Down with fever since last night. It's as if someone's beating drums inside my skull. The throbbing pain, coupled with unbearable heat, is draining me out of my intellectual abilities.

It's been a very morbid day. Headache and jelly body rendered me incapable of even moving out of bed. I think I have suffered a sunstroke. The other day, I took Caesar out for a walk in the afternoon and came home panting worse than him. Headache and body pain came calling soon, and I took to bed. Had been watching Young Sheldon Season-1. It's surprising that US, before it became the cesspool, was a country with strong family bonds and values. I mean, parents looked after their kids; tried hard to make their marriages work; wanted fatherly influence in their ward's life; and took care to ensure that children were brought up in proper manner. These stand in stark contrast to what Hollywood movies depict and the media over there portrays. Maybe, the Americans were close to being humans three decades ago before they took the plunge into the moral abyss. Anyway, every society declines at some point or the other, and the first casualty invariably is the family life. When grassroots decay, there is little hope for progress.

Today was the day of family dramas. Watched a Malayalam movie that's very close to my heart: Chintavishtayay Shyamala (Grief-stricken Shyamala). Had this movie been made in the Hollywood, awards and accolades would have stormed in. However, made in a regional language, the movie did not get the appreciation it deserved in India, let alone the world. I thank God that no Bollywood director has so far taken it upon himself to destroy the movie by attempting a Hindi remake. The story revolves around Shyamala, whose husband is more keen to shed his domestic responsibilities than to provide for his family. The struggles our protagonist undergoes to help the family survive forms the plot of the movie. Unlike the morbid and rabid movies made now, this work of art is a true feminist movie. Without sermonising, preaching, drawing parallels, and setting out on a rant, the movie goes about its business of advocating woman empowerment and emancipation in a sensitive manner. Nowhere is there an element of male phobia, or propaganda to show a particular sex in bad light. The movie is woman centric and does not veer from its intended ideal of showcasing the ills of the society. Not only is the movie clear in raising pertinent questions, it goes a long way in providing credible and practical solutions. If ever there was an ambassador for feminist movement, it's Chintavishtayay Shyamala.

The judicial crisis in the country is getting worse with each passing day. The most recent one being the Central government sending back the recommendation by a Supreme Court Collegium to induct a particular judge in the roster. Attributing flimsy reasons, the Centre sent back this judge's name. However, opposition parties are up in arms against the arbitrary decision. More so, because the judge in question was instrumental in calling the bluff of the Centre in Uttarakhand, and restoring the democratically elected government there. This crisis is not unprecedented in Indian judiciary though. During the times of the dictatorial Indira Gandhi worse had been done. However, a wrong precedent never serves as a valid justification for committing another blunder. History serves to furnish lessons to avoid repeating the same mistakes, but the leadership now is acting like kindergarten students, glossing over its mistakes by pointing out to where the earlier regimes had been wrong. What this government's antagonism towards the judiciary has done is to erode the credibility of the pillar of justice. People who used to vouch for the integrity of the judiciary are running for cover, even as the incumbents cast aspersions on the administrative capability of the apex court.