Wednesday, 8 March 2017

The Vagina Goddess

There, once, lived a princess. Her name was Sati. She was the daughter of Prajapati (King) Daksha. Like many women of her age, Princess Sati was fascinated with the idea of a strange God called Shiva. She had heard he was the God of male fertility. She had also heard that he smoked weed, meditated in the Great Mount Kailash and dwelled in crematoriums.
The more she thought about it, the more fascinated she became. Her fascination led to a desperate desire to meet the Demon God. So she put her heart and soul into meditation.

Impressed by her relentless efforts, Shiva visits Sati. When the dainty princess sees the barbarian God with those ripped muscles and angular face, she goes weak in the knees! The powerful aura about him is simply irresistible. He is the finest specimen of manhood she had ever seen. And the wise righteousness of Gods, what more could a girl desire?!

King Daksha was not in favour of the match as he despised Shiva. However, after much controversy, Sati wed Shiva. She accompanied her husband to Mt. Kailash (present day, Tibet), where they lived like hermits and ate only fruits. Meanwhile, Daksha was fuming with rage. That barbarian stole his daughter! A princess, who had never known anything beyond luxury, was compelled to live like a hermit! That demon was brainwashing his daughter!
So, Daksha organizes a yagna (a fire ritual), to which he invites all Gods and Goddesses, except Shiva and Sati. Despite Shiva's reluctance to go uninvited, he succumbs to the pleas of his innocent wife. At the yagna, the couple were subject to very hostile treatment. Sati could not tolerate such disgrace and humiliation to her husband. Holding herself responsible, she immolates herself in the purifying flames of Agni (Fire God) as a form of penance.

Shiva is tremendously infuriated by the traumatic death of his beloved wife. In a surge of rage, he beheads Daksha and replaces it with a goat's head. Shiva's legendary anger could not be call to reason. He carried Sati on his shoulders and performed the dance of destruction - Tandav Nritya. Everything in his path met destruction.
The other Gods, horrified by such widespread destruction, called in the divine intervention of Lord Vishnu. Vishnu used  his divine wheel, the Sudarshan Chakra, that cut through Sati's body and parts of her body fell across the Indian subcontinent, the holy land.
A Shakti Peeth (sacred spot) was formed at each of those places where Sati's body parts had fallen. There are 51 such Shakti Peeth-s (49 in India and 2 in Tibet and Pakistan )

The Kamaksha Temple, in Assam (North-East India), is one of the Shakti-peeth.
Legend has it that Sati, often, met Shiva here, secretly. The name Kamaksha comes from the word Kama, meaning sexual bond (also associated with the female genital). The Goddess Kamaksha is symbolically represented as a stone Yoni (the female genital). The stone Yoni is kept in the inner sanctum of the shrine.

With the oncoming monsoon, the Yoni - which is fed by an underground natural spring, gets partially submerged and the spring water begins to flow above the stone. Since it was the lower cervix of Sati that had fallen at the shrine, it is believed that this upsurge of underground water is Goddess Kamaksha's menses. This geological upsurge of water happens only once, annually, and is celebrated as Ambubuchi. It is the celebration of the Goddess's annual menstrual period. During these five days,  the stone Yoni is wrapped with a red cloth and adorned with flowers and vermillion. The entire shrine seems to be overwhelmed by the colour red and the chant “Prithvi Rajashala Hoi” (Mother Earth is menstruating) is heard everywhere. Pilgrims are not allowed for the first three days. On the third day, the stone Yoni is bathed and buffalo and goat sacrifices are done.
On the last day of the festival, pilgrims are given access to enter and touch the stone Yoni. Each pilgrim is offered the Holy Water of the spring and a piece of the red cloth from the previous year as blessings.

Although Ambubuchi is celebrated for 5 days annually, the Kamaksha shrine is open for visitors throughout the year. The story behind this celebration is liberating and enlightening –one of those rare tales wherein womanhood is celebrated and cherished. The world today needs to learn from the past and understand feminity in its truest sense.

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On a parting note.

We are all born with a purpose in Life. Ironically, finding that purpose is the biggest enigma. All our what-s, where-s, why-s and how-s have both an answer and a reason. Destiny or your own choices - whichever school of thought you abide by, every single day is taking us one step closer to finding that purpose.
When I wrote my first article for Srijan, I was a nobody - new, unknown, struggling to place my identity. Four years from then, even though I am still discovering myself everyday in bits and pieces, still trying to find my calling, still searching for my role in the world - I have come a long way. I know I have miles to go but I am so proud of this journey that I have made. I am proud that I did not give up.
There were as many accomplishments as there were setbacks. One taught me humbleness, the other taught me patience. I have overcome some fears and succumbed to others. One taught me courage, the other taught me that imperfection is individuality. I learnt that being a good person is always more important than being successful. I learnt that responsibilities cannot be imposed and respect cannot be demanded. I leant that some things in Life cannot be taught, you learn them yourself - en route.
I did not realize it happening but looking back at my eighteen year old self, I realize that I have transformed. Over the fat, unopened textbooks, over broken nips of pens, over lost erasers, midnight birthday parties, 3am conversations, meetings and debates - over all those things when my mind was elsewhere - subconsciously, I was changing. And this change has so much to do with all the amazing people I have met over the years - teachers, non-teaching staff, friends, classmates, colleagues, strangers. So many people have played their parts - given me little pieces of themselves. I have combined all of them and this is who I have become - an extension of you, a part of you - a better person - stronger, wiser and kinder.
It is a strange realization that this is my last year on the Editorial Board, that a few months from now I'll be just a fading memory. But before I am completely washed away from the sands of your mind, I want to Thank You. Thank You for being a part of these making years of my Life. Thank You for leaving a mark on my heart. Thank You for witnessing my transformation.

On a parting note, my wish for you is that you continue. Continue to find yourself in the crowd, continue to fight the odds, continue the fire burning inside of you, continue to kill the world with your kindness. Just continue. Do not give up because no matter how impossible, frustrating and cynical it seems, I promise you that in the end, it will all be worth it.

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When my BFF broke up..

You are not a pendulum
You do not have to swing between sides
You do not have a choice to make, because
A choice between the past and the future
 is hardly a choice.

Let it go, my friend.
Be wild, run free.
Do not hold on to imaginary strings
What's gone is gone,
let it be bygone.

It would be a sin to
chain the feet of someone
who breaks the finish-line tape
in races.
It would be a sin to
domesticate someone
who wanders all by herself
ever since she was in eighth.

Do not let anyone tame your spirit,
not even yourself.
Do not be a prisoner of your own conscience.
Do not worry about how hard your heart broke
Remember, that you have to
break the shell to taste the yolk.
It has broken, but it will mend with time
Let new light in, let the past be sublime.

Do not carry baggage from the yester years
Embrace whatever comes your way
Sweet roses or bitter tears.
Make your memories
and live your dreams
Open your mind and your heart
To infinite realms.

Walk on, sweet thing, do not look back,
and if at all you do,

you will find me looking back.

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Sunday, 13 September 2015

A Town of Memories...: Who are you?

A Town of Memories...: Who are you?: Who are you,  really? You are not a name or a height or a weight, or a gender. You are not an age and you are not where you are from...

Who are you?

Who are you,
 really?

You are not a name
or a height or a weight,
or a gender.
You are not an age
and you are not where you are from.

You are your favourite books
and the songs stuck in your head.
You are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast on Saturday mornings.

You are a thousand things
but everyone chooses
to see the million things
you are not.

You are not
where you are from,
You are where you are going
and I'd like to go there too.

He and I

He and I

When words run dry,
he does not try
nor do I.

We are on par.

He just is,
I just am
and we just are.