Home of Slaughterers..!!

" Women should always be worshiped and treated with affection. There where women are treated with respect, the very duties are said to be fulfilled with joy.

There where women are not worshiped, all acts become fruitless. If a women of the family, in consequence of the treatment they receive, they grieve and shed tears, that family soon become extinct. Those houses cursed by women meet with destruction and ruin as if scorched by some Atharvan rite."

---: From The Mahabaratha, Anusasana Parva; Section: XL VI

This is what the history has written to advise us, to understand and follow for we, the decedents of  the great ancestors who had built this great culture and heritage that every races around the whole world bow their heads down with respect.The culture in which women are considered as goddess. Who are taught to consider every women as their sisters or mothers. And this has been followed up until the recent century that has gone past us. We were  known for the richness that we behold in our hearts. the wealth was the respect affection Love and humbleness that we showed to our fellowmen and women and our guests. Many had utilized our manners, misused it in many ways but we kept forgiving them and let them loot us..We praised our country shouting out loud "Bharath Matha Ki jai" and started doubling and tripling what ever we lost and lived in harmony. Bharath Matha, yes "Mother" India, this is what we calls our country. Mother, our great-great-great grand fathers considered her as their mother cause they including us are all born out of her womb to her lap. We are we because of  her and she gave us everything that we wanted and this will be continued forever. But the western- maniac new born's never cared to return their gratitude..

The name and fame that our country acquired was all the hard work of our ancestors,  who never ditch anything or anyone rather themselves but today things are all different. Rather than lending each other a helping hand we prey on each other for our filthy needs. No matter who, Mother, father, sister, brother, friend, husband, wife whoever can be a culprit or victim. Only "I" is what that really exist and that selfish greed has made our country naked like a women disrobed in the streets one cloth after another until her nudity reveal. People around laughed at her, pinch her, grabbed her flesh, spit on her and left her there crawling on the floor, swollen and abandoned with the wounds and bruises and scars that will never be erased. What was her sin? She was molested. Why did not some one know this truth and be a help to rescue her, instead exploiting the chance they got ? She could be someones mother, someone daughter, someones sister or someones wife. Why weren't there a single eye that felt sorry for her.

When one women is ill treated, its blemishing the name of our country. Now that various incidents like this is happening everyday, imagine the cause, there cant be one tiny dot of goodness other nations can find on us. We are spitting on our own face. We are throwing rotten eggs on our own fame. There is nothing left for us, no respect, no dignity no humility. Even though some beliefs says women are the sinners, every culture and religion grew respecting this women form of human. They were protected and loved. And none acted against her wish. She was made love with, with her permission. And those who dishonor her were brutally punished or killed in many places so that the mistake will never be repeated. Even the very culture-less at some part of the world shows esteem to "her". So why being the most educated and knowledgeable society of India fails here, in this simple matter that was taught from ages..

From women to girls, from girls to even infants and strange some old aged had become victims of sexual harassment and rape. Today its no more a news that will grab attention of many, cause this had become a part of the routine. It true that in the ratio of Men and women, currently the number of women is slightly lesser than men but that's no permission to use someones wife without her wish. Rape has become an art form in here. Very well known. And more people are encouraged to perform it one incident after another, slaughtering their own sisters and mothers in to a million pieces of bloody flesh. What makes Men do this even in the worst circumstances, are the crops in India fertilized by Viagra or some hyper erectile tablets?? I doubt it! The culprits are not even from the matured line, even juveniles are involved in many cases. What could be the reason other than what i said above as this is not happening in a particular area but everywhere in this country. We are known for having the second place in population in the world, and i now on the No.1 place for having the most number of rapists. Wow. India Wow!

The paradise on earth has been changed to The hell for Women. How sad. People who belongs the tongue that prayed "Athithi Devo Bhava" has accomplished in molesting our guests too. There are many reported and unreported incidents about foreign tourists attacked and abused physically.  There is no shame than this. The land of yogis, Vedas and cure for everything, every known and unknown ailments have no remedy in hand for this cruelty. I am afraid for being a women and live here. Attacks can happen from any side and no iron locks are strong enough to secure me. All i can find around is that shivering hands and bulging eyes piercing my body. The men here have acquired that ability to suck in the blood of the prey through a gaze. Every women every day are abused in some different ways, sometimes leching some other times stroking the butts or pinching somewhere that can wake their desire or some another way is to murmur the sensuality that fires from beneath and puff the dirty black smoke close in to the ears making sure that the vulgarity had chocked the women with disgust. There are bodys on sale for particularly this purpose, materials for pleasure, who earn a bread out of this work, men could really help themselves and the seller that way others are spared and a family is fed. Why have they not considered that instead harming the poor and weak. Animals find provoked when their prey shudder for life and they play with it for a few while before pulling in the fangs and suck out that last, final breath. Many times many men had used this technique with their sexual preys. Some victims have undergone intensive and vulnerable brutality by the offender, who had turned themselves from two legged human to an unknown animal..like a blood-lusting werewolf.

Puranas mentioned a time called "Kaliyug" where the most evil things happens, men killing each other, fights for water and women and everything..i guess this is it,  where a father fails to realize his own daughter in his sexual crave, where a brother forgets the connection of the same umbilical chord with his sister. Its getting poor time by time. Mother fears to let her daughter be with the man who was responsible for that same girls birth. What could be worst a situation than this. Where are we going? Have everyone gone blind? Why are there none to stop this, fight against it. There are more daughters to take birth yet. I fear what i would do if i am gonna have one. How far can i protect her? Where could she be safer? I am afraid. Soon this country would lose the last sign of a girl if it goes this way. Soon  Indians will be banned in other countries. if situation turn out that way where could we possibly go to find a safe heaven? The men in here have phased in to that vulnerability that they would ejaculate on the roads or anywhere even at the sight of  a women's shadow.

India is not weak or resourceless. It has every single feature as other country's, in many ways better than many countries. But why does the legislature and judiciary has nothing in it to safe the life of a women. Is there any hidden laws to butcher the women and reduce the number? Killing baby girls was a wide spread practice in Indian for over a long time and some laws had come up to stop it, is this an alternative to do it in an other way? Why are women considered as an object for pleasure? Dont we have the right to live as we wish in this so-called democratic country? Or should we take a licence for that again? A licence to Live? There are many different methods that has been followed by our neighboring countries itself which made them abuse-free. Copying/ adopting methods that give good results is no sin. If that way we can protect a girls life and make an example for the punishment, no matter how brutal it is, this will definitely make a difference in the numbers for a course of time and then this wrong attitude will vanish.

Imprisonment is not the right punishment for this animals. Rape is brutal than life threat, killed are the lucky ones, live rape victims not only undergo physical suffering, they are also attacked from inside out mercilessly. They die inch-by inch every day. there is only a very few victims who had come out of the trauma rest all are brain-dead and a live, movable sculptors of  sympathy. Now, is imprisonment the right way to punish the Rapist? Absolutely wrong, One has to know the consequence of his acts. At least one culprit should become the material of  horror to those who secretly enjoy sexual abuse. One n only way is to hung him to death in public, the video to be published in every moving medias. This should scare them..And yeah, Human rights people will find it a opportunity to react and gain attention. I think none should give a shit about it as we can question where were they when this many girls were made a dummy of flesh to feed their sexual arousal and throw them in the darkness tormented.?? Where were they when they screamed loud while their virginity tore.?? Where were they when this group of dogs savaged her body from end to end..??

Its never late, we can build a new world. Lets don't fight for useless reasons. Some controversies existed on the kind of cloths the victims wear. whats the point in finding less important factors. How ever one women or men dress, that's completely up to that person. Its totally personal. There are no news ever heard about a women attacking a guy wearing low-waist pants showing off his back, or exposing his hairy chest. there are men who walk around bare, and never would a group of women kidnap him to rape. So its completely not concerned about how a women dress up. Protest against this nasty attitude and protect ourselves, our women at home and the name of our Country. Dear men, i request you to be a real MAN, who keep values and morals, who is strong enough to handle his own senses and have the intellect to figure out whos your sister, whos your mother, whos your daughter and whos your wife, what are the responsibilities to be shown to each of them and to the world. Women are made to take care of the home. But today women go to school, get educated and earns to support her family, support her husband or her father at the same time doing the old work which she was assigned to do by tradition, home making. Shes taking the burden of both on her fragile shoulders just to make you at ease. Dont let her down, dont harass her, instead encase her close to your heart and extend all the support security and love to the maximum possible by you, the one intention with which god invented you.Do it.

Do your duties. Do your part..!!

Crumbles of the Queen-Cochin

Cochin. I have never taken time to write about this one great place on the whole earth that made me who i am today. It always used to bother me, a feel that i neglected it for pretty long time but today, here i am to write about it or her. I must represent it as her as every great poets did, the beauty and charm of this small patch of earth on the banks of the vast lake and then the great Arabian Sea..The great poets they all called her the "Queen of Arabian Sea"..Nothing wrong i could find, she was as graceful as a belly dancer who sways away the young hearts with their sensual hip shakes..Those who reach her would fall for her and there are many who lost in to nowhere loving her..

Shes got her lot of disadvantages and drawbacks which usualy happens when a country girl develop in to a figure of modernity..she might have lost her virginity somewhere sometime but never did her charm fade completely..years makes a women gain wrinkles..she might also have experienced it..but then this
is the goodwill of being neoteric it has a million ideas to disguise anything..Mumbai is called a "mayanagri" cos of its illusory demeanor, where a thousands had grown in to celebrities and a numerous ones drunk dope and died in the slums and drains..Cochin is no different, its the mayanagri of at least the state. People reach her searching of Money, fame and Power, a few succeeds and the rest as i said earlier get lost in love with her and wrote poems..they end up their lives reciting the words they used to praise her.

Traffic, potholed roads and pollution can wait. but her real beauty resided just on the sides of the beach, The old Cochin or fort Cochin. The romantic bitch that attracted everyone to her lust. I can only pick up the memory from my age 10 when i last visited this place while i was a child on a school vacation..people spoke a very different slang of the language and all ran like madmen..everyone seemed busy and occupied. But i still remember the first time i got down at the north railway station with that goosebumpy thrill. that was the first station i saw this crowded in my life..people talking laughing..some trying to get in to the train squeezing before allowing the ones who wants to step out of it..Men in untidy curled-up dothis and red shirts pulling two wheeler carts  carrying giant trunks and bags.. I spotted a good number of western-dressed locals in there..i turned back and watched everything and fed my brain while my mom hurriedly pulled my hands to the entrance in the intention to escape from the hasty rush of humans coming and going in and out of the station.

An ambassador car was waiting for us outside, it was my uncle. I read the boards on the shops and soon feel asleep..all i remember then is the house painted in green with lots of flowers and closely built other houses which at least dont have a hands gap..i being living in amid a big compound of  land surrounding a forest of mango tress, jack-fruit tress,,plantain, sandal, neem, bael tree and etc i find it awful to have a life so congested like this..i wondered how the kids played mini-kitchen in here..It was a colony, the urban part of Cochin was having the residential areas whic were separated as different colony's or streets..ours was customs colony where the majority of the residents were customs officers, including my grandpa..while we were entering, he was coming out with his white n white uniform with the white officers hat..i asked my mom why the police in Cochin are wearing white and she told me its a department that handles only the customs, i didn't understood so she said that it is related to ports/ships and sea transport. The houses were all modern but the space was very less. Our neighbors children played in a small squire of a varandha..while i at home played in a vast area of back and front and side yards..

We were taken in the car to a lot of places, my habit then was to fell asleep ones we start travelling..i was woken up when we reached somewhere, i didnt know where it was but one thing i noticed first on opening my eyes was this..french street lamps lined in an impressive array..it looked old enough to call it an antique..but it was well preserved..i stood up on the floor paved by neatly cut small rock bricks..the place was slightly crowded with ice-cream vendors, toy shops and modern beach dress stalls and glittering bags and ornaments..i spotted a number of white couples in shorts and bras wearing sunglasses and on other side a few back locals..i fasten my eyes to myself and felt relived..i am not black but at the same time not as white as the other ones.. :) :)..i think that was the first time i saw white people with my eyes in real..

The beach was also crowded, but there were English people lying on the benches..we played in the beach for some time and then took a walk through the old streets which still bear proudly the remnants of the Europeans foot marks carved deeply on the stones..I looked up and down, here and there with those astonished big eyes..the whole place was  lined up with bungalows and mansions build by Portuguese, dutch and the English in the colonial period which still possessed the pride of their royalty..and the most interesting thing is this that a few have people living in it and they would allow you to pay a visit inside but my mom was feeling unsafe and insecure..she might have thought that they still keep the old rifles and guns.. ;) We then went to see the precolonial Chinese fishing nets which is outstretched in to the sea..to watch the men pull the ropes and raise a net full of fishes bouncing in unison for life..and the fishermen were pleased and laughed mercilessly..The one glorious moment was to watch the sunset, a mix of blood red and orange..everything else before me transformed into black,silhouette and dark..the poles of the net in an arched triangle, herd of birds winging back to their nests, fishermen sacking up their things to wind up for the day and a few foreigner couples walk hand in hand mumbling and laughing to each other..it was as glorious a sight as the one you would expect in heaven..

An invisible tie was knotted by her on me while i leave that day which drew my destiny on to her after a very long gap of time. Things changed a little but i must admit, one thing about her is this peculiarity that she was aging like a rich wine..better and better through ages..a part of its attraction now was the sky high sky scrapers(obviously not that big like metropolitan cities) and shopping malls and branded coffee shops..and i could make this out that the number of young people roosted in here grown higher than the height of the buildings..the traffic of tourists increased and the number of 5 star hotels and resorts multiplied..what ever changes occurred, her heart was still untouched..fort Cochin remained the same..i was glad and thankful to god..history's should be preserved and untouched..so that generations to come would know things like this really exist..

Poverty was a blessing at that time..as we didnt had enough money, i remember me and ann used to walk a lot to find shops that sold cheap and good stuffs..This is another attraction of this place there are expensive things for the high end people on one side at the same time moderate and cheap things available on the other side for middle class people.. The roads were littered damp and muddy..we jumped all the way to save our foot from getting dirty..it was covered in an arch of tree-ceiling which only allowed dots of sunlight to the ground..it was cold under there..the roads were all covered with the fallen leaves changed colors in to pale green yellow and then decayed in the mud..we reached the kappalpalli (ship church)..as it was a day out allowed by our warden after yelling on the knees we only had a limited time..we stood on our knees on the entrance and gave a quick prayer..The normal natives of Cochin are seen dark and they talked very louder..we passed a lot of them..as usual we had to have close encounters with stalkers but had no time to give them..even though they call it "the broad way" the streets in real were narrow but there were wheel cart vendors on both sides shouting out loud to attract customers..they sold everything..from fruits, vegetables fish & meat to cloths, bags, paan, sandals & flip-flops, umbrellas, spices, antiques and so on..this is strange that the rush in there is thrice thicker than that you will see in a posh-mall..i saw all kind of people in there..this part of the broad-way was the most oldest which eventually took us to another side where the cart vendors disappeared and small shops inside buildings looked a 1000 years old..most of the vendors here were marvaadi's (people from Mumbai)..after a few rounds of window shopping and  bargaining we got everything that we wanted with a single note of Rs. 500..with a content heart we looked in to each others eyes and smiled..we decided to take short walks, while we talked endlessly about each others life experiences and about our friends..

The tired duo found a small tea-stall, an old fashioned one with two benches put on both side so that the customers can sit..the roof of the tea stall was covered in bird-poop that appeared like painted white..i felt awe but then it was anns offer to have a tea and bonda (potato dumpling)..the way the man mixed the tea throwing it from one glass in a hand to another in the other hand made me get lost in his actions in a blink-less stare..i was so curious how the liquid ran and fall just in the glasses and not a single drop spilled..then i realized..years of expertise..thats it..

The next memorable spot is Convent junction..which is literally the "chick center"..every girl who loves fashion and are in Cochin would at least have visited this place once in their life time..the memory about this place takes me to that day when we were all planning to just take a simple visit to this place to get the cheap but funky sandals they sold in one of the malabari's shop..it was a December and i am kinda crazy about this month..anything happen to me in this month will lay solid in my head for any long time..the sun was glazing though the atmosphere was dry and cold..that way we dont sweat but i could still remember that sore nose and dry skin n hair which doubled my dressing time..once you enter the convent junction all you can see is middy worn chicks in groups walking from end to end getting in every shops..coz everything they sold in here is for women..sandals, bags, cosmetic, ornaments, dresses, designers shops, beauty saloons, tattoo centers, card shops, gifts shops, flower shops and lingerie shops..to be frank, i never could find any lingerie shops better than the numerous that's available in here..it was a magnificent place where you can stop at this one point and bag what ever you want for an occasion without thinking twice..this place is great..we walked and shopped many things and i think this is a part of every girls attitude..get tired doing stuffs like changing in to a dozen cloths and buy nothing from there and continuing this at many other stores and finally pays for a couple or more and then sit somewhere and relax before we leave..we turned to our way to that coffee and snack shop run by an old aunty dressed in frock..may be Anglo Indian.. the steaming coffees  and cutlets we used to order..the mess that we created up there laughing and talking like we ruled the world..that was one damn time of our lives..we lived a whole life in there altogether and now we are assigned completely to look after our homes..the charm of Cochin was everywhere..the CSI church..the convent road, the adult park (where we spotted many couples doing disgusting things and once a smooch too..crazy people), the childrens park.the tender coconut walas under every trees..and the marine drive..

There is room for every one in the lap of Cochin..for the rich, for the poor, for the families, for the children, for the girls, for the boys, for the tourists and finally  for the lovers and friends..Marine drive is sucha place..most of the friendship moments might have spent on the walk way or the green benches or on the bridge built by Greater Cochin Development Authority.. i wonder how many people had clicked their wonderful times on that bridge that resembled an artificial form of Chinese fishing net.. the day when we wait for each other on the steps of bay-pride mall..the walks from the start to the end to find a vacant green bench to sit on for some while and giggle at our own secrets..the escaping's from the sticky palm-reading women who tries to arouse our curious wants to know about our future and then when we try to withdrew, they tried to catch us with false threats..the fierce wind that blow our kameez like the cloth of a yacht..everything that happened there will be remembered until our last breath. I have heared many saying this that marine drive had eye-witnessed good and bad things equally..there are tremendous number of love took birth here and an equal to it had broken in the banks of the Vembanad lake..all it might could do was to pat them with its gentle breeze..

Cochin is not just this..this page is not enough to hold the words that describes her..its vast and wide in the minds of the people wh
o had ones touched her than the area in reality it holds on the earth..Reaching her did made me hyperventilated and leaving her was like losing my ability to breath..This place had welcomed everyone with warn open hands..and most of them have earned what they wished to have before they first set their foot on her..these were a few glimpses that remained in my head rest of all had been eat by something else..i had even more to scribble about this one wonderful lady..may be i could clear my memories from the dusts and cobwebs that had covered it partially and depict enormously after some time..All i have here now is a heart full of greatness towards the mesmerizingly gorgeous queen of the Arabian Sea..May she blow the minds of more with that fascinating sexy hip strikes always..

Cochin will keep on growing old like everyone of us..but i wish it never lose its brides pride ever..