I am kind of a person who does not like much change so when it happens I am the one to sulk. There is this beautiful green city ‘Jamshedpur’ in India which is indeed simple and yet beautiful. But these days they are reconstructing the roads and making it even more complex. I liked as it was previously.
It is so rightly put by Sagarika Bose in her Times of India column today. It is raining and raining and raining and all the cities are clogged but what is being done about that? I do not know. But the roads are to be widened and narrowed; the clogging will be looked into afterwards.
Well, now you all must already know that I love coffee but I would love it even more when there is an accompanying nice story to read and what more could be nice to read than something to which you so aptly agree.
If we are all drowned then what would the wider roads do to help? I think give more space to swim and float.
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via Daily Prompt: Cake
It reminds me of so many things.
What is a birthday without a cake? What is a dessert which does not resemble a cake? what kind of person does not like a cake, at least some flavor must be loved by one and all.
A cake to me is almost synonyms to celebration. Any wedding, engagement, birthday or inauguration, well any kind of celebration is just as incomplete for me as Pride and Prejudice without Mr. Darcy.
PS: home made cake. 🙂
And that’s where the irony lies
I know we all are meant to be doing something worthwhile in our lives. We are required to have a good education, a well-paid job and a nice living standard. I understand we have to be responsible and we can’t live our lives like some careless person.
But if I could tell you the truth, for once in my life I am enjoying a few days where I could sleep till late, eat a cake in the morning. For once I am allowed to not have a job and do what I really aspire. And for the first time in my life I am enjoying the pleasure of drinking cups and cups of coffee while reading my favourite classic and eating easy pasta for dinner.
For a change I do like being pampered and a day’s rest when I am not even tired. I am kind of having pleasure in eating, sleeping, reading, praying and repeating.
I thought if Elizabeth Gilbert could do it in ‘Eat Pray Love’ then I could try it too but there is this same guilt of eating gourmet in the morning and repenting for not being able to concentrate on anything and the quest of finding oneself.
So I was reading ‘The lord of the rings’ by J.R.R Tolkien and it made me thinking. Well, for the hobbits ‘coming of age’ is when they turn 33. So, what exactly does this term signify for us humans?
All my life I used to think that coming of age is just a term and in actuality we come of age when we are ready on the inside to do it. But now I wonder when exactly we know that we are ready because every time something new comes up I freak out and I freak out real bad. The only thing remains for me to do is pack my bags and run away, again.
I don’t know when am I going to “come of age”, now that age is just a number for me. I may be 30 and yet not ready to get married or I may be 28 and not want a child yet or even I may be 20 and not know what to do with my life.
But I am sure that everything happens as and when it has to happen and we, mere puppets don’t guide everything on this planet so I think I will come of age when the time would be right and not when the society would want me to; unlike like Frodo in the book.
What can I say? It is all so overwhelming. This is the month of august, in fact today is the last day of this month and yet it just doesn’t seem like it. Just think of it, years ago this would be an approach of winter, a welcome to the chill and adieu to the monsoons but this is all so bizarre. Yesterday the temperature was 35’C and the humidity up to 80% here. There is of course no sign of monsoon let alone the winters approaching.
How peculiar it is that just weeks ago the city was all flooded and the dam gates were about to open submerging the city even more and now just the reverse has happened. What can one do? It is all nature, right?
It’s like even the time wants to go back in reverse. But it ain’t going to happen.
Everything that we have done has affected our beautiful nature and will continue to do so unless we take a step to change it. What’s done is done but at least we can amend the future. We can stop doing what we did and take an affirmative step ahead. Wouldn’t that be great?
So, today I get up in the morning, grab a cup of coffee and pick up the newspaper from the door. I know, it sounds bit too old and orthodox, who reads news still in the newspaper where the world is full of bullet news and tablets and mobile friendly news and news-apps; well for starters I do.
And here I smelt the well-known scent and noticed the black ink already imprinted on my fingers. There were a lot of things to attract one’s mind, “Women of steel with dreams of gold” or “Kashmir valley curfew lifted after 52 days” but there was something else that captured me in such a way that I couldn’t circumvent it. It was an article in TOI, “Daddy dearest” by Bikram Vohra.
I felt it was kind of funny and too apt to be true. The article is based on how a husband would initially take up all the responsibility for his wife and his new born and then slowly retreats from it. So by the time he has a third child he almost feels he has no accountability towards the household.
For the record, it has always been like this. A husband pampers his pregnant wife and then takes care of his new born until he gets tired but then slowly he gets tired of the nappy changing and the cries that hinder his sleep.
But has anyone ever thought of the poor woman who is always stuck with every inch of the responsibility of the children and even the household, despite the fact that her partner was in the same fault as her so as to conceive 3 children. What about her friends, her job, her leisure time? Doesn’t she get tired of everything? Isn’t she allowed to lose her temper for once and leave everything on someone else? Why is it always that a woman has to put up a sacrifice? Of course the children are to be raised properly and when the husband does not show up the woman is stuck with everything. She has to do it by hook or by crook.
Even women want to be liberated sometimes and for once not to worry if her daughter is crying or what her in-laws might be doing or what to make for dinner, but there are hardly any chances for her.
Is it all predated that a woman is to look after the household chores and yet not be respected and cherished while a man has to just earn and have fun on Sundays?