Monday, May 02, 2016

S for Son

Yea, my son's name starts with an S too...This one is for him. 

My Dearest S,

The last time I wrote a letter to you on this blog was quite a while ago. You have evolved from then on and so have I. Needless to say, our relationship has evolved too...You have turned out to be a loving and caring guy. You are a charmer like your dad and can hold an audience with your limitless repertoire of stories - your dimpled cheeks help too!. You enjoy travelling, are a foodie and love the good life ! Unlike me, you are not very fond of animals. Though you resemble your dad in looks and external behavior, you are my carbon copy at heart - a sensitive soul. 

Now that I have done the mandatory parental gloating about 'how my son is the best on earth', here is a bunch of anecdotes around which I hope we can have a great laugh 20 yrs down the lane.

Context: Teaching about plants to my son
Mom: sunflower always bends towards sunlight.
Doubtful son: So, if I keep a sunflower plant in the dark and shine two torches from opposite sides , then which side will the plant bend to ?
Mom's mental note to self: I need to search for my 3rd std science teacher. 

Context: Mom screaming around like a banshee thanks to a severe migraine.
Mom: Hubby dear, I definitely want a maid on Sundays, I can't do all the work !
Son : (before hubby could respond): Ayyo amma, please don't have a maid on Sundays.
Mom's puzzled look gets the following answer:
"My chicken curry on Sundays will disappear if the maid comes. I love your chicken curry!"
Mom's migraine vanished immediately :)

Context: Mom and son watching Om Shanti Oshana with entire family. Son is glued inside the movie.
Mom's eyes well up at the anguish of the protagonsit Pooja when she is unable to get the love of her life, despite doing everything she can...
Son's sudden jolt to reality: "Amma, why are you crying? You got to marry achan and got two kids also. Achan will never do this to you!"
Mom's sheepish thought to self in the midst of loud guffaws from hubby and parents: Thank God, it is home and not the theatre !

Sonny, dear,

The last instance will always be a sweet memory in my heart. I never thought that in the middle of an interesting movie, you would even notice what I was upto - you not only did notice, but also comforted me in a way only you can ! As I have written earlier, a child's love for its parent is far superior than the parent's love for the is unblemished with prejudices !

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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Diving for Pearls... far easier if you have supplemental oxygen. If you have to dive for them without oxygen, every time you don't reach the needed depth, you have to resurface for oxygen and all your efforts are in vain...Every dive tires you out and there is only a limited number that you can do in a day...However, its only with several failed experiences that you learn to hold your breath long enough to find that perfect pearl !

Still, the added oxygen would have been would have at least made the memories more pleasant !

P.S. It is said that the ugliest of oysters have the most beautiful pearls inside...

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Of Stories Untold...

We all have them, don't we? I used to write stories as a child, when my imagination had wings - just like my dreams. I guess the biggest disappointment that experience brings is knowledge - knowledge that forces you to cut your dreams to size! Yea, that's ironic, I know.

Shouldn't experience actually give you the power to dream bigger and better? But, unfortunately that never happens ....Most people slowly turn their colourful dreams into monochromatic goals as time goes by...Add limited resources of money and time into the mix and you have a lousy cocktail - recipe for a hangover headache !

As a child, you are never worried about whether your dreams can turn into reality...You live in that heady cloud where dreams seamlessly blend into reality and vice versa..I vaguely remember reading in my Malayalam text book ages back about how Vivekananda used to fall asleep as a child - apparently, only enlightened souls such as him and Ramakrishna Paramahamsa fall asleep like that! It was news to me - till then I had never spared a thought on how sleep envelopes me...but after that, I have consciously tried to remember that tipping point when all consciousness is lost and sweet sleep washes over you.

I want to go back to writing stories - well, someday !

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Red Love

Loved you once and held you close,

Like a child enamoured by a fragrant rose !

As I bled from your thorns,

I vainly believed -

You are reflected in my soul !

Your cursed arrows no longer bruise -

They are droplets off my oiled fins;

As I dive off to the nadir of sorrow ,

From where the zenith of joy begins…

Friday, April 22, 2016

Of Idols and Feet of Clay...

This post was lying in my drafts since 2012. I saw it and didn't want it to remain in drafts anymore...

She writes about her idols...and the mention of "Men have taken over my list entirely." cracks me up and I laugh out loud in my otherwise sober surroundings...though I doubt that was the intent ...

I wondered for a moment what being an idol means...Does it mean you want to emulate them at some level? Or that you would love to live their lives, given a chance...If there is one quality in a person that you admire a lot and several others that you despise, then would that person be still an idol? As usual, a lot of questions, and no easy answers...

As you grow older your vision starts improving...and you see the feet of clay that most of your idols have...Starts with your parents, realise how human they are, and that is one of the key steps in becoming an adult - the quiet acceptance of your parents as who they are, rather than who you think they are...

Idolising at work place happened pretty much the same was my first job and not just mine, but my entire family's first exposure to a ruthless corporate world...I greatly admired a senior person at work and told myself that if I ever reach those heights (seemed like quite high from where I was standing), I would want to emulate him...Sadly, eight years down the line, he has reached greater heights, and I am where he was earlier, in terms of hierarchy...and all I see is a person who has an extra marital affair, and is professionally an unstable person at best...that was one of the biggest disillusionment of my adult life...I still cling on to that image of the person that he was, and I strive to be like that that is my idol no. 1.

Sports, movies and literature never created idols for me - I loved Steffi Graf, Pete Sampras, the entire Pakistan cricket team and Bebeto (I googled him and realised he is almost 50! - does anyone remember his cradle celebration of the World Cup goal?), but never idolized any of them...though I stopped watching tennis after Graf and Sampras called it quits...Same goes for Wodehouse and Ayn Rand..I love the former's sense of humor and the latter's lack of it :P ....I also loved Amitabh Bachan, Mohanlal and Kajol ...and hate SRK...though not necessarily in that order...

After writing so much, I am wondering if I am too much of a cynic not to have any idols? But, I definitely idolize the human spirit...which shows tremendous courage when faced with adversity, which lends a helping hand to total strangers, which persists till success is obtained...which believes that "courage is not always screaming: 'I did it' ; sometimes it is going to bed with the quiet conviction that I will try again tomorrow !"

I also admire people who are passionate about something, but are still flexible enough to hear the other side with an open enough mind to admit that in life sometimes there are different rights!

R for Random

Often life is strange and meanders through paths hitherto unknown to you - and then you get surprised - by the way you act and the way others react ...On that note, here is a list of random thoughts for you dear reader to chew on:

1. Sometimes there is no logical explanation ...and sometimes there are more than one.
2. Often you think you have simplified and you end up complicating it further.
3. Sometimes an act of kindness is perceived as anything but...
4. You try to bring happiness to someone's heart and you end up having quite the opposite effect..
5. Sometimes you think you have the freedom only to painfully realize that you exceeded your brief.
6. One day you feel like a princess and then you realize the clock has struck 12.
7. The human brain is a complicated organ, the human heart is even more so.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to being a child, when mistakes are more readily forgiven, people are easier to please (good behaviour and good acads is all that you need) and life is a jolly merry go round. 

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Q for Quest

A birthday is as good a time as any to do some serious introspection and figure out what is your life's quest.

But, I am not going to do that. April-May are usually extremely happy months for me and though the heat this time around is oppressing, my natural cheer that comes with the season is very much on !

I am doing things I love and I am happy to be alive !

Yes, there are day to day challenges, but what is life without a few mountains to climb?

So, yes, the quest for oceans to swim,
for clouds to float on,
for rainbows to watch
for magic to unfold ... continues...
The quest for ...
The healing touch
The warm embrace
The passionate lips
The eyes that speak a thousand stories...
..all are satiated !

P.S: This one is for my sweetheart...whom I hardly ever thank...

Wednesday, April 06, 2016

P for Passion

...and the title says it all doesn't it?

If not, here is a quote:

"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man."

Here's to the unreasonable dreamers out there !