Wander Bay

അച്ഛമ്മേ ... എന്തിനാ എന്നെ വിട്ടു പോയത്? എന്നെ ഇഷ്ടമല്ലായിരുന്നു അല്ലെ? എനിക്ക് അച്ച്ചമ്മയോടുള്ള  ഇഷടം കുറഞ്ഞു പോയി എന്ന് തോന്നിത്തുടങ്ങിയിരുന്നു അല്ലെ? അവസാനങ്ങൾ അടുത്തപ്പോൾ ഞാൻ ഇല്ലായിരുന്നു അല്ലെ? ഞാൻ പറഞ്ഞതല്ലേ ഞാൻ ഉടനെ വരുമെന്ന്? വന്നു കാണുമെന്ന്? പകുതി ബോധവുമായി കിടക്കുമ്പോൾ അച്ഛമ്മക്ക്‌ ഞാൻ നെറ്റിമേൽ തന്ന ഒരു പിടി ഉമ്മകൾ സാക്ഷി; എനിക്ക് തരാൻ സ്നേഹം മാത്രം ബാക്കി...... അച്ഛമ്മ ഉള്ളത് കൊണ്ട് മാത്രം ഞാൻ സ്നേഹിക്കപ്പെട്ടവളായി.  എനിക്ക് കൊതി തോന്നുന്നതെല്ലാം ഞാൻ കഴിച്ചു... ഞാൻ കരയുമ്പോൾ, എന്റെ കരച്ചിൽ കണ്ട് വിഷമം തോന്നി കരയുന്ന ഒരാളേ ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നുള്ളൂ, അച്ഛമ്മ. എന്റെ  കണ്ണീർ തുടച്ചു തന്ന് മുഖം കഴുകി തരുമ്പോൾ,  എത്ര മ്രുദുവായവ എന്ന് ഞാൻ ആശ്ച്ചര്യപ്പെടാറുള്ള അച്ഛമ്മയുടെ കൈവെള്ള ഒരിക്കൽ കൂടി കൈയിലെടുത്തു മുഖം അമർത്തി കരയണം എനിക്ക്. കരഞ്ഞു തീർക്കണം എനിക്ക്. എന്റെ കൈ പിടിച്ചു ഡാൻസ് ക്ലാസ്സിലേക്ക് എന്നെ കൊണ്ടുപോയിരുന്ന അച്ഛമ്മ. എന്റെ പല്ല് പറിചപ്പോൾ വേദന കൊണ്ട് പുളഞ്ഞ എനിക്ക് ഐസ് ക്രീം വാങ്ങി തന്ന എന്റെ അച്ഛമ്മ. ഞാൻ സ്കൂൾ വിട്ടു വരുന്നതും കാത്ത് എന്തെങ്കിലും പലഹാ...

Life wasn't nice to me lately. There were problems at work, diseases hounding in on me, people had begun to become shady and annoying, the world was not making sense at all and I was pushed into all of it, at once. There were occasions when all I wanted to do was run away from the maddening crowd and vexing world into a safe zone, home, a hearth and absorb and endorse silence.  My never- ending chest congestion was taking a toll on my appetite, I began eating erroneously, not eating at all sometimes, stopped going to swim or jog which I used to swear by before, I stopped music in my life, stopped traveling, quit reading and tore a few precious books in utter rage at myself. I began distancing from my own folks who I value the most, although they never let me go. The brain truly was crazy working up there. Nothing was helping me and I desperately wanted to end that phase. That phase truly sucked. There were no interventions or escapades. I just had to deal with it. But one day...

Haven't you heard of Pussy Riot? They're these really awesome bunch of women who are very vocal about things they stand for and first to protest any development politically that they dislike. Based out of Moscow, Russia, no prizes in guessing why this group caught my attention. Russia has an extensive and fascinating history, but as a generation galloping towards change in ideals, these girls use music and dance in well crafted lyrics to put forth their point. Currently they aren't happy with Mr.Putin's regime. So they go singing a punk prayer song at this really old Christian church (very orthodox), that spoke, mocking Putin and his regime, claiming mother Mary and the Virgin being anti Putin. The funniest bit about this church being the fact that the patriarchal priests were chanting a prayer of a blessed womb and a blessed wife, and yet refuse women to be sermonizing at the altar. They claim that these girls would've been burnt if it were the 16th century (no...

This might be a bit interesting. A close friend of mine who is 25, (same as me; pinky pals), is in deep sh*t. Her family has started to hunt for a 'perfect' groom for her and they're running around the matrimony sites with vengeance and a space to fill. She is sad and almost blackmailed into looking the perfect-matches up herself. She toils every evening on the websites herself and if finds a guy remotely a 'good-match', immediately informs her dad. Her dad re-checks it, and contacts them if he finds it okay. She never enjoyed it in the beginning, until she started to find funny things on the sites. She is a hardcore feminist and an atheist, just that she happens to belong to a very traditional mallu Christian family, who have steadfast rules and have reputations to keep ( don't get me wrong, all others have reputations, but these guys value social status a wee bit more, is what she tells me ). Anyway, I once accidentally barged over her desktops while ...

Usually in the race of life and for it, we step over and keep aside our personal lives for more money and acceptance in society. We overlook and take a few people for granted. Mostly those we take granted for are our immediate family- the ones who don't judge us for what we are, the ones who accept us the way we are, the ones who are never sick and tired of our antics and the ones who cannot stay away from us for a long time! Mom, dear Mom, you have been my best 3 am friend till date and I owe you big for that. I can never thank you enough for the life and confidence you gave me. I wish and pray that I be born around you every birth I take! Your values that taught me to empathetic and sympathize with fellow beings have only done me good. I am sure to be keeping in mind your goodness and prosperity wherever I am! How much I owe you! From here From Here