The villain of Eden garden
Was also a creation of the Almighty
Was he really a villain?
Or that he wanted to be friends?
By sharing the fruit of knowledge.
Was it really a bad deed?
To gain knowledge.
To share knowledge.
To be able to learn.
Grow.
Or maybe the snake was a girl child.
And God Almighty a man,
And hence the patriarchy began.
Was also a creation of the Almighty
Was he really a villain?
Or that he wanted to be friends?
By sharing the fruit of knowledge.
Was it really a bad deed?
To gain knowledge.
To share knowledge.
To be able to learn.
Grow.
Or maybe the snake was a girl child.
And God Almighty a man,
And hence the patriarchy began.
With incense in my hands
And gratitude in my mind
When I rose back my bowed head...
Infront of me I saw the picture of female incarnation of the almighty.
I saw a goddess in her full bloom
I wonder what if that day when
Raja Ravi Verma held his brush;
Infront of him sitting was a women,
With thick patchy skin,
Bulgy stomach,
With scars all over the body
And marks all over her face...
Would we still be praying to her image?
What if inspiration for the human image of God
Was not an ideal standard of beauty but someone
Who only wishes for... The beauty to be in the beholder's eyes.
Would we still look at the laters image and wish for prosperity and health?
Can it be possible that we are all deceived by Verma...
And in reality he knew of the darkness in the human mind and the people how live in shadows and
Therefore manipulated his brush strokes.
What if the muse wasn't really a pioneer of beauty?
And when we pull the layer of his work divine...
We find the real master piece within it;
No manipulated strokes
Only the faint smile of the original beauty.
Who doesn't know how the world sees her image,
Than how she sees herself in the mirror.
How decades after she was betrayed;
Still women of natural beauty are betrayed in her false image.
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INTO THE MIRROR.
And gratitude in my mind
When I rose back my bowed head...
Infront of me I saw the picture of female incarnation of the almighty.
I saw a goddess in her full bloom
I wonder what if that day when
Raja Ravi Verma held his brush;
Infront of him sitting was a women,
With thick patchy skin,
Bulgy stomach,
With scars all over the body
And marks all over her face...
Would we still be praying to her image?
What if inspiration for the human image of God
Was not an ideal standard of beauty but someone
Who only wishes for... The beauty to be in the beholder's eyes.
Would we still look at the laters image and wish for prosperity and health?
Can it be possible that we are all deceived by Verma...
And in reality he knew of the darkness in the human mind and the people how live in shadows and
Therefore manipulated his brush strokes.
What if the muse wasn't really a pioneer of beauty?
And when we pull the layer of his work divine...
We find the real master piece within it;
No manipulated strokes
Only the faint smile of the original beauty.
Who doesn't know how the world sees her image,
Than how she sees herself in the mirror.
How decades after she was betrayed;
Still women of natural beauty are betrayed in her false image.
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.
.
INTO THE MIRROR.
Queen
“Some evolutionary psychologist argue that ancient foraging bands were not composed of nuclear families centerd on monogamous couples. Rather, foragers lived in communes devoid of private property, monogamous relationships and even fatherhood. In such a band, a woman could have sex and form intimate bonds with several men (and women) simultaneously and all of the band’s adults cooperated in parenting its children. Since no man knew definitively which of the children were his, men showed equal concern for all youngsters.”
- Yuval Noah Harari (Sapiens)
- Yuval Noah Harari (Sapiens)
Matriarchal Parenting
“There are even number of present-day human cultures in which collective fatherhood is practised, as for example among the Barí Indians. According to the beliefs of such societies a child is not born from the sperm of a single man, but from the accumulation of sperms in a woman’s womb. A good mother will make a point of having sex with several different men, especially when she is pregnant, so that her child will enjoy the qualities (and parental care) not merely of the best hunter, but also of the best storyteller, the strongest warrior and the most considerate lover. If this sounds silly, bear in mind that before the development of modern embryological studies, people had no solid evidence that babies are always sired by a single father rather than by many.”
- Yuval Noah Harari (Sapiens)
“There are even number of present-day human cultures in which collective fatherhood is practised, as for example among the Barí Indians. According to the beliefs of such societies a child is not born from the sperm of a single man, but from the accumulation of sperms in a woman’s womb. A good mother will make a point of having sex with several different men, especially when she is pregnant, so that her child will enjoy the qualities (and parental care) not merely of the best hunter, but also of the best storyteller, the strongest warrior and the most considerate lover. If this sounds silly, bear in mind that before the development of modern embryological studies, people had no solid evidence that babies are always sired by a single father rather than by many.”
- Yuval Noah Harari (Sapiens)
Monogamy
“The proponents of this ‘ancient commune’ theory argue that the frequent infidelities that characterise modern marriages, and the high rates of divorce, not to mention the cornucopia of psychological complexes from which both children and adults suffer, all result from forcing humans to live in nuclear families and monogamous relationships that are incompatible with our biological software.”
- Yuval Noah Harari (Sapiens)
“The proponents of this ‘ancient commune’ theory argue that the frequent infidelities that characterise modern marriages, and the high rates of divorce, not to mention the cornucopia of psychological complexes from which both children and adults suffer, all result from forcing humans to live in nuclear families and monogamous relationships that are incompatible with our biological software.”
- Yuval Noah Harari (Sapiens)
Let's say... Love birds.
Portrait of a Deity
Moons of the phases of my life.
Hold tight and grab on to the rope called hope.
Still life.
Is it really still?
Or does it say something?
Is it really still?
Or does it say something?
Self Portrait
Support System
Days through Anxiety.
Hope is a beautiful but dangerous thing.
Its like a rope that pulls you out of the deep ditch; if you hold it too tightly the rope might cut your arm or break. But if you hold it loosely you fall.
Finding the balance is the key.
Its like a rope that pulls you out of the deep ditch; if you hold it too tightly the rope might cut your arm or break. But if you hold it loosely you fall.
Finding the balance is the key.
People today are like fish who is stuck in sand and has only a handful of water to breathe in. We are so drowned in the ocean of work that we only have minutes left for ourselves.
Let's try to find positivity and some time to spend with ourselves, in this hard phase of life.
Let's try to find positivity and some time to spend with ourselves, in this hard phase of life.
Constellation Citalopram and Constellation Alprazolam
Too much of good is bad.
Too much of good is bad.
Are you High Enough?
Are you really injecting calm?
You can be kind and say NO at the same time.
Greece
Dali
The Days are Numbered.
Illusion
Nature behind the Bars
The force within you is what keeps you moving, but also sometimes takes you to the edge of a cliff and pushes you down. Not letting you fall but lets you hang by a thread. You know you won't fall as the thread is from the fabric of your passion and determination so it is strong. But the view down from the fall is scary and you are afraid of heights. So you just hang there trusting the thread and waiting for your powerless limbs to gain strength and climb back up. You know you will climb back and then the fear of heights will convert to the admiration for the view.
Phases of mind
Through the mirror
In Indian philosophies, the life cycle of the butterfly/moth is held up to explain the importance of meditation. Just as the egg becomes a caterpillar that metamorphoses into a beautiful butterfly after spending time in the cocoon, human beings must practise meditation to metamorphose from mere mortals into enlightened soul.
(Sacred Animals of India - Nandita Krishna)
(Sacred Animals of India - Nandita Krishna)
XX chromosomes
Never turns out
To be only a girl,
A person.
It is ‘laxmi’ to some
When born,
Burden to someone else.
To those ready
To carry the burden,
It becomes
‘izzat’ at a certain point.
With izzat it becomes
A test to ‘unbroken hymen’.
When the time comes
To unburden thyself,
It becomes an ‘uterus’,
A empty vessel, a womb but
Not a person.
The body part not necessary
For survival becomes
It’s brain and heart.
An empty uterus is
Passed on to do
Its duty and create magic,
A person or again an XX chromosome.
Giving life maybe to a person
Still doesn’t make it one.
And yet again the cycle begins.
XX chromosomes
travels a long way
Becomes Laxmi, izzat,
Unbroken hymen and
Uterus; but never
For once a person.
It plays many roles
In the act of life:
Daughter, sister,
Wife, mother but
Still seems lost to
Become her own person.
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Never turns out
To be only a girl,
A person.
It is ‘laxmi’ to some
When born,
Burden to someone else.
To those ready
To carry the burden,
It becomes
‘izzat’ at a certain point.
With izzat it becomes
A test to ‘unbroken hymen’.
When the time comes
To unburden thyself,
It becomes an ‘uterus’,
A empty vessel, a womb but
Not a person.
The body part not necessary
For survival becomes
It’s brain and heart.
An empty uterus is
Passed on to do
Its duty and create magic,
A person or again an XX chromosome.
Giving life maybe to a person
Still doesn’t make it one.
And yet again the cycle begins.
XX chromosomes
travels a long way
Becomes Laxmi, izzat,
Unbroken hymen and
Uterus; but never
For once a person.
It plays many roles
In the act of life:
Daughter, sister,
Wife, mother but
Still seems lost to
Become her own person.
.
Botanical name: Tinospora cordifolia
Common name: Giloy, Guduchi (Hindi)
Vanji/Seendhil kodi (Tamil)
Amrita (Sanskrit)
After the battle of Ramayana, a lot of monkeys died. Indra, the king of heaven, was unhappy and sprayed the elixir of life on the dead monkeys. A few drops of the nectar fell on the earth and, wherever these drops fell, Amrita plants sprang up. Therefore this tree is held to be sacred.
Sacred Plants of India - Nanditha Krishna
M. Amirthalingam
Common name: Giloy, Guduchi (Hindi)
Vanji/Seendhil kodi (Tamil)
Amrita (Sanskrit)
After the battle of Ramayana, a lot of monkeys died. Indra, the king of heaven, was unhappy and sprayed the elixir of life on the dead monkeys. A few drops of the nectar fell on the earth and, wherever these drops fell, Amrita plants sprang up. Therefore this tree is held to be sacred.
Sacred Plants of India - Nanditha Krishna
M. Amirthalingam
