Life & Death

I brought more than the normal level of excitement this time, while i travel to my native for Onam. The festival which had kept the half of the culture going through these years. Though the clarity of the exact togetherness has faded year after year, i felt it fine as every occasions were fairly followed particularly in this house/family. I am and will be always grateful to the god for bringing me here. But things didnt went the way i expected. Well no fault, nothing is ought to happen in the manner i wish it. Cultures being amended, lives being disrupted. i must admit that its really hurting some part of me. Things are changed, rules are violated and so on.

One thing that i am glad for was to have the news of a girl being born to this family after 24 years, and another 2 girls having half bloods of this ancestry. a  triplet birth of womanhood. birth and death still remains a mystery. but the way people receives the both never change.. what is it? how does it happen? i dont know. But a news of a new born multiples the cheer while death always grieves, no matter known or unknown, friend or enemy.

I am not sure about the billions of people in this world but atleast for me its like this.. a death news never made my face gleam rather takes away the last single laugh that remain in me. i was happy for my sister being able to deliver a baby girl without any major complication..but today having getting a morning call informing a women's death really killed my pleasantness that i carried till this day. It was my mother in laws sister and my fathers aunt..the network of relationships are very critical to explain in a few words so i am just leaving it here to be explained later. After a big round of household chores we planned to leave to that place, where i had gone a million times before and have blown up by that round face ladys one great smile which always revealed her long crows feet on the sides of her kohled eyes..her ruby nose stud always glittered, making her whole face shimmer like the rising sun. Our vacation visits to this place in our childhood are still remembered. when my little brother refused to go out for him to use his complete holidays on playing games, i convinced him to buy stuffs that he liked the most using my pocket moneys dripped into  my secret  piggy bank.

The drive to see her for the last time made me glance through the dying pages kept asafe in my mind..it had grayed like my nani..this was the place i grew up, Thalassery. The place that always carried the fragrance of a different kind of love. the place where we always loved to roam around..the color of that place itself seemed sepia. This place once did heat my teen blood. The wide range of Muslim handsomes found all around always attracted young women to this place. Their just-in fashion and suruma lined eyes and sharp arabic faces..how did they get these features, while the others are also born n grew up eating the same things as them..this always made me wonder.. they are different.. they did looked like the people in the iranian paintings. My research then answered me.. there was an era when arabs visited these tiny land cuts on the malabar coast. women were produced before them and the cloak worn men seeded their semen whereever they were invited.. women took pride in announcing the fatherhood of great Arabs travelled crossing seven seas.. The children grow up not knowing the person who is responsible for their birth.. but always resembled their unknown father, they carried that red skin, smooth hair, sharp face, revealing jawline, green eyes and dark joined  eyebrows.. while the women longed for the arrival of prince-charming who present a gift in her womb and never returned. some women were remarried.. some died in obsession and shame..

During Eid, tely always creates a feast for the eyes, the head covered, butter-figured women walks all ways getting their special dresses and other things to wear on the day they break their 41 days fasting.. this fasting makes them gleam even better.. i still couldnt find out how every muslim girl in there grow up to be a beauty-queen. they definitely keep some secrets i doubt. We took these occasions for our rounds of stalking guys. I bet you, you will all get blown by their karizma..too hot..too sexy and too gorgeous.. may be not all but almost all.. teenage really is a crazy period.. and all the best things happens in this time.. i neighbours always invited us for their daily-fast-breaking-feasts, our hearts bounced and wished if the long ray of grand parents, father mother, uncle aunts and other elders to give permission.. even if a few permits, the rest would crap it saying this and that.. but some guy would always come home to deliver a vessel full of delicacies.. and we all makes it an athletic race to reach the one standing at the door first..

We crossed many roads and almost everywhere i could still see the flags bleeding the blood of communism blowing in the air..passing a number of huge dombed mosques and the "Bang" from different directions made it feel like heaven..pigeons fluttered up when our vehicle interrupt their laziness..white capped men in gowns with beard were found in every corners..we passed hotels fragranting the malabari biriyanis..my mouth filled remembering the many times it having the melting taste of it..the masala..the tende jucy chiken..and the gracious amount of nuts and spices in it..yummm..!! this could be the only food heaven in this whole world..i confessed to myself.. The one thing about a muslim is, whatever they do they are true to themselves..they are the ones who have the glory of rich culture but at some point they forsake it in the name of madness..their fasting..their dressing..their way of charity..their fulsome mind of never ending helpfulness and their real love to the people they care..they are the only ones who remain the same from the day one you know them to thereafter..i pray got to punish the ones who use their chastity to the core and misguide and mislead them.. I bow my head to Malabars authenticity and aristocracy..many the hands of modernity dont kill it..

Our vehicle stopped at the point where the whole way was packed by people who reached from various places..amma got down in a hurry and squeezed through the crowed, i waited a few seconds to take my way before i could reach any further a loud mourn in unison broke out, in which i couldn't make separate my mothers..that could be of  her mothers, aunts, sisters, daughters, daughter-in-laws and grand daughters..who would grieve so loud than them..

We were tiny, nurtured n we grew up, matured, now we are absolute perfect women. till never stays still and soon we will find grays. if we are lucky enough life will collide our paths again else we would die not seeing each other until then..Death is the one great friend and one obsessed lover waiting for us at the full stop of our lives, imagine its pain, it would be same as we had during many times of disappointed lover crushes..while a teenager or while a matuager..the one that stands still for us from our start to the end is Death..so dont fear it..dont welcome it either coz its its duty to wait patiently until the right time comes..