Saturday, February 7, 2009

Devasuram


People of the World, If you have the time do take a look at this article.


I don't have much to say about what happened a fortnight ago in the city of Mangalore, India. It has been splashed all across the newspapers. It's been on the news all over, it's been talked about day in and day out since it happened.


Then what happened? This.
Are you done reading?

What do you think?


I've been thinking. If I ever go down to this city or near it I could be easily targeted and beaten up by the honorable Sena. I totally fit into their menu you see.

The hunt will stop. It will take a few more incidents here and there. The media flaring up. The people flaring up. Election times getting close. The Government will be more vigilant. The cops will do their job. Etc etc etc.

All the thoughts that ran across my head when the news spread were simply spoken out loud by the others, on television, the radio, in print and so on.

I remembered stories about lower caste Indian women from the south who loved a drink and would step into the local toddy shops or similar and get smashed.

I remembered Kunti and her penance and meditation, how she 'pleased' the Sun God who 'presented' her with a son. (To be honest I am writing out of what I have read when I was a child and interpreted then. So if you think my facts are wrong which I know aren't then do not let me know. Thank you.)

I also remembered Amba, Ambika, Ambaalika. The sage Vyasa walks in to each of their rooms to sleep with them while their husband waited outside. That is how Pandu and his brothers were born.

There are plenty more.
Back to the story,

Nirmala whoever. She started off on the wrong foot and remains to be so.

"From some sources we heard that there was a live band also and some girls were also participating or whatever it is..." she said.

Dear Ms Nirmala,

I know. I know people like you. You like the sari. You like having your hair long. You like it when girls are shy. You like it when boys are boys. You think being feminist is not cool. You believe that the proper place for a girl is at home. preferably her's. You Don't understand why a girl young and pretty wants to wear a skirt, shave her legs and sit with a boy and chit chat with a mug of beer. You don't right? I mean seriously, aren't they such a bad influence on the rest of the good girls? So when you see a girl walking into a pub you think, " Must be from a loose family. Must be filthy."

This is just a wild guess. After all you look forward to your offsprings if girls to be married off in an honourable way. Don't you?

And thus you declare some random facts or whatever you find inside or outside the pub on the day of the incident and then declare the wounded as the culprits.

Someone once told me that being open minded doesn't only mean that your thoughts are liberal and easy. It also means you nod at the narrow mindedness of the guy opposite you. Live and let live.

Devasuram.

The daughter of the MLA, mentioned that when the two goondas were dragging her and the Muslim boy out of the bus, she begged and pleaded with the conductor of the vehicle and the passengers to help her. Nobody did. This hapenned on February 6th, 2009. 2009.2009.



Who are the Devans here? Who are the Asurans?

They have merged have they?








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