Survived Challenges !!

Friends,

A 5 months wait is not fragile. So, here is a biiiiig haaaii......

With hearts throbbed, Kerala survived its second flood. The havoc, year after year celebrates its competitive spirit of being more havoc. After all of those regrets of false lifestyle, curses of fate and striving towards normalcy, it left leaving cautiousness in each and every mind of people all over Kerala. The laziness of rain towards a pause is a yellow card till date.

And during the time, I saw three groups of people in the politicized Kerala:
 One, people with a hand of financial help for the affected. Money flipped to authorized accounts with a stern belief on them, have had reached the expected, whomsoever the expected were !! The receipts must have had an obligation, I guess, I wish !!!!! 


 Two, including the capables as well as the incapables, whom I think are mostly ready to work really hard and are genuine towards whatever work they do. I salute you for the efforts. They lacked that belief on the availability of financial aid and chose a better intellectual way of their own, okay many ways and went on, from the beginning to the end.

 Three, this is so interesting. They were in their respective comfort zones, watching everything. Sometimes felt sorry for the condition, in between. Belief never matters for them at all during a silly flood. Sitting completely doing nothing, they were busy sharing tips on what not to do for the relief aids on their social media groups. I hope they eat and sleep well, today too !!!

Anyway, three of these taught us one or the other which can be remembered. In this place, where political reasons hide behind even an ant bite, survival shall never be that easy.
(Comments on this line planning to approach me will be uninvited guests. Thank you).

Witnessing something other during such peak times was more of pain, I could say. Being bored in a public place, I saw a group of five girls, in their teens enjoying their post school time chatting and pulling each other's nose, happily, without any water around them. We shared the same feeling of hunger by then, when they decided to chew something where I stood idle of dreaming the food awaiting me back home. The colorful packets on their hands made that attention seeking noise of everyone around. Within a minute, emptying the packets and clapping the leftovers down, the girls bid bye each other and walked away, happily. Now, the charming five plastics, on the road, in a round table conference position, accompanied me. 

I was worried to pity on what ! Their non eco-friendly act?? Their culture?? Their education?? or Their gender??

I mean, everything can be criticized during a crisis.

I proudly thought of my alma mater then, which carried out the swachh bharat abhiyan (even long before swachh bharat came into existence) every week, sometimes each single day, without a fail, ever !! 

The women before us, who fought for the right to education and all other things, seeing this, might be regretting on the other side of life. Inside the home, with a non-outer world connection was far better than contributing to the destruction, they might had murmured each other.

Dear flood, may you never come our way another time to bring back these plastics to our homes. We are already fed up. But never underestimate us as tired.  Fight is until to the tomb !!! 

#keralafloods2019

#survivalstories

-until next time-

When travel really astonishes you !

Friends,
 As it is the peak time of the end of the semester, I really have busy days. A couple of pending assignments which had been kept to tomorrows to do (though tomorrow hadn't happened still), some power point presentations (which I hate the most), other unavoidable works and more than any of these, end semester examinations in less than a week. So plans for updating the blog was only in succeeding list of priorities.

But resistance almost ate me. I have to write this.

A day back, I had to travel in a four wheeler with three men who are completely harmless and decent. Two middle aged and one in his late twenties. This is the story of my frustration, anxiety, uneaseness and whatever you call it being not in a good state. 

I will disclose three things that had happened inside it with a time frame of almost two hours.

Number one :
The completely extremist people picked me up from a place where one of my friend dropped me in a two wheeler. To my bad luck, the friend was genetically a 'male' by birth. So I was given a wonderful look for holding his shoulder while I was getting down from his two wheeler. Literally they took a sword from air by chanting some mantra and cut out my hand in a single give. It was 3 in the noon and the sun was burning people in light. And you know, I was advised to better walk in this scorching sun than coming in a two wheeler with a male friend, that too touching him because it was too much better to inhale sun rays. After all, Vitamin D is important.
I curse, let your submissive misogyny suck you someday !!

Number two:
Getting out to the main road, after filling fuel, I was assigned to look if any vehicle from the other side is approaching or not and suddenly the man in the twenties started to laugh. After the self entertaining teeth show, he explained the reason behind it still trying hard to hold his breath. He was very much astonished about  a social media joke that resurrected on Women' day. It goes like this.
 Somebody on Women's day was remembering someone that it is Women's day today and the other one immediately asks, "Women???" (like who on earth are those?). And the first person explains, "Ya, the ones who uses indicator lights only after turning to the respective sides". And then suddenly the other man recognizes who a woman is. Wow, like there are no other ways to explain about a woman but only traffic mistakes.
The man in the car do not even possess the basic common sense to self estimate how lame his joke was. Even though the brain wasn't, his tooth were super bright.
May God shall always bless him !!!

Number three:
We then passed by a worship place of a particular religion where some sound was coming out which was also completely religious. It was a religion which mismatched my travel-mate's religion and they got bloodshed disturbed by the sound. You may not believe, but the same man in the twenties started mocking the sound that came and commented:
" They thinks that they are some K. J. Yesudas.".
Thank God K. J. Yesudas hadn't heard him or might stop his singing career for using his talent as a comparing example in such a worst way. I was really speechless watching him. How could someone be this stupid. Your generation is ashamed for having you but your religion is such a lucky one dude.
I was simply thinking of the day you realize your own stupor for being a waste agape !!

There are number four, number five and so on too. But I will loose myself if I continue.

Friends, I am heedless how you might have felt reading this but what I had pointed earlier was true. It was such frustrating and discomforting. People like these shall never find a way of the beautiful world in which they live but are unaware of.

And of course, if somebody has any plans of awarding me for the level of patience I had attributed, you are utmost welcome !!!

-no much love this time-