Of descendency

I was talking with a friend, a while ago, about the topic of descendency. If there's one thing someone cannot determine, however determined he/she be to determine, it is the choice of their birth. It is one huge graph theoritic problem, which even the life-giving gods would have a tough time playing carefully. The same hospital might have a child born to a millionaire on one cot, whereas the very next ward might have a kid born to a lower middle class guy suffering for even a hand-to-mouth life. What makes the two baby's different? Nothing at all, they were born in the same place, around the same time, but just the very imagination of the upbringing difference that'll be caused, will show us a vastly different picture!

So, most definitely, the descendency we belong to, is something we ought to be proud, whomsoever we may be, because it is, truly the only god-given gift. It is in some sense, the lottery ticket with a partial weight. Every other gift god gives us, comes with a free will of our own to utilise or not utilise in full. But in this one arena, the free will is snatched, and he gives you what he feels is best for you. It is our descendency which determines things right from the place we are settled in, to what we speak, to major parts of culture.

For instance, my grandfather's grandfather's father, one Kailasanatha Dikshathar, was from Palakkad district of Kerala. His son, Sivarama Dikshathar, settled down in Ganapathy Agraharam, Thanjavur district. 6 generations hence, I do not know even decent Mallu, though my roots are there. I for all purposes have my native place to be Thanjavur. Shre, whose native is Pollachi for around the last 5 generations, can speak real good Kannada, owing to his ancestors moving in from Karnataka. So, this shows how the languages, and a few parts of the culture in turn, have been retained by certain communities, while lost by the others.

I, for one, am extremely proud of my roots, to the Vadama level. Vadama is this sect of Iyers, who are said to have come from Northern Tamil Nadu, and have a strong influence of Sanskrit. Even the Vadakala Iyengars are said to be Vadamas who converted to Vishishta Dwaita with the advent of the Vaishnava movement in Tamil Nadu. So, the sect has a history, and a legacy, spanning centuries, over a millenium or two. A lot of Smarthas in upper South India like Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh, and also some in Maharashtra, are said to be Vadamas, and are also known by the name Dravida Smarthas. I, have always, been inspired by the Tamil language, and have been a fanatic, and for once, can say, in spite of not having done Tamil in a formal manner in school, I can definitely manage to challenge friends to a formal piece of prose in Tamil. It's got to do with the love you carry for your roots. I do not mean to demean people of any other origins, but this is just to emphasise the fact that, the more you love who you are, and what you are, and where your from, your origins, your roots, the more you appreciate all this, the more do you make your culture live, the more do you help India retain its flavour on the face of the shit called Global Unification of Culture, (Yeah, I believe every country must be proud of their culture, and should keep it. Cultural unification of the world will make it a very boring place to live in!), and the more exhiliration you will feel too!

P.S: This was an impromptu post. So, please do not mind the arbitrariness of the post. Also, the ideas portrayed here are not to hurt anybody, as I've already said, they're just to emphasise that your own culture is extremely important.