Sunday, August 18, 2013

Oasis in my desert

I sit in my office and day dream
                   Leave alone the piling work
I wake up to feel you by my side
                   Leave alone the house hold

Crazy in your thoughts, fond memories
                  Picking up the phone to dial and hear your crazy voice
Letting you crawl all over me
                  Those intense hugs/kisses and softness

In my crazy schedule of work
               Machine like routine
Those insane computers
               And the ever long meetings!

What so ever be my state of mind
What so ever things blow up behind
What so ever nuisances come my way
What so ever stinkers hit my way

I rush back home to compensate the hours I missed with you
Those little bruises I didn't attend
Those mild moments when you felt to feel me and I was not around
Those tender feelings that you swallowed in Ayamma's hands
Those small tears that your eyes gathered missing me..

My loving daughter, in those moments I am also burning in a far away place.
Counting hours to come back to you and feel the OASIS OF MY LIFE.






 

Saturday, August 17, 2013

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Curd Rice the yardstick of Love!!

Well this is not really about making Curd Rice. Pay closer attention

Scene 1:1999
Mother to Son: Dei Rahul.....Take lunch for school da..

Rahul: Maaa...I will eat our with friends. I cannot eat that silly curd rice every day.

MOM: Dei..........good for health da...Don't eat our parata and waste your health

Sister:
Amma, give that lunch for me maaa...I like to eat that (Thinking paaavam amma, before going to office she makes so much and anna denies to take to school)

Scene 2:2003
 
Sister In Law: Rahul Anna, I made biryani Paneer butter Masala and XYZ. please taste anna...
 
Rahul: Wow Amazing Sister...You have learnt a lot and cooking better than amma...Very tasty.
 
 

Scene 3:2004

Wife: I am late for office, packed your bag. Packed cud rice and sabji. Please don't forget to eat amidst meeting

2005: curd rice
2007: curd rice
2009: curd rice

Scene 4: 2010:
Sister In Law To Mother In law: Listen, last 8 years poor brother gets nothing but curd rice....We have to tell your Daughter In Law to prepare something tasty for him. My poor anna earns so much and all he gets is curd rice for lunch

Mother In Law and Sister In Law to Rahul:

Dei, how do you eat that curd rice every day. Why cant you ask your wife to make something tasty and different.

Rahul: Amma and akka, she gives me curd rice because I Like it, not because She cant cook something else.

If you have time you make something for her differently one day maaa...she likes to have diff stuff to eat.


WELL! Over years the curd rice has remained the same except how it has been perceived by many different people....What touched me in the whole incident it Rahul's response to the whole drama,

None of the actors are at mistake, a curd rice averting young Rahul OR his affectionate sister OR the loving mother. Neither the wife who can only accommodate that in the daily busy routine.

What makes Rahul our Hero is his acceptance and appreciation to what has been given to him or Rab Ne bana di for him...

CURD RICE....could be the answer to "pursuit of happiness" if eaten (err: Taken) in the way it should be !!!

Our past generation leaves behind a heroic trait of acceptance and adoration that is diminishing in this generation genes....Time to activate it and adore what we have all been blessed with...Remember Curd Rice can still be eaten with a silver spoon a Golden Brown Pizza that cant be!

Spice up the Curd Rice with your special garnishing and flavor of life!

Curd rice = Life/Job/Car/spouse/figure/self/beauty and anything that fits in your frame of reference!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist....Falling in Love again with Keats!

Heard melodies and sweet and those unheard are sweeter...and to listen to the unsung between the song is sweetest...

Keats has a way with words more intense and irresistible power than many authors...For the art of writing a love letter I wish he loved many more and wrote many more letters...

My teens was filled with his words in my diaries and after 10 years of Functional specs and technical specs I live through Keat's words dissolving in the sweetness of what he wrote and what I filled in my memories...

Keats....Beyond ages I can fall for your words again and again and again! EVERYONE SHOULD I insist...


John Keats quotes (refreshing today after years!)
 
“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter”  
 
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

“Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.”  

“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.”  
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”  
“Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.”  
Touch has a memory.”  
“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.”  
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”  
“The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.”  
“Life is but a day:
A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way
From a tree's summit”  
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,'--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

- Ode to a Grecian Urn”  
“I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.”  
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”  
“I want a brighter word than bright”  
 
Falling in Love again with John Keats....We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.”
 
Author here: I am along with John Keats! :)