Twisted tales on life

Yard Sale

June 12, 2009 · 5 Comments

I haven’t attempted a prompt in a long while and decided to try and combat my writer’s block with a little challenge I found at Totally Optional Prompts:

They pulled up in their mini-vans

And some in their Lambhorginis too

They trampled over the grass

And some of my flower seeds

Scattered my roses

And left the thorns behind;

A yard sale

Of my choicest dreams

To give to those

Who would have them

And cherish them

Most of all,

Finding a good home

For my most precious treasures;

I wondered

If they would count

The eggs I was trying to hatch

Or would they gaze through the crystal maze

And see what I saw

Wings fluttering

The dreams taunting and tempting

While we tried to catch them

And sell them

To any believer

At our yard sale.

Categories: Ramblings · Stardust · Verses

Australia, Racism and Other Issues

June 12, 2009 · 4 Comments

We were just settling down to watch the news post dinner last week when the man turned around and asked

‘So what do you think?”

“About what?”

“About the LTTE and Tamil issues and the racism cries in Australia”

“Nothing”

“How can you say that? Don’t you have an opinion?”

“Not based on the news, I don’t”

And that is the truth, I just cannot take in the news we see these days without the fistful of salt (a pinch has long become irrelevant). The stories shown are not based on journalism, but a “who beat whom at getting an exclusive” which then airs on every channel claiming the exclusive.

Are Australians racist? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I have never been to Australia and cannot claim to know enough Australians to make a statement.

Were some of the attacks racially motivated? Definitely. You find it difficult to believe that party crashers who stabbed a man with a screwdriver were just opportunists.

Were some of the attacks opportunistic? Most probably. Muggings and street crimes in Australia is one of the lesser known facts about the country and I can bet that native Australians (and no, I am not referring to just the Aborigines, but to any Australian national) have had their fair share of robberies and beatings.

Is there a problem in Australia? Yes, a law and order one. Similar to the one in our own country.

While we cry out that more than twenty Indian students have been “racially victimised” Down Under over the past month, we have our Shopian case, the case of dowry deaths and any number of religious zealots who would love to stir up controversies on whether a painter should be lynched or not for “misinterpreting” our traditions.

I recently saw a TV Ad that ran for some Teleshopping network where they kept stating that a darker person had no right to self-esteem and could never fit it unless they tried to become fairer. In a sense, it captures the thoughts of more than half the population in India (if not more), where the fairer you are, the nobler you are considered. I wondered aloud why the censor board had allowed it to air without insisting that they try selling it without belittling anyone with a more pigmented skin, I was made to understand they were too busy trying to protect Indian tradition by lascivating over half-nude women wondering if full frontal nudity could be considered an affront. (Warning: Figment of imagination by the blogger, does not reflect the actual work done by the censor board, since that work is classified top secret and not divulged to any concerned citizen).

As for the LTTE and Tamil issue, seeing the refugee camps pulls at one’s gut, but I am sure the refugee camps are similar to those we have when there are floods etc in our own country.

Finally, I don’t see how having an opinion helps these people in anyway, unless we are also ready to do something about it. Maybe the next sanctimonious presenter who decides if the living conditions in refugee camps are humane or not will actually also try and make a difference by sending in a blanket for one of those shivering souls. But then, blankets don’t sell stories, so we can just sit and listen to the opinions and then send in the little we can spare to people who need them, right?

Categories: People · Ramblings · Rants

The Writer’s Block

June 12, 2009 · 3 Comments

Someone asked me recently why I didn’t post as often or write as much poetry as I used to…unfortunately, it is a case of writer’s block more than the lack of time I have been pleading.

So, bear with me. And for all the writers out there who read this, I know you will understand my predicament the best, so churn out more of your wonderful posts I can read, as a dear friend put it, reading is a sure fire way to cure a writer’s block.

Categories: Ramblings

For a wonderful mother

June 12, 2009 · 2 Comments

I met her for the first time at my wedding, she had a bit of a cheeky grin as she walked up and congratulated me and winked at the man next to me.

She was his best friend’s wife and had learnt she was to be a mother, the glow was self-explanatory, after two miscarriages and heartbreaking news of never being able to conceive, a miracle had occured and she was ecstatic.

She invited me over for lunch or dinner at her place one day and I accepted, I had heard so much about her cooking from the men around that I was salivating already, drooling over images of Aloo Parathas and Chole.

We got a call last month, she was in the ICU after contracting what was then considered a small infection, her daughter was born three months too early, a mere 450 gm in weight, a perfect little girl. The little girl died 48 hours later and I cried aloud for the mother who was still battling for her life.

Unfortunately I will never taste those Parathas or Chole. The funeral of the mother was held yesterday and I was ordered to stay away from it, inspite of wanting to say goodbye to a wonderful woman I had met just once. No one thought I was strong enough to face her and I must admit they were right.

And I wondered at the end of it, if the Man above was watching it all and laughing at us, even as she cavorted with her unborn daughter finally, for grieving for dreams shattered. I still haven’t had the courage to talk to the father; how do you tell someone you understand a pain when you still haven’t got around to getting around it?

Categories: Family · Friends