विवश कावेरी

विवादों से  घिरी

नदी  कावेरी

कभी लोपमुद्रा  रूप में

थी सहायक

आज विवश बहती हुई। …

तत्पर आत्मजा

अपने स्वरुप को मिटा

पिता को प्रचुर भूमि देने की चाह में

बहने चली। ….

अगस्त्य पत्नी

गंगा को भी करती पवित्र

आज कितनों के पाप धो पाएगी ?

आक्रोश से दूषित हुए मन

कावेरी की शीतलता से

क्या ठन्डे हो पाएंगे ?

नदी बहती जाए

ढूंढती कुछ उत्तर…..

Hutted and Hushed No More – #PeriodPride

[I begin this post by referring to two different cultures in time and place and their ‘celebration’ of  ‘menstruation’. I take a critical view of the ritual, without meaning to offend any religious belief. My analysis is only for the purpose of understanding our habits and rituals concerning the monthly cycle of women. The two stories are followed by my take on ‘punishment’ in patriarchy and the idea of ‘taboo’. I end by asserting that every girl has the right to live a dignified life. It is time to accept this and talk.]

The Mayans story of Origin

Recalcitrant Po stands punished

Her love for Sun is taboo

Out of her blood 

The world is created….

A world of opposites-

Of diseases and of healing

Of the obvious and the hidden……

According to the Mayan mythology, the Moon-Goddess Po who was the daughter of Earth, consorted with Sun, and was discovered by her angry father. She was punished and her ‘disobedient’ blood was the cause of creation. A strange story about the origin of not just the world we inhabit, but also the beliefs that seep through across cultures and generations.

Nurturing Desire – The Goddess Kamakhya

Kamakhya sits untouched

She bleeds to nurture,

Part of Shakti, Goddess of desire

Purified before ‘worship’….

The story of Goddess Kamakhya (worshipped in Assam in India) is similar in one way to the story from Mayan mythology in that there is a rebellious daughter and an upset father. Sati is the daughter of Daksha and she chooses Shiva for her husband. Daksha is unhappy over the alliance. When there is a puja in the house, Daksha does not invite Shiva. Sati is enraged. She vents out her anger by throwing herself in the fire lit by her father for the puja. When Shiva finds this out, he performs Tandava holding Sati’s body. He vows to continue the dance until the body of Sati is completely decomposed. Vishnu, in order to save the entire world from destruction, uses his chakra to cut the body of Sati into pieces. Finally, Shiva has nothing to hold and he stops dancing. The pieces of Sati’s body fall on different places on Earth, and Kamakhya is the ‘womb’ – the part of procreation. Hence, the Goddess is worshipped in Assam as one who has nurturing power. She is the source of life. The ritual, however, is that of three days of forbidden entry to the temple as this is the time of her annual menstrual cycle (after which she will nourish the earth and make it sustainable for everyone.) Post the three-day hiatus, the Goddess is ‘bathed’, ‘purified’ and ‘worshiped’ again.

Punishment and Laying down the Rules

In both the mythological stories, the ‘female’ is initially the ‘dissident’ one. She has upset a certain ‘order’ in the patriarchal set-up. She is a threat which, if not thwarted, will cause anarchy. Po is punished by death and Sati kills herself out of provocation. But now, desire has to be placed in a sanctioned zone. It cannot be let loose again. So, Po’s blood becomes a symbol of both life and death. ‘Pure’ and ‘impure’, ‘disease’ and ‘medicine’ are segregated. Rules are laid. She can give power but she can be a deterrent too. A similar thing happens in the case of Sati too. She is literally cut to pieces and embodied again as a Goddess who bleeds, is not to be touched, first cleansed and then revered. A certain discipline has been imposed in both cases. This discipline imposes protocols on the subjects, in this case, the devotees. These devotees constitute our society. The rules have been set for the society. Unambiguous rules, backed in the name of worship.

 

Taboo

 

What is special about a menstrual cycle? It is nature’s way of telling that you are fertile now. The body is biologically getting ready. But from where comes the necessity of imposing taboo on what a girl/woman is supposed to do during that monthly cycle? Why does she need to be segregated and told she is impure and unclean? Why impose such meaning on something so natural? Why make her feel guilty for something that comes to her on its own, not something she has ‘brought about’ by any ‘fractious’ conduct? What is it but a means of putting her down yet again in the name of purity and impurity!

There is nothing pleasant about a period. It is a time of discomfort and unease which becomes habitual after a certain time. But it is also a necessary cycle. And one has the right to be prepared for it. Every girl/woman has the right to live with dignity every single day of her life, ‘those days’ included. Instead of ‘hutting’ them, (I am using this phrase after I read about menstrual huts – certain tribes across the world have special huts where ‘unclean’ women live during those days), the society ought to make ample provisions to help them live hygienically. Naari is trying to do precisely this. Rising above the taboo of  not talking about the periods, they have taken the initiative to instill in girls a sense of respect about their bodies. They tutor underprivileged girls on maintaining hygiene and on using nature-friendly products. A proper knowledge can ensure a healthy future for them. I was surprised when I read in the article on #PeriodPride shared by Write Tribe that

  • Chemicals like Dioxin which is found in disposable sanitary napkins is a known carcinogen and has been linked to ovarian cancer, abnormal growth in reproductive organs, impaired thyroid and immune dysfunction. Dioxin has even been added by WHO in their list of Dirty Dozen – List of 12 harmful chemicals.

 

It is imperative for each one of us to give the girls a chance to talk, so that they can articulate their concerns, their fears, and seek guidance. It was a time of utter ignorance when I had my first period. Having no knowledge about what was happening to me, I thought that I would die. I didn’t say all this but I think my mom knew what happens and  she handled it well and taught me how to take care during that time. Although she had not prepared me before, she helped me when the time came.

I really hope that each and every girl gets the chance to live with dignity throughout her life. I hope that provisions reach every corner of the earth so that terrified little hearts who know nothing about their bodies are calmed and comforted. They don’t need ‘hutting’ and ‘hurting’. They need love and interaction. They don’t need taboo. They need to talk.

 

Linking this post to Naari and Period Pride | Blogging Competition #PeriodPride via Write Tribe

Chocolate

For all chocolate-lovers…..

Surviving Mexico

maya glyph for cacao.jpgChocolate, from the Nahuatl word xocolatl meaning bitter water, is a gift from the gods.

Legend has it that the god Quetzalcoatl stole and gave the plant that provided a special drink meant only for the gods to his chosen people, the Toltecs. He asked Tlaloc, the rain god, to water this plant and Xochiquetzal, the goddess of fertility and vegetation, to tend to it. Quetzalcoatl picked the pods, roasted the kernels and taught the Toltec women to grind it to a fine powder. The women mixed it with water and whipped it to a bitter, frothy drink called chocolatl. Such was its sacredness, it could only be enjoyed by the priests and royalty.

When the gods discovered Quetzalcoatl’s theft, they were angry and plotted the destruction of Quetzalcoatl and his people. Quetzalcoatl’s enemy Tezcatlipoca came to earth on a spider’s thread and disguised himself…

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My Spark Will Burn Still

As natural as rain
As vibrant as rainbow
As diverse as the hues it spreads
across the horizon
Is my Love.
It is ‘different’, yes.
But so is yours too.
It is passionate, yes.
But so is yours too.
It is an eternal flame
Of belonging.
Just like yours
It is an undying promise
Of togetherness.
Just like yours.
It is different only in the same way
As you are different than me,
And your beloved different than mine.
Rest is the same.
Put on my shoe
Maybe you will understand the pain I endure
The agony I face
From you and your undiscerning likes.
Stand where I stand
Maybe then you will know what it means
To be a victim of harsh heartlessness.
Or maybe you will see that
Love is Love, no matter what.
Kill it not with your senseless hatred.
Slaughter it not with your callous ignorance.
You will only be tainted in return,
While my spark will burn still….
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This poem is dedicated to all those who lost their lives in the Orlando Massacre. My heart breaks to see such brutality let loose. I pray for those who have left this indifferent world. May their souls find peace. May the grieving families find strength in this difficult time.

Poetry Response Ability (a manifesto) | Trish Hopkinson

THE FEM

“Today I realize that my text is not going anywhere—except to meet itself.” Octavio Paz

Writing and reading poetry helps me interpret the static in my world—the noise, the many alternate voices; and to determine my roles and how each role alters others—to find the mother, wife, daughter, sister, student, friend, and poet wandering within. I read and write as a woman, as an aspiring artist, as an extension of myself. I write out of necessity, out of bursting urges, and with determination and courage. I write bravely, when all else is quiet, shy, and scared, to share secrets, and to solve mysteries. I read and write for relief—to find and fill in my personal perspective, to extract the byproducts of being, to produce an end. The creative process itself and how it reciprocates, is poetry’s true intention; its end—the poem—is the authentic byproduct.

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How my book ‘Lei’ became the target of ‘phishing’ attack

Scribble and Scrawl

By Somali K Chakrabarti

We keep hearing about cyber hacking, malware and scams such as phishing , but it hits us the most when the security of our own site or our copyrighted material is compromised upon. I am sharing with you how my kindle book ‘Lei : A wreath for your soul’  recently became the target of a phishing scam.

I was startled when I noticed that  ‘Lei : A wreath for your soul’ was available free for download on a particular website.  To my utmost surprise the website also carried some reviews of my book along with comments from users who had downloaded the book. The screenshot is attached below.

Phishing

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Offering

Beautiful like Innocence itself…..!

Scattered Thoughts

1-pinic 193

“A flower was offered to me,”

The little girl, squalor glaring from her demeanour
Bare feet, shivering in cold
Came inside my earthly holy abode.
She was not allowed to enter the sanctum sanctorum
The Holy of Holies, my believers say, should be kept clean.
Bloviating the hubris and prejudice. 
No door opened with kindness, love, and justice.

“A flower was offered to me,”

By that little girl standing outside
Perhaps she fetched it from some garden, or, a roadside tree
The divine bond, she and me.
When the temple gates were closed for the day
The priests discovered with utter shock
That single flower was there to mock
The vanity and pride. 

“I was offered a flower…..”

Linking this with PU’s Midweek Motif  A Flower Was Offered To Me

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