Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Baa dum dum tiss
Blip blip bloop
Of all the things I miss
Today,I miss you most
Dear poop 

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

"There’s a lot of consuming and devouring and eating in Maurice’s books. And I think that when people play with kids, there’s a lot of fake ferocity and threats of, you know, devouring — because love is so enormous, the only thing you can think of doing is swallowing the person that you love entirely."

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Never knew what Light was, Its meaning, I couldn't find. A plain simple color That guides my being, And people call me ‘Blind’ I wonder why they Look down upon ‘Black’, Why is it always maligned? A plain simple color That guides my being, And people call me ‘Blind’ Black embraces all with open arms, Nobody’s a winner and No one’s behind, A plain simple color That guides my being, And people call me ‘Blind’ What is there to see in the World of Colors? Where the spectrum of Thoughts, Remain un-aligned, A plain simple color That guides my being, And people call me ‘Blind’ ‘Darkness’ is what, you believe it to be, It resides in the nooks of your mind, A plain simple color That guides my being, And then You call me ‘Blind!'

My friend Sreejoni wrote this. She performed it along with her small speech on India's obsession with skin colour. She's one of the most wonderful people I have met in college and she has a voice to match her disposition.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Daadi Maa

All her fingers are a little twisted now. She might have gotten too involved as she kneaded the dough every morning to feed her seven children and now dead husband for so many years. Today when she holds an expensive glass in her hand , it looks a little out of place.
   Her hair has been the same ever same ever since I remember her-salt and pepper, diligently oiled after every shampoo and neatly coiled in a bun. The parting in the middle makes her already big nose look comical. From where she is sitting the sun makes her heavy gold hoop earrings glimmer, the weight of which has stretched the holes in her lobes to make them look like mouths open in horror.
  But she looks at me and smiles-a big yellow gap toothed smile. Daadi Maa is telling me one of her stories of childhood. I haven't heard this one before. In her excitement she spills a bit of her drink and promptly dabs her mustard colored handkerchief on her mustard colored salwar. She always matches the two.
"I turned around quickly, took my quiet desperation by surprise, and hugged it for a long time. It whimpers less now."

Sunday, January 5, 2014

-Stay the same.
-Everything changes.

Lazy Boy

As I walked along the promenade, I crossed a small park
My eye caught a little child
Looking like a single cherry on a cream pie.
While other children ran around and fought over the best swing,
This suckling cuddled up in his mother's arms
And snored sweetly. Exhausted
Just by waiting for his turn that won't come.