Tuesday, July 21, 2015

my people

When nostalgia sneaks up and threatens to choke you
You reach out and grab a fistful of the virtual
And curse every God in every reality
For writing different destinies

Then, they come in bits and bytes
Talking, sharing, saying silly things
And you thank every God in every reality
For writing them in your destiny.

Thursday, July 09, 2015

Simon, go back, really

If all you want to do
every day
every minute
is to crib and moan
about a country
and its people
while not moving a finger
to do anything about
the sorry mess
I guess it would be wonderful
all around
if you got your sorry ass
out of the said country

Monday, April 06, 2015

a bird in hand

She wondered often
how it would be
to be loved with a passion
so furious and all encompassing
that it burnt like an inferno

She wondered often
and overlooked
the steady calm flow
of a river of love.

Saturday, March 07, 2015

Be a jewel bird

There are these tiny birds that fly around busily where I live. They are really small, the size of my thumb with a beak that looks super sharp. These little birds come in several gorgeous colours; emerald green, bright blue, glossy black and a few shades in between. I don’t know what they are officially called, in my head they are the jewel birds. I love watching them as they furiously go about collecting food, looking for bits of string or such to build their nest. They go about their business separately, but occasionally get together and chatter awhile before getting back to work. In the evening, they all get back home to a common tree. Chaos ensues before calm falls.

These birds remind me of women, not because they are all female, but because of how different each of them looks and yet, like us, they share something deeper, something so unique. As women, our strength, our fear, our love, our angst are all woven together to make such a remarkable entity.

It was then that a thought occurred, if the women got together, stuck together and stopped being each other’s worst nightmare, who would dare to stand up and do them harm? Who would dare speak against a woman when her fellow females stood rock solid by her?

I would go to war with the women I call my friends by my side. They are my pillars; they are women who have immense inner strength and a beauty of being. They are rough and soft and sweet and sour and catty and humorous and frivolous and deep… they are a glorious multifaceted lot who can make and break the very fabric of this society.

This women’s day, could we all hold up our hands and say we would stand by each other, through thick and thin, better or worse? Could we respect the amazing spirit each one of us has been bestowed with and give a friendly boost to others whose light is flickering? Could we be like those little birds, each individual jewels, who together, are a minefield of beauty and joy?

Let us choose freedom over the petty and stand by each other, for together, we are a truly formidable bunch.

Happy Days, Women.


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Being happy is a choice

I have often wondered, why people have to find fault with every little thing.

During a brilliant rendition of the folk dances of India where the music and dancers weaved magic, a set of people wanted to know why the ladies were wearing backless blouses.

While gobbling down a particularly delicious plate of dahi-wada in a cookery contest, a bunch of tasters dissed the chefs for not serving it just so.

Post an event put together by a set of volunteers with no prior experience at putting together something like it, some of the audience grumbled at having to sit for 15 minutes more than was scheduled.

One wonders why one does that... why does one overlook the happiness and beauty in a particular moment? Why would one rather look at a tiny fault when the whole is a magnificent amalgamation of life and joy?

Being petty is so easy, but it only leads to a disgruntled existence.
Be happy people. It is a conscious choice one makes.

Friday, January 30, 2015

From the human hovercraft. Not

Friday, January 09, 2015

laugh to live

Don’t laugh out loud
What’s that weird face?
Are you being sarcastic?
What is that you are wearing?
Farts and burps are not funny
Stop it, people are looking
Did you just snort?

There are many things in this world I am grateful for
But most of all, on the absolute top of my list
Are my people,
Who have the common sense
To see humour in little things
So the big things become simpler

Lighten up, light up
Watch the chip on your shoulder melt away
Religion, status, inclinations, borders exit
Where humour exists