Monday, August 31, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
This is the third poem in the series- Poetry Trails- that's started by me and another friend. The link to the previous two poems have been given at the end of the post. Hope you like this too. Happy Reading!
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
As I see the two grandmothers walking through my the neighbourhood, I am reminded of several such circumstances wherein, the joys of being with grandparents could have been realised by me. I befriended the two grandmother one fine evening when I was talking a walk, with my son in arms, in our otherwise quiet neighbourhood. They were walking with their 4/5 year old grandson. I was very intrigued by the child as he was too cute and spoke so sweetly. I could imagine how my son would grow up to be soon. What made me connect with the child was that we shared our birthday :)
|Pic is for representation purpose only. Source|
The grandmothers, like every old lady in the country and in Chennai, asked me if I was working. At that moment, I wasn't so I told them that. They weren't very convinced hence asked me about my previous work experience. The name- Times of India, and Editor were enough to make them exclaim with surprise. I was happy that if there was something other than 'BE or BTech or IT' that could make two ladies in Chennai exclaim with surprise- it was Times of India. :-D I wonder what could be their reaction, had I said - The Hindu.
I see the two grandmothers daily. Early morning, early evening, late evening, or sometimes even late afternoon. They accompany each other if not with the child. I see them and wonder what they would be talking about. From their grandson's future to their daughter's(in-law) or to their son (in-law), or even the daily mundane activities of their life or perhaps the neighbourhood people. Were they always so friendly since the beginning? Did hostility never ever arose between the two grandmothers? Or was it the child that bound them together or got them together? I don't know whether they are widowed, but if they are, was it the fact that they do not have their better halves to look upto anymore, which made them come together to take care of their grandchild?
I happen to meet them quite often in the late evenings. Their usual question is whether I found a caretaker and whether I joined work. When I tell them that I do not have a caretaker but I am working somewhere, their eyes go wide. :-) May be, they weren't expecting a mother to leave her child behind in a creche or alone in the house with some other person. Did they think what a heartless mother I am? I neither know nor would I want to know.
The thing that definitely piques my curiosity is the fact that whether ever in this life would I be able to see my son enjoying with his two grandmothers together, holding their hands, and walking together. I do not see it happening any time soon, but later? I hope it happens. I hope it does.
Monday, August 24, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
I would prefer observing the early morning by taking a walk around where I stay. However, I end up marveling at the surroundings from my kitchen window that overlooks a recently constructed and occupied multi-storey apartment, the series of other flats in my own locality, a portion of the main road, and on the other side of the road, the various tech parks.
There is nothing amusing about these non-living things. But there is definitely something fascinating about standing in front of the gas stove, brewing your tea and gazing out of the window. Gazing at the morning walkers, who without fail walk, jog, run everyday, as I still stand there either brewing my tea or washing my son's bottles. There is an uncle, whom I see jog/run every morning and evening. I have hardly not seen him a day unless it has rained and the streets have been flooded. his T-shirt would invariably be full of sweat, and yet he would continue jogging till he completes his task (probably).
There is also the milk man, who has his own set of boys doing the delivery. While one would cycle around with the milk carton kept behind, one hand on the carton and the other on the cycle; there would be another lifting an entire carton all by himself and rushing to the nearest building's lift. They all look almost the same age and build. I wonder why they do not go to school.
I miss the paperwallah back home. The paperwallah, who till a few years ago, would throw papers from the road. I wondered how perfect his aim was. But then soon, our colony had a massive covering of the balconies in almost all the flats. Thus, the paperwallah had more work to do- climb up to all the houses and drop the paper outside the door. Often, I would find the paper kept a few feet away from the door- an evidence that he was probably in hurry that day. In Chennai, I have always received the papers outside the door. In fact, sometimes the paperwallah would even go missing and turn up right before the month end to claim his money. Mind you, he charges for delivery of newspapers as well- again something new for me. And, I see him only on those days when he comes to claim the monthly amount.
As I get on to boil the milk before my son wakes up, I hear cooker whistles. I even know when it is an idli cooker and when it's of sambhar. As I sip through my tea, standing near the window, lost in thoughts, I can smell the sambhar- probably a mother preparing breakfast for home and lunch for her child, who is about to leave for school.
Soon, I see school buses driving into the locality. Children holding their parents' hand, wait in front of a temple right next to the flat where I live. As one by one, the buses/vans arrive, parents bid them good-bye and blow kisses- wishing a good day for them at school. I imagine the day I would be doing the same with my son, when suddenly I hear a cry "Mumma, Mumma." It breaks my thought, and I rush to lift my son from the bed and get on with the chores of the day.
How is an early morning in your city? Do let me know in the comments. :-)
A dear friend of mine had posted the following lines (in italics) on her Facebook status. She loves to write, and more so when it's poetry. There was something that made me write further down those lines. The result- the following poem as you can see. Thus, we both decided that we would blog together about love and positivity on her blog like this. We are calling it "Poetry Trails" wherein, either of us will begin and continue from there on. Hope all of you will like our small gesture in spreading happiness around. By the way, that dear friend of mine is also a brilliant blogger, and you can read her blogs here- "Pretty Mornings"
Friday, August 7, 2015
I finished reading this book in a day. The line in the blurb of the book-"Can we dare to follow our dreams, to have the courage to be different and to master the fear that prevents us from truly living?"- caught my attention at the outset. It was more a sense of Deja Vu that made me read the book. I have read Paulo Coelho's 'The Alchemist' long back and hence, getting back to some book reading with him was definitely a good idea.
Some books do not need reviews, instead, you get to learn or takeaway so many realisations that you tend to relate to them more often than not.
So, this time instead of a review, here is what I leave you guys with.
15 Takeaways from Paulo Coelho's 'The Devil and Miss Prym' (I identified with most of them, and am sure you will too.)
1) ".. Devils come and go all the time without necessarily affecting anything by their presence. They are constantly abroad in the world, some times simply to find out what's going on, at others to put some soul or other to the test. But they are fickle creatures, and there is no logic in their choice of target, being drawn merely by the pleasure of a battle worth fighting.."
2) ".. You shouldn't believe in promises. The world is full of them: promises of riches, of eternal salvation, of infinite love. Some people think they can promise anything, others accept whatever seems to guarantee better days ahead... Those who make promises they don't keep end up powerless and frustrated, and exactly the same fate awaits those who believe those promises.."
3) ".. Good and Evil have the same face. It all depends on when they cross the path of each individual human being.."
4) ".. Playing the part of a charitable soul was only for those who were afraid of taking a stand in life. It is always far easier to have faith in your own goodness than to confront others and fight for your rights. It is always easier to hear an insult and not retaliate than have the courage to fight back against someone stronger than yourself; we can always say we're not hurt by the stones others throw at us, and it's only at night that we can silently grieve over our own cowardice.."
5) "..Whenever you want to achieve something, make sure you keep your eyes open, concentrate and make sure you know exactly what you want. No one can hit their target with eyes closed.."
6) "..There are two kinds of idiots. Those who don't take action because they have received a threat and those who think they are taking action because they have issued a threat.."
7) "..A coward is one who uses others to resolve their own conflicts and is incapable of taking certain decisions.."
8) "..Tragedy always happens and nothing we do cna alter by one jot the evil that awaits us.."
9) "..There is no such thing as Good: virtue is simply one of the many faces of terror. When a man understands that, he will realise that this world is just a little joke played on him by God.."
10) "..Life is a reign of terror.."
11) "..Man needs what's worse in him in order to achieve what's best in him.."
12) "..Evil needs to manifest itself (in a man) to understand the value of good.."
13) "..Silence does not always mean consent. It meant sometimes people were incapable of coming up with an immediate response.."
14) "..People seek suffering in the most joyous of places because they feel they are unworthy of happiness.."
15) "..Death often frees us from a lot of senseless suffering.."
Happy Reading! :-)
Next in line: The Zahir [Let's see what takeaways can I give you from the book]
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Walking side by side,
They strolled on the path
That led nowhere.
Clutching the hands tight,
Her laughter could be heard
Here, there, everywhere.
They walked and talked,
Their bodies swayed
To the rhythm of waves
Oblivious of the worldly space.
She smiled with her head
tilted on his shoulders
He held her firmly
His arms spoke of his support.
Looking into each other's eyes
They embraced in nature's lap
Oblivious of the worldly space
Their love blossomed.