April 07, 2011

Friends - Love Them Or Leave them - Here To Stay


I came, I saw, They conquered 
Anxious
Ballistic
Charming
Diffident
I came, I saw, They conquered
Enriching
Fierce
Gullible
Honest
I came, I saw, They conquered
Inspiring
Jealous
Kempt
Lovable
I came, I saw, They conquered
Miserable
Nerdy
Opinionated
Popular
I came, I saw, They conquered
Querulous
Restless
Sacrificing
Temperamental
I came, I saw, They conquered
Unique
Versatile
Worldly
Xenophobic
I came, I saw, They conquered
Yesterday’s
Zenith
We met, We lingered, We parted, We reminisced.
April 06, 2011

Enterprising - Breaking Male Street Bastions


The dawn filtered through the flimsy curtain.Time to hit the road again...a quick breakfast....morning ablutions completed, the door to her tiny tenement locked.The drizzle made her glad at fixing the shades last week.Taking her usual spot at the stand, she awaited the call...kick starting with ease, drove at a comfortable speed...obvious.with kids in the back seat. Dropping them off to school 4 kms away, she parked near the gates....early morning meant that she never lacked company. Soon it was noon, busy more often than not...home, a leisurely lunch later; she left for the weekly meeting at the tiny shed. Two hours of advice and tips later, an urgent call to the railway station had her rushing off.The meeting always brought back old memories of her violent marriage, her escape to Delhi, her house and job hunts and to the curious path life had taken her..
Being the first female autorickshaw driver in North India hadn't been easy. The lack of funds, uncooperative, disgruntled male drivers had made the first few years miserable...her commuters,specially women had made her stick on...now 9 years after her first ride, she was a proud owner of her own vehicle.




















April 05, 2011

Dutiful Daughter And Wife


She seemed out of spirits...the normally bouncy 24 yr old wore a pensive look. Even her favourite niece’s antics couldn’t erase the sadness etched on her face.


She didn’t pry, not her nature but sensed something amiss. She would ensure that these two weeks brought her sister’s old self back. Sure enough, by the end of the fortnight Kaveri seemed reluctant to go back....
The sisters had been close in childhood but the last 3 years had seen them drift apart.
Marriage, motherhood and living far away had made her unaware of certain things back home, not totally oblivious.
 Shifting back to childhood city seemed perfect at the moment. The first few days went in settling her children into a new environment, summer holidays and half a dozen cousins scampering around made things easier. She and her husband had just picked out a small but beautiful apartment...the advance paid, he was awaiting the loan clearance from the bank he worked in, they would be moving into their dream home within a month or two. Her happiness overshadowed by the vibes around the family dinner.
She questioned her elder sisters.....the answers saddened her and her husband deeply. So much had happened in the time they had been away. Her father’s ancestral home was heavily mortgaged. His brothers withdrawing their capital from their small wholesale firm, competition, manufacturers’ misgivings and rising debts meant he would soon be bankrupt. Unable to sell the ancient home to modern buyers, Kaveri’s marriage alliances drying up as a result.
They mulled over it for a month....the loan approval bringing little joy. Her husband loved her father to the point of adoration, losing his own at a tender age may have had something to do with it. He wanted to help but how....until Kalpana had a brainwave. They decided to postpone their dream and pay for the wedding instead (Indian weddings being costly affairs hosted by the bride’s family)...
The only glitch, her mother would never agree....Suresh decided on something better, buy off the ancestral home where they could live together with her parents and his mother. He wanted a big house of his own, having been at the mercy of relatives for the first 15 years of his life. She was reluctant as the aging home was more trouble than worth, feeling the first option to be the best, besides her brother’s wife was a vile woman she preferred to stay away from....
His mind made, nothing she said would sway him...the home changed hands, the marriage happened as planned.....things were bad from day one...crumbling interiors and exteriors that ate all their savings and a sister in law who made live hell in their own home. She never thought of making her brother leave, she loved him too much, his handicap rendering his earning capacity limited.
 Two year later when her husband got transferred, relief coursed through her veins...in a new city, another rented home, watching her nine and seven year old sleep...often she wondered if her notion of love and duty hadn’t stolen their dreams away.

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April 04, 2011

Companion - An Ode To Thee

A white vision of loveliness approached
 The doomsday come and gone forth.
Moody and cantankerous
Breaking down at junctures of urgency
She made clutching hairs in despair
A meaningless, everyday gesture,



Her gaze loomed across time and space
Civilizations and mindplay, all a day’s worth.
Alas that good things come to a closure
So, it was, as the Wise Anon are wont to say.
True friends with benefits, never in the vulgar way
The parting amicable yet disturbing
 Pieces of heart and mind cut with invisible hands.

Adorning someone else’s room,
Enriching some other lives,
Frivolous pursuits of another like minded
Ageing grace she epitomises
My beautiful, wondrous companion no more,
For a span of eight earth years
My precious secret keeper – my Pentium 4. 






( Well, Aesthetic Blasphemy...your post and your reply comment prompted this...)

Succinctly Yours - MFM # 2



Lost in heavy trance
her son, glistening eyes saw
the bike rider start.

he drove on; unaware of shouts to stop,
she still stood, awaiting.

Added to Haiku Heights (first 3 lines), Grandma's Goulash (all 5 lines).




# 39 RandomMusings For The Day

If being a blood sucker is cool, aren't mosquitoes the coolest?....they don’t even sparkle in the sun. ;D



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