PATRIARCHY RUNS IN THE INDIAN SOCIETY

PATRIARCHY RUNS IN THE BLOOD OF INDIAN SOCIETY

Indian society is ruled by patriarchal system. In this system men are the dominant figure and women are the subordinate figure. Women’s lives revolve around what the man determines and decides for the woman. Most women do not have their own voices and their life is in the circumference of men’s existence.

  There are three three levels of domination and injustice prevalent in Indian society: one is in poor sector; one is in the middle class families and also in the crème de la crème of the society.

In the poor sector women are beaten by their husbands. Due to their illiteracy women are not aware of their rights and bare these beatings quietly. The husbands are drunkards and also do not earn.. they force their wives to give their hard earned money to spend on drinks. These poor women are also sold by their husbands for a petty sum of money. They except their destiny and love their life the way men want them to…………

Now shifting to the middle class sector, the increased mobility of working women in the middle class has improved their social standing in a multitude of ways. In today’s world, working women of the middle class assume all the duties and responsibilities of a working middle class man, in addition to the tradition roles accorded to women in Indian society. A patriarchal society assumes the superiority and submits to the leadership of men. In such a society, though a level of independence is gained by middle class working women, they are still considered subordinate to their husband/father. Whatever advances in social position are achieved by women stand nullified by the entrenched patriarchal mentality. The reins of power in the household still remain with the male head of the family, despite the fact that the women shoulder as many, if not more, responsibilities.

   There should be a change in this system and women should be treated equal as men. Women should be looked as personality and not as a human for mere show. Women should not be judged on THEIR WEARING. 

  Its high time that society changes their outlook on women and treat them as individuals who demand equal respect in accordance to men  from the society.

ONE OF MY MOST MEMORABLE TRIPS

ONE OF MY MOST MEMORABLE TRIPS

In the hustle bustle of the city people wait for vacations to set off to place where they can unload their stress and fill them with peace. Holidays unwind our mind from the daily chaos and make our mind fresh inspiring us to work harder and improve our lifestyle. Holidays also give us an opportunity to explore the scintillating beauty of mother earth and broaden our horizons.

  Recently I had been to the COCONUT LAND OF India BEKAL, kerala. We departed in the afternoon train. As the train passed the countryside of Maharashtra  we marveled at the scenic beauty on both sides of window and the open green stretch which seemed to lay miles away. I was gaping with wonder at the huge coconut trees which swayed with the wind as its height kissed the sky. It was a mesmerizing scene as the sun set behind the hills and the only music was the bird’s song.

While heading to our hotel in kerala the sight of lush green fields and the winding road took me to a blissful world. After having a scrumptious meal we rested on the grass which faced the back waters of the hotel. The water was calm and was winding through a stretch of green forest. I was elated as my room was facing the back waters. i took a bath at the plunge pool then headed for the odissi , a south Indian cultural dance organised by the hotel. My family and I thoroughly enjoyed the performance.

Next day i was woke by a hint of light. The dawn had just broken. I sat on the swing staring at the beautiful sky as the sun rose fully in the sky. The view was picturesque. The mountains bathed in the glory of rising sun. I was enchanted to feel the morning sun on my feet. Soon we all headed for a stroll to the beach. The adhesive white water lashed over rocks and pebbles. I immersed my feet in the water and took a deep breath as the soft breeze carried the fragrance far and wide. We built sandcastles and then stamped, jumped, watched it broke and laughed remembering the old childhood days.

In the evening we visited the BEKAL FORT. It was built on the shore of the sea. We had the traditional sweet COCONUT WATER- popularly known as the south Indian refreshment.

We had a ball of time at the trip.

The next day we set out for Bombay. Deep inside with the feeling of returning here once again I wished how wonderful it would be if I could stay here in the serene, calm, quite and peaceful life of countryside, lavishly among the nature and not amidst the dirt, traffic and pollution.

I realized that nature removes boredom and elevates our spirits and enlightens our soul and refreshes it.

the struggle of education is bitter, the outcome is sweet !

" I quit" was written in a suicide note. Lucy a brilliant student from a premier engineering college had just ended his life. The pressure of living-up to his family's expectations got him. 
    
  Today's education system with its emphasis on marks rather than actual learning..... the cut throat competition to secure admission in so called good schools and colleges is where the bitterness brews. but there is an addition to the bitterness pill. 
       
    lets take the example of john who washes utensils at peoples homes to collect sufficient money to afford a good school. there are thousands of Johns who are toiling like adults and are unable to access quality education on social, economic and geographical grounds. the common thread in all the cases is STRUGGLE- the struggle to perform beyond ability and the struggle to aspire beyond affordability. this is the bitter part of education. with no immediate benefit in sight the school students prefer television to trigonometry and entertainment to English grammar.  it is BITTER INDEED !!
  
As education is an ongoing process there comes a time when students start en-cashing the time... reaping and picking up the fruits. And these fruits are sweeter than expected for the struggle that went into acquiring the education. For example : a MBA  student starts off and progresses better in his career than others; that is the time time when one realizes that all the years of hard-work and toil has transformed into unbelievable offers from the top notch companies. That is not the end of it. The better part of it is reflected in the social good too. Education imparts this quality also.

 We must brace ourselves for the elements that will discourage us and rather concentrate on the sweet end. Educationists and Governments across the globe are trying various methods to make the bitter part sweeter by reaching out to large number of disadvantaged people and making the learning process fun and interesting. 

As someone rightly said "if you want to enjoy the view, you have to climb the mountain first!"

THE LONGING ARGUMENT- ARE VIDEO GAMES AN ART?

VIDEO GAMES - AN ART?
No one has ever able to cite a game worthy of comparison with the great poets. film makers, novelists, composers, and painters. the concept of video games as an art form, is a controversial topic in the entertainment industry . 
the problem is the fact that videos games represent a very new medium and conform you traditional notions of the game as a toy children and are dismissed as non-artistic. that a game can aspire to artistic importance as a visual experience is accepted but games are a loss of those precious hours we have available to make ourselves more creative, cultured, civilized, and concerned. 
one obvious  difference between art and games is that you can win a game . it has rules, points, objectives, and an outcome; a story, a novel. a play, dance, a film are things which  you cannot win you can only experience.
hence games can never be art. their rules and goal-based interactivity dont explore the meaning of being human; for example the idea of versions of SHAKSPEARE plays that would allow for an optional happy ending would weaken the artistic expression of the original.......
the future fire rages are on and may change the very definition of art. 
SO WHICH SIDE ARE YOU ON?

the doll still laughs

THE DOLL STILL LAUGHS

To talk about the moon; it had the face of a wet weekend. Its rays were hitting down on earth; badly bruised full of disappointment. Though few reached safely, sensing and sniffing elation. Distress was writ large over its face, seemingly helpless. It was vehemently ragging about what looked like a challenge to the sun. The streets lay all clear accompanied by the frog eating into human vision. In the time when aspiration grew about the memories that were recounted. There was a dark side too; the nightmare and the demons arose too;

THE NIGHT OF THE DEAD!!

Amidst the squealing, screeching, shrieking bats, the dead call you to join their dinner party. The spread is lavish-bones, skulls, and blood soup. You are the delicacy. They fish you out for a grand dinner night. Strange voices honked the presence of what was lingering in the vile climate outside, the air particles dragging the noises into John’s ears. The fresco painting modified the looks of the pale walls, and hung titled. Zooming through the window pane the black clouds hid the moon; perhaps its anger would disturb the earth. An abandoned church, the graveyard and tombstones added to the morbid ambience. It was midnight when the handprints coated with blood slithered down the window pane. The windows battered, doors screeched. There was an evidence John had to believe!!

The lights flickered in sync with the laughing of the doll. It grew in decibel to be the highest note of symphony orchestra. The lights went off. she appeared and then she was gone. She reappeared and vanished in thin air. John froze. Goosebumps justified his fear. He slowly opened the door….

  A rocking chair was moving vigorously and there sat the doll, laughing. She stood up, crackled, and came closer….. John’s corpse was lying on the wooden flooring. Every night the chair rocks and the doll continue to laugh.