My Dear Friend
I spent 45 minutes with you today
Over the phone
We connected.
Our voices echoed
Entwining, recognizing
Laughing, empathizing
Just 45 minutes
To affirm my faith
Polish my viewpoints
To stop second-guessing
To stop spiralling with self-doubt.
Just 45 minutes on the phone with you
Is all it took.
How do you do it?
How do you say just the right things? In just the right words?
I don't need to know...
Just do what you do-
My dear, dear friend.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Its a small world
A little boy lived on the slopes of a rolling green hill.And all over were even more green hills. They swelled and dipped cheerfully all around his house.On sunny days white cotton clouds would saunter by the hills. The little boy would lie back on the thick green grass. The clouds made funny faces and made him laugh.
On stormy evenings, the wind would howl around his house and angry dark clouds would come knocking on the tight shut door. Rain would lash against the windows and pester its ways in.The little boy would stare out the window. The helpless clouds outside would make him laugh -and clutch tighter to his mother's hand.
On stormy evenings, the wind would howl around his house and angry dark clouds would come knocking on the tight shut door. Rain would lash against the windows and pester its ways in.The little boy would stare out the window. The helpless clouds outside would make him laugh -and clutch tighter to his mother's hand.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Oblivion
The world is burning
Decapitated, truncated
Bloody, muddy, fearful
Shine down Lord
Shimmering rays of peace
Burst out from within
Our goodness, Narsimha
Through pillars of hate
I cradle my children
Shielding, praying
How long? For how long?
They tore me asunder
And fought out their way
For what? This hell?
I will not let go
You owe it, to me
Lull our hearts
Soothe our brows
Help us sleep
Gently, past the sun, the moon, the stars.....
Into deep, peaceful oblivion.
Decapitated, truncated
Bloody, muddy, fearful
Shine down Lord
Shimmering rays of peace
Burst out from within
Our goodness, Narsimha
Through pillars of hate
I cradle my children
Shielding, praying
How long? For how long?
They tore me asunder
And fought out their way
For what? This hell?
I will not let go
You owe it, to me
Lull our hearts
Soothe our brows
Help us sleep
Gently, past the sun, the moon, the stars.....
Into deep, peaceful oblivion.
Friday, February 20, 2009
A minute
Just a minute.
A minute of me.
Just me for myself.
Just me for myself
Kowing full well and strong
Just what I did right
And what I did wrong.
A minute of me.
Just me for myself.
Just me for myself
Kowing full well and strong
Just what I did right
And what I did wrong.
Its raining.....
Its raining disappointment.
Glass drops
Of liquid dreams
Slipping down windows
Dripping down roofs
Trickling down poles
Into dark dirty puddles
Left lying on the road.
Glass drops
Of liquid dreams
Slipping down windows
Dripping down roofs
Trickling down poles
Into dark dirty puddles
Left lying on the road.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Oh no........
Oh no! Just read Santa opened fire in an LA party. And killed 3. Kalyug is here! We are doomed!!!!! hmmm.....or naaah! its probably just LA.
I CAN see hope everywhere!!!! It REALLY MUST be Christmas:)
I CAN see hope everywhere!!!! It REALLY MUST be Christmas:)
The weather outside is frightful......
I can't make up my mind about the weather today. Its raining, windy - the kind of day that makes you think (much more than) twice about stepping out. But then it also makes the blazing fireplace so much brighter, cozier. Imagine a bright sunny outlook - what price the blazing fire and the stockings above? Yes, yes- today I can see the good in everything. It MUST be Christmas.
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since no pain no gain,
Let It Rain! Let It Rain! Let It Rain!
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since no pain no gain,
Let It Rain! Let It Rain! Let It Rain!
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Sri and I...
...are working on two songs.
One is a difficult Dhrupad that keeps veering into a naughty Tarana.
The other is a sunny Beatles melody.
One is a difficult Dhrupad that keeps veering into a naughty Tarana.
The other is a sunny Beatles melody.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
In response to closing lines from Big B
I closed without ceremony
Despairing pain and agony
They honored my humanity
I’m laughing at the irony
Despairing pain and agony
They honored my humanity
I’m laughing at the irony
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Why children?
Today at 6:47PM, I felt I knew why I have children. At 7 PM I lost it with them big time - but in the space of those few minutes things seemed shining clear.
Children are the means by which every living creature is allowed to feel priviledged. Wanted, worthwhile, productive (pardon the pun). It is as simple as that. Everything else in life seems to be distributed unfairly. Some people are the 'haves' and others are 'have nots'. But when you care for a child and truly dedicate yourself to his/her nurturing (and that is my definition of a parent)- there is a part of you that becomes so selfless, so pure, so unconditional, so accepting. You are a miracle to yourself, for yourself. As you grow older and life's setbacks dim your pride in every decision you took, I think (and hope) these frustrating little creatures offer you self-esteem. It is greatness taken from the hands of the few and distributed freely for everyone to enjoy- like air, sunshine, water. This love is elemental. And will surely be the end of us all one day.
Children are the means by which every living creature is allowed to feel priviledged. Wanted, worthwhile, productive (pardon the pun). It is as simple as that. Everything else in life seems to be distributed unfairly. Some people are the 'haves' and others are 'have nots'. But when you care for a child and truly dedicate yourself to his/her nurturing (and that is my definition of a parent)- there is a part of you that becomes so selfless, so pure, so unconditional, so accepting. You are a miracle to yourself, for yourself. As you grow older and life's setbacks dim your pride in every decision you took, I think (and hope) these frustrating little creatures offer you self-esteem. It is greatness taken from the hands of the few and distributed freely for everyone to enjoy- like air, sunshine, water. This love is elemental. And will surely be the end of us all one day.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
There is always
There is always an alternate life. That you can regret not having. Or that you are so thankful you have not led. Those are so easy to reconcile with. Its just so hard to live with what you DID choose. Sometimes its unbearable joy, which makes one fearful of losing it. Sometimes unbearable pain - need I say what one wants to do then?
Monday, September 08, 2008
Walking with Adi
I took a ten-minute walk with Adi last night
We saw a moon that some astronaut had cut in half
And wondered where he found the scissors
We danced on the road
To the crickets playing live in the thickets
We were stars at the Olympic
Gracefully balancing on the sidewalk edge
And we raced over the wet front lawn
Back into our home's comfort
Shouting out greetings like we left seven years ago.
We saw a moon that some astronaut had cut in half
And wondered where he found the scissors
We danced on the road
To the crickets playing live in the thickets
We were stars at the Olympic
Gracefully balancing on the sidewalk edge
And we raced over the wet front lawn
Back into our home's comfort
Shouting out greetings like we left seven years ago.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
The Brilliant Night
"Ooof! Its a dark night!"
"Genius. Were you expecting a brilliant one?"
The argument was logical. Point 1 to me.
I marched along the wet, windy street. Thankful for the wilting street lamps.
Soon I would be there. I focused on it. I went right along.
It was in fact not until I had gone a good quarter of a mile that I heard the footfalls. Light, persistent and sure as hell coming towards me.
I picked up my pace.
"Coward."
"Oh yeah? You think I will stop?"
I slowed down. I stopped. Point 2 to myself.
I inched closer to a street lamp and turned.
"Oh Thank God! Thank you for stopping. So sorry to disturb you. But could you tell me how to get to here."
I was staring. Struck dumb.
"Quick! Say something. Say something."
"What? What- should I say?"No answer - this was a draw.
Her hair whipped around in confusion. Her lashes dripped anxiety. Her hands trembled under the weight of the paper.
I took it from her without breaking our gaze. She shivered. I shivered in response. I looked down at the paper. Then pointed silently at the ornate iron gate two houses down on the left.
She peered after my finger.
"That one? Next to that brick house?"
I nodded. Gulped. Then nodded again. It was safest to resort to basic universal gestures.
She smiled and the night turned brilliant.
Thanking me she hurried up to the house.
"Brilliant night eh?"
"Yes brilliant."
Grinning I turned into my red brick house.
"Genius. Were you expecting a brilliant one?"
The argument was logical. Point 1 to me.
I marched along the wet, windy street. Thankful for the wilting street lamps.
Soon I would be there. I focused on it. I went right along.
It was in fact not until I had gone a good quarter of a mile that I heard the footfalls. Light, persistent and sure as hell coming towards me.
I picked up my pace.
"Coward."
"Oh yeah? You think I will stop?"
I slowed down. I stopped. Point 2 to myself.
I inched closer to a street lamp and turned.
"Oh Thank God! Thank you for stopping. So sorry to disturb you. But could you tell me how to get to here."
I was staring. Struck dumb.
"Quick! Say something. Say something."
"What? What- should I say?"No answer - this was a draw.
Her hair whipped around in confusion. Her lashes dripped anxiety. Her hands trembled under the weight of the paper.
I took it from her without breaking our gaze. She shivered. I shivered in response. I looked down at the paper. Then pointed silently at the ornate iron gate two houses down on the left.
She peered after my finger.
"That one? Next to that brick house?"
I nodded. Gulped. Then nodded again. It was safest to resort to basic universal gestures.
She smiled and the night turned brilliant.
Thanking me she hurried up to the house.
"Brilliant night eh?"
"Yes brilliant."
Grinning I turned into my red brick house.
Monday, August 25, 2008
K
Today is Adi's first day in K. He could not sleep last night- and woke up early today. How do I know?- I was the same:)
I surprised myself. It was hard leaving him in the daycare. He kept waving me off but I lingered- fussing over the sign-in, his snack pack, his pick-up locations. I worried. Will he make friends? Will he keep up? Will he excel? Stand out?Blend in? - Typical Indian parent? Or typical mom on first day of K??
And Vedant sensed it too. He was all quiet on the way in to his school. And snuggled against me and made me carry him in. He kept asking where is Adi- indeed where is he?
So life changes- my baby is in school. Big deal - say the seasoned parents. Yeah BIG DEAL- say I!!!!!!
I surprised myself. It was hard leaving him in the daycare. He kept waving me off but I lingered- fussing over the sign-in, his snack pack, his pick-up locations. I worried. Will he make friends? Will he keep up? Will he excel? Stand out?Blend in? - Typical Indian parent? Or typical mom on first day of K??
And Vedant sensed it too. He was all quiet on the way in to his school. And snuggled against me and made me carry him in. He kept asking where is Adi- indeed where is he?
So life changes- my baby is in school. Big deal - say the seasoned parents. Yeah BIG DEAL- say I!!!!!!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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