Monday, July 16, 2007

another day..


The marriage was amazing! Held in one of the largest halls available, the parents of the bride had gone to great extents to ensure pomp! The bride glittered, decked in jewelery while the parents of the bride n groom flaunted all the accessories associated with the marriage. She met a lot of cousins, old friends, "interesting' people and of course uncles,aunts, grandpas n grandmas who never failed to use the same exclaimation " Oh my! uv grown sooo much! i remember when u mother smaller than u!"( *SIGH*, they haven't shrunk either) ...

The best part was the food... innumerable items were served, irrespective of whether it was it would be consumed by the guest or thrown away! she had her share of good food, refusing nothing and tasting all delicacies. Not liking something was not an issue, she could leave it on the "banana leaf", no questions asked. After attending everything other than the first night, she left with her parents in their car.

"We will be having guests at home tomorrow, are there sweets at home?", her dad asked her mother. Her mother dutifully replied that it was better to stop at the sweet shop and get some "stuff" while going home... Her dad stopped the car outside a huge sweet shop . " Stay in the car, let me go in and get the sweets" he said...Thinking of nothing particular, she looked out of the window...

Three children were sitting on the platform, wearing nothing. Their parents were sitting near them, engaged in a heated discussion. The three children were bickering over a plate, with some left over food. the youngest kid dropped the plate down and everything there came to a standstill. The father lost no time in slapping the child hard and grabbing the little hair on her head. The child screamed in pain... the father was now in a rage, verbally abusing all the three kids who were crying loudly.The mother intervened and got slapped immedeately.That did not prevent her from sticking up for her kids. Then, she picked the little food that had fallen down and put it back on the plate, consoling the kids. The father, now, distracted had starting drinking contentedly from his whiskey bottle.
She wondered.. would the children get decent meals everyday? would they ever even have a chance to get educated? or would the legacy continue? with them bringing up their kids on the platform? see their grandchildren playing on the same platform? be devoid of basic amenities? Would they ever get a chance to look beyond their small world?

Her father was back with the sweets... Kaju Katli and Mysore Pauk! YUM!

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

..


It started drizzling. She glanced outside the huge French windows, rooted to the spot she sat. The beauty outside did not register on her already saturated mind. The winds started off gently and then began howling... Her preoccupation snapped. She yearned to walk to the windows, hold on to the grill, feel the drizzle on her face , enjoy the scent smell from the first few drops hitting the ground, and sing a song - from the heart.... but the 4 chat windows and the 3 web browser windows held her back.

Her attention was back to the black box, the product of technology, on her lap.


****BANG****

Everything went dark for a moment. Power failure!!! But the next instant, the inverter at home started its function loyally and turned on all lights and fans. Even the dead baterry of the black box started getting recharged.

By a twist of fate, the inverter got screwed and it was pitch black again!

Now, the moonlight had no rivals to steal her attention from itself.

The moon shone in all its glory.



The winds howled through the tress, sparing no leaf. How she wished she were a leaf, caressed by the wind!

The drizzle steadied itself.


Sounds except the wind's tantrum ceased to exist!

The heart finally sang.....
A moment of pure and eternal bliss...joy...
The magic never changed... it never failed to amaze her...






The drizzling stopped....
The trees became still...
The moon hid behind the clouds....
The lights, fans, laptop and TV, were back on.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Iniya Tamil Puthaandu nalvaazhthukkal...

April 14th
Iniya tamizh puthaandu nal vaazhthukkal!
A special day for the tamil folks indeed.. siginfying the beginning of a new year...
The day usually begins with amma waking me up over n over again, n pushing me in to the bathroom for head bath. new clothes...Temple visit follows..
The best part begins after this.. A whole day of lazing around with amma's aweosme food.. payasam, vadai , vetha kozhambu, molagu appalam.. etc! wow!!!
Sun TV, Jaya TV, Raj TV on n on.. all airing diff programmes n new movies,..
meeting cousin...

Seems a world away..

My tamil New years day today...
Difficult to define when it began.. stayin up upto 5 30 am makes it difficult to define wats day n wats night! Well, officially , for tamil new years day, I woke up at 2 30 PM.
exams in a week... so pretending to study! 6 inch sub, instant noodles, 3-in-1 coffee..
for the whole day!
Brilliant menu.

well, yeah, iniya tamizh puthaandu nal vaazhthukkal.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

RAIN


A million thoughts were running through her head….The drive had been good... She got out of the car and felt the first drop of the rain fall on her shoulder… she looked up and was rewarded with a few more drops that were starting to fall at an increasing rate…The drizzle became a shower…the street was becoming empty fast.. everyone was running for cover….

She would never ever understand why people would ever want to stay dry and not get wet in the rain.

She stood there.. lost in thought… the “million thoughts” in her head were being washed away by the magical drops from the sky. She started walking… away from her home…in the opposite direction, onto the road, a road devoid of people, of vehicles, ignoring the are-you-crazy look many people were giving her… all work lay forgotten..

A clasp of thunder and a bolt of lightening jarred most people and made them look for safer places to stand. ..but.. to her.. it was music.. a theme befitting the magic of the rain… she walked on.. her clothes drenched thoroughly…her spirits soaring…her heart singing with joy.. her face revealing the happiness.. the kid in her unleashed… rediscovering the simple pleasures of life…

She reached her favourite place- a place that frequently saw her – in her happiness and sadness…. She stood at the first stair of the long winding fleet and looked down at the world lie beneath her in all its glory… the deafening fall of the rain playing tunes in her mind…

The simple pleasures of life… AH!

Life is beautiful after all…


" Rain drops and Dance.... A Strange kind of romance..."

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Home sick....


Homesick.

I'm homesick to-night, just homesick,
O! how I long once more
Just to sit as of old in the twilight
On the step of the old kitchen door
And watch the meek cows in the farmyard,
And the colts in their frolicksome play
Or standing contentedly nibbling
At the stacks of the sweet clover hay.

I'm homesick to-night, oh so homesick,
Just to be there once more,
And stand where the golden sunshine
Falleth across the floor;
Or to sit by the open window
Where the breeze blows happy and free__
There isn't one spot in the old home
But brings some tender mem'ry to me.

I'm homesick to-night, O how homesick,
Never my tongue may tell,
Tho' my heart may break with longing
For the scenes that I love so well;
But the dear old home in the valley
Will be mine, O never again:
No more will its sunshine cheer me,
And wishes and tears are in vain.

__Mrs. Ella Goodwin, Ludell.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Hurt

When your heart
Has been broken
And stepped on
It leaves you hesitant
Reluctant to try
To give in once more
To open up To emotion
To dip your toe
Into the mire
Into the ocean
Of desire
To dip your toe
Into the ocean
Of unknown emotion
If you don’t
Enter the water
You wont get wet
There is no danger
Of being dragged under
Should you take a chance?
On love again
Throw caution to the wind
Open yourself up to the pain
Or the pleasure
Feel the love
Washing over you
Immersing yourself
The waves washing over you
It may drown you
If you do
If you resist the temptation
You will be safe
Unharmed in your segregation
Yet a single moment spent
In the refreshing waters
Stood on the ocean floor
Is worth a lifetime
Spent safely on the shore