These are my attempts to write and just maybe hit upon an alternative career that I have been so desperately looking out for! In the process of doing so I am putting down incidents that seem worth putting down here or affected me in some way.
Tears for Men?
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If we must shed tears then they are perhaps better utilized the hungry and starving children of this planet rather than waste them over men.
I am still thinking of making those compartments. How easy, it would be for all of us to have separate relationships and since you know they are in that compartment, how easy it would be for separate emotions, or would it be easy?
@Kausum: The compartment theory has intrigued me and it seems that most men who have power, money and are in their 40s think this way. Its all about having and eating cakes and the lot seems to have mastered this thought process.
My childhood is mostly a blur, or perhaps it is carefully veiled to hide some painful incidents that my younger self didn't want to confront. There are layers and layers of dense fog, and penetrating these layers, even now, is difficult. Often, I am waylaid by my own thoughts and never really approach The Fog. Lately, I often think back to a specific incident that seems to have emerged from that fog, presenting itself to me. I keep thinking that I must delve into it and articulate my thoughts, as it may be the seed for one of my current behaviour patterns. As usual, life gets in the way, and I keep putting it off. However, here I am, trying to get back to writing and other creative projects when I am not hijacked by distractions. It's funny how I miss "those days" when I did something creative (for example, the previous articles written in this very blog) and don't do anything to get back to that space. Instead, I blame myself for spending time ...
(Based on thoughts generated by the article in my previous post) When I see the Times these days, I wonder whether I can continue subscribing to this paper for long. From a paper who believed in serious journalism it has degenerated into a rag which mostly prints syndicated material with some writing here and there by correspondents. My uncle was an eminent journalist with the Times, my cousin was the Editor for a while, I grew up with discussions about politics and happenings at the newspaper office and somehow Times has been a habit for as long as I can remember. Now it has grown into a massive media juggernaut and the groups priorities seem to have shifted and it seems they take the slogan 'sex sells' very seriously indeed. They can read the minds of the strapped for time urban lot who prefer light reading. They know exactly how to add spice to each and every section. Even Economic Times has the occasional titillating picture or a 'juicy' snippet. The morons that we ...
Chandalika is a dance drama written by Rabindranath Tagore back in 1933. I was watching it on TV last night and found that it is perhaps as relevant now as it was in 1933. It's a story of a girl named Prakriti, who is ostracized by the society and lives on its edges. She does not understand the consequences of her birth into a family which is regarded as ' untouchable '. She watches wistfully from the shadows as the world passes her by as even her shadow was inauspicious, the sweet meat vendor, the bangle seller and the flower girls all shunned her existence. One day a Buddhist monk appeared and asked her for some water to quench his thirst, he brushed aside her hesitance and said God made all men equal and her origins were inconsequential and proceeded to drink water offered by her. The ' caste system ' sometimes rears its ugly head during matrimonial alliances but otherwise it’s quite forgotten - at least in urban India. Now with the fresh wave of proposed reserv...
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@Eve's Lungs: No I lived in Defence Colony. Are you a Delhi-ite too
The hungry and straving don't need our tears...
So you intend to just spare a tear for the hungry and the starving. Isnt there more, you can do.
@Kausum: I didn't know men had compartments til I read this! What are your compartments?
I can do plenty of other things - maybe I will talk about them in subsequent posts!