Monday, March 18, 2013
To the newbies, she is a means to get ahead in life. She provides jobs, new career options and even a new life.
To me, she is the earth mother. I was born in her lap, played in her play grounds and grew up learning about her moods, her history, geography and even civics. She was different back then. More laid back, prettier.
Today there are ants crawling all over her - she is over run by a sea of humanity all out to drain her resources. A beautiful city in her hey day, today people call her all kinds of names forgetting that she is what we have made of her, over the years.
Sometimes I dream of her resplendent in her past glory and hope to see her like that again. But I also know that is just a wild dream. Things don't change, especially once we have brutalized her so awfully.
To this earth mother, a salute and a warm hug.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
This cute pariah bitch whom I fondly named Adree (short for adrenaline.. and I hope you don't ask me why) was a hyper responder. I just had to look at her and she would get all excited and jump up at me to stare into my eyes and grin. Yes, grin! I bet she and I had been kindred souls in one of our past janams. It was I think the period just before the monsoon, maybe about ten years ago. She spent that entire rainy season in our compound. We fed her in the morning and in the evening, and left her a bowlful of water. Each day she left evidence of her greetings (muddy paw marks) on my dresses.
Then one day, she was not there. There was no evidence of an accident (our house is close to a busy thoroughfare), so we knew she was not injured/ killed. Perhaps whatever had been the purpose of our meeting, had been served? But for that brief period in time, how she enriched our lives.
Wherever you are now, Adree, I hope you are as happy as you were back then!
Monday, August 28, 2006
My pen makes contact
with the surface of
the first page of the open diary
that I've purchased just today!
And then it halts,
my hand half raised
my brow deeply furrowed
my brain all scrambled ...
Hey, I'd thought up
this intricate, twisting plot,
peopled by inter-meshing characters
and such lovely, graphic imagery.
How could it all just disappear
- almost vanish into thin air -
I bemoan, as once again,
I am hit by the writer's block.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
I spoke to him, just yesterday
This young lad - smiling happily and full of life
The excitement at his move to New York City
His visage so happy and elated
His family nudging him towards a bright career!
I visited his home earlier today
The same young lad - unmoving now and lifeless
The shock at the news of his accident in the city
His body so pale and disfigured
His family bearing him to the cremation grounds!
My arsenal for creating mayhem!
Pipes, wires, nails,
money to buy that tell-tale powder,
black bags, remote control devices,
DIY manuals for putting them all together,
and fanatically committed foot soldiers.
Such glee - see I'm about to create history!
I’m watching the telly now!
Ripped open steel bogies,
blood splattered railway tracks,
bodies carried in make-shift sheet stretchers,
limbs, body parts, blood, gore,
faceless bodies, torsoless heads.
Such glee – see what all I've achieved!
I’m reading the newspapers now!
Lists of injured, body counts,
personal accounts of individual tragedies,
desperate searches in hospitals and morgues,
ecstacy at finding a leg-less husband,
agony at identifying a son's torso.
Such glee – see how I'm being GOD now!
I’m answering the telephone now!
Neighbour asks me to rush home, for
my two sons and only grandson,
who'd left for home by train yesterday,
but failed to reach there till late last night -
their corpses have been found in a morgue.
Such glee - see my blood on my hands now!
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Life is nothing but a series of stairs
that you climb, slow 'n easy,
thinking that at the next level
you'll surely find ...
that what you've been born for!
The endless climbing, the restless seeking
just going on and on ...
each turn bringing with it the wild hope
that you'll surely find, round the next corner,
the treasure trove you've been looking for!
Until one fine (or not so fine) day you discover
to your great shock and disappointment
that you've been climbing this long
and have reached this high
for ... just THIS?
The top of the stairwell - the empty attic,
that holds nothing you'd ever have wanted
and highlighting to you, oh so clearly, that
life is nothing but a mirage, an illusion
you've been pointlessly running after!