Tag Archive | Think!!

I wonder


Cookies, cup cakes, fruit cakes,

Recipes galore.

Shoppers haven,

Crowd in malls.

I sit quiet

amidst the chaos,

Bleeding heart,

Numb thoughts.

Festivals are bonding times

But see what we do.

Throttle emotions,

Break bodies

Is this what we are heading to?

is it really festive times at all?

A piece of log

A piece of log I was,

One took me to make a boat

Another to chisel a form

The last made a cutting board

Three places I lie

Three ways I serve you

and yet you are dissatisfied .


We all are special, each has distinct qualities and yet we often forget our human ‘ness’. We forget that beneath our skin we are all the same,¬† we fight with each other on numerous issue.Sad isn’t it?

DO ponder!!

‘Hiiiii, how come…..I mean, do you stay here….’

In the blazing sun, I squinted to place the woman in front of me. In the morning rush, in the midst of doing a hundred things, I hardly notice people around me.

‘Diya..’, I said. Some fifteen minutes later we were having coffee at a corner cafe.

‘You really are a housewife…I mean homemaker, why? Why did you stop working? Yes home is important but money too isn’t it? Why are you playing second fiddle to your husband. ‘ And she went on with her monologue.

For a minute I was ashamed of myself in front of this career woman. But then I shook myself. Am I really doing nothing. Home, classes, temple activities, on the path¬† to teach others, secretary to hubby, maid to son… am I really doing nothing?

Then I looked at her and was ashamed still further. Some 11 years back, my coordinator had sent her to me. ‘Arrey Reema, iska kuch kar’. (Reema please do something of her). A person with almost nil confidence, no subject knowledge, no etiquettes or dress sense, I had groomed her initially. If my grooming had not instilled understanding, compassion and insight; my grooming was a failure.

* fictitious but isn’t this the way we are. We become successful in our careers; we become self-centered and we think of everyone else as inferior, we stop understanding other’s viewpoint.


Cruising around quiet roads, I felt a deep sense of loss.

Loss of freedom-> Not so long ago, people used to hang out late, socializing. Today everyone coops inside, socializing yes, but not outdoors.
Loss of freedom->Where anyone spoke to everyone without fear, today everyone speaks but now; thinks about what can be spoken.

It’s so easy to protest but do we ever think of what we have got. We demand our rights but do we do our duties?

Sometimes in the hurry to demand, we lose so much, the loss is much more than what we gain.

In response to the word prompt QUIET @ Velvet verbosity and the situation in the Gulf.

Life is not forever

On Friday evening I was watching the press conference of India against corruption in Bengaluru. It was enlightening to hear the distinguished members- Ms. Kiran Bedi, Justice Hegde, Arvind Kejriwal, Swami Agnivesh and the great Anna Hazare speak. Enlightening because I came to know a lot of what all is covered in the Lokpal Bill. I must say that I heard the entire coverage open-mouthed. Why?? I just could not believe that the BIll could really cover so many points and then the ultimate question, ‘Will this Bill ever come in motion?’

But what really got me thinking was Anna Hazare answer to a question. I am redrafting the question here as I do not remember it verbatim-Its the educated who spread corruption but how will the Bill be helpful to the downtrodden, the uneducated and those who are living in villages,

And Anna’s answer- It’s not the educated or the uneducated, the rich or the poor who propagate corruption, its propagated by those who have forgotten that they wll ultimately die one day. You may take bribes, you may accumulate wealth which will suffice generations to come but what is the use- you will ultimately die one day and leave back everything.

So very true, isn’t it? We live enjoy, we earn; all in the hope of living a better life and then we get greedy and we accumulate some more. And ultimately one day we leave everything and go away. So why this greed?

No I do not mean to be cynical. You do need money to fulfil your basic needs, to fulfil your ‘interests’. But shouldn’t we remember that ultimately we will go away leaving everything.

Life is after all momentary. Riches come and go what stays is (good) name and respect. Earn them.

All the Kannimozhis, Kalmadis and Rajas of the world, are you listening?


Harini stepped out of the saloon and immediately covered up her face and head to protect it from the blazing sun and was just stepping into her car when there someone called ‘You are Harini aren’t you?’

Harini had always been beautiful; she had been born that way. And whats more she took care about her looks, what she wore, how she looked. The person calling out to her was Keerthana; her classmate from school, a plain Jane and today too she looked plain in a cotton dress.

‘Keerthana, its you, such a long time since we met.’

‘Yes isn’t it? Look at you stunning as ever’, exclaimed Keerthana,’Come let’s have a cup of coffee’.

‘Not now Keerthana have to pick up my son from school’.

‘Ohh…Listen why don’t you drop at my place whenever you are free. I live in that complex over there, B building, flat 455. I am always free in the afternoon’.

Harini looked at the complex which Keerthana was pointing at; it looked posh. ‘Sure will whenever I get time’. She flashed a smile and drove away.

Keerthana stood at the same place for some moments. Memories flashing by. If her observation was right Harini had not changed. The same love for external appearances, the same materialistic attitude. But still she was a clean hearted soul, no shrewdness, no bitchiness, she spoke what she felt. Ahh it would be fun meeting up with her and reliving the memories.

Two days later the doorbell rang in the afternoon and Keerthana ran to open the door, It was Harini. ‘HeyYY welcome’.

‘I am sorry to come unannounced but I had forgotten to take your phone number.
That is perfectly fine, come on in.’
Harini stepped into a room in disarray and a woman obviously a maid sitting in the corner, writing.
‘Thats my maid Gulabi she is preparing for her BA exam, Iw as tutoring her and hence the chaos in this room,’ Keerthana exclaimed.

Tutoring? Harini sighed. Let the maid do her job and then tutor her thought she but did not say anything. Keerthana made tea(gave one cup to Gulabi) and they sat reminiscing their childhood.

‘Oh my,’ exclaimed Keerthana it’s already five, sorry Harini I have to pick up my kids from the dance academy.’

‘I can drop you if you want,’ said Harini.

‘Will you? Thanks a ton, I will get ready then. Meanwhile, have a look at my home.’

Harini went through the rooms. The apartment was nice, very airy and open. Very less furniture except the children’s room. It was big with wardrobes lining a wall, study tables, bunk bed, art corner.

‘Your kids room is huge’, she remarked to Keerthana.

‘Yes need so, I have four of them you see.’

‘Four kids!!’, Hariini was shocked, that’s why Keerthana looked so disheveled.

‘Yes Four. Listen, why don’t you guys come for dinner on Saturday. It will be good if our families would get to know about each other and we could chat some more.’

Harini agreed and so a date was set.

Saturday evening arrived, Harini came with her husband DInesh and son Kartik and Keerthana introduced her husband Anand Kishore and her children Ravi, Aditi, Shravani and Tanu. The house was sparsely furnished but Harini noticed how cosy it was and the kids were so well-behaved unlike her brat. And the food was awesome. ‘Don’t tell me you prepared this lavish spread all by yourself’. ‘Yes I did, the kids and Anand help me of course.’

It was while they were clearing the table that Harini took Keerthana aside and said,’ Forgive me if I ma intruding Keerthana but why you took such a step’.

‘Huh’, said Keerthana not quite understanding what she meant.

‘I mean your family is so illustrious, your grandfather an Industrialist, your father a District Magistrate and you eloped with….. with such a simple man. Yes he bought you a good flat but obviously cannot furnish it properly and whats more made you go through 4 pregnancies. Huh. Why,Keerthana, why did you not think before eloping with this man. Look at your fate now, look at your house, your clothes, you are just 38 but see how your skin sags with all this work. You can’t even afford a maid and….’ She would have continued for some time but Dinesh called her and she had to be at his side.

‘Lets go Harini, Dad is not well and its better we do not delay, he may need something’.

‘Hey you should have brought him along’, exclaimed Anand

‘He would have been bored’, replied Harini and they left.

‘Thanks a ton, Harini’, Said Dinesh while on their way home.

‘Why?’ said Harini.

‘YOU do not know?’ , Said DInesh.


‘This Anand Kishore is THE Mr. Kishore’.

‘Which one’, said Harini she was not able to follow what DInesh was talking.

Venture capitalist Anand Kishore whom I was trying to meet for so many weeks now for my business idea. Thanks to you I could meet him nd we have fixed a business appointment for next week.’

‘Venture capitalist..’ Harini’s head reeled. And what had I assumed and what I had sermonised.

‘What happened?’, asked Dinesh and looking at her face, took the car on a side and parked. When Harini explained, he screamed, ‘You fool, you always judge people by their looks, now gone is my chance of making some progress in life.’ and so on he continued.

Some days later Harini’s father in law wanted to meet his friend. As he was still very frail, she offered him to drive him to the old age home where his friend lived. While the two friends chatted she idled at the garden of the Home when she noticed Keethana and her family. She hid herself and peeped. ‘Any problem Madam,’ an attendant asked her finding her behaviour suspicious. ‘They… they what are they doing here’, she said pointing at the Kishores.

‘Oh they. They are the Kishores they do a lot of voluntary service here and at our orphanage. Both physical service as well as financially. You know once our orphanage was about to close down, the Kishores stepped in with money whats more adopted two kids too. They come here every Saturday to help us with our work..’ and so on he continued narrating the deeds of the Kishore.

On their return, Harini was silent, tears in her eyes remonstrating herself for her haste in judging others by their looks and chastising herself for her selfishness. For all in her 38 years she had never done anything for anybody.

BIN it

I was hurrying, my son had an appointment with the ophthalmologist and my husband was arriving any moment to pick us up. I locked the door and went towards the staircase when our Egyptian neighbours said a HI, I allowed them to pass over. Impeccably dressed, perfect make up and a whiff so strong that my nasal passages hitherto blocked due to a cold opened up and gasped for breath.

I followed them downstairs and stood near the main entrance waiting for my husband, when one ladies opened their car and sat. The one on the passenger sat inside the car, then remembered that she had a garbage bag, opened the door and threw it there itself; right in the middle of the door. Before I could recover from the shock, they were gone.

Within moments some cats had attacked the bag and the contents were all lying across.

These ladies must be spending hundreds of Dinars on their clothes,their make up, their perfumes and if I am not wrong on their gym membership, what harm or loss they would have made if they had just put the garbage in the bin just across the road. They would have just burnt of some calories.

In Bahrain as soon as a building gets its electricity and water supplies, the very next thing it gets is a garbage bin. Every morning a worker of the cleaning company sweeps the in lanes while a cleaning truck collects the garbage from these bins in the night. The same truck also sweeps and washes the main roads in the night.

So much is done to keep the city clean and what do the residents do? Throw the garbage wherever they feel like. Homes are kept sparkling while the outsides are littered.

In Mangalore there was a garbage bin just in front of our house. We used to watch people arriving by car, opening u the door and throw their bags, the chances that the bag would land in the bin were minimal. Once when we flagged a car to stop and pointed out that his bag had landed outside, the same person who did not have time to put the bag in the bin, got down from the car to fight with us.

Are we losing our civic sense with the increase in literacy rate?

Do we?

We take time to express ourselves-to tweet, to blog, to say what is in our mind, or to tell what we are up to.
But do we have time to listen?
No I don’t mean listening to the news on the television or radio. I mean actually listening to what the person in front of us is saying and what he or she actually wants to convey.
Do we?