About three Verdicts!

  

What I would like to unfurl here is my view of the three current verdicts of the Supreme Court of India- about homosexual nuptials, Adultery among couples and Sabarimala entry for women of all ages.

Gays’ and lesbians’ matrimony has been legalized by the highest court and the court has, I think, walked back from espousing opposite sexes’ union.  Nature has designed creatures in ways different as unisexual, bisexual and asexual with the main purpose of proliferation and to a certain extent ok, delight. The delight forms the ground-preparation by beings, for the propagation of their own kind. Since Man bears demarked lines of sexual organs as males and females, his reproductive mode should be the union between males and females only. But the man who has the reason, but does not make use, with utmost animosity and insolence has redesigned things in his own ways. He complies with his own perverted ways to satisfy the unwarranted desire.

 Homosexuality is one of such Arts that man has developed without analyzing its pros and cons. A homosexual relationship is totally against Nature’s law. Had God sought to shape man with both the sexual organs; this problem wouldn’t have cropped up. The homosexuals do not understand that in the long run, a sort of odium resulting in the inevitable severance  awaits the mates. And also the old age of homosexuals with no descendants will itself shut them in a cage of depression.

Adultery, which is absolutely an anti-social activity, has been decriminalized. This verdict helps only a handful of people, whereas the rest, the majority cannot at all digest this policy. It is a bomb that will explode in family-life spoiling its very texture and thereby that of the society.

Of course, those who favour it may do it covertly, no doubt. When it is legalized, women-activists may not hesitate to jump over the walls of ethics. The progeny are the main victims to suffer in that kind of families. They will be thrown into the dark of agony and more over some of the budding teens will be instigated by this style and they may experiment it in their later life. Think about the old parents of such couples; they can in no way accommodate in their minds this occurrence. The divine male-female attraction will vanish from some families and the end outcome is a hell of mayhems resulting in nothing but a divorce.

 Coming to Sabarimala, a place of profound sanctity for Hindus in Kerala, has been, is and will be lying in the minds of millions of devotees. There are certain earmarked days for the pilgrimage to that sacred milieu, where Lord Ayyappa is the Deity, providing eternal bliss to those who visit Him. Every year people from all over India, especially from the south, seek solace from this holy idol. Even some people from other religions also make their visits to the vicinity of Lord Ayyappa. The Deity’s holy abode is at the pinnacle of one of eighteen holy hills, guarded by dense forest.

 Nature has abundantly supplied all kinds of beautifying articles to this terrain. So the Lord Ayyappa and the divine beauty of the land attract devotees amply to this place.

 Religion, we know, stands on the pillars, built of beliefs, may it be any Hinduism, Islam,Christianity or any. Rituals and customs are its nails to fix it properly on these pillars. One such belief is that Lord Ayyappa is a complete celibate that does not stand for the entry of females during their menstruating age. This belief travels from generations to generations and till date, it did not face any unseemly occurrence.

Now with the SC’s judgment allowing entry for all ages of women, things have toppled breaking the warps and wefts that weave societies’ calm. The SC could have arranged for a survey among the priests, devotees and others tied to the sites.

 Some so-called women-activists i.e. some anti-social females - I don’t use the word ladies - try to visit the temple. They are not in the stipulated age; they in the name of the challenge, definitely not out of devotion, have come forth to for the entry into the banned vicinity. This has disturbed the devotional emotions of the devotees. They chose the path of Gandhiji and started a peaceful agitation by chanting psalms in mass.

 The present government that supports the challenging people that are only a few, gave instructions to the police to provide protection for the latter’s entry. They have opened a Pandora's box or poked a beehive creating all the commotion around. What to say! It has turned out to be somewhat a law and order situation presently. Had the government given a review petition or requested the court for a period of implementation, things wouldn’t have become this grave. Now what we can do is to pray to the Almighty Lord Ayyappa to set the things in proper order and protect the hallowed area.

A Startling Art!

In the morning, Sun
Mixes colours on his own

pretty day-palatte. 

For  the choicest use,
He carries his day-palette.
Travels in the sky.

Readied the canvass,
The sky; ready is himself.
Bears a grin on face.

 On the canvass, in
Dazzling black and white, he paints.
A startling art.

For Carpe Diem

In the Inundation Days!

The time is 9:00pm. After accomplishing the supper-related usual chores, Neerada pulls a chair conveniently to her side on the loggia of her first floor. Leisurely she lies in an inclining way on that reclining chair. As her name (meaning cloud) indicates, she is fond of clouds, especially rains. She likes, no loves to sit in the sit-out and has a special affinity to observe relentless rains. She is very much thrilled now because the rain puts on demonstration all its talent, accompanied by the orchestration of a thunder. Her mind is full of delight at the ‘light and sound’ show, taking place on the stage so vast.  

Neerada, a middle-aged middle-class female was brought up in the remoteness of an under-developed village. But of course she had had the college education and that was the reason why she could obtain the partnership of Bharat, her dear better half. He was, for two years senior to her in an Arts and Science college in the town, near her village. He is an urban-brought up gentleman with an urbane outlook, and moderate too. Their meeting in the college was an accidental incident. One day, Neerada was emerging hurriedly out of her class, as if she was participating in a heat. A sudden action of running and turning back made her hit Bharat, who was walking along the common corridor. The outcome was further meetings and weaving a love-trap and eventually, she was locked up by him in the wedlock.

 Neerada, solely forgetting the surroundings, has got engrossed in the mesmerizing performance of Nature. Time is growing old and reaching ten by now. Suddenly Neerada notices that the water level is rising at a very fast pace. Her father-in-law, a widower, who is not in her thoughts presently, looms in her mind, all of a sudden. He is an arthritic patient, whose limbs show reluctance to move fast, far. Rapidly she reaches downstairs. Looking at the compound she understands one thing that the scope of escape is slim.

Their car is lying in the car porch in a ready to move condition. Alas! Neerada contains courage little or no to drive their car.

 She has undergone the learning process and has obtained a license also. In the initial stage, the four-wheeler was lucky to have its steering wheel in Neerada’s hands, but she allowed it only in her husband’s presence. Of late she doesn’t trouble the license card and the card, expressing gratitude is very peacefully resting in her bag. Despite the suggestion from her hubby to have a practice in the mornings, she keeps herself far from the car when alone. And now her husband is not there because he has gone to his native city on account of some rent-settling matter of the house in his property. The offspring two are away on their studies.

The situation is turning intricate. She goes to her cell phone, not found, “Don’t know where I have kept it”. She is very particular to keep the phone in a particular spot, but somehow this time, it got slipped. No supply of electricity; morning onwards the supply was cut off sporadically and so the inverter charge is exhausted. She lifts her father-in-law’s phone and tries to contact the husband, ‘the line is busy, please try again’ dictum is the response. Spends she some time on that trial and the repetition of the same thing by the phone forces her to leave that plan.

When she sat for long in the loggia, didn’t notice the happenings went on. In the muted moonlight on the street, the scenes are not vivid also. Her panic gets to its peak, “What to do, oh, God! No idea,” looks she around; “it seems, in the neighbour’s dwellings nobody there. We are stranded, nobody around for help."

Gathering some audacity, she goes out to the street and walks a few metres to observe the things going on around. Unnerved inhabitants, humans and animals making all hullabaloos, run hither thither, carrying possible belongings. The water with no mercy has started masking everything-huts, mansions, vehicles, plants and so on. She falls in a state of mayhem. Their house stands at a higher level and hence water has not entered the house but covers their compound and the road.

   

With all sorts of scares in the psyche and visage her in-law’s shivering voice echoes, “Mole*,... how... will we go...? I can’t... do... anything”. I can’t drive also, you know.

She curses her laziness in driving the vehicle, not heeding attention to her spouse’s repeated suggestion. Though the flood is swelling up these days, Neerada does not expect as that much weighty it would turn. Now no other go other than to succumb to the inundation that is triumphant over man and Nature. Her visual organs are ready to rain and lips to scream, for these two souls cannot see their dear ones once more. But of no use, none are there in aid, all have vacated and moved to shelters.

In a fraction of a second a sudden illumination hit her mind, “If we are here, we will die, if I drive, then also we will meet our end. Why can’t I take the risk, when both are the same?”

She takes the key of the four-wheeler, keeps the door opened, enters the room, and helps her in-law to be into the car. The car wades with rapidity half-wheel deep, splashing the water, “Tomorrow’s newspapers will have the breaking news to gulp - A forty-two-year-old lady with her father-in-law got drowned in the torrents while trying to escape from the flood in their car”.

It really astounds her, as she herself doesn’t know how they have reached the rescue camp safe and sound. “Indeed, some invisible hands have driven us here,” she believes. Otherwise oh! In these inundation days.....!