Saint Teresa: Does she really deserve it?

Mother Teresa was a through and through fundamental, Orthodox, Catholic nun. She may have dedicated her life to help ease the pain of the destitute in their last moments, but she didn’t get them the treatment that could have saved many of their lives. Yes, it’s an irony coming from someone who has done neither, but that doesn’t make this criticism any less valid. Teresas mission was less about altruistic charity and more about self serving salvation and iconography. Even as she extended the outreach of her missionary work and raked in millions from her rich sponsors and endorsers, she never got to improving the living conditions of the destitute and orphans under her wing or providing them the basic medical facilities. Instead she went on undertaking even more such damned souls and marketing off their suffering and indignity. She didn’t care about their lives as much as she cared about their deaths. She allowed infants and children with easily treatable conditions to die and denied them medical attention.

Those glorifying her today are the ones who ignorantly want to believe that there truly was a selfless woman who dedicated her life to serve the poor. They are desperately optimistic. They want to see the good in her and in the world. They are unaware that her worldwide popularity is not for her charity but of the western, white patronization, that felt validated a white, Catholic woman, ones from amongst them, was working for the poor destitutes of a third world country. It satiated their ego.

Even today her principles are inhibiting the charities in her name from actually helping enrich the lives of the orphans and destitutes in their care. Because of her stances on abortion, contraception and family planning. The mission would rather not let their orphans have any future than allow any single, divorced or unmarried parents adopt a child.

Those arguing that at least she eased the suffering of the dying, are committing the fallacy of using a right to justify two wrongs. Yes, she did a lot of actual help by easing the pain of some of the dying but in the process she also murdered many that could have been saved. Her mission was a noble yet, a misguided one. She was no saint, but a well meaning human, who, caught up in her religious beliefs did more harm than good.

Nyctophilia

Have you ever, on a clear sky night, laid on the terrace and watched the stars? Did it then suddenly occur to you that you are just a minute organism, stuck to a small piece of rock rotating in space? Did you let that realization engulf you? Did it change your perspective completely? Did it make you look around yourself at all the earthly creations and try comparing them to the enormity of space?

There has to be a name for this feeling. It leaves you filled with awe as well as slightly uneasy about your own mortality. It temporarily strips away your entire ego, all your pride. It makes you feel disconnected with your own life and yet makes you realize you are a part of the vast universe.

It renders redundant all the politics, the hate, the struggle and the mere mortal concepts of economy and society. Time itself seems such an absurd concept. For a moment it’s like only you exist on the planet, it feels like you are the planet. You can feel yourself turning in space, amongst the stars and galaxies. And it feels like you have been doing it forever and could do it forevermore.

It’s hard to describe how it feels; it feels content, peaceful and tranquil, without the concept of purpose or ambition. It dissolves the concept of you as an individual and yet makes you more acutely aware of your own existence. It’s like taking a breath of fresh air after been suffocated in stale air for long.

It makes you feel glad to be alive just so you could experience this.

Loser!!!

He sat in his once tidy room, bunched up in a bedsheet in a corner of the mattress laid on the floor. Sure he abhorred living in a messy, dis-organised room, but it was all temporary he told himself. He would soon get things back into their place when he would be in the mood. Right now he just wanted to sit and watch some light hearted comedy entertainment. He deserved it, he needed a break from the stress of his life. Although, now that he thought about it, his life was just like his room messy, dis-organised, untidy, unhygienic and needed a real good cleaning and perhaps a disinfectant or a bug spray.

Settling down and indulging in the mind numbingly dull teenage angst trash he was not just ignoring and wishing away the dump that his room was but also doing the same with his life. He was running away from his responsibilities. Though it may be wrong to call them, that. I mean when you say responsibilities it implies that it’s some kind of duty that you are obliged to. Well he was not obliged to anyone. That was the kind of freedom his parents had afforded him. His responsibilities were more in his own interest. And he had prided himself in being true to himself yet, here he was. Squandering his freedom, his time and not at all exploiting his talent or potential.

Everyone who knew him had high hopes from him, perhaps even higher than he ever wanted to think of himself. But his only limitation was his own pessimism and tendency to hide from his problems than facing them head on.

The biggest irony was, though he was an expert in throwing the choicest string of words, facts and logic to get his point across and discuss, debate and on occasions berate someone on the social media, he was the biggest loser when it came to actual communication with people who actually valued his words and opinions the most. Can we call it an irony or do we call it a tragedy?

His tendency to avoid his issues became so severe that shutting himself down became his go to reaction. Despite realising how much was at stake and that he could stand to lose the only thing in his life that meant the most t him, friendship and company, well also the appreciation, accolades and validation that came with it, he still could not bring himself to talk about himself to anyone. At the most he could manage was friendly conversation with people regarding their lives and their problems, but then they would remind him of his own so he started to avoid them too.

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Perhaps simply calling him lazy, non-confrontative and a loser might not be completely justifiable, because he also lacked the most important thing i.e introspection. He was so deep in the river of denial that he could not even comprehend what exactly his issues are, except that they were stressing him out so bad that he had lost appetite and track of his life. So actually talking them out was not really going to happen.

And his issues! God did he have the most peculiar, idiotic, stupid, obnoxious, self-centred, narcissistic, god damned pathetic issues. He suffers from paradoxical delusions, he loves spending time with friends and talking to people about the ‘deep’ stuff and yet puts most of his energy in cooking up excuses to avoid people. He is scared of hurting people and ends up doing so in the worst way possible ignoring them, often in the time of their need. He loves helping people figure out what’s going in their lives, and this my friends is a double whammy, because guess what? Not only does he avoid getting mixed up in peoples lives too deeply to prevent fucking it up but neither has he managed to figure out his own life at all.

One mistake after another he has spun up such a web of lies, denial, lethargy, incompetency, pessimism that now he is comfortably wrapped up in it wishing that everything will sort out itself. Guess again loser!

The most fucked up thing of all is perhaps that his favourite hobby of writing what’s on his mind has become his bane. Because of the crap that he has neglected from clearing from his mind, he has been unable to write anything more significant than snarky retorts on social media. And that’s why now in the middle of the night he is up writing about himself in the third person like a God damned narcisstic lunatic that he is! FUCK HIM!

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Shameless – FeelPankh

She deserved it. It should have happened to her long ago. She was a national shame. An embarrassment to her country, her culture, her religion. She was an attention whore. In fact she was actually a whore. They laughed at her antics. They laughed at her outrageous attempts to grab attention. And when she was killed, they laughed even louder. Good riddance! They said…another piece of rubbish disposed.

“No…” whispered the little girl, clutching the burqa with her dainty fist.
“She was not the shame.” her voice quavered, as tears of anger pooled in her eyes.
“She was not the embarrassment.”
A single drop ran down her face.
“And she is not dead.”
She threw back her veil, no more was she to hide her tears behind that piece of black cloth.
“I would rather be a whore than a toy.”
For the first time in her life, she stepped out of her house with her hair let down. Unashamed, unafraid.

Source: Shameless – FeelPankh

Birth of a new beginning….. – FeelPankh

Vinay paced restlessly outside the OT. His wife was in labor, about to deliver their baby. They were a few weeks earlier than the predicted due date, and he was scared of any complications that might arise. This could be their last chance at having a baby.

Vinay and Swati had been together since high school. Everyone said it wouldn’t last, but they proved them wrong. Despite going to different colleges and separate career paths, they maintained their relationship via long distance. And when both had finally made it to the first steps of their career they decided they would now spend the rest of their lives together.

All was well, however 5 years into the marriage when they decided it was time to take the step further and become parents, they came to know that Vinay could never father a child. Heartbroken they were but didnt give up hope. They decided to opt for IVF. And after two failed attempts it was their blessed moment when they learnt that she was finally pregnant.

“Hey! Relax. They are going to be fine.” Rishi walked up to Vinay, forcing a smoothie in his hands. He knew the man was too nervous to have had any food, and that after the delivery he would have no time to eat anything.

“Thanks man!” Vinay took the drink reluctantly from his best friend, knowing he would be force fed if he didn’t drink of his own volition.

“You know I wish we human males could carry our babies like seahorses. I hate that Swati has to carry all the burden.”

Rishi looked at the man with pride in his eyes. “You need to give yourself a little credit here buddy. Swati is indeed carrying the physical burden, but you have been sharing most of the emotional and mental burden with her. You are the best father and husband anyone could ask for.” Rishi said as a matter-of-fact, then looking at the blushing face of his friend he teased “You know I would have given anything to be in her place and having your babies.”

Vinay blushed harder at his words, even as he shot an evil glare at his grinning best friend.

“Well, we kind of are having a baby together, aren’t we?” he stated.

“I guess we are…” Rishi smiled happily basking in the fact that they indeed were having a baby together.

When the test results had come in that Vinay was infertile, they were crushed. But their desire for a child had made them consider artificial semination using sperms from a donor. Vinay had asked Swati if they should select sperms of an anonymous donor but Swati had instantly rejected the idea, she said she already knew who should be the biological father of their child.

Vinay and Rishis friendship had begun in college and she had seen their story unfold with her own eyes. She had seen the desire, the longing and the concern in Rishis eyes for Vinay long before he confessed them to Vinay. She knew Vinay only saw Rishi as a friend and that Rishi would never soil their friendship or her relationship with Vinay. Instead of becoming possessive or wary she had bonded with Rishi better after his confession, knowing that they both cared most about the one man in their lives. She had accepted him as an integral part of her husbands life.

“The baby’s here! You two may step in…” the nurse rushed out smiling at them. They hurried in behind her. She handed the tiny baby wrapped in towels to the father. Both Swati and Rishi exchanged looks as they watched the father of their child cradling their baby and singing to it. A new life for them had just begun.

Source: Birth of a new beginning….. – FeelPankh

And they lived happily ever after…. – FeelPankh

“You cheated!!!!”  Ankit accused his best friend as he lost yet another game of Chess.

“No I did NOT!”  Sayan feigned outrage “You just suck at it.”

“I don’t want to play chess anymore. It’s boring.” Ankit pouted.

“Fine. Let’s play Mario, but you are still going to lose.” Sayan grinned as he put away the chess pieces.

The two 12 year olds had been best friends since pre-school.

The first time they met, Ankits Grandfather had dropped him to school. Sayan was curious and had asked him why his father was so old. That’s when he learnt that Ankit was an orphan. His parents had both died in a car crash and he was being raised by his grandparents.

“It’s ok! I have an extra pair of parents, you can share them with me.” The 5 year old Sayan had said as he hugged his best friend for the first time.

Ankit did not believe him at first. Only when he came over to his house the first time did he learn that Sayan was not lying. He indeed had two moms and two dads. They all had a hearty laugh at his incredulous face when he found out.

Sheila and Shabnam had been living together as flatmates in Mumbai, when their parents in Guwahati found out about their relationship. Sheila’s parents were determined to marry her off as soon as they could. As it happened, her closest friend, Vinit, too was gay and in a live-in relationship with a muslim boy, something his parents would never accept. The four agreed to a secret arrangement and that’s how Sheila and Vinit got married.

Soon after, they took a flat in Mumbai and the four of them started staying together. Initially the arrangement was only meant to be temporary, until they all could be totally independent and one day tell the truth to their own families. But as years passed, they grew more comfortable staying together and their bond deepened. It became almost inconceivable for them to consider living separately.

Then the day came when they finally made the decision to come out to their parents. Sheila’s parents made a scene at their house trying to get Shabnam and Mallik thrown out. Sheila cut off all ties with her parents after that. Vinit’s parents were utterly confused, but after a while they accepted their decision, comforted by the fact that at least their relatives knew he was married to a girl. Malliks father told him never to call them again, and never made contact. Shabnams parents, as it turned out, already had an idea about their arrangement, they had realised years ago that their daughter was gay, and had tried to understand what it meant. They accepted their decision wholeheartedly and blessed them, promising that their home was open for all four of them.

It was a few years later that they mutually decided to bring a kid into their lives. As Sheila and Vinit were already related by marriage, they decided that Mallik would donate the sperms and Shabnam would donate the eggs while Sheila would be the surrogate. That’s how Sayan was conceived.

As the two 12 year old boys noisily played video games in the bedroom, the four of them exchanged looks of content. Amazed at how despite the thousands of doubts and hurdles they managed to put together their unconventional family.

Source: And they lived happily ever after…. – FeelPankh