Learning about King Ravana

I was never very fond of depiction of Rama in Ramayana. Not being a very religious person, I always looked at these characters as mythical and subject to criticism.

The way Rama has acquired a poster boy image is amazing. In spite of his weakness, faults and imperfections, he binds the whole Hindu community together and is a God Icon, unlike Krishana, who with all his flaws is more humane n easy to identify with. An ideal son, devoted loving brother, a perfect king, all these attributes hide his weaknesses.
I feel that there is a scope for the debating the morality of the actions of our Gods…especially the ideal Lord Rama.

Rejection of Sita and her agni pareeksha by Rama always is my favorite topic of debate. A cruel treatment of an ideal wife is the way I see it.

Why did a woman have to prove her fidelity?

A logical mind would ask why a man, who considered devotion towards his wife as Dharma, did all this injustice to her.

Sita on the other hand comes out to be a strong woman .Not a slaved wife to be pitied but a woman with tremendous emotional strength. With this supreme act of defiance, of walking into the fire, she puts the Maryada Purushotamma Rama to shame.

Rama comes out to be emotionally unreliable, unjust, mistrustful and jealous husband.

The rejection of Sita because some dumb ass of a subject raised finger on her character, put a permanent stigma on Rama’s name. I for one would never want my husband to be “Ram like.”

I feel Ravana on the other hand, though he lusted for women and all that, had great respect for them. He never violated Sita during her captivity days.

Bali’s killing was definitely a crime for a warrior hero; it was a cowardly and selfish act. It was clever politics too .Rama wanted Sugriv’s help for rescuing Sita and by helping him in killing Bali, he gains his confidence n respect. Sugriv decides to help Rama by providing his army. A crime which was thoroughly unprovoked, for Vali had no quarrel with Rama and he was unarmed. There are unconvincing series of justifications for his acts but he remains a stained Hero.

In my opinion Rama was no warrior either, the entire war with Ravana was a glorious attempt of the vanar sena (the monkey army), the intelligence of Hanuman. The actual warriors on the front were Lakshman, Sugriv and others.

Perhaps Rama was more of a villain than the actual villain himself, the demon Ravana.

This is my personal viewpoint and I do not intend to hurt any religious sentiments.


BlogAdda picks my Contest Entry as spicy saturday pick.. YAY!!!

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I am what I am mamma thanks to you

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April PAD Challenge Day 24 travel

I am really running against time I think. Missed the day 23 late on day 24. So much to do so little time.
Anyways here is the prompt.

For today’s prompt, I want you to write a travel-related poem. It can be human travel, the migration of swallows, the trafficking of drugs, etc. Some sort of movement from point A to point B.

My Haiku


Four old adventurous friends
Fun, laughter, old guitar in the car
destination unknown

I Am What I Am Mamma Thanks To You(Indus Ladies mother’s day blog contest entry)


The telephone rang in the morning.

“Can you come over this weekend to help me pack?”

“Help you pack? Are you going somewhere?”

“Yes, I am off to Greece.”

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then my initial disbelief turned into a smile. That’s my mom, full of tremendous courage, sense of adventure and a never-ending passion for life.

It was an inspiration and a joy to watch her child like enthusiasm. She had always dreamed of traveling around the globe.

Not at all concerned about her frail health, her age factor, or traveling alone or any such issue she went on to live her dream and came back beaming with excitement and fond memories of the two countries she visited Turkey and Greece.

We were happy for her and thought that now that her desire to travel has been fulfilled we can relax. But within a year she was packing for her sojourn in china. I asked her if she had any more surprises up her sleeves. She laughed and said, “Life is short and there is so much to see and enjoy”.

Recently the whole family had gathered to celebrate her birthday. The laughter, sighs and animated voices filled the house as my mother narrated stories from her life and recent travels. Working in the kitchen I smiled as I imagined the 78year old graceful woman, full of life and joy surrounded by her teenage grandchildren.

I wondered why it took me so much time to really understand and know my mother and the answer was simple enough, maybe I never looked at her beyond the image of a parent. I felt a wave of regret pass over me thinking how much I had missed in life

I went and kept my head in her lap trying once again to be the child whose life completely revolved around her mother.

I had always admired the inner strength and courage and her belief in herself that she had all through the life but it was amazing to see her so full of life even with declining health and old age.

Eldest amongst her five siblings, Ma was born in an average middle class family of educationists. She spent her early years in Theosophical Society Banaras. Her parents supported her in pursuing higher education. She had a very sound cultural background and always mentioned that she was fortunate to have been born and brought up in that time and place.

She had to share the responsibilities of taking care of an ailing mother, younger siblings and had to work from an early age. She taught in residential schools at many places away from her family for a long period of time. Marriage and children added to her responsibilities as she singlehandedly managed home and work.

Nine years after her first child she could finally afford to have another baby. I was born under difficult circumstances. A complicated case of Placenta Previa put our life in danger with nil chances of survival especially for me. As they say destiny is nothing but the strength of your desires we both lived and there in my mother’s arms we reassured our bond that would last a life time.

Ma wrapped up all her dreams and desires and although she had many opportunities she made us her fist preference.

At the age of 60 she retired from govt. service and was just picking up the loose ends of her life when my father fell ill. For the next 10 years it was a test of her mettle and took a toll on her health but even in those adverse circumstances she never gave up.

My father passed away and suddenly there was a vacuum in her life. Tired and broken from the struggles of life she intended to live quietly in some old age home but we insisted that she start her life afresh.

Slowly the spark which had got weighed down by work and responsibility became a flame again and her passion for life returned.

Once again we saw the glow and child like curiosity and sense of adventure in her. Even now people find it difficult to believe the kind of enthusiasm and zest she has for life.

After 17 years of marriage and becoming a mother myself I realized I had lost myself somewhere and felt empty from within. Ma constantly encouraged me to find my place in the bigger scheme of things and do justice to my existence on earth. Her attitude toward life inspired me to become what I am today.

I learned to fight my own battles, to speak for myself, assert my individuality and un-warp my dreams and realize them. Protecting and nurturing me, she gave me courage and unconditional love and support to rise above the challenges, just the way she herself did.

Now at the age of forty one, with my boys grown up, I too have decided to follow my passion to write, to explore the possibilities that lie ahead of me. I am now truly proud to be my mother’s daughter in every sense of the word.

She helped me become a better human being, a much more confident woman and a responsible person.

It is such a joy to watch her take on life with so much zest. At her age she is one of the most daring mothers I have come across. Always ready to try and do something new. She even enrolled herself in a Spanish language course lest her wanderlust should take her to the land of Flamenco dancers.

I closed my eyes as her soft fingers caressed my hair. Slowly a tear tricked and slid down my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled closer.

I could still hear the continuous rambling of the four friends around me and now it was her joyous laughter and children’ chirpy stories that filled the evening air.

“Did you have a blogger mom and a net savvy super cyber grandma, Nani?” My little one asked her.

“I have.”

I heard the pride and affection in his voice.

Oh yea, Net savvy all the way I smiled to myself. She signed up on Facebook and Orkut to communicate with people of different places and learned the tricks of cyber world in no time.

It is with a very warm feeling of pride and love that I write about her today. A mother every girl would want to have, a grandmother whom the grandchildren treat like a friend and above all a woman of substance that even the Creator would feel proud of.

The treasure of life and the small things that I learned from her about living life have enriched me and made me what I am today.

I wish her good health and many a glorious years ahead.

IL Mother’s Day Competition

PAD Challenge: Day 22.. work

April PAD Challenge:Day22

For today’s prompt, I want you to write a work-related poem. Work doesn’t have to be the main feature of the poem, but I want you to “work” it in somehow. And remember: There are different types of work. Of course, there are the activities that gain you fortune and fame (or not), but then, there’s also housework, exercise, volunteering, etc. I’m sure you’ll “work” it out.

A working woman’s thoughts

Even the clay oven rests
after the fire has been put off
From the moment of waking up
till the time of sleep
I am tied to the time

While walking back home
tired after endless working hours
only one thought troubles my mind
whom should I feed and who should
go hungry tonight

(Is this poetry?.. maybe I am overworked)


Day21PAD Challenge: haiku

My haiku submission for the April PAD Challenge: Day21

The prompt

1. Write a haiku. The haiku is not just a form but a genre of poetry. (Click here to read more about the haiku.) People sometimes go into writing a haiku and end up with a senryu or a faux-ku, but it’s all good (and all poetry).

2. Write about the haiku. I know there are some poets (in this very group even) who are anti-form. So, I’m giving them the option to write their anti-haiku manifestos. Of course, if you pay attention to this 2nd prompt, it doesn’t need to be anti-haiku; your poem could be questioning or even praising the haiku. Or something.

One haiku with an Indian touch and another from my garden

Railway station
Hot tea from a clay pot
Earthly pleasure

Baby squirrels sleeping
Nestled in an old pair of socks
Little bundles of furry joys

Day 20 poetry challenge: Rebirth

this is my entry for April PAD Challenge: Day20

The prompt
For today’s prompt, I want you to write a poem of rebirth. There are many different types of rebirth available, including the changing of the seasons, the beginning of the day, religious or spiritual rebirth, a reconfirmation of good in people, re-learning how to love, etc. So think on it a bit, and create a stellar rebirth poem.

My poem


Rising from the cold ashes of winter
Like a phoenix,
New saplings are born
New hopes, new beginnings
Rejuvenated by the sun’s light
Swaying with the gentle breeze
Butterflies, birds, insects,
Dance to the song of rebirth
Colorful blossoms fill the air
With sweet aroma
The shades of gray melt
Bringing in cheer and joy
Rising from the ashes of love
New dreams arise
Shutting out the gloomy winter
Of the heart and giving way
To a brand new spring

April PAD Challenge Day19:The Mob

I missed the day 18 due to health reasons. here is the poem for day 19.

April PAD Challenge: Day19

Perhaps appropriately, today’s prompt is to write an angry poem. That is, a poem about someone or something that gets angry. Could be a person, animal, or even them there angry clouds. As usual, I’m excited to see which unexpected directions y’all take with this prompt.

My poem

A narrative poem about the honor killing which happened in some part of northern India recently.It made me very angry that women are still treated in such an inhuman way.

The Mob

She watched the mob with vacant eyes
Tied for last five hours to the tree
Blood tricked down in a steady flow
On her tear streaked cheeks
The tattered remains of
What were her clothes
Hardly covered her broken frame
The evening sky resembled
The color of her bleeding soul
She glanced sadly at her teenage son
And the husband she had so loved
They had headed the mob
The hysterical crowd was getting impatient
“Kill the bitch”” teach her a lesson”
Someone yelled
More shouts, abuses, accusations,
Contempt burned her soul
With shame and fear
A flash of blinding pain
Shot through her head
A sharp rock hit her forehead
She winched and shuddered
But drank all the pain
Hurt and sorrow
The blood oozed from the gash
And flowed on the pile of rocks
And stones near her feet
The mob began to become a blur
Her body ached and so did her heart
The breath came slowly
And soon her eyes closed
Relieving her of all the miseries
Of being a woman
The police like mute spectators
Watched the “mob justice”
Rooted to the ground
Her crime, supposed infidelity
Her silence, the sign of guilt
Her punishment, to be stoned till death


PAD Challenge Day 17 …All I want is ..

April PAD Challenge:Day17

For today’s prompt, I want you to write a poem with the following title: “All I want is (blank),” where you fill in the blank with a word or phrase of your choosing. Some example titles, then, could be: “All I want is to eat fried chicken”; “All I want is world peace”; “All I want is for everyone to tell me I’m beautiful”; or “All I want is a handful of quarters.”

My post


All I want is to lie on a float
In the cool blue waters of a pool
A Chocolate Mocha Sundae
And a few chilled beer cans
A lazy day with no work no play
Away from the scorching summer sun
And the hectic mundane city day
All I want is a day to my self
No cell phone, laptop, no
TV, nothing at all to do
Just me and my solitude
Not even thoughts of you


April PAD Challenge:Day16

For today’s prompt, I want you to pick a color, make that the title of your poem, and write a poem that is inspired by that color.

A very special poem …A very special color



Haunting eyes, mysterious
Seductive aquamarine beauties
Bluish green or are they
Greenish blue

Deep blue oceans where
The water reflects the sky
Filled with azure visions of love
Drifting like soft cotton clouds
Kissed by Caribbean sunlight

Possessed, I watch them change
Into smoky shades of liquid blue
I drown in whirlpools of
Passion and ecstasy
Limpid pools of shimmering waters
I see myself in his eyes
Our dreams and hopes sailing together
In his twin aquamarine lagoons


(image courtesy http://www.igougo.com/journal-j7504-Cayman_Islands-Cayman_Islands.html)