1 am Beats.

I honestly do not know for whom does i write on blog and tweet on twitter.

I know my followers are not bloggers and they would not read me.

I can't predict if i will be great writer one day and many media people and admirers would google me and find my old posts abandoned here, or will my children or grand children read the write ups of their mamma's when she was in her twenties.

Now this space is safe, my mum would not find my writings here and there, neither do any relatives, no need to crumble and throw away any .

i also do not have any intention of getting pocket money from adsense, neither will they offer me. Kittata munthiri pulikum.

i am sipping tropicana guava juice now, at this serene time, when the disliked ones gush out of their abodes. A very erratic time.

Am thrilled as i am going to read Orhan Pamuk for the first time, My Name is Red.

I know its too late for lit student to reach Pamuk. Even for books to reach ones hands, there is a prewriten time.
If life was a book, i could have flipped several pages to read my future, at least to know who is my destined partner, many would do so, i am sure, they don't accept it though. A formidable truth!
I am sad that i don't have one to share stories i read or watch. A keen interested listener will be preferable.

see, today me n my friend sreethi was discusing, how we literature students are critical while reading n watching movies.

A casual reading, watching and savouring an art piece is beyond our will. We have been trained to do so, to read between the lines. I despise my sister being lucky to do casual reading all time, she is an economist even then, reads novels more than i do, that too, a light-casual reading. i don't know exactly why she ordered Midnight's Children and Imaginary Homelands of Rushdie from Flipkart.

I spend time before being here now, by watching the film Matroobhumi -  A Nation without Women, directed by Manish Jha, produced by Boney Kapoor, actors- Tulip Joshi and Sushant singh, there are many male actors too, can't name them and even if i have to, i don't know their names, hehe.


i did not watch this one, with critical eyes, i was not able to.
The story is set in a village of Madhya Pradesh. The movie began by showing a father of a new born girl child, drowning her in a vast vessel full of milk, that too on the day she was born, this was the result of dowry system.


The next slot, shows a scenario far different from this and in a way the opposite- that is no girls/women available for men to get married to.

In the midst of the film, the father with the help of a rogue priest accidentaly finds a good girl Kalki for his eldest son Rakesh.
Kalki was brought up hidden from other occupants of the village or any human, concerning her safety and life.

The father of five, Ramcharan goes to see the girl with the priest and his youngest son Sooraj. The father of the to-be-soon-bride-and-victim-of-atrocities dislikes the eldest after having a glance at the photographs of Rakesh, he prefers Sooraj for his daughter. Ramcharan is ready to proceed the wedding of his son at any cost. In their village it has been 15 years since a wedding was hosted, as girls were not let to live, the adversity led to demand for girls and the family of girls got big amount of money and cows as dowry from the bridegroom's family. Ramcharan offered a sum of 1 lakh, but Kalki's father did not give a positive nod. Ramcharan, on the way back to home, suddenly got a beastly idea, an ancient one, one the puranas highlighted- to proceed marriage of Kalki with his five sons. Gave Kalki's father 5 lakh and five cows as dowry.

Kalki and Sooraj

The night of wedding was of disputes. Father Ramcharan also want to sleep with Kalki- his daughter in law, on the first day itself (his wife was dead years back). Each day was assigned for father and sons in an hierarchical order. Panchali had better fate than Kalki. Kalki was loved only by Sooraj. Only Sooraj was humane to her. She liked to spend moments with him. Other brothers hated and plans to kill Sooraj, not because they loved Kalki, they just went to her room only for their sexual relief. Kalki was doomed. She tries to elope, gets caught, chained, becomes pregnant, none knows whose child is in her womb. Then some events come in stroll, leading the story to end after some beatings, rifle shootings etc, and with delivery of Kalki, giving birth without any assistance, to a GIRL child.
Alas!
okay...time for me to leave.
Need to engage with Pamuk's novel.

Oops, it is 2 am. See, the time fly like rocket when i write. I sip guava juice...burp!