Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Forbidden Fruit...





Eaten I have
the forbidden fruit,
from the tree of desire...
Thinking of it ,
creates a flutter,
and sets my heart on fire!!
No grudge I hold,
no guilt engulfs,
the candle of my heart..
that melted when,
the match was lit,
and tore the soul apart!
Right or wrong,
no thought did run,
when hunger ruled the roost..
satiate was all,
in mind had I,
my spirit it did boost.
The fruit was sour,
`twas sans love,
needed to turn it sweet..
lust and greed ,
tugged at the reins,
music sans its beat.
I marched to the tune,
of an arrhythmic song,
the words so unclear..
but dent it did,
and scar did leave,
on my soul a tear...!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Another Award!!


For once words fail to describe my happiness at being conferred another Award!! First the Liebster Award from Sujana @ Dreaming in December and now this Versatile Blogger Award from Jen.@. The Butterfly Effect


Reading Jen's works is an inspiration in itself and now to get this award from her is just too much!! So here’s to you Jen.. Thank you!!



I feel really guilty not being able to post this for so long !! My dearest friend got married and the wedding festivities kept me busy all week…Nevertheless I am back and now happy to be passing on the award to other fellow bloggers… Jen has already nominated so many of my favorites, so I’ll give you some others..



 Firstly ,here are the rules.


1. Nominate 15 fellow Bloggers.
2. Inform the Blogger about nomination
3. Share 7 random things about yourself
4. Thank the Blogger who nominated you.
5. Add the Versatile Blog Award picture to your blog post.


My Nominees :)
·  Aarti Harish @
·  Lilac

Well 7 random things about myself......click here I have ranted enough about it already!!



Jen, Thanks again!!


Monday, February 20, 2012

To criticize or not to criticize!!

Sanjana was helping her 8 year old prepare for his 'spell-bee' contest. Word by word, she helped him learn the spelling, explained the meanings of words he did not understand, and assisted him in forming sentences with the words using it in its correct form. Then they reached the word that could have been the reason for the third world war to erupt.
“Now, spell  ‘Criticize’.”
“C-R-I-T-S-I-Z-E”
“ No darling, it is spelled C-R-I-T-I-C-I-Z-E” . Do you know what it means?”
“No mamma ,I don’t”
“It means finding fault with someone. Let’s use it in a sentence now. ”
“Dad always criticizes me. He is my criticist”
She laughed.
“Beta it should be, ‘He is my critic’, not criticist.”
Hubby dearest was romancing his laptop on couch nearby. His ears tweaked at hearing this comment from his son.
“No beta, why do you think I always criticize you?”
“Dad you always find fault with everything that I do.”
She interrupted.
“Beta, people who criticize you are your well wishers.  If they tell you that you are doing something wrong, don’t take it as criticism. If I tell you about the mistake that you are making while skating, am I criticizing you or trying to improve you? If I just praise you and don’t find fault with your  technique, you will not know where to improve, isn’t it? People who just praise you may not really be your well wishers.”
He seemed to ponder over it for some time.  Then came a seemingly innocent question.
“Yesterday when we were going to Rashmi Aunty’s wedding, you asked Dad ‘Am I looking good?’ He said ‘The green sari would have looked good’. But you didn’t listen to dad’s criticism and argued with him. So if he criticized you , then he is your well wisher, so why didn’t you listen to him?”
Hubby dearest was quick to douse the fire before it broke out.
“Beta that wasn’t criticism, your mother looks beautiful in whatever she wears, I thought she would look prettier in green. It was just a suggestion,” he said with the look of a soldier who had just missed being hit by a missile.
“So if it was a suggestion why did Mom feel bad and argue with you? She said that you find fault with everything she does.”
Sanjana realized it was already quite damaging that the child was noting down every squabble they had, so she chipped in helpfully,
“Beta I didn’t realize it was just a suggestion, though I later did.”
He pondered a little more and came up with another missile.
“ In that case Dad, when you praised Sneha Aunty at the party and said she looked beautiful, you were not her well wisher and that is why you didn’t criticize her? I thought she looked pretty awful in her red sari.”
Hubby dearest wasn’t anticipating this at all. He looked at Sanjana and immediately recognized the ‘ Oh, so you were flirting with Sneha behind my back’ look. Secretly she was pleased that her son had found Sneha’s red sari obnoxious too. She stared at him and waited for him to answer, tapping her fingers impatiently on the table.
“ Err.. I was just being polite, beta,’ he explained trying to save his skin. “Now run and finish the rest of the spellings.”
“ I am confused. If Dad’s criticism was a suggestion and dad’s praise was ‘being polite’ then what is the actual meaning of criticism?”
She was wondering what to say, when he shot yet another missile, this time at her.
“ Maybe I understood what it means. Mom, criticism is what you give to Raj uncle from your office, isn’t it? Every time he comes with his report you tell him there are mistakes and he has to correct something. Then he has to correct and bring it to you and you find some more mistakes with it.”
“ Yes you can call that criticism,beta.”
“ But sometimes I wonder why you don’t tell him all his mistakes at one time. It will save him time coming to see you repeatedly.”
It was now her turn to become red-faced. ‘ This little brute had noticed THAT?’ She purposefully tried avoiding looking into hubby dearest’s eyes.
“Err…no, Raj is actually a little clumsy with his work, he makes new mistakes every time.”
“Mom….”
Before he could continue, and the peace of the earth could be shattered by the third world war, she interrupted.
“Beta, now that you have understood criticize, let’s move on to the next word, spell Croak.”

Friday, February 17, 2012

Liebster blog award...

Yippeeeeeeee... I got the Liebster Blog award from Sujana from http://dreamingindecember.blogspot.in/ A lovely valentine's gift for me!! Thanks Sujana...you've made my day!!





The rules to follow to accept the award:

 Link back to the person who gave you the award.
Pick 5 people deserving of the award and notify them on their blogs.
Post the award on your blog and spread the love.

 So here are my five...

1.   http://unbirthdayescapades.blogspot.in/ 
2.   http://sujathasathya.blogspot.in/
3. http://aartiharish.blogspot.com/
4. http://storyinpieces.com/
5. http://mindfiction.blogspot.in/


Cheers!!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's day.


Another Valentine’s day,I thought, when couples will spend fortunes to keep each other happy. It brought to memory one couple instantly. They are not even remotely related to this day, and I doubt they know of the existence of such a day. I remember them because they stand for what this day is supposed to signify. Unending and unconditional love for each other.

Twelve years ago, Nitika had been beautiful and young. Just about 35 years of age, bubbly, vivacious, energetic, full of life. They were watching the construction of their dream house. It was almost ready, except for the painting. She had gotten Akash to promise he wouldn’t paint it without her choice of colours. It was a long day in the sun, and she felt tired. Suddenly she had collapsed and the doctor later diagonosed it as stroke caused due to rheumatic heart disease. She was paralysed neck down; their life had come to a standstill.

I had heard about the incident but distances had kept me from meeting them. Now when I was in the same town, I decided to pay them a visit. Akash was gleaming with happiness when he saw me at the door.

“Nitu, we have a surprise visitor for you,” he announced.

For a moment I thought she must have recovered in these twelve years. But nothing prepared me for when I saw her. She was now 47, the prime of her youth snatched away from her.Her beautiful face was now wrinkled and sunken, the lush black mane now all grey, the full of life Nitika lying limp on the bed in an old night gown. I could have cried. But then, I caught the glint of happiness in her eyes and smiled back. She tried to speak but I couldn’t understand because of the slur in her voice. Mercifully, Akash translated it for me. I was awed by how he could understand anything at all. As if he had read my mind, he said, “Whatever a child may blabber, the mother always understands what it is trying to say isn’t it?”

I simply nodded my head in agreement. We chatted on and I learnt how Akash had been looking after her for the past twelve years, tending to her every need, giving up his high profile job and starting a daily needs shop close by and bringing up his sons who were 11 and 12 years of age at that time. The kids had grown up now and they took turns taking care of their mother. I couldn’t help but notice, that all this while, Akash had no regret on his face and Nitika had a slight smile on her lips. It was almost 1 o’clock, and Akask excused himself to feed Nitika .

“She tells me what she wants to eat and I prepare it for her,” he announced as he brought in a plate of chapatti and potato sabji , little rice and dal and fed it to her with utmost love and devotion and then lulled her to sleep. I couldn’t control my tears this time.

We chatted for some more time about what treatment was being given to her and how she was responding, when my eyes fell on the walls. Almost the entire house was still not painted. Akash saw me gaze at the empty walls and told me he was waiting for Nitika to get well and tell him what colours she wanted on the walls. They had moved into the house just as it was on the day she had been paralysed. I was visibly moved.

It was almost 4 o’clock and Nitika would be up any time now. Akash excused himself again. He wanted to make some tea for her and keep her book ‘Chimanraoanche Charhat’ , humorous short stories by Chi. Vi. Joshi , ready for reading it out to her. Not wanting to disturb them, I bid them goodbye, secretly praying and asking god to bless my Valentine couple.

read part 2 here..


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