The mornings you rise
impregnated with loads of ideas and feelings
and you are strained now
as if you have fought over something
throughout the night
the ones which get disappeared beyond recollections
after a shower as if it cleanses
the Lasya and Shrinkara which hides and seeks on your face
the Athbutha which blooms in you eyes
the fingers which clusters to form mudras unknowingly
the Beebhathsa-"yuck" you eventually emerge to others
cacophony when ragas of unknown names and origins code-mix
and code switch within you and emerge
thanks nobody listens
The late nights you are confused
between the books and the phone
the random night-walks you make
beneath the trees filtering the moonlight
Friday, October 16, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Friends and their children
Even my best friend in college tells me that my blog-posts are depressing. Pardon me , my dear unfortunate readers..
Now I thought I will write about the awesome period about my life- my childhood till when I was 13 in my village- a village with traditions co-existing with the miracles of the first generation NRIs and their gulf-money
Women have always played a great role in my life. I always had a gr8 and benign influence of my mother, grandmothers, aunts of all kinship terms, sisters , child hood friends....... I had really good relationship with womenfolk around then.
What I want to write about are some friends in my life , with whom I spent my childhood , playing pranks , who now shifted to another generation when I remained still the same child.
One was my immediate neighbor. She would evoke sympathy in you at the first sight. She was so thin and shriveled that she will make impression about the poverty at her home. And the truth was contrary and her mother was an awesome cook. I ate the best "Kinnathappams" from her home. It seems from the lores of my grandma that she was a close pal of mine in my early child hood. And the change happened like this. My elder brother, myself and others including her were discussing about marriage (marriage and its pomp and splendor always interested us in our childhood). The question arose that whom would she marry. And she indicated towards my elder bro. And It seems I was damn angry at her non-choice of me that I took a knife and hurt her hand. She never remained the same cordial with me after. She remained the same- thin and shriveled. When I was in my 12th, her marriage happened and later I could not believe myself when I saw my would be-wife holding her child when I visted my village for a college vacation.
Then was this niece. She was the daughter of supposedly my sister in my paternal line. She was my classmate in my Madrassa. And look what, when all my classmates used to call me by my name, she called me "Kochappa"- meaning uncle. She continued calling me this throughout my childhood. She also married when I was in my school. And I later saw this niece meeting me in a recent family function with two grand-nephews of mine.
Then it did not stop there. There was this family of the "Imam' of our local Masjid. his fourth daughter was less than my age. She was a good -friend of mine and she used to make use of the fear of something called "Brahmana Shapam"of mine. It is told among Hindu folk that making a Brahman angry would be disastrous and he should be always made happy. I interpreted in my context. Imam was supposedly a religious man like Brahman . So I should never make his daughter angry, lest she curse me. She very well knew this. She would make me do her bit of home-works and above all, used to make use of my bicycle. Riding bicycle was forbidden for Muslim girls , at least in her family then . This was also at the risk of scolding of my grandparents. She too married, but very early, when she was fifteen. And her brother who was another friend of mine and of similar age married two years back. Needless to say, if both of them come with their familes to my home, it would turn into a war ground for four or five naughty little ones.
This tradition of these early marriages irks me because...........whenever I meet these friends in the family functions , and take their children into my hands, I find my parents and elders mock me...that I still play pranks or show my instinct for childish deeds and they tell that when u r supposed to have one of your own in ur hands by now, please grow up...
P.S The recent Malayalam Movie "Ivar Vivahithrayal" inspired me writing this- according to my bro
Now I thought I will write about the awesome period about my life- my childhood till when I was 13 in my village- a village with traditions co-existing with the miracles of the first generation NRIs and their gulf-money
Women have always played a great role in my life. I always had a gr8 and benign influence of my mother, grandmothers, aunts of all kinship terms, sisters , child hood friends....... I had really good relationship with womenfolk around then.
What I want to write about are some friends in my life , with whom I spent my childhood , playing pranks , who now shifted to another generation when I remained still the same child.
One was my immediate neighbor. She would evoke sympathy in you at the first sight. She was so thin and shriveled that she will make impression about the poverty at her home. And the truth was contrary and her mother was an awesome cook. I ate the best "Kinnathappams" from her home. It seems from the lores of my grandma that she was a close pal of mine in my early child hood. And the change happened like this. My elder brother, myself and others including her were discussing about marriage (marriage and its pomp and splendor always interested us in our childhood). The question arose that whom would she marry. And she indicated towards my elder bro. And It seems I was damn angry at her non-choice of me that I took a knife and hurt her hand. She never remained the same cordial with me after. She remained the same- thin and shriveled. When I was in my 12th, her marriage happened and later I could not believe myself when I saw my would be-wife holding her child when I visted my village for a college vacation.
Then was this niece. She was the daughter of supposedly my sister in my paternal line. She was my classmate in my Madrassa. And look what, when all my classmates used to call me by my name, she called me "Kochappa"- meaning uncle. She continued calling me this throughout my childhood. She also married when I was in my school. And I later saw this niece meeting me in a recent family function with two grand-nephews of mine.
Then it did not stop there. There was this family of the "Imam' of our local Masjid. his fourth daughter was less than my age. She was a good -friend of mine and she used to make use of the fear of something called "Brahmana Shapam"of mine. It is told among Hindu folk that making a Brahman angry would be disastrous and he should be always made happy. I interpreted in my context. Imam was supposedly a religious man like Brahman . So I should never make his daughter angry, lest she curse me. She very well knew this. She would make me do her bit of home-works and above all, used to make use of my bicycle. Riding bicycle was forbidden for Muslim girls , at least in her family then . This was also at the risk of scolding of my grandparents. She too married, but very early, when she was fifteen. And her brother who was another friend of mine and of similar age married two years back. Needless to say, if both of them come with their familes to my home, it would turn into a war ground for four or five naughty little ones.
This tradition of these early marriages irks me because...........whenever I meet these friends in the family functions , and take their children into my hands, I find my parents and elders mock me...that I still play pranks or show my instinct for childish deeds and they tell that when u r supposed to have one of your own in ur hands by now, please grow up...
P.S The recent Malayalam Movie "Ivar Vivahithrayal" inspired me writing this- according to my bro
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