In Kerala
Kerala #
Suffice to say I deeply resent being in it, being around it and being of it.
I used to think that ambigiouity was the main emotion I felt around Kerala - not being sure what to make of it when I am there, when I am thinking of it, when I am not there.
But no longer - I loathe the place, what it stands for, and how my family behaves when we are in the place.
I know there are people who live quite happily, & in varied states of contentment here but I don't think my family will ever be one of them. At least none of the women in my family.
I find myself nipping drinks when evening rolls around, and the women in the family gather around the box spewing idiot serialised notions of women sacrificising their tears, sweat, and histrionics to uphold the honor of their family
& when the men in the family sneak off for clandestine 'family visits' to random relatives homes to have a few 'pegs'.
I do not resent the fact that the men in the family, (which I am ashamed to say, now includes my brother - who really seems to have deteriorated into a 'first class & proud to be Mal Mallu' - complete with the shooting down on any detours from the tried and tested mal path with a 'I am not sure we can do that ... because it just is not done here' bullshit - UGH¬!)
So my gripe is I am not resenting the fact that the men in the family can go out and have fun, I resent the fact that the women in the family seem not to and seem to think they can not!!!
I resent the fact that when I reached home, my sister was dressed in a bloody dowdy housecoat with an ugly coarse BLACK scarf, never mind that it was Calvin Klein & tying under her chin like she was bloody 6 years old¬!!!!
What it is about having uncomfortable designer wear & not knowing how to use it well!
It's like on top of being sick & unable to care for herself, she was dressed in the ugliest outfit ever!
My sister has improved leaps and bounds and has taken charge of most of her functions.
She's dressing to her style & looking gorgeous - and I am not just saying that because I have to, for I have never found her attractive but suddenly her skin is glowing and her smiles are wider!
I have torn my dad and my brother a couple of new ones and for really, this whole definition of being a proud nadan as being a MAn who enjoys the machoisitc bonding of other full mustachioed hairy men, and who mournfully claim that they did not enjoy themselves for they have a sick child at home, never mind that the supposedly 'sick child' is doing everything herself, has got to STOP!
I mean, for frack's sake, have a couple of drinks and go out to Kumarokam if you want to, but do not go around answering phones with a dreary attitude and telling all and sundry that 'oh what New Year's, because of my sick child, we didn't enjoy that much'
That and this comment on my cousin's essay on the Handicapped from some half literate English Teacher at my cousin's Vidhyadi Raja High School (???).
"One of the most important thing you must remember about the handicapped is that they suffer from an inferiority complex because they can not do what we can do"
I mean, WHAT THE FRACK????
Which strange universe are these people living in?
Suffice to say I deeply resent being in it, being around it and being of it.
I used to think that ambigiouity was the main emotion I felt around Kerala - not being sure what to make of it when I am there, when I am thinking of it, when I am not there.
But no longer - I loathe the place, what it stands for, and how my family behaves when we are in the place.
I know there are people who live quite happily, & in varied states of contentment here but I don't think my family will ever be one of them. At least none of the women in my family.
I find myself nipping drinks when evening rolls around, and the women in the family gather around the box spewing idiot serialised notions of women sacrificising their tears, sweat, and histrionics to uphold the honor of their family
& when the men in the family sneak off for clandestine 'family visits' to random relatives homes to have a few 'pegs'.
I do not resent the fact that the men in the family, (which I am ashamed to say, now includes my brother - who really seems to have deteriorated into a 'first class & proud to be Mal Mallu' - complete with the shooting down on any detours from the tried and tested mal path with a 'I am not sure we can do that ... because it just is not done here' bullshit - UGH¬!)
So my gripe is I am not resenting the fact that the men in the family can go out and have fun, I resent the fact that the women in the family seem not to and seem to think they can not!!!
I resent the fact that when I reached home, my sister was dressed in a bloody dowdy housecoat with an ugly coarse BLACK scarf, never mind that it was Calvin Klein & tying under her chin like she was bloody 6 years old¬!!!!
What it is about having uncomfortable designer wear & not knowing how to use it well!
It's like on top of being sick & unable to care for herself, she was dressed in the ugliest outfit ever!
My sister has improved leaps and bounds and has taken charge of most of her functions.
She's dressing to her style & looking gorgeous - and I am not just saying that because I have to, for I have never found her attractive but suddenly her skin is glowing and her smiles are wider!
I have torn my dad and my brother a couple of new ones and for really, this whole definition of being a proud nadan as being a MAn who enjoys the machoisitc bonding of other full mustachioed hairy men, and who mournfully claim that they did not enjoy themselves for they have a sick child at home, never mind that the supposedly 'sick child' is doing everything herself, has got to STOP!
I mean, for frack's sake, have a couple of drinks and go out to Kumarokam if you want to, but do not go around answering phones with a dreary attitude and telling all and sundry that 'oh what New Year's, because of my sick child, we didn't enjoy that much'
That and this comment on my cousin's essay on the Handicapped from some half literate English Teacher at my cousin's Vidhyadi Raja High School (???).
"One of the most important thing you must remember about the handicapped is that they suffer from an inferiority complex because they can not do what we can do"
I mean, WHAT THE FRACK????
Which strange universe are these people living in?
3 comments:
Looks great!! As such we all are handicaps! or caped!!
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Oh god....that's the biggest thing that I hate about going back to India - the way my family regresses and tries to force uneccessary traditions and tules down our throats, knowing full well if we were home that they would never ask that of us.
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