Fuck patriarchy

 Patriarchy is yet another social devil which I hate as much as a rapist.

For those who think it doesn't exist and there is nothing wrong in it please take a note on its definition.

Patriarchy is a  system of society or government in which the father or eldest male is head of the family and descent is reckoned through the male line.

How this is practiced in our society?

*Property of family basic unit of society is divided in equally among male and female descendants.

*After marriage women are supposed to stay at male partners house and take of their children and family.

*New born babies are named with their father's name as second name.

Fuck all these stupid systems.This is nothing but inequality and sovereignty of males.Dear young girls please consider to be independent and educated and never allow someone else to take your life decisions and depend on anything else.

Recent happiness

Just sharing my recent happiness....Somewhere I have learned service to man is service to God.And wise people do not expect reward for their service
            But when I was 16 I was not that wise enough to make all these practical..I was preaching without practicing.It doesn't mean that I was reluctant to do service or I expected huge rewards..but I expected a smile atleast for my services.
   Okay.Now I will speak about the incident.During my December vaccations.I was in my Nss camp with my 50 member crew..on the previous day of our 7 day camp pack up we were conducting a social art night at camp.I was among the kitchen crew and had to work really hard from early morning.Making chappathis in the mud hearth was the most hectic task.our party was at night and we had to fill our guest's stomach as well as our camp mate's.we kitchen crew were frustrated after our full day work and moreover sad that we couldn't join the stage programmes.
                    When my mind was shouting inside ..I was quietly trying to listen to the music on the stage from kitchen.only me and one of my friend was left there.within some time our first guest arrived to kitchen.They were my class mates,but both of them were boys(singers)and I was obliged to serve them the chappathis which hide all my manure in its black patches.That was my first experience of serving food to guest especially self made food.But I was really really disheartened when both of them didn't even made a glance at me.There was silence ..I wanted to flood.but didn't ..my mind kept rumbling inside..and I kept reminding it " expectations hurt".
           Anyways camp was over..with bag of memories all of us left 2 years passed with lorry of memories and a few days before...one of status gave me immense glory.my status was"share your favourite memory with me".That boy to whom I served food on that day with burning mind replied to me"I remember u serving me food on that day".my joy knew no bounds.😊😊

The cherry

I got fascinated
I felt mesmerised
It was pink,round and beautiful
It seemed precious
                          At once gooseberry in hands lost its glamour
                            It appeared green and common
                              It tasted sour and bitter
                               It seemed oridanry
I ran wild for cherry
Gave life for it
finally tasted..it
Alas..my mistake,my mistake
                                   It tasted nothing like its appearance
                                     It was tangy,it was tangy
                                    May know,cherry is just a slave
                                    Slave of sugar syrup
I returned with regret
gooseberry seemed brighter
you know what?It was too late
That I realise gooseberries are sweet

Pouring out my feelings

After a long journey I am back to my space.My venture continous but I just stopped to unburden myself for a while.I travelled through gardens of cherry trees..gooseberry bushes....opuntia bushes..still continues....
                      Within 2 years I could learn more than that I ought.Alas my age trapped me near the cherry trees..I wish if many things could be changed.But ..lessons !so whatever happens must pursue..life goes on ..number of lessons keep increasing .

will continue

The more I get exposed to reality

 more I taste bitter

but mine is a girl's heart

It has got the occult power to tolerate

  

The more I open my eyes

more is it closed

but mine is a strong heart

it has got the occult power to resist

The more I react

more I get dismayed

but mine is a shameless heart

it has got the occult power to continue

Women empowerment for whom?

something really very bad greeted me today. Glimpse of the very first news in the mathrubumi newspaper made me ashamed.How can the women of kerala fall so much?The terrible news reported that women of kerala would agree with men slapping them for reasons like "leaving home without permission,making fights..etc."WOMEN EMPOWERMENT,programmes and campaigns are meant for women to come up,but  a global change cant occur unless women themselves uplift them.Why ever should women seek mans permission?After all a society where men and women are equal,there should not arise a question of slapping anyone.There is a long way to equality.May education empower women.

Gems of Garbage

They see and not see
They praise but chase
they admire but spit
on the souls who clean the shit