Saturday, April 12, 2014

Grimus in the morning




“He was the leopard who changed his spots; he was the worm that turned. He was the shifting sands and the ebbing tide. He was moody as the sky, circular as the seasons, nameless as glass. He was chameleon, changeling, all things to all men and nothing to any man."

From ‘Grimus’ 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

The girl who didn't know

She lowered her head to avoid the harsh winds
She tried to tame her wind whipped hair
Sitting on a bench, she contemplated life
She realised how remarkable each chapter was
Filled with love and amorous sentiments
She gauged at her sequestered life
Not afraid of shadows around her anymore
She rose to leave after waiting in the wings
And walked the way home alone
She wanted him to turn up today with roses
The girl didn't know it was illusory
She longed for him to surprise her again
Instead she watched the paint dry
For he was so entwined in the rigmarole
Not spotting the anticipation surrounding her
He longed for her characteristic warmth
The girl didn't know what she became into
She brushed aside the candyfloss desire
The want and yearning took a backseat
She realized she has become ‘the woman’
And started to rub his hair lovingly

Friday, January 17, 2014

The trouble in paradise

I met a friend sometimes back, let’s call her Jasmine. She looked quite the same, except that she had put on a lot of weight and had put on some make-up to conceal those freckles which appeared before time. Time isn’t always the best healer, I thought… she smiled at me as if she understood the underlying thoughts. I started some conversation fleetingly so that there is no discomfort in the air. She sensed that, I suppose and she told me that things aren’t right with her and there is trouble in her paradise.
I was not shocked or taken aback because she has been throwing hints on her rocky marriage to me for quite sometimes now. He doesn’t listen, doesn’t care anymore, has lost his sensitivity, there is no charm etc etc. I was baffled by the series of whines. My concern wasn’t her only marriage, my concern was also the hundreds of marriages which were breaking every day. I shifted my gaze to her and asked “Did you try hard enough to make it work?” she was too angry to respond and it was plausible. According to her, is she the only one responsible to make it work? Aren’t they partners? Or aren’t they soul mates? Aren’t they supposed to work it out ‘together’?
There are number of ways to get your marriage from hard rocks to a gentle walk in the park, they say. You go see a marriage counsellor, talk to friends, enable healthy communication; you see there are so many ways to skin the cat. But the bottom line is- why isn’t it working for you? Majority thought they tried enough and their partner is not into them anymore so it’s better for them to part ways. My question is what drew you apart in the first place? I understand if someone wants to come out of an abusive relationship, or cheating partners or infidelity but people splitting because the chemistry isn’t glistening anymore and not blinding anyone with the neon flashes like it did in the beginning is way beyond my understanding. I also fail to understand why it becomes a matter of ego; he didn’t talk first, she didn’t help in rekindling the romance, he isn’t trying hard and et al.
On the flipside… maybe you should have had the chance to change/replace your siblings too. Umm let me see, the reason could be that they were not giving you enough space. They didn’t have good toilet etiquettes. Better if you could choose/replace/leave parents too. The earlier ones were too complaining and dissatisfied. Mother was too domesticated. She was not ambitious, we couldn’t relate. Parents were not progressive either. Sounds convenient?
 I told Jasmine the same thing I am gonna write here. “You didn’t try hard enough”. I understand your marriage is rocky and stormy and it is beyond repair, but you can’t choose a port in storm. Can you? I told her that she is opting the easy way out. Love is reverence and worship. It is not a bandage for your dirty sores. You can’t make a love stew out of contempt and indifference. Once you are capable of love, you are incapable of anything less.
Divorce is an easy way to end a stormy relationship; hard part is to stay in the storm and save each other from getting wrecked. And we don’t try hard enough to save each other, because perhaps while taking our vows we never take the vow seriously which binds the couple in a unit. They become a unit, sans ego. They are like the beautiful pair of urchins, which flies gleefully in the sky and fades away together. Marriage is not easy, if you want easy do not get married. If you get married; bear, bow, accept – and be grateful God has given you a chance to love beyond means.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Different!

While having lunch at work, we started to discuss hobbies… few other females joined in. Larger part of the group said they can go around spending spades of time in shopping. They said if left in the shopping mall from morning to evening, they can tirelessly choose and reject dresses, jewellery and et al. Other common hobby was cooking. They said they love to cook and experiment with dishes. Then came watching TV, particularly serials and reality show but no one to my dismay, said anything about reading or writing or any other supposedly time consuming and rhetorical activity…
I recalled my old days and thought how everybody would look at me when I told them that my favourite author is Salman Rushdie. Back in college, when everybody went gaga over the work of Chetan Bhagat, I hated his book. When asked I told them Bhagat is not an author but story teller and his story doesn’t amuse me. I was smirked at and looked at in disbelief. I realized few appreciate beauty of poetic, long-winded, beautiful and articulately written sentences. I also recognized there will be handful who will understand that Mr Rushdie doesn’t narrate stories, he writes and he writes adroitly. I was an exception in my group for not just liking but adoring his work.
I also realized that I never liked dresses which looked like fluffy puddings, whenever I went to select a dress for my Fresher’s, Farewell and et al parties. I could never like the piles of outfits, which were supposedly “in” and ended up wearing jeans and sweatshirts since I didn’t like the glossy and fluffy party wear. Same went with the high-heeled monstrous sandals, which I could never apparel myself with. I wore my usual flats, much to the dismay of fashion police. The only saving grace perhaps was that I was never, ever hideously dressed.
So after these contemplations, I realized that I am part of the minority group. I like reading and especially reading Rushdie’s work, I prefer talking to people than spending time in the malls looking for ‘God knows what’, I also feel the best phase of life is not ‘school/college days’ but my days with V post marriage. I also feel any road to peak of success is paved with sacrifices and regrets and I am up for none.
Hail minorities!

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The joys of beginnings : Happy New Year

I have begun this year with a reflective and contemplative mood. This year, unlike the all past years has started moderately without the hullabaloos and uproar of parties or revelries.

After coming back from work on 31st, I wasn’t very keen on going anywhere. Guess I have become one hell of a lazy bum. V said he will like to do what I wished to do since he didn’t have specific plans. For the last three years V and I have been swarming with friends G & A for a feisty New Year party at their place. Some days back G & A were blessed with a baby girl ‘M’, so she is not even a month old and I was wondering if with a little child the new year party will be a convenient idea. G & A insisted that we have our ritualistic party. So we spent the New Year with G, A, and ‘little M’. Little M delighted us with her teeny tiny yawns and super cute expressions. I realized the toothless smile is the most beautiful creation of God. I was sated.

It has been a gentle and mellow start to what promises to be a very special year for V and I. We are hopeful, happy, content and really looking forward to amazing times ahead! I wish you unlimited joy and happiness too. Wish all of you a very Happy New Year.

The night has begun 
A December red star shined and vanished,
In the silent tide wave of a blue ocean,
A January pure love emerged and waved,