, no....I tried Master of the Game by Sydney Sheldon, Malgudy Days by R. K. Narayan, Five point someone by Chetan Bhagat which was a national best seller, Only love is real by Dr. Brian Weiss. But none of these books were of any help, though they were quite a good read.

I thought I was too over confident and was afraid that my lists with which I had decorated the fringes of my blog was going to remain without any entries. I was short of money to buy any new books, but I mustered my energy and went to my favourite place, the second hand book shop. I exchanged my old books with new ones along with a small amount which I could afford.

I began with "Final Appeal Lisa Scottoline and I am sooooooo happy that I am back in the game.

Saturday, January 22, 2011


 This was the first movie in Malayalam that dealt with  dual personality followed by many remakes in Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, Hindi, Bengali.But this was the best. I have seen it many times and was  watching it again. I was really fascinated and  thought I should share it with you. I am uploading three videos. Introducing Ganga

Ganga's dual personality ( becoming Nagavalli) This scene fetched ' Shobhana' (the actress) her first National Award for best actress.

The fully transformed Ganga....

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Life is at stake here

This is an attempt to say a story that is inspired from a real incident. I do not know whether I am good at saying a story. But ts was the picture that came to my mind when I heard about the atrocities that still exist in my country.
Time has changed, but the attitude with which the entire fabric of society was built is still the same. Religion, caste...the list is endless. Men cared not for their loved ones, but their religion.

 She lay in the splattered pool of blood... Her slow motioned eyes searching for him.

He was lying on the other end.  His eye balls still, not ready to budge a bit. She stretched her hand until the tip of her fingers met his. The days of apprehensions and helplessness were deep buried in the earth.

The memories gushed in and out...Her eyes could see it.

She was eight and he was ten when they first met on the narrow mound that meandered through the golden fields of their village. He was too tall that she had to lift her face full to see him. His face guaranteed everything. She was unsure, whether he felt the same .In no time, her doubts withered.  The drizzle of his smile was overwhelming as if it was kept hidden for centuries. The days and nights passed. Seasons took its various forms. But their smiles were still the same. It grew and grew with all its charm.

A new world of freedom was born amidst them – College.

 It has been years since they were bonded with smile. She was ecstatic to meet him and the waiting came to an end when he came to her and asked for her name.

“Gudiya” the reply was wrapped in a blush.

“Anurag” he told his name with the same usual smile.

Nothing more...silence spoke for them. It went on for months. But they could read each other's minds. After their initial reluctance, both took the rein of their freedom in their own hands. As days multiplied, the woes of the thought of separation too swelled. They seemed aware of their future.

The insecure future – that was what they would like to call it. Their union put forth before them a straight question mark.

 Honour was the term that was dangerously entwined with bizarre and ludicrous customs and conventions. Unfortunately, they too belonged to this society, same religion, but different castes. They were scared of it. They could not live under the wrath of the society.

Would they be able to cross it? Do they have the courage to take the bull by its horns?

 But love had its own answer... It knew no society and boundaries.

She was beautiful in her chilly red wedding saree. Nothing changed.Everything was still the same. Silence and smile echoed amidst them. He looked at her crown. It was flashing with red saffron.

“She is mine”, he thought with pride.

When the village came to know about their secret marriage , it unleashed a heavy torture. They could not die. Death would be an escapade. They loved each other, so they fled. And here they were sitting beneath the calm sky with no worries to embitter their dreams.

Days passed and their life flourished in bliss unaware of their society's conspiring mind.

It was a Saturday…

 Someone was knocking at her door. She could not believe her eyes.It was her mother. Tears welled in her eyes.She hugged her mother.But her mother stood still as a rock devoid of any feelings and passions. She had shoved her motherhood into the deepest trench of abhorrence.

Her grip on her mother loosened as she saw her uncle and brother. She could see her entire village in her portico. Panic struck her with heavy hands. They were there not to bury the hatchet, but to seek vengeance. They believed both of them had disgraced their society.

 Somebody handed her brother a glistening sword. She looked around for an easy resort and found none. Hatred spewed from her mother's eyes. Anurag was not yet home.

She knelt before them beseeching for her life. The sword was up in the air. But it could not  strike its first blow. She looked up and saw Anurag clutching her brother's arm. He was fierce. He could not let leave his life easily which he had gathered to nourish. But they had already made up their mind. The first fatal blow wreaked its havoc. Anurag was writhing in the pool of blood.

The drizzle was easily replaced by a heavy down pour. Blood every where. The shattered dream hid itself in the dark corners, not wanting to get drenched in the whirlpool of blood.

She knew it was her time to go , to go the unknown territories. And she was happy for she was not alone. He was with her. 

Her eye balls too become rigid looking at him....


P.S: This story is inspired from a real life incident that was reported especially in Haryana and Uttarpradesh.  “Honour Killing'- that's how this gruesome reality is termed. It happens in the 2nd longest democracy in the world - India. A couple was brutally murdered without any mercy. They were not supposed to disgrace their family.  The culprits were captured, but were not apologetic of what they have inflicted not only to their dear ones, but to the entire society. This was not a single incident. Two sisters were cruelly killed for they decided to live their life on their own terms. When one chose modelling as her career, the other chose to lead her life with the man she was in love. Death was the punishment bestowed on these two young women for their crime.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Have you ever got butterflies in your stomach after reading a book?

Have you ever got butterflies in your stomach after reading a book. I got it. I could not have a wink of sleep after reading Tess Garrison's " Body Double", ever since after "Outbreak" by Robin Cook which I read when I was fifteen or sixteen. The book by Ms Garrison was brilliant and had exciting twists and turns. She was so vivid in her craft that you could have an easy imagination of what she really meant. It's suspense was blood cuddling. The book was too brilliant  that it scared the life out of me. 

I am always anxious to read the next book when I finishes one. But now it seems as if I need a break. Did you ever feel as I have felt and what did you do to overcome that?

Sunday, January 9, 2011

What is your opinion on it?

I was just thinking of rights. rights? yea. the right of a woman. 

She is my friend and is 29 years old , working as a front office executive in a not so big company. Her career had always been her dream. A girl with a bundle of talents, her confidence always told her that she could achieve anything she really wanted. She tried her hands in various jobs and was always good in them. But success had a strange way of alluding her. But she never quit. She was always seeking a new possibility, a new avenue. 

I really admire her.

She was from a financially sound family. Her father was a successful businessman who was financially well off  to support her to do whatever she would like to do. Her mother was too much addicted to traditions that she had stopped interacting with  her daughter as she was not thinking of a marriage. She had a boyfriend who was very much in love with her but they could not marry as they belonged to different religions. They both were struggling hard to make a career and could think of marriage when they were well settled. 

You could feel that there was nothing complicated but I could feel the tension she was in. She had a brother who was six years younger to her and never found any hindrance in doing whatever he liked.He was preparing to go to UK to do his MBA.  She wanted to do law in her country which costed only around 40000 Indian money and that too for 3 years which was much much cheaper than doing an MBA  abroad. She could not join for it in 2010 for she was short of money and now she is trying hard to make it in 2011. There were several instances where she was beaten up by her parents for not obeying them.

She asked me quite a several times whether she was committing any mistakes. You could not get married for the sake of getting married. Hence, I said you have to do what you really feel like doing.

I was not really bothered about her for I knew someday she would get what she really wanted. I was just thinking about those girls who were totally devoid of any opportunities to think independently; who were only taught to be subservient not only to man but everything she came across; who were conveniently taught to be a man's woman and not an individual; who could not make a decision  even on her womb.

There were many who got nothing, did nothing and died several times.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Would you believe it?

My blood froze as I listened to him. But from his face I could read that he was not lying or trying to spoof me. Of course, he could not as it was something to do with his late mother.
His mother died of cancer in a hospital and I was really flabbergasted by the rituals they conducted after his mother’s death.

He said it was really an eerie experience. She died in a hospital and as far as their belief goes, it was just the body that could be cremated; the soul was still wandering where she died which needs to be anchored at the earliest. For that they conducted a very strange ritual called “ Chavanappu”.

 A person who is adept in this job is brought and it is he who guides the soul. Firstly, he would make a small effigy out of soil. Then he would start rubbing small sea shells on a sieve. He would also start singing a bizarre song which helped in creating  an atmosphere. The ritual would start from ten in the night and continues till five in the morning. The close relatives of the deceased would be present for the ceremony.

The soul wanders but it can not move about freely .  Where ever it encounters a divine presence (church, temple etc.) and it would get stuck. The person who conducts this ritual called potti would guide the soul to its destination.

The process goes on till the soul reached its objective. When the potti gets the cue that it had already reached he would ask anybody to come forward so that he could guide the soul to enter that person’s body which would make the soul speak through him or her.

My friend said he was the first choice but nothing happened and eventually the soul anchored itself in one of his cousin, a girl of 21 and through her the soul made it clear that she would like to stay with her family and not in any temple.

But I asked myself a few questions.

She loved her son the most. Then why did she choose her niece than her son? Maybe she wanted to see her son, daughter and husband and wanted to talk to them which she could not do if she chose any of the three. I was not superstitious and I did not want to believe it. My logic kept on telling me that it was just a superstition and I think I was right. I made many queries regarding this incident and his sister told me that the girl in whom the soul entered had experienced such attacks before. So that answers my question.


This is a ritual that has been followed by a particular community. So do we have to assume that each family has a person who is not mentally sound?