Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Threshold...

Having walked around the fire more than once in my chequered marital life a threshold that would lead you into a new world of companionship is not really a novelty.

Wish all those who need companionship post a distracting or a deadend wedlock get to see this. A threshold. A threshold....that opens a whole new world of Laughter, Joy and that quiet little comfort of true companionship.

Underplay....


It is so very difficult to take sides today. In a highly engaging society that is getting more and more vocal on all issues starting from sanitary napkins to global warming..I don't seem to be insulated from being tossed around, tormented, troubled or at least trolled even if I were to voice my honest opinion on even not-so-very-touchy subjects.

Social media is a very vibrant and an important networking medium and it is customary to pass on all the forwards received to all and sundry just to keep the warmth glowing in a make-believe society. Whatsapp, Facebook and Twitter...they are the status symbols of a trendy, supposedly well- informed lot. I am not branding all of them out there to belong to this masquerading lot. I am a very low key player myself...and would prefer to remain that way. I am not sure if I will ever be heard or read even if I were to have voiced all that occur to me every time there is a controversial topic discussed. I play safe and remain passive.

MODI or RAGA, Amar or Asgar, Rightists or Leftists I mumble my cautious sympathies to the affected or the offended and post my honest prayers for PEACE.

In a depressing world the freedom to express is only for the brave. I am cool and will like to be called a diplomat. Period.

Play Neutral. Play Safe.

That is my "Bold Tweeting Mantra"

CHANDRUNNA

       
               


  In full blossom he stood tall
   in all that he did
...and now let’s define what he did,
what it meant to stand tall and how ‘tall’ was ‘tall’?

His fondness to love and cuddle... all that was cuddly;
his love for cute small stuff like pens and pins;
his untiring, unprovoked bursting
into old Tamil melodies.

His untarnished voice spelling melancholy that
would tug at your heartstrings;
that you’d think he suffered more than the actor who
donned that role.

His fetish for cleanliness..,to break away
 from the gathering filth;
to wash with Rin and coat again with a
dash of Ujala all day long…

His spotless white attire matching with his
blemish-less curd rice;
             his diary recording of mundane daily events;
             his inherent craving for perfection.

His love to relate and regale audiences...his instant
switch to boredom when uninterested;
his limitlessly curious mind
to know more about the ordinary.

His inadvertent display of ignorance, raw innocence;
his childish delight at the small
things that now stand denied...and his quick
resigned acceptance and adaptation.

His carefully cultivated curls now thinning
where it should not … and his
receding hairline accentuating his bright
dazzling complexion now glowing and expressive as ever.

His quick emotional endurance 
to news of mixed events;
his self-imposed smile when in a hospital bed…
not once displaying his plight.

His reaction to the realisation of being a victim
of science’s most flaunted diseases like
diabetes, hypertension and renal impairment…
 just his passive, resigned shrug

Never a display of despair though can’t miss his furtive eyes
Lurk out for the next fried chip.
And his version of how well he adhered to 
prescribed, disciplined self-care.

As he religiously pursues the imposed schedule of
do’s and don’ts over the next few months;
one can soon see his triumphant smile
when he bites on a forbidden benne masala dosa.

   He ‘tall’ stands like only ‘he' can..
and that is the brother I adore,
compliment, love and even emulate
and for him I will my kidneys store.




Monday, November 13, 2017

Ramble again

I AM BACK..


Well well... it's ages since I connected with this blog page and I had almost forgotten the access to this. And today thanks to my ever dependable Sandhya, my wife for over a decade and a half, here I am! At it again...!

What is this blogging after all to me. Even as recently as 2 years ago I remember a new comer to my office then had remarked that she had seen my blog and was visibly moved by what it contained. Which of course was my last blogging effort way back in 2013 or so as I remember. Since then I have been asking Sandhya to help me retrieve that blasted access point to blog again and wait for another stranger to tell me that I moved her too. Thereby inferring that I still had the moving potential.

And today at this specially anointed hour I have begun to pour forth all my thoughts both prosaic verse and verbose prose to ensure that I keep myself occupied in the leanest of my periods in my more than eventful corporate career that was...!

I promise to be around and address an imaginary audience. I am sure I have an assured viewership in my family. I take care of them well,

Ha Ha ...!!!