Saturday, April 24, 2010
there is this particular village in india where you'll see a herd of female cows.
female cows that were no longer capable of reproducing or produce milk.
this village is what people called the widow village.
this travel show was airing on tv and just moment before i was about to leave house,
it caught my attention, force me to sit down and watch for a good 15 minutes.
i ought to be blogging about my life in MP, but this, the detail of the show,
i want to blog it down, above anything else.
in india, its not difficult to differentiate the widow apart from the other females.
they're not allowed to wear clothing that has fanciful colors,
which mean most of the female in pale yellow or sandbag color clothing are possibly widow.
widows are considered unlucky in the traditional society and often exile to widow village.
there, they sleep in pair, in a small cell.
a small cell which didnt have a huge wardrobe, nail polish, perfume etc.
nothing of those basic necessities that most girls have in their room.
everyday they wake up to chant. they dont recite relic or anything like that,
all they chant is their god's name, hoping that their god wouldnt forget them.
one session could easily last for 3 hours, then again they got nothing else to do anyway.
widows are socially outcast which mean its almost impossible for them to get a job.
they had to resort to begging or worst, betray their own body.
the village chanting session is also a chance for them to get donation,
a meager 2.50 rupee a day, not even 10 cent if convert to our currency.
the most heart wrenching part is when they showed interview of the widow.
i'll quote what one of them said,
"i was living with my son for awhile after my husband died, then he find me
too much of a burden and threw me out. till date, i still miss them dearly, but i know,
to them i'm long dead."
arranged marriage is still a common practice in india nowadays,
the young still marry the old and therefore you'll find women as young as 19 in the village.
this young women who had to spent the rest of their life at the village.
so we all talk about love time to time.
but seriously, love? fuck love. who's there to love them?
rolemodel at 2:43 AM
Monday, April 12, 2010
yes, i'd finally pop-ed.
in case your army lingo isn't up to standard, pop actually meant pass out.
no more painstaking ferry ride to tekong, no more!
posting will be out on friday, something that worries all of us.
don't know if its actually a good idea to finally graduate,
as much as i dislike those maggots that constantly yell at us,
my section mates and myself had actually bonded so much.
like what cain said, "we're like a family now."
whenever i complain about my inability to find a girlfriend,
people around me always gave me the same reply,
"its not that you cannot find, is you dont want!"
its repeated so many times that i need to sought an explanation to that.
first and foremost, there really isn't any potential targets now.
then again, i think i deserve that right one, she needs to save me.
how do you fall in love when you doubt love. how?
its painful to know that i'm no longer honest, no longer truthful.
crap. i'm drowning in my own explanation.
emo talk aside, i should be happy now. cause i dont have to book in. ((:
rolemodel at 1:03 AM
