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Why is the Sea silent?

If only you could peep in, you would find the remnants of a war in the Ocean.

And because the Waves lost in the war, the Sea is now still.

No one knew that what passed then was a war,

Nobody realized that the following silence, was because brave hearts died.

You want to know why is the sea silent?

Well, there was a war, and the sea won.

The waves lost, and they left.

The sea has been silent, since the day it won.



“Knock Knock”

Man: Anyone inside?

Master: Yes, me

Man: And?

Master: The slave

Man: The?

Master: Yes, now they seek rights, so we have come to a pact that we’ll address them as the and put the thing to rest . . . you know since we are a democracy and all that. Come in now

Man: Ah, yes certainly

Man: So you must be The Slave

The Slave: ……

Man: So how does it feel to be in this democratic country, with your own set of rights?

The Slave: Sir, I am closing my eyes as I am not supposed to talk to your face. It would be convenient if you could turn around.

Man: Well, certainly

Man: So tell me, how does it feel to have your own rights and to live in this democratic country?

The Slave: Very well sir, we are forever indebted to people like you for your kindness.

PS: Random writings.

The Lame Day Observance- 1

The world has come to a standstill staring at Deepika’s cleavage. A daily put out “their version of their truth and ethics” and reminded all of us that Indian journalism has landed yet another unexplored new low. We hope this is going to be the last one, but we know that its not true. And the discussion, will now never end.

Meanwhile, all the other actresses are banging their heads – “Why didn’t I ever say that out loud?”

In yet another “shocking incident” another national channel’s online team says that they have for the reader a “horrific” video which shows a boy being eaten alive by a White Tiger at the Delhi Zoo. And of course! The video was filmed a bystander and is now streaming online for you to watch. Will questions on what led the tiger pounce upon the man like this arise? Even worse the story already started running on air with the slug – Killer Tiger.

But considering the fact that a tiger cannot be tortured like humans ( And since everyone is scared of animal rights activists), chances are that the media will move on to further interesting stories.

The social media on the other hand was promoting WEIRD stories this day. The first weird headline of the day – Jayalalitha’s rumored resignation. I mean, we all know that it is never going to happen, and that it’s nothing but a lame rumor- but we still have to pass around the information because the more you share such stories, someone will dig more wells for the thirsty people in Africa.

The other one may be more interesting for some – A headline which suggested that Salman Khan’s 6 pack abs are fake. Though many are unsure as to exactly who that piece of information will affect, the story is anyhow a hit because it has Salman Khan and abs in the headline.

It’s a madness ridden game, this election. The anarchy that ensues uncertainty, the dictatorship that reveals itself in the face of power that is deteriorating and slipping away. . .India election 2014, will be a good one to watch out for. The country’s giant party, is at a meager stand still. Not even during the rule of Mrs. Gandhi, or the fascistic emergency imposition that she did, did the Congress party feel this urgent and important a need to gain back the power. The vultures are all around, and this time if they lose it, the Indian political mindset, as they knew it, would change. Drastically, beyond their own control.


Once an organization that  propagated the “supremacy” of the hindutva, today RSS’s baby child, BJP has grown into a bigger tree, whose branches fall heavily on its parent itself at times. Never would have the party even stood a chance to play this key a role in our polity, if it was not for the Rath Yathra (Yes, Advaniji is sobbing the background). And here we are, years later, weighing them in a scale, in which no political parties fit. Not even the newest entrant, the Aam Aadmi Party.


For a nation, in which corruption ran through as a daily affair of life, we became so enraged with it, thanks to a self-styled Gandhian and the omnipresent media who spent sleepless nights at the Ramlila Maidan. The supposed figures of 2G that the nation pathetically missed to fill in the exchequer with was the great loss of the millennium. Fact stands that despite the “mass agitation”  that the nation was made to witness this time, there is still no law, to curb or prevent corruption. Here we have a group of frustrated activists, and a galaxy of people around them trying to make the most of the confusion.


All the parties, seem to think that faces are important than the policies. An only exception is the crumbling giant, the Congress who cannot please anyone with the faces that they have in the party. But everyone is hell bent on rectifying that line/lines that other other parties have gone wrong in, never understanding that there are also issues unaddressed, and even ignored realities in this society that even more than six decades of independence failed to uncover and liberate. Its a mad, mad poll season that is coming up!

#Kerala: UDF leaders and their musical chair game

The Congress led United Democratic Front government which rules Kerala has been entwined in a rather amusing political drama in the past few days. The party that openly criticized the infighting within the Left Democratic Front when they were in power is going through a similar conflict this time. The Kerala Pradesh Congress Party, which is split into two predominant factions, is having a power struggle. UDF is still ruling the state in a slender majority that they got in the 2011 elections. Amidst the various tussles they had to face for forming a government Ramesh Chennithala, the present Kerala Pradesh Congress Committee, lost out his ministerial ticket.

A very meek Chennithala retired to being the KPCC President, hopeful of pouncing on to an opportunity as soon as it comes by. The Nair Service Society, a caste based group, which endorses Chennithala continuously brought up the issue of his ministerial chances during the UDF’s two-year rule. The party somehow did manage to go unharmed through the Left’s allegation that the state is falling into the hands of caste groups.  The issue did not come up for a while.

Ramesh Chennithala, KPCC President
Ramesh Chennithala, KPCC President

However, Ramesh Chennithala’s magic ticket was on its way. On the eve of UDF’s, second anniversary in power the Chief Minister announced the news of a cabinet reshuffle. And yes, all hell broke loose!  The clamor for making Chennithala a minister with a “strong” portfolio emerged. What has been happening ever since for the past few days have been a series of contradicting statements by the Congress leaders that reflected the confusion within the party.  Now you should get the context right, the Congress in Kerala is mostly divided into two factions, Congress (A) and (I). While the strongmen of Congress (A) include Oommen Chandy and Home Minister Thriuvanchoor Radhakrishnan, the (I) group is prominently the legion of Ramesh Chennitha, VS Sivakumar and G Sudhakaran etc.

Oommen Chandy, Kerala Chief Minister
Oommen Chandy, Kerala Chief Minister

The Congress (A) is reluctant to dilute the powers of the Chief Minister and hand over powerful ministries like Home to Chenniathala. The (I) faction is on the other hand more than keen to bag a relevant portfolio and is reported to have been unhappy with the existing offers of revenue and forest so far. Things are worsening further as Chennithala made it clear on Wednesday that the party and the government will not function together from now on following which the demand for making him the Chief Minister has cropped up today.

The split is now open and out in the public. They even proposed the creation of a new post in the cabinet, that of a Deputy Chief Minister. Quite ironically, the power struggle reminds people of the crisis the state saw when the Left Democratic Front was in power. It is worth observing the play out of this crisis, the government has been continuously ignoring the issue of infant deaths in Attapadi and the power crisis the state has been facing. These issues are yet to be tackled, but the when some leaders of the state are busy holding on to their seats, others are grappling to get hold of one.

With matters getting worse, Kerala is now staring at its two major political parties looking inwards into their own issues leaving in the lurch the people staring at them caught in the midst of a transitioning economy and the severe droughts that has been plaguing the state for some time now.

Deepavali, as my folks call it. . .

So, I only have a faint idea why “deepavali” as my folks call it, is celebrated. . .The Ramayana folklore. I know, everybody knows the story. But when asked why we celebrate this festival. . .one of my colleagues said it is for us to get away from our busy schedule and be with our loved ones.

What he said made sense. The most irritating sounds of vehicles on the road honking endlessly for everyone else to disappear, I guess was relatively less today. Everybody has deserted Chennai to be with their loved ones. It is true, at least Chennai is made up of people who do not belong here. . .Everyone is a migrant here. And I am a capitalist migrant. I guess. Hypocrite!

As the crackers that is being burst on the roads fill my room with some nauseating air, I sit here in front of my laptop celebrating the most sickening”deepawali” I have ever had. .  .Last one wasn’t great either, but I did manage to dress up and go out to eat chicken steak from some place. Now to all those acting non-capitalist who will frown at my westernized way of going about. . .Don’t swear at me! I am the daughter of a communist, if it helps. And if it doesn’t,well, I am not proud about it is all I can say.

So. . .A festival without your kith and kin. . .especially when you  have a dad who is the most excited person while bursting crackers, will only end up with you wondering why the hell did you ever have to grow up. This is the most amateurish piece in my blog so far I guess. Well, I can’t help it. No, I am not homesick and I am not giving a childish rant. I am just missing the ten year old me. The “me” that I thought would not ever miss an opportunity to burst crackers. But, I guess for that girl to come alive I need the first man I ever loved, my father and my lost innocence with me.

Happy deepawali! May yours be better always.

Honor, in thy name!

In the wee hours of this morning, Omkar Singh was carrying a sword soiled with blood in one hand and his 20 year old daughter’s severed head on the other, in the Charjuba area of Rajsmand district in Rajasthan. The horrified villagers took him to the police station along with the sword, and the head.

Singh, who has been arrested by the police said that his 20 year old daughter Manju has been having affairs with several men and he beheaded her after she ignored his order to “mend” her ways.

Manju’s body was found in the house.


In Bangalore, a mother returns home, only to find her long standing fear come true. Her three and half year old daughter, the second of her three children that she had with the man they call their father, being raped by him. Sometimes having a diplomatic immunity can save you from the consequences of being an ass. After heated discussions and public uproar, the Indian Government ordered today to arrest the father, a french diplomat.

What will happen of this fair skinned, racially superior, blue blooded. . .well I wouldn’t prefer to continue . . .but a government who couldn’t prevent the extradition of greater culprits, will they be able to punish him? I know, in question is foreign relations and bi-lateral ties.Bull shit!


And in the turn of all these events, in one of the heated discussions that we had in our office while one of my “female” colleagues mentioned about men getting raped, my another colleague, a very much “male” counterpart jumps at the thought saying “How can it be possible?”. The intrigued person googles and finds the case of two and a half year old Golu, who was sodomized and murdered. Suddenly my colleague laughs out, and then he says, “His name is Golu!” and then giggles throughout.

I don’t know what dawned on to me first, the insensitivity of being a journalist or the insensitivity of being a human. For about ten seconds I thought he is just trying to be funny. But at some point, I got the clue.

Some part of his male ego doesn’t allow him to realize that, even though in rather rare incidents when compared to females, men can get raped. My friend, would honor himself and value himself, for he is a man. He would claim himself to be the protector of women, and of course the supremo uno in anything when it comes to being in any comparison with a woman. When I felt the word chauvinist doesn’t capture the essence of what I felt then, I stopped arguing.

Earlier in the day, we came across one of our bosses arguing with “the girl got raped because she was a slut” philosophy. And somehow in my mind the image of one of my friends flashed through, she stood there in front of me screaming “No matter if I walk around naked, nobody has the right to touch me without my fucking permission”.

In the first case, why was there only one severed head in Omkar Singh’s village? What happened to the fathers of those alleged several lovers that Manju had? Why couldn’t they also roam around with their sons head in one hand and swords soiled with their blood on the other? What is so special about a woman that the families honor lies in the female? Even when the sons are free to do their will? Should I laugh? Or do I even have the liberty to cry?

And apart from all that bilateral shit, when I think of a father all I see is the man who still plays with me, stands by my wishes, brought me up to stand on my own, fighting against all the conventional notions the world had to suppress me.  But the thought that tomorrow, when I have my baby, be it boy or girl, I will at least think twice before I leave the apple of my eye with the man they call their father is disturbing. Not that my father hasn’t been a powerful enough figure for me, but the world, with all its drudgery leaves you scars, nightmares.

And finally, why am I concerned? Well, everyday when I come back from work, I keep a track on shadows. No, not mine. But the shadows behind me. And when I feel like one among them is moving too close to merge into mine, then I freak out. Because my dears. . . 

Even if we be post modern  women of all times, even if we drink( which you are allowed to do), even if we smoke (which you love doing like hell!), even if we kiss you (when both of us feel like!), or have sex with you ( with your consent, of course!) the thought of a random person coming and forcing himself upon us, hurting us and sometimes killing us is as gruesome and shattering a thought as you have when that creepy looking bastard in the street comes and pushes you into some dark corner in the street and sodomize you!

I am not speaking about all of you, but the ones among you who laughs when you hear rape stories, give the creepy looking guy and the things he can do to you a thought just when you feel like bursting into a laughter. I know, you guys are awesome and stronger than us, but you certainly aren’t invincible.