THE SOUP SONG OF A “REAL” MAN

Let me start with a story. As usual. Like all young fools in the world. I too had a love

story. Like all young fools in the world, I too believed it was special. Like all young fools in

the world, I too believed it to ‘live happily everafter’ . like all young fools in the world I too

had a breakup story. Like all young fools in the world I too realized I was a fool.

Like all young fools in the world, I too sat down with a bottle and a smoke to drown my

sorrows. Like all young fools I too had a “best friend” to share my sorrows and my bottle

(the latter more importantly than the former).

The amazingly insightful and knowledgeable ‘best friend’ put his arms around my

shoulder and told me

“I know she is a bitch man! Go ahead and crib your heart out. Cause that’s what ‘men’ do!”

And so under the Guidance of my best mate and the blessings of soup boy goddhanush.

I sit down to write my first soup song.

Friends, gals and fellow soup-boys

I come here not to praise my relationship but to bury it.

If my girlfriend ( if I can call her that anymore) had betrayed me then it definitely is a

grevious fault, but I doubt if putting facts on the table and parting as friends,shaking

hands could be termed betrayal. Yet, my friend tells me that she betrayed me and that I

should rip her apart with words cause thats what men do. So I will do it

Cause I am a man

I remember the day we met, when the world was busy judging me on looks she was able

to look through the physical and judge me based on my intellect like a true matured

individual

But today I must judge her on her one action and call her a bitch;

Cause thats what men do.

And I am a man!

I remember our elongated debates through which she taught me to look at the world

from a different perspective.

But I must forget her lesson today and look at her from my perspective alone and call her

a traitor

Cause thats what men do

And I am a man!

I remember the first kiss. When she kissed me just to show me that physical intimacy is

nothing compared to the pleasures of intellectual intimacy.

But today I must call her a whore

Cause thats what men do

And I am a man!

I recollect the pains she took to search through my entire personality, intimidations, fears

and weaknesses to identify my talent for words and make me put pen to paper.

But today I must use the writing skill that she identified to abuse her

Cause thats what men do

And I am a man!

I remember the days when we sit next to each other without exchanging a single world.

Each engrossed in a book and yet in the evening, split with the satisfaction of talking for

several hours

Yet I must accuse her cheating me with her ever so kind words

Cause thats what men do

And I am a man!

I have neither the wit,nor words nor worth to question the millions of ‘men’ for exhibiting

‘manhood’ by claiming to

Kill her ;slash her ;burn her ; abuse her.

But I just confess my inability to indulge in any such deeds there by proving myself a

hypocrite. The only thing I see myself fit to do is convey a big

Thank you.

For everything she was,is and could have been in my life.

 

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OMG! I AM A RAKSHASA!

Every hero becomes a super hero only based on the villain he faces.

There can be no BATMAN without JOKER
There can be no SHERLOCK without MORIARTY.
There can be no BAASHA without ANTONY.
The greatest villain is a prerequisite to create the greatest heroes. The greatest antagonist of ancient Indian literature is unequivocally the ten headed rakshasa, “RAAVAN”.

I heard the Ramayana for the zillionth time from my sixth grade teacher. Like any middle school teacher she explained the story in an animated tone with exaggerated gestures in a futile attempt to catch the class’s attention. As she reached the AARANYA KAANDAM, she introduced the antagonist of the epic as:

“Thus entered the ten headed raavan, the head of rakshasas”

Surprised at seeing my hand rising up, she stopped her story and asked me what my question was.
“Maam, who are the rakshasas?” I asked her.

In her attempt to make the description memorable for me she raised her eyebrows, widened her eyes and bellowed

“they are huge ,dark skinned creatures who lived in the southern part of the Indian subcontinent”. With her corpulent figure, dusky complexion my teacher matched her own description of a rakshasa. Hailing from tamil nadu I realized that I lived in the rakshasa heart land. I looked around my class to find more than 50% of the class conforming to the “rakshasa” description. I ran to the rest room,stared at the mirror to find a dark creature staring back at me. It was at that moment I realized

“OMG! I am  a rakshasa!”

WHO IS A RAKSHASA?

After several years of futile attempts to find my hidden rakshasa powers and searching through my family heirlooms for the pushpaka vimana,  I diverted my concentration towards finding out who these rakshasas really were.

Valimiki describes rakshasas as the dark skinned cannibals who practiced black magic. It has always been a common practice worldwide for the victorious to defame the vanquished by calling them ‘names’. The rakshasas were the as much human as you and me. They where the forefathers of the Dravidian race that flourishes in the major chunk of south India and Lanka to this day.

The rakshasas were fierce warriors and protectors of the Dravidian society. The protection of the forests which were an integral part of their society was one of their most important duties. When the Aryan rishis trespassed into their forests and started disturbing the eco systems in the name of yajnas the rakshasas were bound by duty to interrupt them, but the great Valimiki depicts the rakshasas as warmongers who disturb the peaceful rishis for fun.

Through various evidence prominent throughout the Ramayana, it becomes obvious that Valimiki refers to the tamizh speaking Dravidian clan as “rakshasas”.

RAVANA THE TYRANT OR BENEVOLANT?

dussehra

The death of the ten headed Ravana is celebrated in different forms throughout the Indian sub continent. Dussera and diwali, the most important hindu festivals essentially mark the end of the of Ravana’s reign. Ironically the rakshasas ie the tamilians who were supposedly saved from Ravana by the benevolent ram do not celebrate the death of Ravana in any form.

The mighty empire of Lanka was a much more advanced state as compared to the small princely state of Ayodhya. The glory is elucidated by Valimiki himself through the words of hanuman

prahR^iSTaa muditaa la.nkaa matta dvipa samaakulaa |
mahatii ratha sampuurNaa rakSo gaNa samaakulaa ||

dR^iDha baddha kavaaTaani mahaaparighavanti ca |
chatvaari vipulaanyasyaa dvaaraaNi sumahaanti ||

tatreshhuupayantraaNi balavanti mahaanti cha |
aagatam para sainyam tais tatra pratinivaaryate ||

The great Lanka was rejoiced and gayful, full of elephants in rut, abounding in chariots and inhabited by gangs of ogres.

Four fairly big and extensive gates are fitted with strong doors along with huge beams for locking those gates.

Strong and mighty ballista capable of hurling darts and stones have been attached to them. The enemy troops which arrive there are warded off by those catapults at the very gates
THE WOMEN

There are two powerful female characters in the Ramayana who create the motivation for the actions of both the protagonist and the antagonist

SITA

SOORPANKA

The contrasting characteristics of Sita and Soorpanaka are the reflection of the contradicting status of women in the Aryan and the so called “rakshasa” Dravidian land.

SOORPANKA was the younger sister of Ravana and a widow. Ill treatment of widows is even today prevalent in some of the remote regions of the country but Ravana appointed Soorpanka to rule the parts of the mainland in his stead.
When she encountered the young ram, she approached him and proposed marriage , this is a incident always explained in a bad sense in conventional discussions, but this incident elucidates the freedom of women in the rakshasa society and the prevalence of widow remarriage in the so called “tyrant” Ravana’s rule

SITA on the other hand is supposedly the epitome of chastity. She lead her entire life as an “obedient wife” (so much for gender equality) but at the end of the day was asked to jump into the fire to prove her loyalty to her husband (the crazy concept that the ignition temperature of a women’s body would be higher than temperature of fire if she is loyal to her husband!)

Comparing the status of the two women any imbecile would be jump to the logical conclusion that the life of Soorpanka(the so called rakshasi) was in a much better state than SITA who had jump into the fire for a husband whose biggest achievement in life was to live with a single wife(every tom dick and harry is able to do it today!)

The contribution by great kambar:
As  I mentioned earlier it is not a wonder that the Aryan poet Valimiki called the defeated Dravidians as “RAKSHASAS”  but the “great” kambar with his ingenious mastery over chaste tamizh translated the Valimiki Ramayana. So impeccable was his work that he succeeded in making the “RAKSHASAS” (tamilians) believe that they are the demons of the world!

(The success of Valimiki and kambar is the driving force for bollywood stars like SRK to make cheesy movies mocking the tamilians, releasing it in Chennai and expecting a houseful show.)

CONCLUSION

Did the Ramayana really happen?
This is a question that we may never know the answer to, but the locales, characters and their ethnicity are exaggerations of ancient civilizations that were very much real. The Ramayana is the standing proof of a great kingdom that existed in the south, a society that flourished in wealth and social values. Values like equality and freedom that eludes women of India even today. So the next time anybody narrates the Ramayana to you remember that it is not a story of personal feud, but rather a clash of two societies. The defeated society was in every way as glorious (if not better) than the victorious.
#RAKSHASA #PROUD

Just Good Friends

One day! when the world is a better place to live in.One day! when the minds of men broadens from a brook to an ocean.One day! when the chains of women are truly broken.One day! when men realize that a girl is not a pet dog for you to protect.One day! when it dawns on men and women alike that women are perfectly equal individuals who can handle their own mind and body.

One day! when girls learn to Reject stud looking jackasses and give a chance to sober looking yet real ‘men’. One day! when insecure boyfriends realize that loyalty can only be earned and not bought/commanded/demanded.One day! when guys understand that
‘Friends’ are definitely not desperate guys waiting to ‘fuck’ your girl.That day!

Only That day! My dear! you and me can be what we want to be
Until then;a guy and a girl can never be

“Just good friends”

 Yours lovingly

One true friend