Religious Old Fanatic Men:Saviors of our culture.....

This post is dedicated to all the old men who think they are the sole protectors of our society and keep saying, "Its my way or the highway". This morning, I was put into a session, where one old guy was talking about some outdated moral science lessons. He was talking about this "IT Culture" that Chennaites are obsessed with. He was talking on Saturday night parties as if it its a ghastly cannibalistic ritual. Anyways, thats the way Chennaites will talk, because for them "Pissing in public is Indian culture and kissing in public is western culture". For them, a CM living with three wives is fine, but if Shreya Saran turns up in an evening gown before him, its a criminal offence to our centuries old "Culture".

Coming back to old men, I came across this guy, who is this Ayyappa Guru, who supposedly guides new devotees through the pilgrimage. He was advising me on why intercaste marriages are bad for Indian society. He took an example and said that when giving commentary on the darshans, he says "All the devotees are equal before Ayyapa" because its nice to hear and he gets paid for that. In reality, he thinks otherwise. He thinks only brahmins possess good values, traditions and lifestyle. So, they should not marry non-brahmins or they will loose all these and will become like the "others". I don't mind this self-gratification that people do with their communities, religion, etc... but all this doesn't mean much to a women like me, because religions and other shadowed elements are used as tools to "keep women where they belong".

In the end, its hypocrites like these all around the world, who make some people believe that they are lesser than equals.

My cute little squeaker

 From the moment I got used to pigeon babies, this was a usual routine. I would wait till the pigeon couple played around in the window. Finally one day, the lady would be sitting over the nest area and staring into oblivion. Poor gal, she had a lot of patience. I would keep peeping and disturbing her to check on the eggs. After a couple of weeks, finally a cute chick would come out. First day, it would be so tiny that it will be just one fourth of your palm.Then the second one will come out. After a week, you can hear them squeaking.


 One of the most cutest baby I have seen is this cute squeaker in our bedroom window. It had a mix of black and grey feathers. So, we used to call it kappu (tamil word for black) kutta (mallu for little one). It used to keep squeaking and its mom would be nudging it and telling it to keep quiet (a pigeon way of telling "keep quiet or the demons will come and get you"). But our Kutta loved squeaking, and finally the demon (I) took it inside to play with it :). Even when Kutta was bought inside the bedroom, it would continue yapping. Whereas its elder sis was so quiet that we thought she was dumb. But she let out a small squeak once, to our delight.


Another time, when I put Kappu back to its nest, after a couple of minutes I heard some squeaks. When I went there, Kappu made it back to the bedroom! Unlike other pigeon babies, who are scared to be close to humans, Kappu was rather inquisitive and enjoyed our company. We even got some grains especially for Kutta. The mom would then give the grain picking tutorial to the kids. Kutta had this unique way of flapping its wings and pecking grains.


One fine day, it flew away like all the other babies, leaving me with sweet memories.