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.