I wish we didn't fight so often
wish i could take back all the mean words spoken
To me, you are the only important person
and I love you more, than you can ever imagine
Coloured bangles and bargaining at bazaars
Long nights staring at painted little stars
Fighting for the remote and jumping down amma's throat
Being one another's scapegoat
Writing notes and schoolgirl gossips in gangs
Raiding the fridge on midnight hunger pangs
Early morning chores and evening bike rides
Reading together and taking sides
Confessions of first crushes and perverted joshes
Bits of poetry and evenings splashes
by the riverside.
You have taken me from ponytails to perfumes,
from fights with pillows to stilettos
You taught me there is no right and wrong
You gave me hope, that things would get better erelong
You took care of me, made me strong
When I'm in trouble, or feel like running away
The thought of you just a phone call away makes me stay
The thought of living without you makes me shudder
I'd rather be six feet under
You may not even come across this little poem
but i had to pen it down
to tell the world you're the best; no one's on par
You are my sister superstar!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Soorchi
inditer :
Artemis
at
8:57 AM
1 comments
also visit
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Life's like that, i say
Today I went to the passport office again, to FINALLY submit all the documents and get one of the most coveted documents in the world. After being denied the chance to even apply for it on different grounds, I had almost given up hope. US is the last country I wanted to visit, and I can assure you that I'm the one who is least kicked about flying to yankee land at the company's expense. But then again, protocol, a pesky insistent manager, an even more insistent mom, travel plans to France later this year, etc made me keep at it.
It was quite a sight to see people beg, kneel, cringe and cry in front of the officers, security guards, numerous agents, fellow applicants and whoever else was there. The mothers are ready to lick every toe and grease every palm to get their children what seems to be the most coveted document in the world. There were people everywhere, sitting on benches and broken benches, on the ground, under trees, in the shade of parked vehicles; all eagerly clutching on and squinting at the papers, muttering under their breaths, counting and recounting the shabby bunch of notes inside the envelope - as if that random person on the other side of the counter would decide their future. He would decide if their dreams would come true, if their children would find well paying jobs, if they would build their own house. This was indeed their passport to a better and promising life. If passports are so hard to get, I wonder how they go about getting visas. Sigh.
I felt sick standing there in that queue. I felt as if I was turning into someone I had never wanted to be. The system and the pointlessness of it all is choking me. Back in office, while I was looking at the mirror, something inside me just snapped. I felt like I was looking at a stranger, gone further in years than in age. I felt like a tired old woman who had missed the last bus to somewhere.
I tried to make peace with thoughts and get back to work. But parallel, yet conflicting thoughts continue to play with my sanity.
inditer :
Artemis
at
9:45 PM
0
comments
also visit
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Chennai Undiluted
Filter kappi. Vengaya chutney. Beach. Nidhi. Occassional showers. Vast blue sky. Photographs. Sundal. Saravana bhavan. Ghee Dosa. College. Draping saree. People. Hostel. Birthdays. MLC. Mittu’s house. Sleeping on the floor. Beach.
Five days in Chennai has done good to my cynical soul. All that this wretched city had drained out of me, Chennai generously proffered again. I was staying at a good friend’s place, and it was almost like going home to Kerala. Her mother fed me well, and always insisted on one more dosa, or another helping of thayirusadam. Best of all, I got filter kappi the moment I was out of bed.
The sun was just setting, and the sky was a brilliant orange. The wind was blowing in that cool, careless way that it does only in colleges or schools with large open grounds and big, old trees. The excited chitter-chatter slowly died away, and the combs and Kohl pencils were artfully tucked away. The speeches begin, and although you had planeed to doze off as you always did during the morning assembly, something makes you sit up and listen to the Principal’s speech. After a few minutes, you realize you are getting goosebumps. Although the chief guest’s address was really long and made no sense, the message had gone home. We were all grown up women now, with a lot of responsibility towards our family, college and country.
Later at night when I was sitting by the window and looking at the sky, I suddenly felt very grown up; very mature and old. It was like I missed out on adulthood and slipped right into middle age. Maybe it’s the monotonous work I do, or maybe it’s because I stopped writing. So I promised myself that I’m going to write more from now on. All those ideas for short shorts have been long pending. I have been sticking to my New Year’s resolution to read two books a week, and this one is going to be a slightly late addition to the list.
There isn’t much to see in
Tara and I plan to go to Chennai every month, so that we can come back refreshed to face this depressing city. Looking at things that have happened to me in the past few weeks, it feels like a year in
(PS: No, I am not going to remove comments moderation. I enjoy reading what you all have to say from my inbox, and prefer not to share it with the world :)
inditer :
Artemis
at
9:34 PM
0
comments
also visit
Labels: personal