Sunday, December 31, 2023

Missing You Appa

Sometimes when I sleep I dream of you. It rarely happens. Since you died I could count the instances on one hand. But when I wake up in the morning, they have been my happiest nights. To just have you alive with me one more time.

The first two times I rewrote history. Was sweeter to you before your surgery. Kissed and hugged you hard instead of brashly trying to brush you into your surgery while secretly worrying about giving you a cold from my is it an infection or my sinuses acting up drippy nose. Gave you words of confidence and courage after your surgery to recover and come back and be with me. Met you every day in the ICU instead of heading back home to rest. Returned back from the ICU. When I woke up, my heart was singing with joy. Every single one of my regrets I had reversed. I just wish it had been true. 

The next time we were at home post surgery. I was content through my disbelief. Daily humdrums.

I wish you came more often to me in my dreams. It's the only way I can keep you alive with me as a moving picture. Miss you so much Appa. I wish time were not linear forward. It is so empty without you.

Friday, January 27, 2023

How does the caterpillar feel?

I wonder about the caterpillar.

If it could express it's feelings would it rail at the world?

Would it be angry that people seem to wait for it to turn into a butterfly to say,'How Beautiful'!

Or would it be eagerly waiting with humming excitement for the day it turned into a butterfly?

For when it stop being so mediocre and became something that could fly and look beautiful?

Or would it just chomp away at the leaf rhythmically, living for each day

In uncaring indifference of what comes next.

Or would it wish to be acknowledged for being who it is

Placid in life, content to just nibble at the leaf

Not really longing to become the butterfly

Tuesday, April 07, 2020

Coronavirus

It seems strange to write after 5 years. 5 years. 5 years too long. 5 years too short.

I don't really want to write now. But given that we are in the middle of World War III, it seemed quite necessary to mark this point in history.

Today I am alive. I may not be in a year. I mostly will be in a year. The world is in a turmoil like never before. As I write 1.3 Million people have contracted coronavirus (covid19) that we know of, 75000 dead that we know off, and another 45,000 in critical state - likely to die as well.

Countries are crippled - Italy, Spain, and US (with New York). Without lockdowns, cases rise again. Unless we go to zero or come out with a vaccine, 2020 and 2021 is a disaster for humanity and a big win for Mother Earth.

I don't know. A part of me, wants this over with. I want this to end immediately and us to get back to our consumerist, gas guzzling, aggressive, manic quest for expansion given that  I am a hedonist who enjoys the money, the ability to eat out with family and friends, travel the world -see new places, go for morning runs, and binge watch sappy movies and shows.

And then there is this other me - the voice in my head, that says, we had it coming. Did we really think that nature was going to let us rape her unendingly. Something had to give and this was it. Either from this crisis, we learn to respect the need of all creatures great and small of this planet, or die. Could this be our meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs? They were on a rampage raping the planet back then, as we are right now. When I read of how the air is better, civets in Nilgiris, humpback whales happier, as a matter of fact, cute and tiny birds happy and chirping in my own balcony, I can't help but think, as a race, we don't really deserve this gorgeous blue marble. Can we learn to in this rampage of a tiny strand of RNA learn to change our values and our living to one more sustainable, or, will, we head back to hedonism as soon as it's over? 

I don't know. No one is really getting anything right. Nobody heeded Wuhan's warnings to the world and pandered to China's call to not shut the movement of Chinese into the rest of the world. We did, and now, the human population of the world is in terrible trouble. Just when it seemed like lockdowns could be eased,  South Korea, Taiwan and China are seeing another small wave of cases. We are now two weeks into lockdown in India and at less than 5000 cases and a population of 1.3 billion we are at the beginning of it all. We don't necessarily have the facilities to handle it. Some isolation facilities can apparently scare some people into hiding/ committing suicide - it's scary when you here those stories. I wish all the facilities were like Maneswar, Kerala or Karnataka. Apparently, they are good. 


Well, let this war continue unfolding. I need to be strong, be healthy, and continue doing my bit to alleviate the suffering of people and animals in this time of distress, through my only means of helping - contributing monetarily to different causes.





Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Happy Marriage


She laughed and teased,
He beat her.
She cooked for him,
He beat her.
She washed and cleaned the house,
He beat her.
She was sweet to his parents,
He beat her,
While she waited and prayed for things to change.

She grew old and ugly,
He ignored her.
She grew tired and slatternly,
He ignored her.
She grew morose and dull,
He ignored her.
While she waited and prayed for an end to come.

No one cooked for him,
And he missed her.
No one hugged him in the night,
And he missed her.
No one heard his rants and raves,
And he missed her.
No one caressed his tired head,
And he missed her.


Their story was meant to be a happy one.

Friday, December 04, 2015

My Chennai flooded...

Yesterday,  I hired a cab and drove down to Chennai and got my husband back who has an exam on Sunday for which he has been preparing since the last year.

It was a reckless adventure of driving through roads adjoining flooding lakes.

I stopped at Krishnagiri and picked up 100 kgs of relief material at a wholesaler and gave it at an NGO in Chennai.

I picked up potatoes, curd, milk and onions for my in laws.

I online ordered milk, curd and some veggies for dad which will get delivered on Sunday by big basket.

But, I didn't visit my dad. I didn't tell him I came. I didn't bring him back to Bangalore. I can make all the excuses that I didn't have the time. That Adyar is safe and he has electricity as well unlike the rest of Chennai ! That I had to get out of Chennai before it got dark so that my cab wouldn't get stuck in roads. But the guilt is killing me.

The euphoria of the journey, the joy of compassion is killed. I'm now drowning in the guilt of me.  What kind of a monster am I?

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Confrontation

Confrontation.A powerful, hostile and an honest word.

It seems as if in the last few years I have lost the ability to do so. I don't know if I always lacked it. When I look into the dusty mirrors of my past I seem to see the shadowy image of a person who would not hesitate to take things head on. I'm not sure if my memory serves me right.

I'm not that anymore, if I ever was. I shy from confrontation preferring to live and let be. Preferring the easier line of no resistance or minimum resistance. Is it the right thing to do or wrong?

My heart tells me that to avoid confrontation is to be a coward and to be dishonest. My heart also tells me that being confrontational is being hostile, juvenile and self obsessed. As do experiences.

I cannot judge between these two contradictory line of thoughts. I'm inclined to the first even if I am not so anymore. It seems so much more courageous. It seems like the choice of no regrets.The second seems to me the path of a coward. But then there is this little voice in my head that says no, not cowardly, but wise. Wisdom with regrets.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Nature is speaking: People need nature


I saw this extremely powerful video yesterday evening and just had to write about it.
Julia Roberts lends her voice to a beautiful beautiful monologue by Nature.

Powerful, Lashing, Terrifyng, Beautiful, Perfect.




Some call me ‘Nature’
Others call me ‘Mother Nature’
I’ve been here for over 4.5 Billion Years
22,500 times longer than you.
I don’t really need people.
But people need me.
Yes, your future depends on me.
When I thrive, you thrive.
When I falter, you falter. Or worse.
But I have been here for eons.
I have fed species greater than you.
I have starved species greater than you.
My oceans.
My soil.
My flowing streams. My forests.
They all can take you. Or leave you.
How you chose to live each day,
 whether you regard or disregard me,
doesn’t really matter to me.
One way. Or the Other.
Your actions will determine your fate.
Not mine.
I am nature.
I will go on.
I am prepared to evolve.
Are you?