Ayesha and Burqa - and Indian Woman

and here I was crying about Goddesses who are not passionately loved or allowed to love passionatley! :)

Well Heads - they win tails I lose...

I say I want to wear burqa/ ghunghat/ whatever because 'I believe'. Then I am d*****d as a religious zealot. I say I do not wear burqa/ ghunghat/.... I am still dam*** for not being religious enough. It is strange that the burqa is taking the space of Christine on my blog.

But I am quiet zapped by the plight of Ayesha. Did she follow her religious inclination and make a stand for herself ( I sincerely wish this is the case)? Or is it a standoff between two opposing religions in the guise of a hapless young girl who may be caught in a war not of her own making? Where will the war take her once the media spotlight moves on to the next intersting story? What is to become of her? I am worried... for her, her family, the over all implication of the burqa ban in the college... I ask the question - where are we going?

India has had more that it share of religiously violent incidents. Is it one more fissure in the already fragile fabric of communal harmony? Will people mend it? Do we have to adapt the same identity, same dress, same language etc to prove our belonging to the country? What is the identity of India?

I have never dreamt of being in any other country other than India - have always felt proud in saying that I come from India. This is the country I call Home! I am an Indian - an Indian Woman.

Even Goddesses are bound!

I have been reading "Histroy of Early India - From Origin to AD 1300" by Romila Thapar...

In the chapter "The Peninsula: Emerging Regional Kingdom" I came across a particular portion that really tickled my brain. This was about the Tamil devotionalism and alternate religious movemnets.

I quote from the chapter "Nammalvar, in one of his poems, imagines himself as a woman in relationship with the deity who is a male. But passionate love of a male poet for a godess was not encouraged. Although godddesses were widely worshiped, they were rarely the focus in these poems."
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Now this really made me feel sorry for the umpteen goddesses in Indian Mythology. I am actually sorry for the devotees too... Goddesses are bound by rules of monoandry/ Chastity and devotees only get a chance to worship her as mother (and no other relationship)... it is quiet unfair... whereas look at the Gods ... they still get to play the feild. And this is not just a case of religions from India... but world over.

Given that the primary proponents of religion have been men and the max adherents and gullible idiots have been women... its quiet sad that Goddesses don't get a chance to be passionately loved or love passionately - even through poems or the poets! :)

A dash of PINK!

I added a dash of pink to my blog today... actually changed its look completely!

Was feeling bored, work was not entertaining, boss was absent (not that he matters). I realised that the colour Pink is just what I needed to pep up the day... so I wore pink colour and decided to add a dash of pink to Merry Times.

This apart the days are not what they used to be - but then nostalgia is of no use what so ever... so I'll stop right there!

Today we are debating the +es and -ses of Marriage... I am still debating it in my mind - and I have not come to a conclusion to yet!

Day 3 of school

And Dhruv is down with fever and throat infection... hmmm... two months of virus and bacteria free time and two days in mixed environment and my baby goes down with a fever. Really!

Dhruv goes to School

Yes... he is three and a half and he started school today!
It went quiet smoothly... we dropped him off at 8.20 and picked him after an hour... he looked as if he was on the brink of tears but then decided not to cry.., I am proud of him :)!

That apart... work is starting rather slowly ... so am starting to work on it!

Sleep & dreams!

I am feeling soooooooooo sleeeeeeeeeeeeeepy!

I am scared to look at my keyboard . I feel that if I were to look down then my eyes would close and I would nod off and fly away to dream land.

Dream land reminds me of the dream I had this morning.. :))... it so funny - mixed with elements of mystrey, sex, some serious discussion and great fun! Well dream over, I wake up and get ready for office. Well I walk into the office - and I run into the hero of my dream :)... I really admire my self-control:)) 

Well that is my dream! But Dhruv .. has informed me that he doesn't like dreams. Yesterday night when I kissed him goodnight and said "sweet dreams"... he replied "Amma, I don't like dream land. I don't want dreams" He was quiet adamant about it and got distressed when I kept smiling at him. Finally, he went to sleep only after I told him that I'll keep all dreams tied in dream land!

:)

Ah... but resolutions are not meant to be kept

I resolved, I'd write everyday on the blog... but then I guess I have not been resolute enough.

I was on a holiday... and then when I joined office - I realised that blog had been disabled - phew... and that is the reason why until today I have not been able to log on to you dear merry times!

Hmmm... life has been nice and relaxed... but I am back to the dismal feeling of nothingness again...

My life pre-marriage was very different - my 'then' friends if they were to see me now would be taken aback. I have changed so ... so...much. I have surprised myself with all the change in me. 

Now it is just this - I miss feeling.
I miss the feeling that my life amounted to something
I miss doing something naughty
I miss doing something spontaneous
I miss passion
I even miss the booze

But then I have
an adorable kid
a cute hubby
a lovely family
and a slightly boring but stable work

hmmmmmmmmmm...