A Soap Opera. ——————————————————————————— I write this in relief. Why? Let’s find out. I use handmade soaps made by a cousin who does a fabulous job of it. I abhor the regular lux cinthol things and only tolerate Dove to an extent in the commercially available category. I am not a man of limited means but not of unlimited either. There are some things I will splurge on. Good food, clothes...
The courtyard green! How I wish you were with us There’s a courtyard green Tall trees in cool breeze they preen We would have played with a ball Never would I have let you falter let you fall Running after you Your laugh ringing in my ears More important than all my near and dears Your little hand in my hand Which you place with such complete trust I want to live be well for you And never let you...
The Underbelly of Parenthood. ————————————————————— It’s been twenty years since I have started taking cognizance of children the interest being vested for married now for twenty five years we had began thinking about having a child. Lot of considering led us to opt go for having no children and instead continue the rollicking lifestyle we had, a decision I rue to the day everyday but that...
To live that little more. ——————————————————————————- Septuagenarians and octogenarians whose latent desire to live some more is so palpable that when they nervously celebrate another birthday or keep shaving off a couple of years of their age in conversations is saddening and amusing at the same time. The dejection with which they mentioned their age and doubts about more life while...
Dubai Dairies. A paradise state or suppressed emotions? I had the privilege of visiting Dubai, yes I say privilege as the entire state is created around tourism but unlike Thailand or similar there is a very upmarket polished feel to the entire place. First world experiences at almost third world prices. World class attractions, almost all the points of interest placed in close proximity to...
One day I was sitting in my wife’s office a room converted from a kitchen into a bedroom/study/office/storeroom the littlle room performed every role thrown at it with aplomb never giving us a chance to complain. Now if the room was performing multiple roles with such elan in a corporate it would get promoted into a bigger room every year with its ultimate goal to be the chairman’s room getting...
Sleep eludes me
Thoughts are many
The dark confronts
It and tyranny
The black complete
Fear lurks
Something pulls
I feel a jerk
If it is death
Blessed relief
If a fight
Still me of yore
And,
The lion still roars!
The left is squirming. It would be turning over in its grave if it were dead but if we only were so lucky. It ruled the roost for generations ns with its intellectuals firmly entrenched across bureaucracy, press, educational institutions,police and of course the government. It shaped the thoughts of the tender with its rabid hatred of Hinduism and Nationalism with subversive means of textbooks...
The aches echo Resounding claps of thunder Reverberating through the very depths of soul Legs cry foul Arms refuse cooperation Sanity hanging by shreds As I navigate about the room All square feet of it Dragging isolated steps Hoping to stay upright And look outside It’s nice and bright Sunbeam dances on my fingers Teasing calling out The world just away from...
Introduction. There’s some perspective called for before we go further. An epilogue of sorts. We are a middle aged couple pushing 50, childless by choice repented a lot later but it was too late for anything to be done about it. After two decades of no real interaction with any child except a pat on the head reserved for relations came along Ronny. My sisters son. You need to know about my...
