Happy Women's Day

"Women should stay at home and stay protected." 

Not that that would make a woman safe from abuse, be that of a father or mother or brother or sister or husband or father-in-law or mother-in-law or the various other relatives and friends, but she would stay safe from strangers, well maybe not the courier delivery person or the milkman, or the vegetable vendor, or the sundry salespersons, but she would be safe. Yes, indeed safe. 

"Women should not deck up and go out. It is an open invitation to rape, molestation, abuse and degradation."

Not that fully decked women, women in the 'ultimate Indian attire', the Sari, are never molested, but at least she would have society's sympathy and outrage and who knows maybe the abusers would be reminded of other women they like and spare these women, whom they probably abuse or have mutely witnessed being abused anyway, but "decently clad" women needing to venture out would be safe. 

Yes, indeed.

"Women should go out alone. Women should be accompanied by men who are relatives when going out."

Of course, because random strangers will immediately recognize that you are related and will not pull you up and ask you bizarre questions as to who you are and where you are going and why you are out at all. Women will be then safe. 

Yes, quite. I do see your point. 

"One cannot expect the police to keep you safe. They are so overburdened. Just do not tempt. Do not question. Do not flash. Do not advertise. Do not hide. Do not be quiet. Do not be loud. Do not laugh. Do not reject. Do not agree. It is your responsibility to keep yourself safe and your family 'honour' intact."

Yes. That is why when houses get new paint and get robbed, the owners deserve it. That is why when one buys jewellery, perhaps diamonds, and the house is broken into, one is told that one 'invited' the crime and the criminals, sorry the 'dogs'. That is why when flashy cars are stolen, the owner is chided for the thirst to show off and not  be satisfied with a 'safer' option. That is why someone late at night is knifed outside the ATM, the government should ban ATMs and such, the cause of all such crime. 

Yes, indeed. I agree wholeheartedly. 

Happy Women's Day all! 

I hope for a day when we can celebrate ALL genders equally and every day. 

- Written on 8 March 2015

- I am still reeling with India's Daughter, reactions to the same, counter reactions to the same and on and on it goes.

Remains

In between pages of a diary peeps a half capped pen, 

As if the writer had left in a hurry, it forgotten.

Thoughts it recorded of a mind senseless

Words it spewed as venom most poisonous. 

Harsh, condemning those left behind, 

For not doing more to help, to be kind.

24 years of love, of bonding, of joy, all erased

Because that 1 person was the one who strayed? 

Parents, family, friends all who you encouraged, 

All you heard were taunts, where none were, as you raged.

Love comes in all forms, and joy is around sorrow's roundabout,

You knew this, said this often, but under duress you forgot.

But when unhappy, one is wont to say

"It is my way or the highway".

But not this one way street, not this pain,

Not this end, not just this memory of you to remain.

27 Feb 2015

- Self-Explanatory.

No Chance for Redemption

Received news today 

A student has death embraced

From the 7th floor house, a supposed cucoon,

High on alcohol he fell down to ever doom 

His parents to question themselves, to wonder

"What could I have done to stop this blunder?" 

Do people who let go ever pause to think

How many more they drag with them to the brink? 

The mother lamenting she had done not more

The father staring, unable to bring his sorrow to the fore.

Listening to the mother bewildered, in pain,

Thinking of 24 years of love come to pass in vain. 

Sharing her grief, shuddering as she weeps, 

But filled with rage, for the loss for keeps.

A girlfriend ditched you, a promotion passed you by, 

I sympathised then, but NOW, I am antagonised.

Yes, bad things happen, so work through them, 

Or reach out. Friends, even strangers, would not abandon. 

Everyone makes mistakes, we may have too, 

But no chance of redemption, why bestow this gloom? 

You who said your parents were the best, 

Have ensured they only stay atop grief's crest. 

Sorry, I am too angry to cry. 

Why? Why? Did you commit suicide? 

- 27 Feb 2015

- Self-Explanatory.

ADOPTED

It has been a bad day today in some ways. 

I got into an argument yet again. 

But this one hurt me deeply, 

Someone said an adoptee has no family.

A student I know is one such

Who has been denied so much

His parents love him a lot, he says

But their families even now walk away. 

A loving touch, a gentle word, a joyous smile, 

Is it so hard to be be kind to a child? 

Genes are touted so much by people,

But really the difference is so miniscule. 

Did you know for instance that human DNA differs by 0.1% or less

From another human, origin regardless? 

That mtDNA inherited from the mother is the same composition

For all that belong to a wide continent region? 

Yet we distinguish, we need to know

The origin of child to place him high or low

In our rankings of love and respect

Based on prejudice, and some fear, I suspect. 

Do we not have in each of our familes,

Some killer, some thief, some secret we would like to keep? 

Yet what we protest is a member of another creed or community

And worse a person, an infant, with no known identity! 

Does it make sense when we know less of death and life hereafter

To embrace it so, but to shun a child because it knows not its gene provider?

I grew up on stories of the rearing of Krishna and Moghli, 

And I would rather be with a wolf than such specimens of 'humanity'. 

- Written on 23 Feb 2015

- Self-explanatory. Plus a similar argument with someone else on the possibility of TOTAL acceptance of adoptees by ALL. 

- The conversation took place after I showed a documentary in class 'The Human Spark: Episode 02'. The kid wanted to ahow this to his "family", more so his parents would not be reviled any more than for himself. I think he is more evolved than that extended FAMILY of his, but whatever. 

- Today has just been that kind of day. :( 

- I hope tomorrow brings a brighter thought being adopted. 

Happy Kiss Day

May each day be a kiss day :)

Kisses smacking of joys,

Kisses shared by the eyes,

Love filled kisses, 

Comforting kisses, 

Flying kisses, 

Gesture kisses, 

French kisses, 

Tickling kisses,

Air kisses, 

Blown kisses,

So many types, so many ways, 

So light a touch that was placed, 

So deep a connection that caress for years stays, 

So joyous a celebration

That it begs repetition,

So varied and so much emotion

In this universal form of expression.

A mother's cracked loving lips, 

A father's bearded scratchy lips

A child's drool filled lips, 

A friend's laughter spilling lips, 

A lover's romantic lips, 

And on and on goes the list. 

I wish you kisses galore

May love ever replenish its store. 

Happy Kiss Day! 💋💋💋💋

- Written on 13 Feb 2015

- Self-explanatory :) Happy Kiss Day everybody. 

Class in the Open

The electricity plays havoc, 

My students' presentations cut short, 

Too dark in the classroom with only AC,

We proceed to the open Amphi,

An hour and more of holding forth,

With no PPT, or chalk or board,

With just games and discussions, 

And role enactments, 

A fun 2 hour session, 

Going back to class seemed torture even, 

But another 3 hours of lectures done, 

I even learnt a lesson, 

What seemed initially a mess, 

Is now what makes my day seem a success.

- Written on 24 January 2015.

- 

Sometimes words

Sometimes the words come out

Wrong and what is intended 

Is not what is spout. 

Sometimes the words you spoke

Hurt those whom you

Love the most.

Sometimes you know the tears might stay

For some inner fears, doubts, 

They then betray. 

Sometimes these words cannot be back taken

Howmuchever you 

Wish them unheard, unspoken. 

Sometimes then all you can wish for

Is what you have always relied on

Through Life's furore.

Sometimes then the mercy of friends

Makes you feel relieved, 

Small yet big, and shaken.

Sometimes words hurt in the aftermath

The 'sayer' as much as the one

They consigned to a bloodbath. 

Sometimes words spoken 

Test bonds of love, hopefully strengthen, 

And teach a valuable lesson. 

Sometimes words make you dig deeply

For courage to apologise abjectly

For love to accept the 'I am sorry'.

Sometimes words show you

How unthinking you are in taking for granted

The love of those closest to you.

- Written on 23 January 2015. 

- I spoke without thinking what was to be a joke, the words though hurt my closest friend. 

- Made me anew realise, 

How often I speak before I analyse. 

Not an excuse that I meant not the joke,

Never a good reason to another's hurt poke. 

But I have good friends who forgive easily,

With such friends I am blessed indeed. 

Conflicting Missions, 1 Victim

[18:28, 10/01/2015] Anusha Ramanathan:

 Mommy Tip no. 192837465: 

-Call daughter rushing out with slight urgency. 

-Dishevel said daughter's hair (even more) 

-Say nothing as she looks aghast.

-Daughter remembers umpteen other times of being told to check hair before leaving.

-Daughter whips out comb on her way down stairs. 

-Mission Mommy 192837465 accomplished. 😂

[18:37, 10/01/2015] Anusha Ramanathan:

 Mission Auto 459:

-Have a really low side fringe for roof top cover so Daughter with newly combed hair has to duck really low to protect said hair. 

-Then have really low roof, double rexined with foam cushion on the top cover??, to further mash said combed hair. 

-Then whip through lanes as breeze blows to further restyle combed hair, with jerks and halts galore to give not just hair, but the spine a new fashion style. 

- Charge more than a parlour for new hairstyle that sort of represents the mommy mission 192837465 stage 2.

- Written on 10 January 2015.

- Whatsapp conversation pasted herein. 

2014 for me

The year is past, 

As usual, a mixed lot. 

Some achievements (like I got published) 

But so much more on my 'To Do' list.

I learnt anew to fear mortality. 

But also renewed ties with family. 

Every smile of mine had my determination's measure,

Each moment of laughter - a cherished treasure. 

My dreams I, again, deferred, 

But my compromises I have preferred. 

I feel so much more tired this year,

But I am still in my fighting gear. 

I feel I have lost all my spark,

But even then life's not all that hard. 

My blessings: Family, friends, and colleagues

Hey! Not bad, this reality. 

- Written on 31 December 2014

- Self-explanatory

Happy New Year! 2015!

2014, Good or Bad, scripted a new History.

The Saffron Regime was hailed from Kashmir to Kanyakumari!

The emphatic victory of the strategist Modi, 

The utter ruin of a political dynasty. 

Greetings across nations from an unusual coterie, 

A Hebrew leader learns Hindi!! 

Proposers become opposers, opposers proposers,

Look no further than the GST and like blunder-wonders. 

Education is myth, 

Just look to Sanskrit. 

Aviation is history, 

Just look to our Ancient Technology.

"The more things change, the more they remain the same",

Is this going to be India's shame? 

New regimes: the order of the day, 

Another daring captain gives way

With a similar abruptness that has marked his course

To new aggression, a new force.

Resilient, defiant, nothing extra-ordinary, 

PK: an argument against "Ghar Vaapsi".

More Internet spoofs than ever

Celebrities, politicians - all torn asunder. 

Respect will be earned, not commanded, 

The young and old have together banded.

Just as Malala and Kailash won the Nobel Peace Prize

The famous and the nameless have all tried to end strife.

Behold, our country got new equipment for our Army and Navy.

While terrorists and calamities struck, we proved our humanity.

Though Health weighed less than Wealth this year, 

Sports, Science and MOM did make us cheer.

We were many times behind, we were at times ahead,

Yet there is HOPE overriding the dread. 

In 2015, may this hope materialise,

May 'a better tomorrow' this year arise.

Strength in body, strength of mind, 

A kind spirit that will all people bind.

Prosperity shared, Wealth multiplied,

Health enjoyed, Ignorance destroyed. 

Dreams achieved, Success rejoiced,

Environment conserved, Peace realised.

2015, this is what I visualise,
I wish, I pray, may this actualise.

- Written on 31 December 2014

- Self-explanatory
- For future reference:
Modi tweeted in Hebrew Hanukkah greetings and got a reply from the Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu in Hindi!
Smriti Irani of the HRD Ministry makes Sanskrit compulsory in CBSE schools as the 3rd language. And the 102nd Indian Science Congress had topics on Ancient Indian aviation (from  Mythology) as one of its key papers along with new technology. 660+ scientists on a signature campaign against such regressions in the name of cultural preservation.
We also got INS Vikramaditya, the biggest and heaviest ship of the Indian Navy. $13 Billion sanctioned for new equipment for the Defence that includes Israeli Spike MR missiles for the army and 6 new submarines.
MS Dhoni abruptly announced his retirement from Tests. And Pankaj Advani (Billiards), Mary Kom (Wrestling) and Sania Mirza (Tennis) did India proud as did ISRO's Mars Orbiter Mission (MOM) - the least expensive Mars mission and the made India the FIRST nation, among 4 so far, to land on Mars on the first attempt. 

Being Ill

Somedays it gets so difficult to take even one more step,

The more the work the piles on as the more you fret. 

You want to just pull the blanket over your head

And escape this world and its demands; pretend that you're dead. 

You want to curse yourself for giving up, 

Is this how one behaves as a grown up?

You sigh! You trudge up another step,

You hope that at least what you deserve you now get.

You wonder why today is when you want to cry,

Why nothing seems possible how muchever you try.

And then your mother asks "Are you ill?"

And your thermometer shows 102°and is climbing still...

- Written on 9 Dec 2014

- Self-Explanatory.

The Dropouts

Have you ever seen the angst he hides
As into his wrist a blade he slides?
The girl on that 7th floor sill,
Crying, "No more, no more", in a voice shrill,
Have you seen the tears
That even then to shed she fears?

What systems we breed
That make kids bleed?
What is this greed
That only marks can feed?
What is this creed
That blots out any other need?

No fun and games.
No leisurely days.
No patience for mistakes.
Are these really childhood days?

School, tuitions, classes even
Oh! So very carefully chosen,
Each adding to the 'value' of a person,
That will aid to secure some deemed admission.

Then a good job, then a better pay,
Then a better lifestyle, then a place to stay,
Then a family to make, then kids to entertain,
Then all these to maintain.
When, who will stop this train?
When will from blindly following 'success' we refrain?

Dropouts! I salute you for taking a stand
For your attempt to follow your heart, not the lay of the land,
For inspiring a few more to follow your lead,
For spreading the syndrome of a 'bad seed'.
'Be happy' - your sucess mantra,
Thank you for showing the blade boy and the sill girl a new vista!

Bravo!

- Written on 7 December 2014
- Irritated by multiple conversations in the past week about tuitions, marks, resume profiles. Even NGO work is done for an SOP, not society!!!
- And yes, dedicated to Karthik too.
- BTW, so many students approach so many a time (at least it seems that way to - frustrated with my helplessness - me). How does one help them, how does one counsel thwir families, for they often are the ones in need of a reality check, how does one change the system - one admires, promotes the intrepid daredevils.

Salaam!

Commute: An Education

Travel: a bane they say.
I agree. Sometimes, it is a pain.
But spare a thought to all that we gain,
As to a destination we make our way.

An aunty next to me is counselling
The new bride on MIL tackling.
A 70 year old is us informing,
How her will leaves her offspring nothing.

She goes on to grouse,
That she gave them education, food and house,
They expecting more is just unfair,
When so many orphans are in despair.

Where to find new bags, shoes, clothes,
Deals to skip and what to NOW foreclose.
Candies for a crying child magically appear,
Just as the 5th one on a 3 seater adjusts her rear.

Even as the stench of sweat stultifies
The train picks up speed and a breeze revives.
Tolerance, camaraderie, confidence, passion,
Aggression, isolation. Commute: an education.

- Written on 4 December 2014.
- While commuting in the train I received yet another Whatsapp message from a cousin commisserating about the amount of travel we Mumbaikars have to do. While I crib too, something in me also wanted to defend our way of living: travelling.
I had more lines, but my station was coming up and had to alight. Now, dunno. :) 

Happy Diwali 2014

I wish you crackers:
In Diwali Sale deals, not pollution makers.
I wish you sparklers:
Your loved ones' laughter.

I wish you sweets, aplenty:
Of life's moments, not obesity and disease.
I wish you savour:
The gift of life, the gift of love, not just food with spice and flavour.

I wish you light soft as a breeze
That gives even as it receives:
Solar, Wind, Clean Energy,
Not conventional that does actually deceive and fleece.

I wish you new
A mentality, a promise, a practice to recycle, to replenish, to renew.
I wish you wealth and success
That cherishes life and nature, not excess.

I wish you prosperity
Not built on the defeat of humanity.
I wish you bright
A future that only spreads delight.

I wish you knowledge and wisdom
That works and prays for, not preys on, others' freedom.
I wish you joy
That if waves of sadness crash will be your and others' buoy.

I wish you most love and peace
That grow and bloom the more you share these.

Happy Diwali 2014!

Cheers,
Anusha

- Written on 22 October 2014
- Self-Explanatory

Hold me

Hold me in your arms, comfort me,
Take me away from this madding crowd, console me.
Nothing angers me, nothing excites, I am bogged in worry,
I want to leave everything behind right now, please hurry.

The pain, the breathlessness, I can't take anymore,
Those who can I admire evermore.
Getting up is so ennervating, I would just like to sleep,
Death, can't you me to you keep?

- Written on 9 June 2014
- Am so tired. 

To Aju

No matter what you do,
Someone will be annoyed with you,
So to only yourself stay true.

No matter what you desire,
People will rouse your ire,
So console yourself that this is but a gyre.

But no matter what, no matter why,
There will be some who will never you decry,
Focus, take strength from these and your limit is the sky.

- Written on 8 June 2014
- First day of Aju papa's work tomorrow. My baby cousin is a bona fide professional now!

Amith, Happy Birthday

This day commemorates
The herald of Amith the great
The one who walks ahead and then for you waits.

The one who from college days has a bit changed
The one who can't eat anything spicy
The one who now knows what it is to be moderate.

The one who is still sensitive, but has learned to hide,
The one who inundated us with mails, but now no longer writes
The one who got into scraps, but now abides.

Happy Birthday Amith!
You have grown, certainly. But please let's just grow up not grow apart.

 keep in touch dude. While I am grateful for the absence of those fwds, I do miss your salvos. Write more Birthday boy.

- Written on 8 November 2013

The Moon Cherishes

The moon a silent guardian
Faithfully accompanies me
On this lonely journey
Towards the solace of home.

Yellow, yellow, night lord of light,
Outshing stars invisible in smog,
Peeping, assuring. I am all agog
As through buildings it charts its flight.

As I look up, I feel heaven's blessirng,
A breeze blows, gently caressing.
No worries now, it admonishes.
Bathing me in peace, it cherishes.

- Written on 27 March 2013
- on the way home from work obviously. The yellow fullish moon kept winking at me.

Mythology - Woman Power Unlimited

Be like Sita
Follow your heart
Be like Draupadi
Challenge authority
Be like Kunti
Imbibe her power and dignity
Be like Gandhari
Invert duty
Be like Satyavati
Change the fate of a dynasty
Be like Yashoda
Love selflessly, endlessly
Be like Ganga
Do your duty ruthlessly
Be Kausalya, be Kaikeyi,
Be Tara, be Mandodari,
Be Radha, be Rukmini,
Whatever you desire, choose to be,
But above all Woman, be happy.

- Written on 9 March 2014

Adi-Adu

Aditya, the Explorer
May all that you seek be within your reach
May all that you find bring you joy
Dream, Discover, Prosper
Be ever blessed with love and laughter.

Advait, the Socializer
May you befriend the Universe
So that it be the Cosmos' happiness
To grant you all that you desire.
May from sharing your gleeful smile you never tire

- Written on 2 December 2012

Courage

I wonder how people find the courage
To say 'Yes' after just a few days?
I have seen them make a success of marriage
Because they manage to keep the faith.

But I have also seen them give more care
To choosing a cell phone - such a minor affair.
How they decide to change and their lives share
Almost as if they took on a dare?

When lifelong companions still throw you a surprise
How do you love without a fear of reprise?
So many flaws on each side,
How do you know you can each other abide?

Life not by fear is to be ruled, agreed,
But did you not spend more time choosing a career field?
If life is to be taken so casually,
Why are we warned to look before we leap?

I salute these people brave
Their decision I joyously commemorate,
And hope I am never called to commiserate,
May they ever be happy, I pray.

- Written on 25 Jan 2014
- Too many people around me taking spot decisions and surprising me. 

To Karthik

You began truly working at age 19
Though you were partners in a business at 16
I remember your aspirations, your determination,
Today when I think of you at your work station,
When I register anew your stagnation,
When I see the results of your resignation,
I feel a failure as your friend,
I never wanted to see you at this deadend.

When I see you with your shows, your documentaries,
When I hear the depth in your commentaries,
When I think of all that you could still achieve,
When I repent how you let opportunities out through a sieve,
When I realise again how important were your dreams,
When I sense my blindness to your loss, your grief,
I know now that a pat on the back is not enough,
I know faith cannot be sustained in front of pain relentless.

I hope, I pray, that some day you will awake,
To the dawn when life might yet offer you a stake,
In how your own life you shape,
That in successes you too may partake,
I know you care not much for your lack of health or degrees or wealth,
You only ever wanted to prove your mettle.
But know that you have proven it time and again,
Each time about your health you refuse to complain.

You are my hero for your empathy and your manifold ability
You awe me with your broadmindedness, with your humility,
You intimidate me with your grace, your intelligence,
You bowl me over as you constantly strive to your curiousity quench.
You have not let fate overcome your beliefs,
You have merely retired, post multiple defeats.
I await the day eagerly when you might reenter the fray,
Then you will win, bad times can't always hold sway.

- Written on 8 June 2014

To Easwar and Deepika

Now a new voyage begun,
On Sunday, 2014 June 1,
A soulmate, the Light, the Chosen ONE,
With you, the Eminent, the Only ONE.

May this journey of love and togetherness,
Be ever filled with wonder and freshness,
Ever carpeted with understanding and respect,
Ever powered by increases in your wallet,
Ever cherished by health and success,
Ever cushioned by loved ones' nearness.

Ever a comfort, ever an adventure,
'Happily Married' - may this paradox be your future.

May you and Deepika ever have reasons to rejoice,
May every day be a celebration of your choice,
May you ever blessed be,
Be always, always happy.

- Written on 1 June 2014
- Self Explanatory

Beauty is as beauty does

"Was it worth it?" I ask,
Despairing, aghast.


"The pain now, the suffering,
The medicines taken from before the beginning?"

She groans, she moans
She fights for breath as she intones:

"My family, my choice,
A rare getogether, a chance to rejoice,

Memories made, memories stored,
Not a moment would I forego,

Not that I did much, I wished I could
I arranged rather than made some food,

More have I done in the past,
And would even now, if not for my heart,

Leave me be, I would rather do and die,
What worth is life, if I cannot even try."

I hope I grow to be this woman I now chide,
If 'Beauty is as beauty does', beauty does in her reside.

- Written on 4 June 2014
- Self Explanatory

Welcome 2014

A year of transformation:

Hopefully Indian politics' alteration,

Biz India's further evolution,

Sound economics beating inflation,

The climate's revivification,

Agriculture's revitalization, 

Only positive effects of globalization,

More, better products of education,

More peace, more resolution,

More sense, more passion,

More work, more relaxation, 

More wisdom, more innocence,

More highs, more balance, 

More dreams, more achievements,

More health, more sustenance,

More wealth, more benevolence, 

More luck, more perseverance,

More love, more friends,

More, and more, and more celebration,

2014 - Reinvigoration.  

- Written on 31 December 2013. 

- Self-explanatory 

BTW, I received a message from a dear Prof stating: 

not fare well but fare forward o voyeger   not more but little less is how world should  move, greetings and thanks for the dreams. pp

In response, I wrote: 

Indeed less Sir! 

Less consumption, less materialism,

Less insensitivity, less fanaticism, 

Less talking, less inaction, 

Less apathy, less division. 

But I still believe, more has a place, 

More is better when it comes to Grace

So I wish you more of less, and more of more

My heartfelt wishes you must bore.

. 

:) 

Maha Ganapatim

Maha ganapatim 

The one with the elephant head.
The one born of a mother's sweat,
The one who knows it all:
That parents are a child's world coz they own his heart,
The one who always evil wards,
The one we worship as the foremost among the Gods.

The scribe with the broken ivory,
The one who wrote Vyas's long poetry,
The one who proposes peace,
The one who loves to feast,
The one satisfied with a strand of grass,
The one who shuns no task.

The one who drives the smallest vehicle:
Nano technology and consumerism we could learn from him,
Does the least work possible: white collar manager,
Fat as the world of which he is the ruler.

The one who killed a demon when roused,
Untouched by emotions, the pragmatic Lord, 
He is always smiling as he helps us,
He who gives back as good as he gets.

The one who took on his father and was beheaded, 
But still emerged the victor, his mother's favourite.

The one whose brother is a warrior god,

The hedonist, the caretaker, the wise one, the paradox.

The myth, the hero, the smart aleck, 
The cool dude, set apart from the rest,
The one we look to for guidance,
The one who ever gives us reassurance.

Maha ganapatim

- Written on 30 Nov 2013
- Dunno why, but I was singing Maha Ganapatim and this emerged
- Perhaps it is also fated that this is my 100th post :) 
- I think this one can do with revisions, but later. Can't decipher right now. 

Happy Birthday Aju

The kid is all grown up now:
Asks for info on jobs and all.
The one who cuddled and needed feeding,
Now hugs under duress and knows cooking.
The one who fought, now mediates,
The one who now gives, not takes.

But somethings change not at all:
He is still loving and affectionate,
He still achieves, he still plays,
He still quips, is cynical, and rants and raves,
He is still quixotic and brave,
He is still a little boy at heart, my fave.

Happy Birthday Aju.

- Written on 20 November 2013
- Self Explanatory :)

The Journey

The Ride

The curtainless windows are shut tight

In the second floor classroom.

Shut against all the noise from the road.

A voice reads aloud some lines

And enraptured minds sit in silence.

You do not look, but are aware, sharply, avidly,

That everyone is waiting, grasping, for even a shred of the beauty.

Your own eyes are wide open to possibilities.

Your ears twitch that no sound escapes their repository.

The person ahead of you, you almost do not see.

You seem to move continually forward

Towards a destination

Just beyond the voice, the person, lies realization.

Outside the world is going berserk

Chaos tries intruding through cracks in the wood

But fails to impinge on your focus.

A chuckle resounds in the silence. It echoes your thoughts.

The mood swings: further deliberation is paused.

At the end of this ride, you awaken.

You had stepped into the poet’s realm.

Mesmerising, the voice resounds even when you leave.

It stays with you each time you read Jejuri.

The passion you had seen has seeped into you

You are alive sensibly and sensitively

To the sensuousness, the richness, literature, life, has to offer to you.

Happy Birthday Meena Ma’am.  And  a million thanks. .

- Written on 16 September 2013. 

- Self Explanatory :) 

Best Wishes

A bold step taken - never regret

Things were meant to be - never forget

Old is gold - well said. 

Now aspire for diamonds and platinum instead. 

Fond memories will prevail 

But then there was also much travail

It had never been a smooth sail

Now finally, everyone will, you, hail. 

The new journey may be fraught

With fears that are worth naught

For the many talents you have got

You will always emerge the best of the lot. 

- Written on 16 September 2013

- For Susan :) Way to go Madame :) 

Oblivion

It is easy to walk, walk to forget your pain.

Aimless, senseless wanderings, your mind free of restrain.

Shops abound, shopkeepers call out, pedestrians dash past.

But you just walk, and walk fast.

Nothing infringes on a soul turned inward,

Peace that you seek has been delivered.

Then a screech of brakes that jar,

Reality is no longer afar.

You apologise sweetly.

People blame the mobile, you acquise unknowingly.

You wonder what would happen if...

And then decide there is little to crib

Just be more careful planning such a venture

When you let intrude not a murmur,

Choose a garden, a park, a gym even

When next you want, crave, oblivion.

- Written on 3 May 2013

- OK before anyone gets on my case, while it is based on a true incident, there have been several such instances when I was not even at fault AND there is something called DRAMATIC LICENSE. 

Knock away Death

Death day in, death day out,

Death is all you sense throughout.

A smile on her face, your best friend,

Pain in her eyes, so deadened.

What more can you do? What to do?

It haunts you, it taunts you.

But she soldiers on, she still comes to your aid,

You realize anew how easy you have life made.

I will not give in. I will not give up.

Till I can, with her, I will keep up.

I will not shed a tear. I will not let in fear.

I will not her ideals smear.

When she moans for death, I will crack a joke.

When she tires, I will prod, I will support.

Death, knock all you want, evermore

I, we, are NOT opening the door.

- Written on 4 May 2013.

- Self explanatory.

- 

Another Breath

What do you do? When someone you love tells you she wants to die?

When you know saying “things will get better” would be a lie?

When there is nothing you can do save be there

As for every breath her struggle she lays bare?

When the pain does not leave her in peace

She moans even at night as she sleeps?

When the swollen legs and the cramps make your hands ache

Nothing you do seems to make her troubles fade?

When along with her physicality, you see her personality change

As she copes with the new challenges that her restrain?

When you can see life slowly out of her drain

Your words, your actions, your hopes in vain?

When you join her in wishing for death

Afraid to kill, to die, to live? Well, you just take another breath.

-         -  Written on 17 April 2013.

-         -  It has been germinating a while now. Self-explanatory. 

To Urmila's Sister :)

Sister mine, you are the pious one,

Exemplify the go(o)d wife, bar none. 

Your husband told you not to come,

You ignored him, his wisdom.
You added to his work, slowed his pace,
You coveted, landed in disgrace.
You ignored dictums for your whims,
And when caught sang hymns!

All united to free you,
A 'devil' defeated, a land 'liberated', the cause: YOU.
Yet again you proved your virtue,
A fire pyre, a decoy; you so pure, true.
But people had their way,
Their queen had to go away.

Into an ashram you so graciously retired,
Bore twins who surpassed the one who them sired.
And when begged to take your rightful seat,
You 'forgivingly' declined, escaped duty in your mother's retreat.
Enshrined forever in your devotees' heart,
A model? A burden? For womankind ever to cart.

Your sisters, who their husbands obeyed,
Who from their kingdom's cause never strayed,
Who whims and fancies never betrayed,
Who gracefully in the background ever stayed,
Did anyone give them the time of the day?
Who, today, remembers any one's name?

The moral? Ah the moral! Could be but one:
Emulate Sita. Woman, have fun. ;)

- Completed 13 November 2012. Genesis 3 October 2012. 

- Do not ask. The first off I have had in a long, long while. May be that is why. May be boredom for me means torture for my loyal subjects :) 

- It started with some dimwit judge (actually several dullards that preside our benches spake thus) decreeing that the wife must emulate Sita and go with her husband and do as HE wishes. I hope the judge reads the Ramayan again and lets me know when exactly did Sita obey any ONE of the male species. Oh Yes! her father, who decreed she must marry the one who could aim well with The bow, and even then, I am not sure that our eager princess did not have some trick up her sleeve. :P 

- Helen of Troy should be ashamed, don't you think so?. :) 

- Oh! and by the way the two cousins of Sita who married Bharat and Shatrughan were named Mandavi and Shrutakirti respectively. That is, if I remember correctly. never did read or hear much about them. Ironic that the one who is named, 'whose praise is to be sung' or 'whose fame is heard' is the least known of the quartet. Urmila was, of course, Lakshman's wife, Janak's younger daughter and perhaps the better known one after the 'great' Sita. The opposite of the willful sister: the famous wallpaper. :P 

Voices in My Head

Today is a day we celebrate Triumph

Of Good over Evil, 

Of Strength over Fear

Of Wisdom over Ignorance

Of Prosperity over Poverty. 

Of Unity over Solitariness 

Of Happiness over Sadness. 

This day I take to thank you all.

You stood by me in my dark hours. 

You gave me solace, whispered (or shouted) advice

Your presence made me strong and wise. 

"You Whiner! Get over your self-pity

You have talent that you use sparingly. 

You need to get off your fat butt NOW

Make your mark in the world, so people will to you bow. 

And when you do, share your reward

For I was the one who kicked you to make me proud."

"You are never alone,

Just pick up the phone. 

A shoulder, an ear, 

Always here. 

Whatever you need, you will be given.

Whatever your fear, here is a haven.

I have faith in you, but you need to do more,

You need to bring, not your doubts, but your abilities to the fore."

"I sympathise. You are suffering.

I know pain and the doubts that it brings.

But I know you too. You have so much,

Your knowledge should be your crutch.

Just go for it and stay healthy, 

Eat good food, rest plenty." 

"Hola! I know I ain't near you there

But I hold you in my prayer

Just be strong, stay tall and proud, 

You can do it. Never doubt." 

"What nonsense! You are insane, totally mad.

What is wrong with you that you are sad?

Just chill, drink a beer and smoke pot,

Then you will know how much you have got.

Seriously, jokes apart, 

You are good, and you work hard. 

Success is there, it just takes time. 

As for misery, ride ON it, make the Devil thine." 

"Hey! You gave me advice

Told me to stay strong and wise

Now you are plagued with self-doubt? 

Not done girl! Trust your heart. 

Go all out and I know you will achieve

Unparalleled success and fame. Just you believe. 

Write, publish, teach.

Everything you desire is within your reach." 

"More pathos?! You know the truth NOT!

Live my life and you will know it is what. 

I have the world's illnesses, but I look beyond

I have the worst luck, but I work it out. 

You need to get out and think better,

Stop being a typical and do SMART work.

Learn from others and you will realise your worth."

"Why you stay in this rut, I will never know. 

Just get out here (or elsewhere). Explore. Go with the flow.

Stop being satisfied with the mediocre, the meagre.   

To help you prosper, I am more than eager." 

"Giraffeji, Namaste!

What pearl of wisdom do you share today? 

Why don't you exploit your talent?

Why make yourself (and us) lament? 

There is so much you can do, 

I know it already, Teach, when will you?!"

"Godiva, thou shalt shine in the annals of history

As the one to contest the Rani of Jhansi in the stake for intrepidity. 

However, foolish one, must you always

Cry on thus, instead of mending your ways? 

Work less, rest more, stop relying on your vial.

Set an example, realise your potential.

Eiffel tower, stop leaning. 

Stop excogitating. Start doing." 

Each has spoken, 

Some, of course, more often. 

Each has helped me chart my course

Thank you for your faith and kicks

As I navigate through life's tricks. 

Thank you one and all. 

Gratfeul,

Anusha

- Written on 13 November 2012, Diwali Day this year. 

- Self Explanatory. 

- Who? They, whom the stanzas are dedicated to, will know. Privacy maintained, Love acknowledged :) 

Happy Diwali 2012

Dark night, still and silent,
Evil haunts shadows, triumphant. 

But is it, does it have to be thus? 
It is Diwali that reminds us. 
A dark, still night can be celebration.
Evil lurks, but it can be undone.

Lights abound, guiding your eyes, 
The crackers' sound your fear destroys
People gather, there is strength in unity
Delicacies shared indicate plenty. 

May your loved ones be always near
Helping you always triumph over any fear. 
May you have strength and wisdom and prosperity. 
May your darkest hour be the Amavas of Diwali. 

Happy Deepavali to you and all your loved ones:)

-Written on 13 November 2012 as in 2012  Diwali Day :) 
- By the way my brother's birthday, but he didn't merit the torture of my poem :) 
- Self Explanatory :)