Cousins' Company

Commiserations at boring family functions, 

Plotting to escape the elders' benevolent maledictions,

Friends despite unfair adult comparisons, 

The one better teased in unison, 

No space for gloating, but still praise aplenty, 

The 'weakest' even with the 'best': the Cousins' Company.

- Written on 3 May 2016. 

- In response to a cousin's post on a group about the beauty of cousins. 

India's political inventory

The need to change names, 
To reestablish identities dead and decayed. 
The need to assert, these are our Gods, even in cities swank, 
Just to reassure the Khap Panchayat type vote bank!
The need to glorify mythical history, 
To divert attention from current tragedy. 
The pathos to bathos trajectory, 
Is India's political inventory. 

- Written on 22 April 2016. 

- In response to Gurgaon becoming Gurugram to commemorate Dronacharya nearabout Dr Ambedkar's birth anniversary. 

Read:http://scroll.in/article/806918/ambedkar-vs-dronacharya-why-gurugram-is-just-the-rss-showing-whos-the-boss

Panic Manic

Lost. Drowning.

That panicked feeling.

Again strikes.

Chides. Derides.

I want to be fearless.

Of obstacles dauntless.

But I foresee a fall

Free. Deep. I am appalled.

I know. I believe.

I can overcome any tragedy.

But I still feel choked.

I still have no faith in hope.

A curse: This panic.

Makes me manic.

I feel so frantic

Beating myself with my hopeless stick.

- Written on 19 April 2016.

- Self-explanatory. Most times I choke, never my true fear do I know.

The Savan Durga Trek

We could still see the moon high in the western sky, 

When got into the bus in spirits high,

We were gonna climb a hill, 

We were gonna tire and persevere still. 

And 'we did and how' was the triumphant cry, 

Arthritis and vertigo were bid good bye, 

Up and up on cactus laden path, 

Up the boulders, we climbed, we crawled.

Some reached the heights of beauty, 

Sat on a fort wall thinking deeply, 

Some gave up half way so graciously, 

Half trek, our bit, done, they shrugged unapologetically. 

By 10 we were down getting  group-selfies, 

But what I cherish most are the memories, 

Of holding hands, of helping, encouraging, 

Of sharing, posing, independence enabling.

Back in the bus rejoicing, 

Working, yes, hushed talking,

Of curtains pulling, sleeping,

Of smiling, quietly team building. 

Clicking. CLIxing. :)

- Written on 25 Feb 2016. Posted today :) 

- An observation from a hill trek @Savan Durga with friends and colleagues. 

Death - 2 poems

Sometimes death is welcome,

Pain, intense, makes death seem wholesome. 

Then someone dies, as anticipated, 

We don't rejoice, but the relief is celebrated. 

Yet there is an underlying sorrow, 

It is the past that saddens, not morrow. 

The moments that could have been glorious,  

The bonds that could have been more joyous. 

The times when one turned the other way, 

The past that taught, that shaped, our today. 

Now no more a chance for a fresh beginning, for understanding, 

There was no desire sharp, but now there will be no reckoning. 

All paths ended, death holds its sway,
And one reflects what should now change.

- 25 March 2016
- It has been haunting me. Death.
I do not fear it.
But there is a sense of loss, nevertheless.
An uncle died on 7 March
From pain, suffering, a release gained.
Another had died weeks before
I saw my father lose his starch.
It strikes home, it does, no matter how stalwart,
The departed leave on a new quest,
Even as we begin to find new meaning
A new direction as we walk on a slightly different path.
New reflections, new insights,
Old wine, new bottle, perhaps,
But still the thought haunts,
'What if' resonates, and I wonder what I ought.
Words of comfort, I have none to give,
Death is release, I firmly believe.
But a loss is a loss, even in troubled loves,
Years of togetherness forge strong bonds.
I do not know what to say, to feel even,
Is it life I fear and death welcome?

Happy New Year! Welcome 2016! GOODBYE 2015 :)

Happy New Year! 

Wish you all the very best in 2016! 

Now if you are ready for my annual spam, read ahead :) 

DISCLAIMER: Only PART of all that I wanted to include, but is still as long as usual. 

What a year you were 2015!
Your Tagline: See Silver in Tragedy.
Did we laugh or did we cry?
Oh! I can just see that smile wry.   

Be it the Charlie Hebdo attack or the ISIS bombing,
The world united and vowed terrorism's ending.
The Nepal earthquake, the Chennai flooding,
The Haj stampede, the racial killings,
Through all these we gained courage; we kept faith,
Because people helped each other with mercy and grace. 

Yes, the Syrian crisis showed us again
How very indifferent we can be to another's pain.
How insular, insecure, some of us are,
How ignorance still thrives in the educated's heart.
Yet, Greece still is part of the Euro,
And Germany and Canada taught us to keep open the door. 

Free: a killer lawyer, Salman Khan, a juvenile rapist,
Ban: beef, alcohol, meat, curses in films -whatever is wrong to the neo-fascist.
Reign: India as home to the largest number of the world's hungry
Reach: The PM's focus on global tours and free basics and only the industry.
Create: Furore for things best ignored such as Aamir's statements or the AIB Roast
Ignore: Lack of basic amenities, corruption, that the environment is toast.
Reap: Floods, starvation, home grown terrorists, suicides in millions
Weep: This is not India, the aspiration and positivity of more than a billion. 

Yet, there is much to rejoice,
Indeed, we are spoilt for choice.
Grand old Leander Paes now holds the record for tennis titles,
Young Wrestlers and Pankaj Advani and Mirza and Nehwal too won laurels.
Operation Maitri and Operation Rahat did us proud,
Kalam inspired us to work, to live, with passion, till wrapped in a shroud.
For COP21 we united, the BASIC worked for "common but differentiated responsibilities"
World over Indians and Indian Origins are shining with their many feats. 

We now have the world celebrate the Yoga Day,
And we have our very own Constitution Day.
Yes, the parliament is still not functioning,
Yes, the politicians are still pettily bickering,
Yes, there is much to change,
But Maggi is back, for now we celebrate. 

Take heart in the silver lining,
It keeps our spirits from flagging.
Take heart in generosity and courage,
That inflation and calamities we can face,
Take heart that the common folks continue to be
India and the world's triumph in the face of tragedy. 

Believe that this road is not the end of a journey,
Believe that the writing of the future is in our deeds.
Believe that age nor time nor circumstance can ever defeat,
Believe that we can accomplish any feat.
Believe that inclusion is better than judgemental exclusion
Believe that flowers can indeed win wars, not guns. 

2016 we approach wiser than before
2016 we will better by bringing our best to the fore.

Wish you all Health, Wealth and Success in your passions,
And above all Love, Happiness and Peace in abundance.

- 31 December 2015

- Generally I give references, but this time Google it, guys. I only referred to VERY famous incidents.

- And as a very perceptive reader (Thank you Aseet) pointed out, skipped Ghar Wapsi. 

- Actually I have skipped ODES more. 

Hope Life treats you WONDERFUL!

Yesterday, I met this girl again,
Well a woman now, some would exclaim,
An old friend, let's keep it at that,
A beautiful person across me sat.

She told me her story,
As usual with a smile merry,
But wait, on reflection, also a bit weary,
Testing waters, a bit wary.

How do I tell her I admire her so?
Her cheerful persona, her grit, and so very much more.
Assertive and helpful, giddy and insightful, stubborn and graceful,
All I can say is hope Life ever from now treats you Wonderful.

Blessed Be.
Love Always.

- 31 December 2015
- Met an old college friend after a long time. Just so admire her spirit. 

3 and half hours

There are deadlines and lectures
Rescheduling horrors.
There is the bone deep tiredness,
The utter lack of zest.
The need to lie down and just sleep:
All this will keep.

3 and a half hours of bliss
With friends felt like minutes.
A late lunch with so much to eat,
But the really fun part was the meet.
The talk, the pokes, the sometimes sad jokes,
A new member in the group, but we were the same folks.

The camaraderie, the thread of understanding,
Even as we stretched the line of reasoning.
The frustration, the anger, the pain: 

All erased. So much a gain.
So much of laughter and fun,
I can't wait for December 31.

Thank you guys. 

- 20 December 2015 

- Self-Explanatory.

Surprise

Surprise! The element of fun.

Surprise! It shows care for one. 

Surprise! Such a lot of planning. 

Surprise! Most pleasurable without a warning. 

Surprise! How does one respond? 

Surprise! Squealing is out, but grace nowhere to be found. 

Surprise! The thought more than the cake.

Surprise! The effort more than the banner made. 

Surprise! The gift of time. 

Surprise! This friend of mine. 

- 17 December 2015

- A friend (and a colleague) ambushed me with a surprise mini celebration at work with a banner and cake, et al. In the midst of multiple deadlines to meet, tempers fraying, and everyone low on energy and health, the thought and effort was heartwarming. And to think, I was trying to skip the whole exercise :) 

A contract to to kill a contractor

3 and half months gone, but work still undone,

Shoddy at best, torturously slow, what fun.

Pay the price for being nice

Is being understanding and patient always wise? 

Workers don't care, the supervisors are jokes,

But hold on, be quiet, don't shout, say the folks. 

When will we give up this stupid image?

That we are better people - this tag is our cage. 

Does it not behoove us to fight? 

Even when we are in the right? 

Damn it! I want to just kill

These damn worthless contractors who still dare present a bill. 

- 03 December 2015

- Self Explanatory

A Missed Opportunity?

Late. Always late. 

Never intentionally. It is just fate. 

A missed opportunity to lament afresh,

Again with success could not mesh. 

Lost again a golden chance

To progress in life - this cruel dance. 

Time is a venture, invest well,

Plan it, so that your coffers swell. 

Play, if it gains you, something on a CV,

Sing if it wins you good publicity, 

Dance, act, earn a degree

Only to get 'a better life' - is the decree. 

'Better'- do we even know what that is? 

Is it just another false myth? 

In times past better was being naked, 

Coating oneself with mud and being sated. 

In times now it is the tribal, the 'outlaw', the 'weirdo',

Unless, of course, we to an exotic spa go. 

Better. Time. Life. Progress. 

Perhaps being late is NOT a mess?

Does it make one question the validity

Of a choice denied. Its very desirability? 

Perhaps being late is a gift not curse

That turn not taken, that road was worse? 

Celebrate. Enjoy. This mad sanity. 

Life is chaos, why impose structurality? 

Dance. Sing. Shout. Revel. 

Let happiness in you dwell. 

The no opportunity is a lost one,

It just wasn't the road on which to turn. 

- 28 November 2015

- Dunno why. But it has been haunting me, this delay with my PhD, my projects, my dealines, life in general. The number of times I have had to say NO. The incapability I feel to handle anymore. Perhaps this is my answer to myself. 

A Response

Walk alone in the dead of the night, 

But soldier know you are not alone in this fight,

Fury let out, tears let spill, 

Know that love forgives any ill.

The Wasteland is vast you say,

All the more reason to celebrate,

Renew, Replenish, recreate at will,

There is joy to be found still.

- Written on 22 November 2015
- in response to a friend's poem

Empty Roads

The almost empty roads shimmer, 

As the sun rays turn the black to silver. 

The sound of the auto's motor, 

Breaks through the silence, the langour. 

You get off the auto bemoaning noise's sacrilege,

You walk to enjoy the silent, empty road - a rare privilege. 

The sun warms you, but more the solitude,

Warm, open spaces, building one's fortitude.

A silence that allows thoughts to be heard, 

To rethink if you are just following the herd. 

You actually just want to sit, to explore,

Appreciate your surroundings, your inner core. 

So rare this opportunity in this city,

I so appreciate the aftermath of Diwali. 

- Written on 12 November 2015. 

- Diwali was on 11 Nov this year. And I had morning lectures. A pity I had to rush so. 

Happy Diwali 2015!

Diwali - the festival of lights.
The reminder - Good prevails in all fights.
The message - eradicate ignorance.
The joy - sharing one's abundance.
The harmony - one hears in another's laughter.
The beauty - one sees free of creed, caste, religion or border.
The ability - to improve, to find, to make something better.
The celebration - unity with one's neighbour.
The reflection - of what was past, of the (hopefully) learnt lesson.
The hope - a better world we will make happen.
The new year - of bliss, of peace, of prosperity.
Deepavali - may its essence be realised for and by all humanity.

Happy Diwali 2015! 

- Written on 9 Nov 2015 by moi :) 

And this is what make my attempt at rhyme worthwhile - Thank YOU Ramesh Ramanath - Your poem is what is awesome. 

The Counterpoint - 

What's in a light, that never fades
What's in a fight, in which u never fail
What's in a world, if you know it all
What's in a joy, if its not ever one's call
What's harmony, if the note isn't bent
What's in beauty, if one not from other different
What's that able, which enchanted cain
What's celebration, where we unite only to gain
What's in a mirror, that reflects no you
What's in a hope, that's without a hue
What's is in a year, which never sees tear
What's Diwali, without dark dusk near
                        ,smog that doesn't clear
                       ,not greeting a dear
                       ,riding without fear ;-)
  ,saving some darkness yet for next year

  :-D 

- Written by Ramesh Ramnath - on 11 Nov 2015 (at least that is when it was sent to me) AWESOMENESS :) 

Net Unity (NET Harmony)

"I AM watching."

"NO. I was not dozing."

"NO. You did not hear me snoring."

"No. You cannot be channel switching." 

"Give me the remote." 

" The advertisements do not me bore." 

"The channel I switched on, is to remain on and LOUD."

"I can hear from the bathroom or kitchen when I have to move around."

"The TV is not working." 

"There must be a conspiracy against South Indians brewing."

"Why did you not to the cablewala go?"

"Tell him to get back my show."

The TV saga in my house. 

Perhaps, a version of this every family's grouse. 

In this 'wonderful scene of harmony and unity',

The only ones who adjust are kids accessing the net at speed. 

😜

- Written on 24 November 2015.

- Self- Explanatory. 

Kill. Still. Will.

Noise. Light. Burst. 

Ears. Eyes. Hurt. 

Burn. Smell. Smog. 

Crackers. Nose. Block.

Wind - Cease.

Land - Plead. 

Sky - Black

Water - Lack. 

100 cones - 1 rupee.

The TN Women's untold tragedy. 

Wet paper. Straighten. 

Apply paste. Roll. To 1000 hasten. 

Gun powder fill.

Children, dare not spill. 

Lungs, themselves, slowly kill. 

But, we want crackers still.

- 23 October 2014
- Stuck in traffic for almost 02 hours. Watching crackers light up the sky. A sky so dark, I can't see the stars, a haze so thick, my eyes weep, an air so dense, I can't breathe, a celebration I can only lament as I recall statistics of exploitation and pollution.

Shun Crackers. Will you India? Will you make me proud? 

Bliss

Nothing to do.

Nothing to prove.

Comforting silences, 

Interspersed with conversation slices:

A platter of topics ranging far and wide

From dreams to Syria to birds to weight and height. 

No company better I know to keep.

No one I can more share thoughts and feelings deep.

I have friends close and family too, 

He fulfills both roles and so ably too. 

Just spending a few hours brings solace. 

The world is forgotten no matter the place. 

I wish time would forget its pace, 

When we meet, it would not so race. 

Much mirth, self-deprecatory jokes, 

Comments galore, each the other pokes, 

With understanding and wit

Every word, action is lit. 

Maybe I don't contribute as much,

But I treasure each word, action, touch,

This camaderie, this bond, 

May it better in years beyond. 

A perfect day, another one, 

To give me strength when I am undone. 

A better gift nowhere to be found, 

Hope more such days always abound. 

- 6 October 2015

- Thank you Easwar. 

 

Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary

I have met you more through 

Family folklore, stories galore,

Most beautiful, most talented

Adored, gracious, cherished.

Even at age 10, could cook, make rangoli, 

Better, way better, than her, said your youngest Chithi.

Could sing, if you wished, professionally, 

Said Venkitachalam Athimber almost despairingly.

Would be obedient and affectionate and study so well,

Said all in the family with pride swell.

I brushed them aside as tall tales,

As creative as you were to be claimed. :)

And then came the twist in the tale,

And even earlier praise for you seemed to pale.

I came to admire you, yearn to interact, 

It all began with a letter, in fact.

I had heard hushed whispers and seen Appa cry,

But I did not know why. 

Then I saw your letter grand,

Coming home from school, I collected the letter blue, THE INLAND.

You had written of appreciating their love, of understanding their angst,

But your decision you would not even second glance. 

Your immediate family had mostly accepted, 

That was all you wanted and had expected. 

Time would tell that you had found a partner able,

That love would guide better than religion's cable

I heard then the story of your love marriage,

I admired you then as a heroine brave. 

I prayed that you prove the naysayers wrong and yourselves right,

And you did! Much to my delight. :)

I heard more folklore as years went by, 

Of your maturity, of in-laws understanding and of a partner, your superlative stand-by. 

What a transformation from the reviled to revelled, 

What determination, what passion, what greatness to forgive and forget.

You - yes, wonderful, so true. 

But Jijaji is equally to be commended too, 

Stood by you, grew with you,

Adapted, changed, as did you.

A relationship cannot be all give, no take,

A strong one requires both to reciprocate,

And you both have done so ably, so brilliantly,

An example of true love set so seemingly easily.

25 years strong a bond, 

May it last for many more years long,

May your happiness, your togetherness, grow leaps and bounds,

May each year bring you even more joy unfound.

-

Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary K and Jijaji!

Unwittingly perhaps, but you became a heroine in my eyes when I was in 6th Std, and Jijaji, by default, the hero :)

Your letter was a revelation of how to be graceful when standing firm, how to politely convey a refusal, how to be sensitive and sensible. I have not learned these lessons yet, but hope to some day.

You met your match and I am so glad this is a Happily Ever After story :)

May you both ever together stay happy.

I am so sorry to have missed the celebrations, but I hope there will be many more such occasions when I can participate in the jubilations.

- Written on 05 Oct 2015

- Self-Explanatory. 

So jaa, so jaa Munni rani..

Sleep," said Ammi. "No. Just 10 minutes more," pleaded Rashida. "NOW." Ammi was very strict. "Oh! Ok. Why did God make night time? Why must we sleep at night?" grumbled Rashida. Ammi smiled. "Do you really want to know?" "Yes, But tell it to me as a story please. A bed time story type," urged Rashida. "Well then," said Ammi, "lie down and I will tell you. Once upon a time there was a small girl. She worked very very hard. She studied a lot. She helped her mother. She played a lot. She helped her friends. She did so many things in a single day. After a while she started becoming sick. She would get fever every week. Her head would ache every day. Her eyes would water a lot. She could not see clearly. She could not do much then. Her parents were worried. Her firends were worried. You see, they all loved her a lot. So they took her to the doctor. The doctor was surprised. He asked her parents if she ate well. They said she ate very well. She would eat all the healthy food, not just snacks. Then he asked them, if she played enough. They said she played a lot. Her parents told the doctor how many things she did in a day. The doctor was confused. 'But when does she rest?' he asked. The parents said, "Well she sleeps for very few hours. She says she does not feel sleepy." "No. No. No. This will not do," said the doctor. "One must sleep for at least eight hours a day. Sleep makes our muscles strong as we rest. Sleep makes our memory better, so we are able to study more. Sleep helps our body stay healthy, our eyes see better, and our brain think faster. Even if you are not sleepy, you must lie down. Soon your body will learn to sleep. And one should sleep at night because just as the body feels hungry at lunch time, the body needs to sleep at night time." "Oh! We did not know that!" said the parents. "'Hmm, Ok, I will tell our government to teach parents to make their children sleep at night," said the doctor. "Really Ammi? Will I also become sick if I do not sleep?" asked Rashida. "'Yes. After some time. If you do not sleep. But you will sleep, right?" smiled Ammi. "'Yes. Yes. Every night," promised Rashida. (409 words)

- Written on 2 October 2015
- Well I wanted to write more, but restrained myself. Need to cut this short too, if it for children.

Immersion

Visarjan, let go says Ganesh, 

Limited not to an idol, says son of Mahesh. 

Unconditional love involves the mind and soul,

Obsession with matter is like a missed goal.

Yet we persist in building more idols, more temples,

In these we seek solace, as forget vedic principles,  

In your heart exists God, there is no need for symbol,

Taught Valmiki and Hanuman, but we build edifices still. 

We worship form not spirit, 

We aspire for wealth not merit, 

We grab if we don't receive, 

We pretend to give, but a bargain we conceive. 

Let go your cherished possessions, 

But we of even these display grand processions.

Let go, immerse, let go petty desires, 

But more show, more noise is all we aim for, we liars. 

- Written on 27 September 2015.

- Ananth Chaturdashi. More show, more glam, more noise, more pollution, and more plans for more grandeur, more waste for more years. I wonder where God is, how He figures in this mess. :(