Monday, April 08, 2013

Day 8 - H for "How?"

Had I had a heap-full hints,
Help they would in blogging stints!
Hopelessly hovering around for inspiration to strike -
Hate to break the flow, cause
Hardly a few days are put behind.
Hassle it seems to think and type,
Highlighting each beginning with a "H"
Hanging in there to make this pattern stretch,
Howling in pain to see this verbal wretch..
Hope is something after all, heart assures.
Hindrances happen to the best of us.
Hard it is, but I let H fall apart
Holding on to trust,that
Hidden are the ideas rest,
Humming  in the head's 'eureka' lanes
Here and there, playing peek a boo..
Happily emerging when "I" come(s) through!




Sunday, April 07, 2013

Day 7 - G for "Godsend"


Glided in perfect joy

Glorious moments in your company,

Gratify life!

Grab me by my waist -

Garnish my love affair, just,

Gently draw me into your caress.

Gloom evaporates, glee awaits

Gulping the elixir of your grace!

Glazed with the tint of your good looks

Gist of these fine moments,

Graze the senses, tickling solace.

Grasping my hand, lead me into your embrace!

Guide me through these daily cares.

Green grass, Gurgling rivers, 

Grand oceans, Giant Glaciers,

Gift from heavens, this nature's abyss,

Glistening in dew drops, gleaming in hills..

Gates of joy, opening up to my morose insides

Giggles of glee gush through your tides!

Gossamer of creation - 

Garland my every sense with your

Gracious presence.





Picture - Moraine Lake (Banff National park) Alberta, Canada.

Friday, April 05, 2013

Day 6 - F for Farce


Fighting to get you out,

Faint thoughts, reeling in my head, like a

Ferris wheel's generous spins.

Freeze for a moment, let me

Fathom the fragments of your form,

Flash again, your flecks -

For a longer second.

Fixed on the fringes of your

Full-length image, I can

Fuel my fragile facilities,

Freely graze on your fiery fabric,

Focus and forge, force and feign

Fairly fine lines -

Forming a facade to

Falsely flatter my failing skills,

Feeling fulfilled for a funny verse!

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Day 5 - E for "Elements"





Energy you are, fluid and fast

Engulfing a chunk of the universe!

Elixir of life - feeding fields,

Ensuring our tummies get their fill.

Erasing impurities with your cleansing touch

Epitome of nature - Aqua, 

Endow the universe with your essence.


Earth, the abundance of life,

Emerges and unites with you -

Erupting flora, embedding treasures,

Evoking many a verse with your inspiring expanse.

Eternal, enduring - impart your fortitude,

Enrich your many offspring! 


Enkindle the impurities,

Encompass the inner fears,

Emanate the ashes of impediments,

Engross the cosmos with your warm embrace,

Embers of exertion -consume the wick of enlightenment,

Enticing a clear conscience.



Endless expanse of space and air,

Elements up above,

Elevating the soul, filling the being,

Eternal, electrifying!

Entrain us on an Odyssey

Euphoria, wouldn't it be?!



(Pictures - Camp fire, Mendocino, CA - Circa 2007, Landscape - Coastal AP's village - Winter 2013, Ocean - Picture courtesy - Shail Mohan)




Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Day 4 - D for "Day"


Dawning upon the muddy path,

Darkness melts into sunshine.

Draped in warmth, world comes alive,

Doused with distant chirping sounds.

Drizzling light dabbed on streams,

Display scenes of deep delight!

Dancing across fields and ponds,

Day break comes dispelling the dusk.

Discover the dream you dreamt last night,

Dwelling in the divine design.

Debunk code of daily cares,

Drive away the demons of doubt,

Diffuse gloom, devour life!

Day at a time, it gently unfolds,

Day at a time, unwrap the present,

Day at a time - don't falter, don't fret!



(Picture clicked at day break on the banks of Godavari)

Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Day 3 - C for Couple



Cuddle up with me,

Comforting my damp, dark being

circled with your dainty spark!

Cloud I am - be my silver lining!

Console my grief, in your lovely light!



Can I count the ways I love you?

Cobwebs of your thoughts,

Capture my every breath..

Cares melt like snow into

Creeks of joy,

Crooning happy tunes, Just

Chime in with your company!



Come in, let my insides bloom

Coated in you colors of glee -

Co-star in my fairy tale -

Consider me, give me a try!

Charm me with your sizzling gaze!



Choking emotions coldly emerge,

Crevices of the heart let out a cry!

Coping with the void you left!

Call me into your comforting embrace,

Complete me like you only can.


Coupled with you, life comes to life

Concealing my every care -

Carefully wrapped, never to be back.

Clad in your constant dreams,

Carefree heart sprouts cheerful smiles

Content like a happy child!!





P S - (But to tell the truth, I was so tempted to call it C for Corny ;-)


Monday, April 01, 2013

Day 2 - Big Thank you! :-)


Bad days happened all along ,with

Bratty kiddo's barbaric ways!

Bald, the head was close to becoming,

Bleak was the time, slowly crawling.

Beckoning strength, I keep the ball in a roll.

Brimming with stress, tears I control,

Bumpy was the ride, life was upside.

Boy, I wished kids came with a 'user guide'.

Blind faith kicked in, I sincerely prayed

Baby, I hoped she blissfully played.

Banishing aside her intent to torture,

Binding me to play like a toddler!

But finally, the Almighty answers,

Blesses me with a boon of fun and laughter.

Baby sitter Barney comes to rescue

Baby Bop and  BJ follow cue.

Blue or purple, I really don't care

Bring the joy on my baby's face.

Bumping and jumping, singing some rhymes

Bellyful laughs resonate the times.

Beloved Barney, with the bright purple dress,

Banished the mommy's deep distress.

Brand me a bad-mom with zero parenting skills

Barney was the hero that took away my chills.

Brave, you all are - Buddies in need!

Bless the banter with your kindly read! :-D


(Sorry for the awkward chopping and artistic liberties - I truly intended to blog my long overdue gratitude to Barney while trying to make sense of the baloney!)







Sunday, March 31, 2013

Day 1 - A for Attempt!





All confused, Fingers alight on the key board,
Asking answerless questions to myself!
A word here,an idea there ,
Airily moving through an array of inspirations.
'Almighty it is' , I almost confirm,
And second thoughts arise like sprouts in the air!
'A's aspire to get my attention -
Ambition, audience and even apes,
Anger, airplanes, amour and angst
Atoms, anecdotes, automobiles, and art!
Alchemy, angels and angles as well.
Amid these alluring 'a' list choices,
Agony arrives, irking, alarming,
At not being able to achieve the aim.
Am I going to lose it before
Articulation graces the amiss brains?
Along, I play aligning a after a
Appearing for attendance,
Aching for approval.
August audience, I bow to all..
Allow me to get away with an awry awfulness.
Astray, adrift, but at least complete.
Alright...may be at last complete??

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Ponder

My recent trip to India made me daughter rediscover her prowess in our mother tongue. As a child, she spoke Telugu with the aplomb of an old school scholar. I say that, because I notice that no one really speaks the language the way it has to be spoken anyway. I flip through the regional channels to catch something  native, to hear the familiar and comforting sound of a conversation in my mother tongue....What do I hear? A horror of first degree! - every program out there has hosts speaking in English, giving out opinions in English and laughing and gesticulating in English - well, I could say that they did those things in English as well. I made a mental pause to ponder over what has come over our language sensibilities and I did realize that most of us Indians take pride in knowing English more than we do in speaking our native tongue. We attribute a person's intellect and worth to the kind of English he/she speaks. Speaking pristine English makes us feel 'arrived' in a very gratifying and complete sense. I frequent to a neighborhood Subway franchise to pick sandwiches on the 'off' days and often times run into this middle aged Punjabi woman that refuses to answer my Hindi in any which language except a heavily accented and broken English that sounds more like Punjabi than anything else. I stick to speaking in Hindi as strongly as she does to her English.

Anway my little girl that rediscovered her mother tongue, started speaking Telugu in an American doused accent, often times mispronouncing words to alter their complete meanings and shunning all rules of grammar, including tense and gender, somewhat like this middle aged Punjabi woman. All and sundry 'ooh' and 'aah' over her funny Telugu - some family members take pride in announcing the lack of Telugu skills since she is born an American citizen. I make my 'trying to sound funny' comment  saying she should seek her career in dubbing for the imported Telugu heroines since the dubbing seems to defy all rules of language and grammar anyway - So there would be this pale north Indian 'pretty young thing' dressed in a half saree and intricately woven silk skirt, her lush hair braided and adorned with a basket of flowers - all to depict the nativity of being this 'sola ana' south Indian belle - and then she opens her mouth to speak verbal indignities in broken, bruised Telugu - and what surprises me to no end is that a native dubbing artist is hired to cover the flawed or non existing language knowledge, but then, the very artist speaks, defying grammar and punctuating every Telugu word with a handful of English ones - kind of like how my daughter started speaking the language. She says 'Yevaru Chestunnavu?" ("Who are you doing?") for "Yemi chestunnavu" ("What are you doing?") and we all used to break into a mass peal of laughter.

I did, in the course of migrating and 'growing up' in a foreign land, discover many specimens who, inspite of being born and raised in Andhra Pradesh, often announced in great pride that they don't know "Taalugu" that well :-D The Godmother of all such ladies was this woman I met in my daughter's class very recently. The lady had this perpetual smile plastered to her face, with two adorable girls in tow. One day while we waited in the corridor while our girls were in their activity, I asked her for her name and remarked about her Parsi last name being the same one as my friend's. She went about telling how her husband is a Parsi from Mumbai etc....And then, in the course of the conversation, I ask her where she is from. She pauses, hesitates, clears her throat and announces the name of a Coastal city in AP - I go - are you 'Telugu' then? with a brightness on my face that I could clearly feel and said it in Telugu- and what followed was jaw dropping. The lady admitted that her mother tongue was Telugu but quickly added that she does not remember a trace of it (despite staying in that very city for 24 years) and speaks only "English" and 'Parsi" to her children due to that glorifying lack....I look at her blankly, and ask what makes her forget her mother tongue and she goes - "It's been so long since I moved to the US - I forgot Telugu" - my half smile probably gave out my sarcasm while I said "Fair enough" - and then she confesses that she speaks to her family in Telugu and her aunts and uncles are often astound to see her still remember her language, notwithstanding her move to a foreign land and her marriage to a Parsi man :-)) - and somehow after that, that lady's perpetual bright smile, was always tinted with a stain of guilt every time she saw me - or so I thought :-D I hear about the cultural differences another Telugu woman talks about - since she is married to a Kannada guy. In my mind's little witty corner, I go - "Is he Kannada or from Canada?" - cause for all I know, marrying from my neighboring state is like marrying in a cousin's family since the language, food habits, culture and traditions are so very similar.

Long time ago, while on Orkut, I saw one of my friends add a page to her profile which said "We HATE people with bad grammar" - I go in there to kill time and there was all this ridicule of people speaking in lousy English and how that hurts the sensibilities of these "elite" English speaking group. I go on this ponder again - "Why does one have to "Hate" someone with bad English?". Aren't we as a nation, rich enough in our treasure of languages and dialects to express ourselves adequately? And why doesn't anyone really "HATE" people who cannot speak their own mother tongues properly, be it for the lack of knowledge or just to make themselves feel like they have an edge over others  because they cannot speak their own language!? - Why do we embrace the very western Katrina Kaif with her horrific Hindi as our own while we put down our own Kangana Ranauts for not having a good grip on English language? We endlessly comment about her lack of English skills and how she could use some "lessons" in the language. I neither have a problem with Ms.kaif nor with Ms.Ranaut for their language skills or lack thereof since they don't aspire to charm me with their literary prowess anyway. That being said - I do not have a problem with anyone who claims to 'not know' their language as a qualification of sorts either. It is one's own prerogative to like or loathe a certain tongue - but I do have a problem with the bias we have toward treating a person with lack of English knowledge as someone below us. That is probably why that Punjabi woman is bent upon convincing me that she can speak lovely English. One might question why I blog in English while I support 'not knowing it well enough' and oppose the opposition people get for being bad at this foreign tongue. The fact is that I love English as much as I love my mother tongue, it is a language - along with my mother tongue  - that opened me up to a whole universe of thought, emotion and depth. I love expanding my vocabulary and polishing my grammar skills - but I don't make it a point to hate, correct, or put down everyone out there with a badder English than mine nor do I undermine their worth because they cannot speak it in a grammatically correct format. I think the best of us make mistakes in the languages that are our biggest strengths - it is a part and parcel of our expression to speak and type errors. If a wrongly spoken Telugu sentence could be utterly cute for a whole generation to ape - we should at least let people get away with a few English mistakes here and there in their day to day lives. May be that way, we'll have less of the language floating around in regional channels, and less of the leading ladies trying to sound cute with a distorted native tongue.

Monday, March 11, 2013

This and that.

The last few visits to my FB page left me oscillating between feeling irked and flattered. I discovered one of my pictures, the one I clicked of the river and bridge in my home town, doing rounds on a community web page dedicated to the river. The first time I saw it, I was very tempted to leave a comment, claiming the ownership of the photograph. But the fact was that it was not watermarked, copyrighted or protected otherwise and it was put up on my cover page. I was reminded of the many occasions I do a google image search to lift the picture I want to adorn my FB cover. In the age of internet, copyright doesn't really make any sense. To delve deeper, I was kind of  remotely aware, for the first time, of the plight movie makers go through when their works are pirated and put to rounds on the world wide web..I recollected the one occasion where I watched this pristine version of "Jodhaa Akbar" the next day after its release. I remember my kid brother express his astonishment over the fact that we caught a visibly expensive movie for free while it was fresh out of the oven. Food for thought it is, since this is virtual stealing nonetheless. If pirating is bad, plagiarism is much worse. Back on track, it would be a good practice to source our quotes and pics on social networks etc..just so we give the credit where it belongs rather than slyly leaving it to the imagination of the viewer, thus holding an advantage of making them assume it as our original work. I consciously do it, where ever and when ever I know my source or acknowledge them as 'source unknown' when that's the case.

And then you encounter a variety of inspiration, which is borderline copying...many months ago, a young man made into my friend's list on FB...I said made into, because he came there miraculously. I saw a couple of mutual friends but till date, it remains a mystery as to how he made it to my list. One day, out of curiosity, I clicked on his profile to discover that his description about himself was eerily similar to mine, though I should credit him for not copying it as it is. This could be another version of inspiration I thought and promptly deleted him from the list and moved on with my life. But the godmother of all inspirations came in when I recently got a friend request from a lady whose profile looked like I could know her, though I wasn't able to place her in an instant. I clicked on her page to see my description of myself, copied as it is. What really baffled me is the fact that this woman copies from me and then sends me a friend request :-D The way I felt following that is a little hard to describe. I had, over the years of growing up and learning, imitated a lot of people that influenced me. Even to this day, I use certain expressions that my teachers used in my grade school and every time I use them, I recollect the instance when they were originally used. I get many inspirations out of others works and often find myself trying to sound like a certain person I look up to and admire - but do I ever lift something the way it is and use it as my own? No, I don't. I felt sorry for that woman. When one describes oneself, I think one has to be honest, not clever or impressive. While I am totally in favor of getting inspired, I think I am also for being myself, and reflecting what I truly am with everything I do and say. I declined the request and moved on with the joys of the world wide web. Between inspiration, imitation and plagiarism  there is a fine line that needs to be defined loud and clear. While I cannot really claim to be a through and through original, I do have the lines defined the way they are supposed to be.  I think, more than anything else, we have a responsibility to be true to ourselves, be it mediocre, good or really awful.

“Always be a first rate version of yourself and not a second rate version of someone else.” 
― Judy Garland

Sunday, March 10, 2013

The not so "mental" note.

Weird thing it is, inspiration, hitting you at the most godforsaken times - when in queue to clear customs at the final destination of your journey, when on the car crossing the sea of traffic, punctuating endlessly at every signal post and when the sleep butterfly finally settles down on the tired eyelids, after what seems to be an eternity of waiting. Then it hits you, like a ship wreck, or may me  an earthquake - and this whole creation accelerates the brain cells - but only if the mind had a savable memory - put in your imaginary floppy disk - (oops, that is the techno moron speaking) or may be the more current USB drive and save it all to be retrieved later - only if that could be the case :-) So the lesser photographically endowed memories grapple hard upon the opportune moment, trying to place the hazy image with the actual inspiration and its intensity. So, no amount of mental noting actually works, unless you have something handy and practical to record all the thoughts that travel the busy crossroads of your mind. The mental notes, become questionable of their sanity, punning them to a point of no return and the blog waits a few eons, to feel the punch of the keys, and print of the ideas. And the only way to keep from waiting for so long - is to make the not so mental notes, such as this one.

Here's the sprout of a new hope, that the notes occur in abundance, to grab, grasp and grind all inspirations to black and white in an attempt to support the self proclamation of being a writer.

It feels good to be back, feeling the rhythmic sound of the key board, ever so slightly pausing and going on, taking along with it, the weird thing. Inspiration, that is! :-)