Category: .writings
Now A Tiger
Long was the winding queue, In it standing was an urchin – Empty mind an’ empty tummy Waiting for his lowly luncheon. Mind nibbling empty mind, Tummy pinching at the tummy, And our urchin in the heat Standing for a morsel grummy. Suddenly a lighting bolt Struck our little hapless lad – Suddenly he ran away… Continue reading Now A Tiger
A Different Durga For This Mahishasur
He just sat there receiving all the arrows I was unleashing at him. “I don’t like you,” I said, in no uncertain terms. I had been feeling such distaste, such dislike for him that I would not even look at him at the dining table. After a few days of receiving this treatment, he asked… Continue reading A Different Durga For This Mahishasur
I Have Many Mothers
Hindi is my Devaki, English is my Yashoda. Marwari is my grandma, Bengali, my maasi-maa (mother’s sister) — and Sanskrit is my great-grandma. Each of them, in their own way, have nurtured me. They all have a very significant place in my life. All the languages of India, indeed all the languages of the world… Continue reading I Have Many Mothers
An Ode To You
Dear Reader, this is an ode to you – *** The body may be hurting but you are as God created you. The Son of God cannot suffer — and you are The Son of God. You are Perfect because Perfection can only create the Perfect. You are Whole because the Whole can only create… Continue reading An Ode To You
The Lure Of Cacophony
What’s here is now invisible I search for life on internet. In this room and in this house, In this city I find nothing. For meaning I go to internet. To cacophonous thoughts that are More cacophonous than my mind I gravitate ― To find an end to loneliness, I turn towards the internet. To… Continue reading The Lure Of Cacophony
My Mind and The Internet – The Dangerous Divine Relationship
That was the most lonely and isolated period of my life. Then the internet came to me — when the world was, as per Jesus, in its late 1990s, and I was in my late 20s. My brother had bought home the first computer of the family, despite bitter criticism from my father. He also… Continue reading My Mind and The Internet – The Dangerous Divine Relationship
Nourished, Even By His Absence
I love missing you. It’s such a tasty, wholesome experience. Like eating a banana. Missing you is juicy with a devious prick… Like biting into a slice of pineapple. I love missing you — like eating mangoes when they aren’t there. Sucking on cherished moments, each subtle feeling. At times, missing you is tasteless with a slight… Continue reading Nourished, Even By His Absence
Does It Happen This Way?
When I feel happy, does that happiness caress you as a gentle breeze? When I feel content, does it ease your breathing? When I feel grateful, do your lips curl, ever so slightly, into a gentle smile? When I feel elated, do you sense a twinkle in your eye? When I feel happy, do you… Continue reading Does It Happen This Way?
Blank Pages Shall Remain
Whatever and however much I may write Blank pages shall remain – For the sky is never-ending This is a boon Given to me By the universe itself – The story will not ever end For the sky is never-ending मैं जितना भी जो कुछ भी लिखूँ रिक्त कागज़ रहेंगे क्योंकि अनन्त आकाश है यह… Continue reading Blank Pages Shall Remain