Distracted..

mirrorsDistractions abound in the world today

I am guilty of poor concentration, what can I say?

Gone are the days when I could stay absorbed

In the pages of a book, in the words engrossed

Now I have my cell-phone by my side

I get agitated if it goes out of my sight

The need to stay connected constantly is immense

Can’t miss a text or e-mail under false pretense

When I go for a walk in the woods to clear my mind

I find myself unable to completely unwind

I am checking my pedometer, if nothing else

Completing ten thousand steps on my mind dwells. 

At every break, my cell-phone dominates again

As I check e-mail or surf the net, out of habit plain

Trying to read a medical journal like a joke appears

I google so much that the paper’s essence disappears

What can you do, when multiple links online you see

Each one is clickable, you can read them for free…

Now you see how in my warped existence

Technology intervenes in every word and sentence!

Peril of monotony

flowersAs the tedium of an insipid existence

Threatened to wear me down one day

I realized my self-imposed insistence

On a rigid routine could bring trouble my way

Of monotony, I’d read, one should beware

The mother of all deadly sins it can be

I see how it can catch someone unaware,

Presenting a distorted perception of reality

It could propel one into danger’s widespread arms

Spur forbidden, amorous thoughts of infidelity

One may be led to crime, lured by imaginary charms

Breaking monotony can test one’s integrity..

Therefore should you stuck in a rut feel

Face the monotony as soon as you can

Procrastinate, and the forbidden fruit will gain more appeal

And definitely derange your best-laid plan.

Spiced up

spices indianAll the perfumes of Arabia

Will never even come close

To the fragrance of Indian spices

Packed in a pinch-like dose..

Memories are wrapped in spices

Each spice has a unique association

Emotions each spice evokes in me

Causing from my present a dissociation,

Transporting me to a mystical land

Where food is an expression of culture

Preparation of food an art in itself

And love is expressed as flavor..

The pungence of asafoetida feels like

The stabbing pain of a missed chance

The flirty sweetness of cinnamon reminds me

Of the blush of a budding romance

Red hot chili brings aggression to mind

Pepper is reminiscent of burning anger

Cardamom spells the warmth of love

Calmness is portrayed by coriander.

Mint reminds me of a cool breeze

Cumin, the comfort of something familiar

Fenugreek, the bitterness of conflict

Juicy gossip is like dried mango powder.

Saffron depicts royalty and splendor

Sesame seeds are foreign, exotic

By now I wonder if everyone thinks

This description of spices is Quixotic…

Believe it or not, our sense of olfaction

Tends to form associations strong

These are the ones my brain has formed

While for the fragrance of spices I long!

The prejudiced

ideal womanThey had, on everything an opinion, 

A book of standards against which to measure

No deviation from rules could they envision

This strict adherence was something they did treasure

From the way one should look and dress

Down to the shade of skin that was acceptable

Only the right mannerisms could impress

Them, after all they were so respectable..

Needless to say, accepting an outsider

Was not something they could easily do

The newcomer first had to pass muster

With them, and their impeccable standards too.

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Now a daughter-in-law for such a household

Has to be a daydream from heavens sent

She should be strong and malleable (God bless her soul!)

With infinite capacity to be molded and bent..

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So they searched everywhere, high and low

“Too fair”, “too dark”, “too garrulous”, “too shy”

“Too smart”, “too gauche”, “too highbrow”

They had their notions, don’t think they didn’t try..

**

One fine day, then, the young-blooded man

Fell prey to Cupid’s mischievous dart

Then, forgetting the “rules” of the clan

He married a woman quite different but smart.

**

Of course she was opposite in every way

Defied every norm they had perpetuated

Mocked at their prejudices every single day

While she pretended that she was motivated

To mold herself in the image they desired

But gradually she made them change their minds

So skilfully she did it that they just got tired

Of trying to remember their prejudices blind

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So they accepted her in their hearts and their lives

And proudly announced what a gem they had found

Who fit like a glove in their home just like other wives

Their pride swelled up more, they threw more weight around.

**

When you ask her how she accomplished this feat

With a sly smile, she will be happy to explain

That prejudices are opinions without any feet

Turning them around involves not much pain

You need no evidence to prove your case

Just a skilful rearrangement of words in a way

That they are convinced their rules are in place

Let them believe that they still hold sway!

P.S. This would be the image of the “Bhartiya Nari” they have in mind…

The illusion of tomorrow

Definition of “tomorrow”-

A mystical land where 99% of all human productivity, motivation and achievement is stored. 

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DSCN0099So I can do this tomorrow-

I told myself as I went to bed

I have tasks from today lined up in a row

I will complete them tomorrow instead..

Whispered my inner voice, ever polite

Do you know tomorrow is a place mythical?

As you go near, it goes out of sight

I heard the taunt in this voice cynical.

The future is an illusion, a concept abstract

Until it morphs into today

Then it becomes real, an immutable fact

So why save your life for future, say?

We humans who tend to get overwhelmed

Shift our burden to a future time slot

“Tomorrow” is seductive, and we can pretend

That is the day we’ll accomplish a lot

Today I am exhausted and demoralized

Tomorrow I shall into a new leaf turn

In a fever of activity I’ll be galvanized

Brimming with energy I shall return..

**

Now I am living the “tomorrow” of the day gone

Today is again dreary and bleak

Again things are leaning towards going wrong

Again the blessings of tomorrow I seek..

**

All of us try to procrastinate

‘Tis easy to blame what has not been seen

Tomorrow I’ll be productive, today I can waste

Tomorrow carries promises unseen..

**

Promises that will never, ever see

The light of tomorrow, or any other day

The lazy grasshopper will not be a bee

Tomorrow he will still continue to play.

**

Live for tomorrow, live in a dream

So I realized from my voice inner

Working today, it actually does seem

Distinguishes from the crowd a winner!

Homecoming

“I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.”

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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Throughout the maelstrom of adolescence

I could not wait to break free and explore

The world beyond home, in all its resplendence

Shone in my star-struck eyes that longed for more

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Towards adulthood I marched with eager anticipation

Free to journey, and find magic on my own

Broke free from the reins in a surge of exhilaration

Set out for exotic, foreign lands all alone

**

Bewitched was I by novel experiences galore

Brash and audacious, each moment I savored

Each adventure made me long for some more

Home was forgotten, this was the life I favored.

**

Joie-de-vivre I thus captured in my travel

Never stayed long, never formed any ties

Did not get attached to soil, sand or gravel

Did not lose my heart, I thought I was wise

**

Shared many moments with strangers complete

Told countless stories to folks mesmerized

There was no emotion for me that could compete

With the lure of travel in the whole world wide.

**

The slowly shifting sands of time, meanwhile

Were exacting on my body and mind, their toll

No longer as young, courageous or virile

I was forced to attend to the stirrings of my soul

**

With no one around to call my own

My rootlessness suddenly became pronounced

As I realized this, an inadvertent groan

Escaped my lips and off my heart bounced..

**

A sharp pain lodged itself in my chest

Like a spear had pierced me through and through

I realized I had wasted the years that were best

Without forging ties, and now it was true

That I was alone, for love I now longed

Nostalgia for home suddenly engulfed me

I decided to journey back to where I belonged

The old dusty town that existed by the sea.

**

My hometown had changed for the better

In all the decades I had been away

A stranger again, but it did not matter

It was still my home, what else could I say?

**

I knelt by the sea, and picked up the sand

Touched it to my forehead, inhaled the smell

Tears filled my eyes as it flowed through my hand

I was finally home, and all was well!

The Introvert

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Maybe I am quirky, please let me be

Crowds tend to scare me, please hear my plea

The island of misfit toys may be where I belong

Happily I’ll go there, if you think I am wrong

To stay by myself, wrapped in my cocoon-

Don’t worry about me, solitude is a boon

Within the profound depths of my mind,

When the clamor of crowds I have left behind

I find the elixir, the spring that sustains

My creative expression, that soothes all my pains

I like to think, daydream, and wonder

On life and its vagaries, I like to ponder

When you talk to me, the snapshot you see

Is the tip of the iceberg that is yours truly

But let me absolve you of your misconception

I don’t hate people, I just have no predilection

To make small talk, laugh or garrulous be

Admirable are those qualities, but that’s just not me…

I am neither lonely, nor depressed, when alone

The best form of company for me is my own..

Comfortable in solitude, I would much rather be

True to myself, than be miserable pretending to be

Gregarious, when all I think of in a party

Is how soon I can leave, and enjoy being solitary!

CEE’S WHICH WAY CHALLENGE 2015 WEEK #32

1112manayunkRailroad along canal, Manayunk, Philadelphia

1111manayunkAnother view of the same

TRAVEL THEME: GREY

Think I am dreary

Perhaps you should think again

My shades will leave you weary

Though I’m modest and plain

I am the color of a mountain

Storm clouds that bear rain

I’m the color of a pachyderm

The color of rocks firm

I am a sculptor’s delight

I’m neither black nor white

When molded into a statue

My worth shines through

Here are my versions few

For your eyes to view-

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Mount Rushmore, South Dakota

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Mud-filled geysers (Fountain paint-pots) at Yellowstone National Park

DSC05108Grey skies and misty Niagara Falls

DSC04992Grey sunset in San Diego, CA

DSCN0143The Grey Statue, Meghalaya, India

lake jennyGrey mountains and Lake Jenny-Grand Teton National Park

akshardhamSilver grey ceiling of the Akshardham Temple, NJ

Wedding album

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Excited, full of nervous anticipation

When I circled around the sacred fire

With you, following our ancient tradition

My eyes brimming with hope and desire

Having avowed to seven, not just one

Lives to be spent bound by matrimony

Each moment to be lived together in unison

Serious commitment was cloaked in ceremony

And so we began, with dreams in our eyes

Drowned in the freshness of being with each other

Drunk in love’s wine, each of us did surmise

That this would be how we would journey together..

*

Little had we anticipated the vicissitude

That crept into our relationship stealthily

With time, slowly morphed our attitude

From love to contempt imperceptibly.

*

The reasons were never quite clear

How irritation turned into frank resentment

We got ensconced in separate spheres

We never had any presentiment..

*

And so we lived from day to day

Together, but going our separate way

Even though the path was dark

Patiently I waited for the spark

That hope would one day ignite

Turned out on this count I was right-

One day as the attic we cleared

We stumbled upon a dust-smeared

Forgotten photo-album of our wedding

We could not help drop everything

And stare at the images, be reminded

Of love and hope that had us blinded

All the vows that we had exchanged

Came back, in a new light explained

Love that had wilted got a fresh lease

Passion we unlocked with a new set of keys…

*

The album now occupies a venerable place

As it was what brought us face to face

With the reality of our married life

And magically resolved a painful strife.

P.S. The image above represents a wedding “mandap”.

The aftermath of atomic bombing

atomic-bombing-hiroshima-nagasaki-69-years“Twas a day seventy years ago

Mankind suffered a deadly blow

When driven by the war’s fervor

In order to make the enemy surrender

Science was twisted to serve human greed

Of domination, to satisfy the victor’s need

Bearing the innocuous name “Little Boy”

An atomic bomb was dropped, killing all joy

In the city of Hiroshima, with an explosion loud

Left imprints for posterity, the mushroom cloud

Because greed does not limits seem to know

Three days later, was delivered another blow-

The “Fat Man” charred Nagasaki in an instant

Stunned, the world watched in sombre amazement

Since then, the destructive potential of nuclear power

Has made the mighty tremble, made nations cower

Millions destroyed slowly with DNA mutations

Cancers, birth defects,  life of frustration…

The enemy surrendered just as expected

The entire world though, did not stay unaffected

Spawned an era of mistrust, of constant fear

Decades of  hostility among nations started from here.

The cold war it spawned for millions to remember

The “Arms Race” began, no one stopped to consider

The consequences, the responsibility to mankind

Each country was driven by fear that made them blind

**

The world has now seen unparalleled destruction

Never again should this happen from unbridled ambition…

Hiroshima and Nagasaki have left in their tragedy

For all of mankind, an immortal legacy.

Image source:http://www.nydailynews.com/news/atomic-bombing-hiroshima-nagasaki-69-years-gallery-1.1892958

The reluctant workaholic

While I love my work, I would love to read something and write on this blog every day, which is a challenge when work appears never-ending!

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Where did the day go, I lament

No leisure time, no entertainment

Work like an all-consuming fire

Has clouded over every desire

To relax and unwind, drift and dream

Work is a time sink, so it may seem

After I clock in twelve hours or more

I leave for home, with more work in store

The avalanche of e-mails I have to now tackle

Every deadline now has the feel of a shackle

One by one, each issue raises its tiny head

When all I crave for is the warmth of my bed

There’s so much to do, and never enough time

Relaxation I view as a concept sublime

I keep hoping the next day is better 

But work appears to be a constant stream 

Lopsided is the work-life balance beam

Even as I try to divert myself

(By writing this petulant verse, what else?)

Texts arrive again from the workplace

I cannot be alone in my space!!!