Dear reader,
Well, you know when they say
that I am in heaven actually I am in real heaven, my home situated beyond the
seven skies, amongst the fluffy clouds- the Swarglok. Now, to get a better understanding, you need
to know that Swarglok is divided in various segments; there is chain of
command, a hierarchy to be followed respectively. Now, first we have the famous Gods starting
with Brahma, the creator oh! That reminds me that I was visiting him the other
day and as usual he was in middle of another argument with Saraswati, they are
always in a tiff, never at peace.
Anyways the next one is my
favorite, the heartthrob of heaven, the preserver, it is non-other than Vishnu
oh my god! He is so handsome, those dreamy pair of eyes and that subtle smile,
resting so beautiful Awh! He is so divine, just so charming. I mean Lakshmi is
one lucky gal, she gets to be with Narayana himself how lucky is she! And the
last one the destroyer our own ruggedness Lord Shiva, now he is always
complains that I never visit him here is why; it’s freaking cold that I have
esteem respect for him I mean I for once danced the longest and the bestest at
her wedding, hat’s off to Parvati the way she manages her family, motivation
and strength right there, and the ways she raised her boys you know look at
Ganesha, he is doing so well and let’s not forget Kartikeya on his peacock Awh!
he is bucking up you know he is getting on top although only south Indians
praise him but still he is getting there I mean proud moment for a mother,
kudos to her, she is just a multi-tasker, an amazing multi-tasker.
And now to the
not-so-famous-ones Vayu Dev, Agni Dev and all other Devi, Devas basically those
who were famous during the Vedas period but now they are all just veterans.
Coming back to me, my home is
Indralok, yes that’s right the official residence of the king of lords Devraja
Indra. Let me tell you something about him he is the most lethargic,
self-obsessed hedonistic God I have ever met in my life. He does nothing,
simply nothing, he just sits all day listening to Ghanderavas watching us dance
and getting high on somrasa or he would be riding his mean foolish elephant
Aehravata (who once drenched me only because I forgot to feed him) cursing rishis, Gods or whatever or whoever comes his
way. Such a chicken I must say he is that little sissy who gets into trouble
because of his carelessness and the superheroes are ever so kind to rescue him
every now and then and you know what he does after regaining the throne, he
forgets everything becoming his self absorbed self again. He cares for no one even if something happens
to us he doesn’t care at all. last month I had dengue yes, that right
mosquitoes can be anywhere what do you think they go after they’re dead so,
anyways I was suffering and he is so inconsiderate he didn’t even bothered send
me a get well soon card, I mean he for once
can afford Archie’s for God’s sakes! I mean how rude, I dance and dance
for him tirelessly just to entertain him and look! He doesn’t have any regards
for anybody.
You know what yesterday
Narada Muni came to Indralok , it’s always fun to see him because he is the
official gossip box of Swarglok he knows everything so, he complimented me that
the way I was dancing the other day I looked a mirror image of Meneka. I was
flattered and overwhelmed I mean she is the Aishwarya Rai of Apsaras. I mean even when I meet the retired Apsaras
you know Ms. Urvashi, Ms. Rambha, Ms. Mohini and others have nothing but praise
for Meneka. They say that happiness and
joy would revive every time heaven felt her anklet bells dancing around. She is
my role model, she had the elegance, and the grace of a swan that whenever she
danced it wasn’t for that lazy Indra but to please and calm herself, flowing
like a river. A true resemblance of divinity at its peak but you know they say that fairness has its
speck of darkness as they never let us forget or even her spirit that she
committed a crime so unforgiving that she was banished from heaven.
Who was to blame? I am glad
you seem curious about it; it just shows that you’re paying attention. It was
Dev Raja Indra and his ever unsettling insecurities. They say that she caused disruption in Swami
Vishwamitra’s penance but let’s not forget who made do such a deed; Indra
compelled her to take such a drastic step. I mean how cruel his intentions
were. Why does he get to destroy lies of others in order to live with his
assurance? I mean it’s not only Meneka
Indralok is full of dark tales resembling his dark life, heaven is full of such
tales starring Dev Raja Indra himself. His wild obnoxious sexual intuitions
made him commit the worst of crimes;
remember the way he disguised himself as Rishi Gautama to satisfy his
lust with Devi Ahaliya or when he chased Devi Ruchi, the beautiful wife of
Devasarna.
After doing all this you
would think he would change but Indra is Indra. He will remain same through the
centuries, such a low life spending an eternity luring at us, the way he
slithers amongst us touching and brushing himself against us inappropriately.
Yet amidst all this I do feel
sorry for Indrāvati, I mean look at her, she is bound to share her eternity
with a selfish empty being like Indra. It just makes me sad that she had to
witness her entire world collapsing right in front of her eyes and what she
does? NOTHING. The walls hear her cries,
the ceiling tried to soothe her, pearls decorate her wounded heart. the silky
linen is so she could wipe her tears and she wishes the mirror for once show
her some happy lie but at the end of the day she is left mourn all alone,
lamenting and complaints but only to herself, un heard silences, her misery
dies in sultry ways and the bearer of her pain, her heavy heart, an everlasting
pain.
This all makes me so angry!!
I hate him yes I do hate him. He is nothing but a self- loathing. Intoxicated
son of Brahma. He is not hard working at all. He lets his unhinged urges to run
feral and free and it doesn’t matter whether anyone is harmed or whatever. How
wicked can he be? Maybe this is the why
Sita will always have to burn in the flames of chastity proclaiming and
pronouncing her righteousness, her morality. Dev Raja Indra gives womanhood a
bad name and most of all he gives Gods a bad name. His boasted ego and we have
to pay the price We, Apsaras victim of our own beauty, caged in our own chains
and shackles are always looked down as demeaning heartless objects of
sexuality, created to merely manipulate and fascinating innocents into a
vicious trap.
The court of justice often
reiterates from the truth favoring the supreme one making us all
scapegoats. Can we stop him? No, the
reason being;- he is the king, the maestro tuning us all according to his
preferences,. No one dares to question the king, the one in power can go on
doing whatever he wishes to, taming others to suit his whims and fancies
because he is the king he had the license to exploit and rarely pay for it. he
can go on committing mistakes, bullying, playing with dignity and shamming
others cause being true to his form he
will get away with everything,
But when it comes to us,
we’re just nothing but tools, puppets, slaves to his hankering, we‘re just
pretty follies who remain careful and cautious because unlike the emperor we
have decorum and won’t be forgiven. We
are officially labeled heaven’s own vaishyas, who keep shut and bury their
wounds deep within the darkness where no one ever bothers to reach. We’re just
toys to be played with and if broken tossed away, swept like trash, where we
land who knows? Who cares? We rot and
die.
So this is me, signing of the
Apsara, the official glamorous heaven’s own voiceless vaishyas, welcome to my
world.
