A Blog on Mythology and occasionally on Reality.


This is a Blog on Mythology, both Indian and World and especially the analysis of the myths.

In effect, the interpretation of the inherent Symbolism.


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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Love

It’s that time of the year, when love is in the air, as goes the cliché. Today all will be talking of love, love and more love. For the last five years or so, I have been telling love stories in my Blog and thought I would do the same this year, but then I wanted to avoid clichés this year, so decided against it. No love stories this year, but let’s talk of love, since love is in the…. We will skip that, I guess.


So what is love?

With decades behind me, I make my little effort to understand this unavoidable four letter emotion.

Is it the way he looks at her? Or is it in a lovers touch? Or is it her presence? Or is it just her being around? Or is it in his sweet words? Or is it the small things he does for his lover?

Is it easy to find love or does it take a life time to find it?

Where art thou, my love?
Looked for thee everywhere,
But could find thee not
Where art thou, my love?

Looked for thee in the East
Where the sun rose,
Looked for thee in the West
Where the sun set,
But could find thee not.
Where art thou, my love?

Looked for thee in a moonlit night
Looked for thee in the Madhuvana
Looked for thee under the kadamba tree
 But could find thee not
Where art thou, my love?

Looked for thee at the seashore
Looked for thee in the waves of the sea,
Sought you in the aroma of the breeze
Sought you in the silence of the night.
But could find thee not
Where art thou, my love?

Oh questions and questions galore! How does one explain love, the single most driving force for mankind and as the cynic would say, for the gift industry! But no commerce today, please! I am no Archies and I am no manufacturer of silk hearts of varying sizes to be stuck on gifts and to be discarded tomorrow morning.

I am the heart that beats for her and the heart which aches for her.
I am the heart which throbs with passion and which displays emotion.
I am the heart which often goes fickle and silly, all for her
I am the heart which loses its rationality when she looks at me
I am the heart which melts at her smile and hardens at her indifference
I am the heart which pines in her absence and throws tantrums when she is back
I am the heart which displays ego but submits at the drop of her eyelid

So do these emotions matter today? Are these worth anything in the world of ostentatious displays of love in social media? Do these matter in a I-love-you-I-aint-sure-you-are-the-one times of love? Or is it that love is for keeps for some while the same is old fashioned for some?

I have been on earth for quite some time now (and I hope god is not reading this!), but when it comes to define love, I guess I have miles to go…..but can safely say, felt it! It’s a joy, it’s a pain, its laughs and its tears. If it ain’t all this, then I guess it’s not love….at least not for me.

I guess only a lover can understand what love is when he says…

Kiss the cup, my love
Let this be my elixir
For lovers need no nectar of heavens;
The touch of your rosy lips
          is all I seek
After this, even if the cup
          hath an adders juice
I would gulp it down with glee
And embrace the messenger of Yama.

Here's wishing you ....


(The italicized pieces are from my forthcoming novel)

Love stories from the previous Valentine Days –



Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Satyavati


Launching my second book, "Satyavati" the much forgotten and often sidelined woman from the epic Mahabharata who was responsible for changing the course of destiny of many a character in the epic!



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Thursday, November 17, 2016

Why shouldn’t I complain?

As a child, when I fell down and hurt myself or was upset about something and complained or cried, I was stoically told to learn to bear it, sahan karna sikho, and stop whining and complaining. Earlier, I was expected to keep quiet as the ability to bear pain and not whine was good for me in the long run, at least that’s what my mother would say! Since that day, I have been keeping quiet whenever something went wrong or not up to my expectations.

Today, when I have to stand in long queues for hours to get my own money, all my friends tell me to stop complaining and bear it with a grin. After all it is for the good of the country.

I don’t dispute it, but stop telling me not to complain.

I complain, because once again, I have been made to stand in long queues for no fault of mine. No, I am not the one who stood in long queues for hours to buy an iPhone (I can’t afford it). No, I was not the one who stood for the auditions of Roadies, (I don’t care for such things). No I didn’t stand in the queues of Big Bazaar discount rush, (never did). I am the one who stood in long queues for my child’s admission to college. I was the one who stood in long queues for my Passport. Then when the Govt decided that it wanted to create a single document for all, I stood in the queue for my Aadhar Card, and today am saddled with yet another acceptable document. And then when I wanted change, I was the one who stood in long queues to vote during the elections. So stop sending me those silly pics on WhatsApp which are churned by an invisible industry, which has got nothing else to do, but create inane memes and trolls.

I complain, because I am bearing the brunt due to a certain segment of people who have still not been affected by this, because when I stood in the queue for hours, I did not see any of the politicians and their children or his son-in-law or the daughter-in-law. Neither did I see the small businessman, who hoards cash and creates black money, nor the affluent, who sponsor big elections. All around me I saw, men and women who have left their daily work, labourers who have foregone their daily wage, maids and cooks, who will have to go back to their complaining mistresses, and a sea of helpless faces, all of who were trying to ensure that they get their own money to see through the crisis and of course contribute to the larger good of the nation!

I complain, because that’s probably the only thing I can do, after all I am the growing middle-class. I am always the one who is expected to bring change, socially or politically. I am the one, who gets pushed and minced, no matter who rules in Delhi. I bear the brunt of pollution, as I take to the streets to board the public transport. I suffer, as I have to run to numerous bodies like municipal and such, to get a death certificate and other such necessary papers. I suffer because I am the one who has high ideals and lacks both money and the will to pay a bribe. Occasionally to ward away a major nuisance, if I do pay a small sum here and there (read ‘bribe’) to ensure that I got my own document or I managed to save my poor wife from being oogled at for a minor misdemenour by the cop on the street, I am made to feel guilty for being ‘part of a corrupt system’. I am supposed to go through the ordeal which would make me feel menial and miserable, and try to change the system, after all, I should cater to create that utopia that all of us have been hoping for, ever since my country saw the dawn of independence and recently too.

Finally my friends, if I am complaining, then that does not make me anti-PM and pro-Rahul or pro-Mamata. If I am complaining, then that doesn’t make me anti-national and nor does it mean that I prefer a corrupt nation. If I am complaining, it doesn’t mean, I don’t want change – if that was so, then I wouldn’t have contributed to usher in the new regime. If I am questioning the present move, then it doesn’t mean, I have no sense of economics and how the money-market moves. If I am complaining, then it doesn’t mean I have no faith in the present system and its ability to deliver.

I complain, because it pains. I have borne enough and I have carried the weight of righteousness and principles for a bit too long. I complain, because the growing multitude of my country can do little else.

So, guys who can bear so much trouble, bear my whining too. Don’t tell me to shut up for ‘the larger good of the country’!
I care for my country, just as much as you do, if not more!