Sunday, March 15, 2015

The bruised Godddess

He could not take his eyes of her radiant face; all though they lacked colours, there was something that fascinated him.   He decided to use brown shades for her eyebrow that would complement the hair. He knew this is going to be one of his finest art works. She had well set sharp little eyes. He cautiously painted the eyelashes that only added to her charm.

When the guys at arts club decided to decorate the Durga Pandal after school hours, she knew she would have to return home alone. The sun had set, and the colour of the fading sunset to darkness scared her. Reportedly her city was unsafe for girls.  She took a cab even though her home was only twenty minutes to walk from the Highway.  Fear lingered in her little eyes and tension gulped her face. 

The last stroke gave the perfect sharpness to the face. His daughter had designed the nose ring that he carefully fixed at the edge of the nose. The face seemed perfect. And he stared at the pale lips clueless of the shades for them and kept it incomplete for the final phase.

His stare was very uncomfortable. She could see him glare at her through the side mirror. She kept her gaze down hoping to reach home soon, until he changed the road and raced the vehicle. In no time few other men hacked into the vehicle and covered her mouth. She was helpless, Could neither scream for help or save her from their tight grip. 

He cautiously drew altar patterns on her right hand. Traditionally, every year he had reserved this special red Sari for his most special idol. He draped it across the idol and polished the jewels before final dressing.  He gave the final touch to the Sudarshan chakra in one of her hands and gently placed the Trishul in the other. The Goddess looked complete now besides the smile that he had delayed to paint.

Blood stains blotted her sky-blue uniform and red dark bruises scarred her right hand. She could not move. She looked helplessly at the distant road, they had fled.  She repented at her futile attempts at fighting back to the devils. If only she had the command. She cried. But no one heard. The loud garba songs echoed in the air.

The final shade at her lips completed the idol.  He gave them a thick red lining at the border and finished until they had the sparkly gloss he sought. However hard he tried to paint the smile, she looked lifeless.

What he expected to be his best work, failed at the end.

courtesy : http://www.thehindu.com/features/the-yin-thing/goddess-under-attack/article5129205.ece

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The night decision

Half of our life is spent in figuring out what next; what next after school, and then after college. What next after achieving the dream job  and then the story continues until in the other half you realize what not could have be done instead of worrying.  The worst part is when you exactly know what should be done next, and you are helpless due to many other insignificant factors.

You wish to go a solo trip, but parents think that is too outward. You wish to cut your hair short but that isn't traditional, you might wish to marry the guy you love, but then he isn't a Brahman. You love the job you do, but you have night shifts. By the time you make your decision after the entire filtering process you are unsure of your own decisions.

For me when the recruiter said this is going to a job profile where you cannot expect a comfortable 8 am to 5 pm soar your legs type of job, I was only excited. I did not know this had more challenges than the technical ones. The Gupta Aunty wondered if I work in a BPO since I went to office at odd hours, Chotu asked if I have the funky Headset like they have in the call centers, and the girl on the second floor decided not to work in IT Company just because she has seen me working in odd shifts.

At a workplace where you know you love the job , you are sure you will be safe and sound until you reach home, moreover you are happy at what you are doing  , Why should the  ‘night shift taboo’ affect your decision.

The day, I realized I have to occasionally work in night shifts, I was terrified as well.  For me people worked during nights were the call center public. An Engineer hardly does. But thanks to the idea of outsourcing and we will work for any country attitude of our fellowmen, night shifts are cool. 

My mom was worried what it would do to my health, my dad worried the safety and both worried about the girl working in night shift taboo.  I knew if I denied this opportunity they might assign me a day project, but I could have missed something I really wanted to learn. I might not be able to practically witness what I had learnt in the technical books.   I decided now when I have the freedom to choose, and experiment I should try this. It might turn out to be a not so good decision, but I would hardly lose anything. And here I am writing this post after a good day of sleep after returning from my last night shift of this month

Sometimes once or twice in a month I have to do the 10 pm -7 am shifts. I do agree it is not advised to work regularly in this timing; however one should at least try it once in life. For working at peace without your boss around is a fortune indeed. When you work in night shift you make friends with the canteen guy, the receptionist, realize that the vending machine is your best friend and the half hour nap break is heaven. That feeling of returning home at the comfort of your cab when others rush to get the 8.58 train is indeed one worth the devilish smile. 

Sometimes, taking risks to take your own decision is not bad at all .Just like the one you will find it here

Disclaimer :  These are solely my views, Your views may contradict mine. That's okay . After all we all have own unique viewpoints.