The Life You Envy

            "Or pora, pora. Amar kaaj kaaj noye?"

English : "Her studies are studies; my work isn't work?"

        These words came out the mouth of my elder sister, my own elder sister, when she had to cook simple rice and pulses for a few days as our mother was sick. My sister, who boasts to have cooked chicken and biryani and what not while she was in hostel for 5 years while studying, said those words.

       Let me introduce us both. My sister is a 9:30 to 6 working individual, presently working from home(COVID days). And I know not what kind of an office she works in because I see her talking with her alleged Muslim boyfriend, lying in bed during work hours, and then her boss calls exactly when we need her (And you know what? I ain't even exaggerating.). Oh! Alleged bf because we doubt them but she denies anddddd because we happen to be a right wing Hindu family.

        And then here I am. A fresh graduate on market, who did her graduation in pure science, so she can't bag a job immediately. I had 2 options - study further or prepare for the competitive. Of course, I chose the latter because parents refused to pay for higher studies! Tadaaa...

       So, here we are. My sister, with her studies complete and a fixed 9:30 to 6 job (God! So boring. Can I simply write 9 to 5? You'll get the point, right?) and me, working a 5-hour part-time job, 3-hour coaching class, studying current affairs, wih no prior knowledge or interest in knowing what the capital of some remote African country is. And if you have prepared or are preparing for any government exam, you know how much time a day it takes.

       So, my sister (1) being the elder one,

(2) being the one who lived outside our house for 5 years, 'cause I didn't,

(3) being the one who can give more time to household chores,

(4) being the one who always boasts of her skills and qualities and

(5) being the one who, along with mother and father, always makes me feel worthless and a burden on Dear Earth, 

I assumed I would do 30% of work and she would do 70% of the work now that our mother is sick(actually, claims to be sick).

       But then those words came. And then I started doing 60% of work. And I hoped the words would stop. But they didn't. Now, coupled with mother's words, I have to work 80%, along with the afore mentioned conditions and still no respect! Wow! Hurray to the sins I committed in my last life that led me to this life.

       So, if any of my real life friend is reading this, here is the life of mine that you envy so rigorously. Bye!

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...