Friday 4 January 2013

The Seasons

My first post of the new year. Hope you like it -


Spring breeze,
buds step-out ,
tentative, joyous
my life

weighty issues
           sweaty muscles,
           arduous summer,
           my life

pregnant clouds,
                     entwined souls
                     gratifying showers
                     my life

friends leave,
                               like fall leaves
                               Janus-faced
                               my life

chilly winds,
                                          frozen bones,
                                          trudging alone,
                                          my life

Thursday 27 December 2012

The Day Lucifer Cried

Let Us keep the Outrage Alive in our Hearts and on the Streets!

Today as I woke up, my anguish formed into words. As it is weekend here, I could get time to jot them down ..
  
The Day Lucifer Cried

The Devil came running to God, screaming,

‘I gloat and exult when,
                              men debase themselves
I encourage them to sin,
                        to sin, and then to Sin again

But raping someone senseless!
                              And taking turns at that!
Rod rammed up her vagina!
                   And then twisted! Repeatedly!!
Thrown out like a rag doll, from a bus!
                                    And left there to die!

Hell is just not enough for these, these,…
            I give up, O God! for Man has finally
become something far far worse than me….     


for those who are still unaware of the incident -
http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/15290/delhi-gang-rape-and-the-unanswered-questions/

Friday 6 May 2011

Bless Us, O Krushna (and Best wishes for Akshay Trutiya)

Best wishes to everyone on the auspicious day of Akshay Trutiya !

One of the most auspicious days for Hindus, the word "Akshaya" means ‘that which never diminishes’ or imperishable or eternal in Sanskrit and the day is believed to bring good luck and success.  It falls on the third day of the bright half of the Hindu Vaishakh month (April-May), when the Sun and Moon are in exaltation; they are simultaneously at their peak of brightness, which happens only once every year. Initiations made or valuables bought on this day are considered to bring success or good fortune.
On this day I thought of seeking God’s blessings and have penned a few lines. Some lines inspired from a popular Hindi bhajan.

O lotus eyed, one with the divine flute
O dark skinned one, my Krushna
I seek your blessings

with thirst in my eyes
and longing in my heart
for a glimpse of you, O God

temple, church, mosque ...
idols, symbols, holy books ...
but still no sight of you, O God

the blind gains sight, the dumb sings
the invalid runs a marathon
if you bless them, O Lord

Your love overflows in my heart
mind thinks of nothing else
Reveal Thyself, O Krushna   

Monday 11 April 2011

A Tale of Two Beaches

Last year I had written an article for a prestigious publication called 'Indo-Oman' for their annual issue which is published every November during the National Day here in Oman. Its about a place near Muscat which bears the same name as my hometown in Goa.

In Indo-Oman, we read about Heads of States and big businesses. But what about the common man’s views? Here is a common man’s uncommon journey down memory lane…

A TALE OF TWO BEACHES

I was driving on the Sidab road in Muscat on a Friday morning looking for the familiar sign I had seen so many times. I finally reached it at the turning that said “
Haramel Road
”. I had been wanting to go on this road for a long time and finally had taken time out just for visiting this place called “Haramel”.
 
A view of the Haramel beach off Sidab, Muscat
Wondering what’s the big deal about wanting to visit this place? The reason was purely personal. I come from a village in Goa in India. Goa is famous for its beaches and attracts large number of tourists. My village has one of the best beaches in Goa with the added attraction that it is relatively unspoilt. This village of mine is also called – Harmal ! (Tourists would be more familiar with its anglicised name – Arambol). Imagine my surprise then, when I saw a sign of the same name in Muscat!

I have since found out (through a project I was associated with in that area) that there is one more village / area called Haramal in the south of Oman. I also found that ‘Haramal’ in Arabic means a small tree or a shrub, typically desert shrubs. Although, apart from rhyming with my first name, Harmal in my native language doesn’t have much meaning.
  
Goats seeking shelter from the sun, Haramel Muscat


Thinking these thoughts, I drove down the winding road to Haramel. It turned out, as I had expected, to be a small fishing community. Some anglers were taking their boats to the sea, already late as the sun had started to show its strength. A sleepy little hamlet (but then everything looks sleepy on a Friday morning), isolated from the main city by couple of hills.

 
Harmal beach, Goa

 
 I went up to the beach. The shore, the boats, the men struggling with the ocean’s might, the whole scene looked very familiar. And in my mind’s eye I could see a similar scene unfolding. Early mornings on the shore, there is always a purity in the early morning atmosphere…the soft drone of the ocean …a tentative seagull making a quick landing on the water …the music of the waves suddenly broken by the boats coming back with their catch…the fresh fish lying on the shore ...shining in the morning sun like flashes of silver …men with wiry muscles and concave stomachs trying to eke out a living …

Standing on a jagged mound jutting into the sea, there it struck me. The fish and the men both are same on either side. It is just a little expanse of seawater separating them.   These are not foreign lands. This is just the opposite bank. And on both sides of the sea I have a Harmal. Now that’s a comforting thought!
                                                            

Saturday 2 April 2011

माझी आई (My Mom)

My mom's death anniversary as per the Hindu calendar is on 2nd April this year. Just a few weeks ago, I wrote the following piece, little before 16th March, her anniversary by the Gregorian calendar. Thought I would share this :  


 
"I woke up sobbing. I had not known when I dozed off but in my dream I was in a foetal position and yearning to get somewhere or something, like a devotee seeking his God, like a baby seeking his mother....that’s it! I was indeed seeking my mother’s lap and sobbing as I wanted to be comforted.
It was a bit odd that I should dream of her all of a sudden. Not because I don’t think of her, she is always in my thoughts and heart.  But because I pride myself on being economical in the emotional department, or atleast I pretend to be. It’s been many years since I lost my mother to cancer. In about 2 weeks from now, it would be 20 years since she left ... was that why I dreamt of her? ..would be typical of her to remind me ...
I suddenly realise that all this time I was thinking, the tears had not stopped. I must check where the wife and son are. Grown-up men are not supposed to cry, although things are changing. You can see people of all ages crying on primetime TV, carefully wiping the corners of their eyes, so that the make-up is not ruined. Public display of emotion is encouraged nowadays. But a 43 year old crying in private? Husbands are supposed to be protective, not shedding tears. Dads shouldn’t sob....but what of the child in his mother’s lap? He has every right to cry. Even if he is a 43 year old child.
I don’t intend to write a big article or eulogise my mother here. A lot has already been written about mothers as a universal symbol of love, sacrifice etc, and by better men and writers than me. But I do feel that our relation which had matured into a friendship and a deep understanding of each other was unnecessarily cut short.  I know she would have preferred my staying in India, with her, after I graduated. She had just undergone all the operations and therapies to get rid of the cancer. But she knew of the efforts I had taken appearing for all the tests and my dreams of studying in US. I still remember my joy on seeing my GRE grades. My mom was with me and as I opened the envelope and looked at the marks, I did a full cartwheel on my parents’ bed. It’s been one of the few spontaneous displays of emotion from me. I am very sure that that was the moment when she swept her needs aside and made sure that I pursue my dreams. Although nobody knew the end would be so fast.
I remember when I was small; my mom would sometimes resort to silence as a punishment when all other forms failed. She would simply go about her activities fully ignoring me, my apologies and my pleas. And somehow I could never bear that. Even 5 minutes of her silence would make me do whatever she wanted me to. And to think I have endured 20 years of her silence ! maybe because I know she is not doing it to punish me, but nevertheless it is a punishment all right.
My dream has created a feeling of restlessness and elusiveness. Like when you try to grasp something in your hands and suddenly realise that it is has slipped through your fingers. I was searching for my mother. How I wish that when I am physically and mentally exhausted, I could curl up beside my mother with my head cradled on her lap, feeling her hands brushing against my face and hair....... I would gladly trade my seat in heaven for it."

Always remember –
There is no velvet so soft as a mother's lap
no rose as lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that
imprinted with her footsteps.
well, these three lines are not mine, but by  Archibald Thompson

Saturday 26 March 2011

It's All That Matters

I love you and you love me
It is that simple, isn’t it?

We can see it in each other’s eyes,
in the tender caresses and the love bites;
even in our admonitions and our fights

Our love doesn’t need the crutches, of
a universal lover’s day to express itself;
a quiet walk together on a silent evening,
conveys to me much more

We don’t need to shower each other with
expensive gifts to reassure ourselves;
A stolen moment, a warm coffee shared on a cold
afternoon, are priceless treasures

We have been through so much together,
the pain, the joy, the humiliations and the jubilations;
and the time we want to share still, our hopes,
our futures, and the things we want to achieve

So hang on with me my mate, for we are
going to go round the sun many a more times
For you know what?

I love you and you love me
And it’s really as simple as that !

This is what I gifted my wife this Valentine's day (cheap but effective!) and she has graciously allowed me to share it out here.

Friday 11 February 2011

My First Post

As a good practising engineer, I should be putting down the intent of the blog as a beginning. well, its there in my blog profile but can also act as my first post -

This blog is an attempt at self realisation, dressing up my random thoughts in words, commentaries on everyday events and so on.

So, see you here soon and often!