DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR PARENTS AND MY PARENTS!

Difference between your parents and my parents? 

Your parents realize you are not settled yet and therefore, must not take stand in front of the evil relatives. My parents care about no one in front of theit big ego. "Usne mujhe aisa sunaya kaise?". Here, "usne" is richer, more powerful and more intelligent than my parents.

Your parents realize career is important and marriage can wait and that it is better to die alone than to be with the wrong guy even for one second. My mother wanted me to get married 18, not to have a career unless husband REALLY wanted me to, and die a house wife with burnt hands. Oh! And she instigates father against me, when I "try to" say to getting married now, that I might not be a virgin... Oops!

You mothers tries to hide her tears so that you can focus on your studies. My mother drags me out of my room everytime the slightest issue occurs, that too because of her own mistake. 

Your parents realize the importance of privacy. My parents enter my room even when I tell them I'm changing. They force to keep a TV set in my room when we already have one in the drawing room and then forcefully, watch TV in my room when I study. Oh! And then they say, "Ae khali bado bado kotha bole je porbe. Kato porbe dekha jaye."

Haha! Funny na? And you hate me! You are jealous of me because I don't know why but somehow you think I am really lucky.

HINDI

         Bengalis are going extinct under the weight of Hindi(not Hindu, read properly) and no one is even caring. "You are a Bengali? Speak in Hindi."

"You completed your education in English? Speak in Hindi."

"Oh! You are an Adivasi? I am going to beat you to Hindi."

"Shhh! That's a Tamilian. Let us hide from him the fact, that Tamil is older than Sanskrit, so that he can be subdued by us."

         They say that Hindi is the identity of India. A culture, which has time and again, taught that language doesn't matter as long as your conscience is alive, is being called a Hindi-culture.

       Remember Sant Eknath of Maharashtra? Dude! Even his son, Hari Pandit, went against him for teaching the Puranas in Marathi. Even then, they judged against non-Sanskrit speakers. But what happened? Eknath turned out to be equal to a thousand brahmans.

        Today too, when most "Hindi-protectors" can't speak Sanskrit themselves, they are making Hindi (a so-called descendent of Sanskrit) their language of destruction. You may say that all these are political strategies for parties. Well, then why did I get called "Angrez" and "Anti-national" on using some English words during the casual conversation I was having?

        Hindi-speakers chide you for using "Chaddo" if you are not Punjabi. But they force Hindi upon people from other language backgrounds. They make fun of Bengali speakers. They are disgusted by the Dravidian languages. North-Eastern languages are Chinese to them. And if you don't speak in Hindi, you are not Indian. Yes, a 2-century old language is the language of a million years old civilization.

        Sorry to hurt you, dear and not dear Hindi-lovers, but you ain't doing any good job by speaking in Hindi. Bihar has already lost its linguistic identity because of Hindi being forced upon them. Bhojpuri and Maithili used to have their own scripts, but they are brushed aside as being just dialects of Hindi. They even say Rajasthani is a dialect of Hindi and that Hanuman Chalisa is in Hindi.(Apparently, even Awadhi, which is older than Hindi, is now a dialect of Hindi.) Save Bihar, Rajasthan and the rest of India from the attack of Hindi. Say no to Hindi and Save India.

Edit #1:

           Wanted to add some lines by Rabindranath Tagore on Hindi, “Whatever the national convenience of a language that can facilitate inter-cultural communication in our country, it remains a mere convenience and cannot replace the value of one’s native tongue as a vehicle of intimate self-expression.

            I have in my institution at Santiniketan provision for the teaching of Hindi as well as Urdu."

Edit #2:

Also, India is the fastest language-losing nation on earth. The UNESCO lists 197 Indian languages as endangered or vulnerable, more than any other country. According to the PLS, we have lost 50 languages in the past five decades. That means murdering of an entire Indian culture just because the people in power were from Hindi-background!

My Youtube Video on Hindi : https://bit.ly/3LNXiZT

THEY DIDN'T LET ME BE ANGRY

I was just scolded for being hurt by my mother's indifference to my health. I have been down with cold for almost two weeks now and she still worries about which next saree to buy. 

But while pondering over all these, something dawned upon me. Not regarding my cold, but about me being allowed to get angry.

All my life I have been called out for being angry, by my mother, sister, father and others. I know that I am scared to get angry and self-deprecate whenever I get angry on just anyone. They hurt me, I get pissed off and then start cursing myself for becoming angry. It is so because all my life whenever I got angry, either of the following happened.

1) I was told that there is nothing to get angry about.

2) I was told that I was over-reacting and probably, for attention.

3) I was called prideful and sometines, even egoistic.(Meet me in real life! Haha!)

4) I was told that I have no right to be angry because it was all my fault.

5) None, and I mean none, ever stood for me that my feelings are real and justified.

So, there you go, with all my bruises, all my scars. I think I am doing a good job seeing all that I had to go through and still am going through.(I still live with my family.) But now, I realize I am a human and WILL make mistakes but I can't possibly be wrong ALL THE TIME!

THE BREAKING OF INDIA - PART 2

So today, I had a partial emotional breakdown going on over the Bengali, non-Bengali row in Sushant Singh Rajput's murder case, in front of an old friend and firstly, she ignored and then replied with a "hmmm".

I was speechless for a while. 

No, I know, she didn't insult me or something but her reply shows her privilege. She was silent over the anti-Muslim and anti-Christian incidents surging in India. At one point, we thought that the situation would never get so bad but it did. Why me, dear friend? Why me? I am a Hindu. And I, too, want Sushant to get justice. Then why?

If you think this "hmmm" won't turn to "Bengalis are not equal to us.", you are seriously wrong.

Mark my words, a genocide is pending. Learn to read history patterns...

Dear friend, now all those comments of yours over why reservation should end as it spreads communalism, seems fake, seems hypocritical. 

YOU  DON'T END RESERVATION TO END COMMUNALISM; YOU END COMMUNALISM TO END RESERVATION...

Take it from me, a general class girl...

Depression Diary! - Part 2

Nothing is the same after you enter life's "depression" phase from "being the carefree kid with big ambitions" phase. Yeah, you eat normally, breathe normally, have cravings and mood swings and every other normal human thing. But then again, nothing is the same again.

Depression makes you observant. You better notice people's hypocrisy, especially of the ones closer to you. You see how "Go vegan" is just a non-veg hater's inferiority complex and not any care for animals' lives. You see how your friends just pretend to be secular and liberal and only blame others for their extremist beliefs. You realize that the ones who claim that you are their best friend are actually the ones that want to see you fall. 

 

Other than these painful things, depression has a beauty to it too. It makes you a romantic. It makes you a lover of poems and shayari and music and other art. And suddenly, after some couples of years in you depression bed, you realize its cushions are better than the cushions of normalcy. And you want to stay here more, just like the songlines "Mainu pinjre de vich qaid kara, mai na udhna chahva. Je mai bahar nikla te mainu maar dengi hava va." by Gurnazar.

And after Dwelling in the darkness of depression for a long time, when somehow the door to happiness opens, you are scared of stepping out that door. No, not because you are now used to deppression, but because the creatures, that sent you to the dungeon of depression, are still lurking out there, waiting to prey, on you. 

Ending with an observation of mine. Some people are so damn lucky 'cause when I publish my blogs and show them, they won't believe it's true, that it's made up. Well! I hope it never becomes true for you. It shall be my gift to you.