Concept of Consent

I am a person who rarely gets into an argument in social media platform. One thing being half the population are stupid and stubborn. I mostly listen and smile.

But the last day a friend posted a video of a interview bit with a politician in Kerala. This guy, Mr P C George, more or less who has been in the news for his ‘populist’, ‘machoistic’ views on matters of interests doesn’t have any political party but he has been able to stand at the right places and take the right positions to stay in the limelight

The interviewer, more of a pretty novice, asks him about women’s safety in Indian public spaces during odd hours. He curtly replies ‘ Women from respectable families need not go out in odd hours’.

This was a wildly popular interview clip years ago. The interviewer was a less known pretty lass who looked too eager to please and the TV channel were in look out for attracting some eye balls. So here this guy has come up with a  solution to abuse, defined ‘respectablity’ and solved public safety all in a single go.

Coming back my friend shared this clip with a caption ‘Pwolichu’ a new generation slang for ‘Rocking’ (my generation slang). I was surprised and stunned. I asked her, a post graduate student, what about women who work late nights? There are women who work as menial labourers to top executives who commute late into night. What about them.

I don’t know was the the reply.

I went on to talk to her about this consent the concept of consent and definition of decency. Sad part is women are conditioned to think that men, that too strangers, have the right to abuse their personal space if the compromise on some society-drawn-boundaries on decency. This abuse of personal space have no age barrier and has normalized even rape over these years.

Saying that it is not just indecent looking street guys who abuse a woman. Even decent looking people like I do. But coming into terms with the fact is not easy.

Dumping ground

I had this addiction to porn novels in my teens. They are termed 'small book' in my place. I used to buy and stock them.

Then after many weeks I would decide to turn a good boy and dump them all in the near by wasteland. This cycle would repeat in another few weeks.
This wasteland was owned by a rich guy and the neighborhood used the place to dump all their waste.

I believe we all should have this mental black hole where we can dump all stuff which want to get rid off. Waste will regenerate again but we need a space to dump itta intervals

Petrol story

ഇന്നലെ പെട്രോൾ അടിക്കാൻ കയറിയപ്പോലിറ്ററിന് 88 രൂപ. ഇന്ത്യ- വിൻഡീസ് പരമ്പരയിൽ സെഞ്ചുറി തികയ്ക്കാൻ സാധ്യത ഉണ്ട്
സാങ്കല്പിക കഥാപാത്രങ്ങളുടെ അഭിമാനം കാക്കാൻ നിരത്തിലിറങ്ങുന്ന ലക്ഷങ്ങൾ സ്വന്തം അഭിമാനം/ വരുമാനം/ സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യം സംരക്ഷിക്കാൻ നിരത്തിലിറങ്ങിയിരുന്നെങ്കിൽ നാട് നന്നായേനെ

Happy Friendship Day

Roughly 14 years ago I was in college, trying to gain some acceptance into any one of the groups around. It wasn't an easy thing for an average guy with not enough pedigree or pocket money.

Then out of nowhere senior students barged into our class and beat up a batchmate (that asshole is an IAS officer today). I volunteered to be a witness at the police station. It was the first time I was seeing the insides of a police station.
Looking back it was a turning point for me. New friends, politics, ideology. Things did a 270 degree turn after a couple of years but the memory still remains.
Needless to say after graduation all the rival gangs compromised the case on realization that survival matters more than the politics.

A few days ago I visited a local pub alone. My regular drinking buddy was touring Europe with his wife and I was missing my vodka. The stench of the place is unbearable but you get adjusted in minutes.
After the drinks I was riding my scooter home when I saw police on the curve I was stopped and asked to breathe out and was caught.

I sat morosely at the station as the in-charge asked me to call up a friend as I realized to my horror that I had none.

Guys as a word of advise take pains to cultivate friends. We easily tend to recline into a self-coccoon. But over the years we will not realize all the good times you would have missed .

കൊലക്കയർ

ഇന്ന് ജ്യൂസ് കടയിൽ പത്രം വായിച്ചിരന്നപ്പോ സുഹൃത്തായ പോലീസ് വന്നു
എന്താ വായിക്കുന്നേ?
കൊലക്കയർ.
പാവം ഞങ്ങടെ പയ്യന്മാരാ. പെട്ടു പോയി. സാരമില്ല. ഊരും

ഞാൻ ഈ പാവങ്ങളുടെ ഫോട്ടോ നോക്കി. ശരിയാ കണ്ടാ പറയില്ല

Greener Grass

The early morning, phone rang up with a notification. Probably it's from someone in a different time zone. I hoped it would be a cute chic. But the 'true-caller' claimed it is a old friend from my previous company.

He came from a rural rustic backdrop of Bihar. Someone i have never seen growing up.
He ate most cost effective food, wore the most cost effective dress and travelled the cost effective way in the hope of saving enough.

As luck would have it, he got into a niche technology, worked hard studying it and moved on. I joined what is called the largest bank and took a different turn altogether.

As I was saying his mellow heart cried when he thought others were earning better.
So he pinged me after years and wanted a treat from me.

I asked him where is he at this odd hour

'USA'

'Thank God, i can't give you a treat'

As I listened to his reasons on why I was considered to be luckier i was picturising all the 'right' turns i missed

Irreverent

വർഷങ്ങൾക്കു മുമ്പ്, പെണ്ണുകണ്ട്, നാട് നിരങ്ങി, ചായ കുടിച്ച് നടക്കുന്ന കാലം.
കാണാൻ കൊള്ളാകുന്ന ഒരു പെണ്ണും matrimonial site വരില്ല. അവർ മാർക്കറ്റിൽ വരുന്ന മുമ്പേ already booked ആകും.
പത്തനംതിട്ട അച്ചായത്തിയെ കണ്ടതോർക്കുന്നു. അവളെ കിട്ടാൻ തള്ളിയ തള്ള്.

ഞാൻ പറഞ്ഞു വന്ന വിഷയം അതല്ല. അന്നൊക്കെ അച്ചന്മാരുടെ ഭാര്യമാരെ ശ്രദ്ധിക്കും. എന്നാ glamour. പോരാത്തേനു നല്ല വിവരം. ഞാൻ അലോചിക്കും :ഇവരിതു എങ്ങനെ ഒപ്പിക്കുന്നു.

ഒന്നാലിചച്ചാ stable job, സമൂഹത്തിൽ നല്ല പേര്, കുട്ടികൾക്ക് പഠിക്കാൻ സൗകര്യം, ഇടക്ക് അമേരിക്ക ഗൾഫ് ടൂർ. പിന്നെന്തു വേണം