Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Dew drops

Fresh as the morning dew,
on fragrant petals of delicate hue..
Refreshing as the gentle breeze,
setting the tree leaves fluttering..
Soothing as the notes of flute,
coming from treaded routes..
Persistent as the waves of ocean blue,
crashing and re-surging anew..
Warm and enchanting as the rising sun,
making the blue sky crimson..

'Memories' and memories of days gone by,
days of cries and those of smiles..
I know i have left those days miles behind
but just as I say these lines, 
their memories flood me from all around!

This is again a poem that I wrote sometime back and given the image I just pulled it out of my diary and used it here.

creative input:srk

Gray..


This is one quote that I read way back in school perhaps it was class 8 or a class or two earlier. A fellow batch mate had used the following quote in one of her Hindi essays or may be some magazine write up. A little fuzzy about the exact source, and the exact words but this is what I remember:
Roshni ne digh-bhramit  jitna kiya, kya kabhi andheroon ne utna kiya?
Raah ho sandesh kuch aise mile.. aaj tak bhatakte hai kafile..

It is strange how the light of affluence, money, and power leads men more astray than the dark drudgery of poverty and deprivation. Although the latter also leads men to do deplorable things, it’s the intoxication of light that is more potent in blinding people towards the right way.
Again sometimes we are able to see things more clearly when the lights go out. When we are in a corner by  ourselves, it is then that the friends we make, our relationships, the good  & the bad we do everything reveals itself , which the light outside had concealed so far.

It is perhaps the irony of these lines that has stayed with me over the years. We always give light a positive connotation. It is symbolic of everything that is upright in the world.  It is symbolic of hope, of inspiration, of courage, of a well-fought fight, and of numerous other metaphors that poets and novels need to create meaningful quotes in their tomes of literature.  Then again  I read the following lines in one of the plays written by Tagore that again made me look at darkness in a new light.

How small is this earth and confined, watched and followed by the persistent horizons. The trees, houses, and crowd of things are pressing upon my eyes. The light, like a cage, has shut out the dark eternity; and the hours hop and cry within its barriers, like prisoned birds. But why are these noisy men rushing on, and for what purpose? They seem always afraid of missing something, the something that never comes to their hands.”

The image of darkness as that of infinite freedom and the light as the martinet struck a chord somewhere. Without taking a philosophical viewpoint,  I just thought of how the restful night looks like a little freedom after running the errands of the day. The light did seem as the hard taskmaster who walks around with a schedule and a watch in hand, and we run always afraid of missing something..

Somehow it is thoughts like this that make the boundaries of black and white fade into a little shade of gray. I have not really been able to keep my sides on a number of issues that confront us in life. It would be a lot easier if we could call out the dark from the light.  However the confrontations continue and the blurred gray is all I see on a second look..
The above image does justice to my argument with its somewhat gray/grey treatment. Interestingly the word gray/grey again has a different acceptable spelling depending on where you are in the English speaking world. So i wonder who really gets the last laugh the black, the white(light) or the capricious gray/grey!!

creative input: srk

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

It helps..

It helps if you have a kaju barfi at 2:30a.m. to lull you into sleep..
It helps if someone says you are doing fine when you are abysmally holding the float and swimming your life out and not moving forward an inch..
It helps if you sleepwalk into a bus early in the morning and there is a sympathetic and gracious smile greeting you at the other end..
It helps if you strike an instant comradeship with the person next door who is also sheepishly trying to figure out something that the entire world(but the two of you)knows..


It helps if someone keeps his promise to you even when you have forgotten..
It helps if someone buys you a little gift when he comes back from a long trip..
It helps if someone gets you a cup of frozen yogurt just to make the crappy day melt away..
It helps if someone remembers you on your birthday without the obvious facebook reminders..

Just wondering how much i have done my share to make someone else's day take an upside curve. You sure have to earn your kaju barfi at 2:30am at night :) Because there sure are devils, and they will come visiting you some night and keep you from sleeping. One of the devil that I know of(haunts me frequently), is someone who goes by the name 'hunger pangs', funny thing how it effects me (it makes me hungry,poetic,philosophical, cranky.. but up tops-hungry!!!!)

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Sun and shadows part-II



" That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns and flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one such memorable day.."- Great Expectation, Charles Dickens.

I have a deep fondness for this book, and many a times in life the lines from this book seem to just play out in my life or may be I chose to see it that ways. I would say these words were just apt exactly a year ago. It was a memorable day that stood apart from the rest 364days. ‘In the long chain of iron or gold of thorns and flowers’ that bound me for a year that was the first link. However it is the poignancy of the end that resonates even more strongly for me. It’s a good bye with a certain warmth that is hard to miss.

 “And will continue friends apart,’ said Estella.
I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her. .."- Great Expectation, Charles Dickens.

This post is exactly a year after the sun and shadows post, at times you just need someone else’s words to say the same thing. Well perhaps it would look weird to even say the same thing again but then for some people this is their own way to honor that ‘link’ and then gently break free and say goodbye…
Simply put it’s not easy for me to say goodbye!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Memories


Incidentally I cannot look at the geraniums without the memories of monkeys playing havoc around the geranium flower pots back at home in Nainital. Early in the morning looking outside the window from my study table I could see the shadow of the four legged devil walking on the railing, his gait giving away his evil intention. Apparently other than my clairvoyance(distracted glances from books to the window outside), my neighbors dog's war-cry barking was a clear give away.

The monkeys loved to uproot and eat the supple geranium stems, pluck away the flowered stem and carry them away with them. I could swear that every time they uprooted a stem they threw one in the direction of the barking dog to mock him. The sly monkeys tried to irritate the dog by grinning at him from our veranda railing.It was a brutal sight and my mother use to be most miserable after the morning carnage.

Just then when you'd think it was a triangle-the geranium flowers, the dog and the monkeys..the lame fourth leg would come hobbling with a stick in hand to shoo away the monkeys. Yes that was me, fear stricken and shivering.. just peering outside from the door and running back in, just at the least sign of movement in my direction. My mom wanted me to be the brave warrior and vanquish the monkeys. There was my brother's hockey stick kept by the corner of the door and since the walking distance from the kitchen to the veranda outside was an unfair advantage to the enemy, I was expected to play the 'defense'.

I have all the nightmarish memories, top of the list would be this monkey who coolly picked up an ornate bowl shaped cactus pot and dropped it down the second floor in response to my raising my stick in his direction. So arrogantly relaxed, it was as if he had just muttered  a cold and cheeky Oops!, after purposely dropping the pot. But he was not prepared for the ear splitting scream that I gave after a numb one second and ran inside the house. I rattled him completely and all his brethren for the next few days. Score!
My mother, brother and my father each played the defense all through the years that we lived in Nainital.

Then came the two years that my family was practically away from Nainital and the geraniums survived just fine without the watch-out. Guess the monkeys needed our attention even more than they liked the geraniums. The monkeys did give my mom some smiles when they left the stems from a neighbors prided geranium collection on our veranda. Geraniums are stem-planted and the monkey 'cuttings' had a higher success rate!
All these memories of the geraniums, monkeys, morning study hours are just as fresh and vivid for me. One small stimuli and stories come bubbling out. I wonder if it happens to everyone or is it just me?

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Summertime Blues..

I googled an article on marketing automation.. and this is what I find, perfect echo of Monday blues accentuated with Summertime blues.. Oh google thou art a mind reader!

I'm gonna raise a fuss,
I'm gonna raise a holler
About a work'in'all summer
just to earn a Dollar...


Every time I call my baby
And try to get a date..
My boss says,
'No dice son', you gotta work late'..


Sometime I wonder
what I'm gonna do..
But there aren't no cure
for the summertime blues...


Eddie Cochran


Monday, June 11, 2012

Creation at work


Collecting sea shells from the grains of sand,
Sands spread over miles of land,
Glistening gleefully, in golden rays of sun
Presenting a spectacle so delectable, so fun..


Each shell unique in itself
Each with a story to tell
Each alive with the song of creation,
With alacrity deep in heart..
I stoop to collect these souvenirs left on land


Some were big, some small, some just pieces..
some played in the surging waters while others lay still..
some wore the milky whiteness of the foaming waves,
some bore the earthly tinge of churned sand grains..


I 'll carry these shells with me
With me to the the unknown lands,
I'll always treasure..
This treasure from the ocean deep,
This gift from the depths of time..
A sublime symbol of creation at work..


Another one of an old poem, The apt image should have been a sea shell, this image could render itself for footprints in the sand.. or memories. May be later..

creative inputs srk!

Who is the prop?

 The Nari or the Nariyal?- Kannada conundrum
 No comment! Chennai super Macha..,
"Beta tumhaare daant to 'moti' jaise chamak rahe hai.."

This is one is from my neighborhood in Hyd.
















The North Indian edition will come out soon, hamare cameraman ab wahan pahuch chuke hai..
creative inputs srk!