tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880289595114444722024-02-02T15:13:39.136-08:00Blowing a Raspberry.Red and Black. Blurred and Sharp. In and out of focus.Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-77661894966599561712012-05-27T01:18:00.000-07:002012-05-27T01:18:03.940-07:00Hysteria.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She's an eccentric lover.<br />
Laughing her way through salty rain drops making way from her eyes to her numb, cold, wanting lips.<br />
Claustrophobic in an empty, barely furnished abode, nursing a fleeting slideshow of despair and guileless, pubescent love. Bursting out like victims of steadfastness from the jailed lock-horns of farce. Deep, senile love doing its frolic, in a smiling head, gleefully clapping her way through a room of dancing others. Diving aimlessly, head first, into a crevice knowing no bounds. And being upstaged by scorn.<br />
Justlikethat.<br />
An illusionary sorry figure transcends from hitherto a parallel gratifying scheme of events. Where love is nothing but a stream of bodies chalked out by the peripherals of their touch. Where love is happiness and grief alike surmounted onto an impenetrable wall of heroin addiction. And heroin being nothing but that, that beats in the blood of a fool, he being that. And two worlds create themselves, with a psychotic ease that nothing but addiction demanded.<br />
While in one, every cry was met with an ignorant sigh, two naked bodies danced their way through a streaming flow of void, settling down, arms entwined, in the invisibility of the world set apart from the rest.<br />
As she carelessly muttered helpless cries of a world that belonged to her head, he silently noted how big his thumb really was.<br />
TchTch.<br />
And her thought flow went on to have street bumps. That made little thought vehicles go plop! in the air. And the little yellow-knickered man cried for help. And he noticed how enormously black the sky inside really was. That there are no stars or moon in the head did not help him either.<br />
And whilst his trivialization slowly killed the all-consuming despair, the yellow-knickered man jumped in awe at how close the sky really seemed to be coming in and how small the world inside really seemed to feel. <br />
""If we could just escape into an all-seemingly delusional corner with our drapes enshrouding us from obscure views, it would be nice. I'd make love to you like there's no tomorrow, gasp with a feeling of self-worth and die in your arms, unable to put up with the ecstasy. And maybe, just perhaps, your sauntering kisses will spring me to life."<br />
Do you like what I say?<br />
No, you don't, you answer."<br />
TchTch.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">We've all been subjected to grandma tales.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">But what left Kiu a little perplexed is if any of them ever came true.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Kiu would walk, into the lonely terrains and mythical thoughts, into those imaginative ideas and floating shadows, often questioning her whereabouts whether she should lay down her instincts onto those tales of yore.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">But, what she searches for is not what you and I may understand.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>She dreams,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>of the strange mix of love and touch,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>of life and death.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And then he happened, and the questions were put to rest, albeit for a short while. He's the soul-breaker to her, that she never could be.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Together, they decoded their own red-coloured language. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Together, they loved. Together they were wounded.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>So, grandma, would a prince come to me in a gold chariot.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">No, she smiled, they came with their own troubles, and their own whims. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">They came walking down, oblivious to people around</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">They smiled, and rejected the unnecessary drama, they came with their own subtlety. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">They were princes, no less. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">P. S. Image courtesy, me. Yes. </span></div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-9944557331518594742011-09-01T01:19:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:10:51.950-07:00Dreadful despair.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Attracted to morbid dreams,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">of love and separation following thus. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When suddenly afflicted with picturesque moments,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">of hearts and smiles,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I paused,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">momentarily confused.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And stayed, put.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Aft a while, I began,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">the search for despondent happiness,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">that lay in lights,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and in self-benevolence.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And as I passed by your abode,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">that lay, perhaps a thousand miles from mine,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I felt a strange complacence, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and sat there,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">put.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Waiting in solitude,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">but in contentment,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">at the aberrant happiness that lay ahead. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The lights now chose to appear,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">out of the blue.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-19411970602761451562011-08-23T03:31:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:11:39.699-07:00How she settles, oh how beautifully, she does.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As she silently settled onto her seat, her eyes vividly began dancing and established themselves on the page that her fingers tried to trace.<br />
She began reading.<br />
You and I might be forced to think that she was oblivious to the silence around her, but we might think, or we may think, or it may not be so.<br />
Her loneliness in the dead of the night surprised her, and made her weirdly content.<br />
And suddenly, almost notoriously, the water droplets began to spur her. They came, almost abruptly, like perhaps, by accident. She panicked, and her arms closed around her book.<br />
What followed was an awkward moment, wherein she couldn't decide if closing the window was a better option to moving.<br />
And then, as abruptly as before, she calmed down and smiled.<br />
She sat where she did, did not rush to close the window, and let the rain drops replenish her troubled frowns and soothe them.<br />
She marveled at the peace that's infused in the most unexpected moments.</div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-25313619654703351922011-08-14T01:10:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:12:01.049-07:00"When the dream is gone"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It is not often that one's thoughts serenade into those mystical spaces, that otherwise exist, but for us, just in the mind.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">But her's did, always.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">She called it, yearning for a life, altogether different.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I called it being untamed.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">She was definitely not one of us. </span></div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-78194392091298069812011-08-07T01:08:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:13:04.809-07:00The lights of ecstasy.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We're not dissecting age-old norms here.<br />
Nor will we talk about how it was wrong for her to have gone out that night. How it wasn't appropriate for her to step out of her periphery of custody.<br />
But the want for freedom sometimes, beguiles the most careful of them, eyes.<br />
And I have, always, silently appreciated her wavering attitude to stability. I somewhere, saw my unwavering soul in it. The one that has always dreamed of quenching her faltering thirst, but has never been able to take the first few baby steps. I was in awe of her. But that was a feeling that I solely kept inside of me, and thus, forever, sealed my lips.<br />
Well, so coming back to the spunk of it all, she silently averted our attention that night, and made way, to the acropolis where royalty waited for her with baited and nervous breath.<br />
I have never been able to duly comprehend the love that existed between them, but then, she once silently whispered to me that love was not to be understood, either way.<br />
And as she made way to his ready-to-embrace arms, she saw the lights that had forbidden her all along. The lights of pure ecstasy.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">We've all been part of the same sweet game. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Often, if not, always, when abundance of emotions prevail, and situations run high and dry,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">like the demystifying eyes, that flutter across your troubled brows,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">that are often shriveled, like the ripples that we made in the lake, in the days of yore.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When often, life was defined by the shoe-clad wriggly feet,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">that were often pointed to the stars in the wavering nights of child-dom.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Oh, how often, if not always, my thoughts go back to the same incoherent folk-tales.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When the Maharajah extended his strong hands to the erstwhile princess, and how we blushed,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You and I looked into each other's eyes, and we realized that love is not what is spoken about, only. Love can exist, sporadically, insignificantly. And having made our compelling discovery, receded into the the same child-dom of blooming happiness.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When you and I were a little different. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A bit more silent, a bit less coherent, slightly more eloquent.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Summers are not what they used to be.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When a pony-tailed girl with a punch serenaded in shorts, wildly running in a beaver of touch-me-not plants.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When mangoes did not induce pimples.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Summers were different then.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I remember, in the old fort, when time was consumed by idyllic banter, and when evenings receded into unpretentious excitement.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When buses were red, and so were telephone booths.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When taxis were royalty,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And share autos amusing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And the baby seats, that you were so reluctantly made to sit on, even more so.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When cinema meant whistles in single-screen theaters.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And the beach was where, your mother never let you be tempted by the water, lest you drown.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And a coke placated your empty heart.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When running around in a towel was pardonable.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I think the touch-me-not plants had a role to play.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Their importance only grew, not in the mere presence of it, but it in mind.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">They slowly meandered into the summery afternoons.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">While the pony-tailed girl, stood confused, and bewildered.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Change took place. </span></div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-74899768479523710872011-06-02T09:32:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:15:28.397-07:00Everything is clearer when you're in love- Lennon.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Tomorrow I'll miss you;</div>
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Remember I'll always be true.</div>
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I'll write home every day,</div>
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And I'll send all my loving to you.</div>
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And hope that my dreams will come true.</div>
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I'll write home every day,</div>
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All my loving I will send to you.</div>
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All my loving, darling I'll be true.</div>
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Tomorrow I'll miss you:</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Sometimes, amidst my ideas of perfection and its antonym, I'm often left to believe, if what I live is along my ideas of anything adept. If utopia is just a word, and never to be achieved. If ever the thousands of flaws i see in myself can be over-looked, by not just me, but by the world alike. Sometimes, I'm often found in quest for all that is beautiful inside me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Ever so often, the naked me feels vulnerable.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I do not recall if as a child, there were these questions of perfection in my head. But then, back then, these things didn't matter. It all looms large, as you grow up, and when you assume greater importance in your scheme of things, that the real you makes you feel uncomfortable. How your face is not pretty enough, and how sometimes, if not always, you will be subject to some sort of inferiority. Having said that...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Me is not perfect, but me has its spectacles.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The real me, wakes up from sleep in a disheveled manner. With the hair bedraggled, the eyes all puffy. No, she does not wake up to look like the beautiful women on television. Perfect, she's totally not. Externally, that is.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She takes a lot of time in choosing the right outfit for the right occasion, and always finds herself falling short in the end.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She wished she had larger eyes, and prettier hair, and looks, that only movies boast of.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Frankly, the real me, has stopped caring about all that quite some time back. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She assumes her share of importance when she catches hold of her favourite pen, and her favourite notebook, that contain her little tit bits of wisdom.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She sings with joy, when she instantly recognizes one of her most favourite songs being played in the distance. Yes, she secretly sings the song in her heart, and wishes she could strum the guitar as well as some of them do. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She secretly chuckles at how funny her hair looks, on a bad hair day.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She secretly blushes at compliments, and pats herself for her deservedness on her back, though she might put up a straight face and nod in humility. Having done that, she congratulates herself once again for pulling off the straight face act.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She will never, and I repeat, never will she lose count of the niceties led to her. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She doesn't look at herself when she passes by in a mirror.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">For her, she makes a hell lot of sense, more than to anybody else she ever will.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Silently enough to sham myself,</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">all the more hoping if only things were a little better.</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I will be more relevant.</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">More beautiful, 'cause my inner courage will transpire,</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">and lead me on to eloquent beginnings, </span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">and satisfying ends.</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The complaints will die a natural death,</span></i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">yes, the real me is a beautifully, innocent thing to be.</span></i><br />
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She undid the knot, that she had been grasping onto her bosom so tight, all along. As she did, the mere cruelty of everything that life has had to offer her, struck her very bad. An impending sadness, almost akin to the one when Ram died, hit her in an instant. The eyes, that had tried to instill a picture of a promising future[and a picture it will remain, she thought to herself] in her daughter's life, could not betray her emotions any longer. How much were she to act? How much were she to hide?<br />
When was she to let out her pain in the open? And when was she to express her dying emotions?<br />
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Meanwhile, Swati was busy making herself comfortable on her berth. Train rides have barely happened to her in her not so great childhood, and she was visibly excited. She could not stop beaming in anticipation of the candy-man that was to come at Remunda, something for which her mother lent her extra coins. Calcutta would arrive in a day's play, and after that a great future was awaiting her. She was sure, that all the liberties that have eluded her and her younger sister this long, would now happen. She looked at her baby sister, contently coo-cooing and she smiled to herself, thinking that there was no way Ramya would live the life she herself has lived all along. With her sister's income, Ramya will be educated, and an amazing life awaits her, in the not so distant future.<br />
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Ramya was bothered by the heat. It was too much suffocation for the young body to take in, she let out a cry or two here and there. Her mother swiftly led her to her bosom to keep her from crying. She sat close to her sister, and she sat on a funny seat in a funny enclosure, that was definitely not home. But, she had seen its picture somewhere? Somewhere, she can't recall. Where was it?<br />
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"Here, some money, and a few coins extra for the candy, like I promised". Swati's earnest blush broke her heart, but she continued, "Also, when you meet the man, Ram Kumar, is his name, do not give the money to him. Keep it for yourself, he will take you to a house, full of women, so you need not worry. I'm sure, you will be looked after very well. " She was choking now, so she chose to remain quiet.<br />
The train let out its life-changing, soul-stirring, heart-breaking whistle to move. And moved, she did, with Ramya in her arms, and a lump in her throat, and hatred in her heart towards herself, for doing what she is, and towards the society, for every atrocity in her life.<br />
Swati's smile, slowly changed into a sudden bout of sadness. The excitement levels had silently died now, as the wheels made their first movement. Somehow, impending grief, seemed more closer than soon-to-happen happiness. She looked outside the window at her mother, who was now crying inconsolably and her sister, wailing loudly, under the influence.<br />
But it was too late to get down the train. Swati's life took its way to destruction, forever. </div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-54689367302830649622011-04-15T10:46:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:18:15.693-07:00What do we do about the girl in the train?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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With the future seeming blurred, and the past, so much more pain consuming, she took her seat. The vividness of the unknown, or should I say the lack of it, was eating her inside out. Though she tried, unsuccessfully, to not let it show. The pain, of course. Unsuccessfully. The tears that lingered at the corner of her eyes, gave her away.<br />
The rain started beating down on the earth, against the window pane, on the green fields leaving the leaves wet, ruffled and awakened. That feeling of being animated, of viability, she ached for. Something inside her had died that night. The will to live, the will to smile, the will to love, not even herself. She did not stand alone, tall and proud anymore. She sat defeated, purposeless.<br />
If I may ask, how does love give you away so easily? Rules are broken, and the resolute often bow down, often intimidated, often losing to spite the necessary ego. Please don't answer. I'm just asking. As I look at the girl, bereaved and alone, I cannot help but question some uncertain emotions. Now, don't look at me like that. Love is pretty uncertain, with all the unanswered questions, and the unspoken promises, along with the broken bonds. Trust is pretty over-rated, over-used, and mostly so, over-abused anyway. But what do we do about the girl in the train?<br />
Whose face clings to the window pane.<br />
The tears roll down, giving her away, only more so.<br />
The nose turns a cheeky red, trying to sniff in the loneliness.<br />
Who tightens her grasp around herself even more tightly, suddenly realizing that she is all that is there, for her.<br />
Who clenches her fist and loosens it, uncertain of her life.<br />
Who not once looks out of the window, trying to grasp in the surroundings, the beauty of the perfect amalgamation of rain and water.<br />
Does she realize how bereaved and lost she might be, that she's gotten onto the uncertain train, as well?<br />
Oh, what do we do about the girl in the train?<br />
Do, we let her pain heal itself? Or do we leave her alone, to wither, and to be re-born again?<br />
Oh, let the girl in the train be. Let them all in love, be.</div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-17368624787436526812011-04-03T03:25:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:22:59.177-07:00Unreturned.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Like everyday, I see, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">you coming out of your sweet agony.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Your pain, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">makes my love for you abounding. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">As I stare at you</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">through the narrow recesses of the gleaming window,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">the sunlight filling my eyes with joy.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Oh no, its not the sun to blame.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The world seems fine, with your smiles, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and that twinkling laughter of yours.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Do you know my feelings, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">or me at best?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I guess not.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Does that hurt?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It fills my whole self with profuse pain.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">But I still manage a smile,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">or a silent blush,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">when I see you sitting outside the door,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">talking to your folks,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">not once staring at the gleaming window;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">where fluttering eyes stay. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">One of these days,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">you'll be well.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Not anymore will you sit outside the door,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">not anymore.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Not once have you seen up at me,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">now, not anymore.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You will ride your bikes,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">come back late in the night.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Or not return at all.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You will smoke joint with them guys,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">in the alleys, that I cannot venture within.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My eyes still search for you through the gleaming windows,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">for your signs, your laughter,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">or your music. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My love is still growing,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">but it aches for your presence.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">One day, it might grow,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">to exalted heights of agony,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and will let me wither and die in this pain,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">that love alone can give. </span></div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-88052160239763923182011-03-22T02:10:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:24:38.374-07:00The devil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">As she helped Sara lie down on the bed, her face bewitching her emotions, all she did was wait, for THE moment.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I've always been good to you, to everyone around me. Alas! Life hasn't been so fair to us, she mumbled</i></span>.</span><br />
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Isn’t death everything<br />
Isn’t death everything<br />
Isn’t death everything</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">..crooned Elton John in the distance. The gay bastard was so right. For her, Sara's death meant everything.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">However ironic the song might be, Sara would never approve of shutting off the radio. She was sure, Sara would want the radio to go with her in the coffin [since she could smell Sara's death. Soon]. But the undying love and loyalty had always remained. Funny how people set up relationships with inanimate things. The materialistic ones, but more often then not, fail to have genuine love from the animated ones, like her. Sara seemed to have only invited her hatred. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">From the very start, the better one, the closet devil. The more-loved. The equally more-hated. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Die when I may, I want it said of me, by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower, where I thought the flower would grow.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Stupid Lincoln. It was not a flower that the dying hath planted, it was a thorn, of pure, rotting hatred.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i>Some water please!</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She wouldn't mind taking the life off her, though she obliged.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">After I die, do take care of my precious garden, I wouldn't want the roses to wither and die. My grave should be next to mother's with the same ivory craving. Not like I'd see it</span>, </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">she coughed some phlegm</span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">but it would give my soul some sweetness to cherish, I'm sure. Do be a good person to all. </span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She rambled on. Testing her patience, like every single time. Almost tempting her to retaliate with a few harsh words, or actions, not that she has ever done any, but how long could Sara instigate her like this. The elder, the better, the sweeter, the prettier. The one with the better husband, though dead. The one with beautiful children, though none here, not so soon, the one with a huge house, that she was allowed to live in. She, the barren, abused wife of a fucking bastard. Ah! The cruelty of life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">She sighed, this time aloud. Took the pillow, and sucked out the remaining life off Sara. The devil had acted, after all.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It should help, the indifference.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Or so, I thought.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You smile at me. I do not smile back. Silently hoping that you'd realize your bad. Do you? Maybe, maybe not. Do I care? You might say no to that one, but you see, that's the funny part, I do.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">There is a garden, a pretty one. With flowers, freshly dewed, or maybe watered. A lot of green, red, pink, all those happy colours. Basically, its my place, the place I live in, in my dreams. I own it, and it houses my happiness. Not that I have any particular fascination with flowers. In fact, I hate them. So, let's just replace the flowers with different coloured chocolates, which taste like M&M's. You get the picture, right? I'm an awesome story-teller like that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I sit in the garden, cross-legged, crooning to myself a very happy song. Maybe it's the Beatles. Cross-legged, because the world makes more sense that way. I see you, or maybe it's the silhouette. You won't come into the garden, cause you very well know, that the trespassers might just be killed. You read the devil inside me very well, don't you? But little do you know, that you own the garden as much as I do. The chocolates, we live on them. We both are cross-legged animals who croon along, together. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">We sing the same songs, almost in unison. If you want more love, why don't you say so?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Why don't you step into the garden, which you own as much as I do?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">With you, the world is a happier place, so why don't you be with me?</span></div>
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A trivial thing she was,<br />
almost unnoticed, almost non-existent.<br />
Almost dead.</div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-90259211126049621792011-02-24T06:59:00.000-08:002011-10-27T09:26:56.482-07:00How about a Bucket List?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So I was watching The Bucket List the other night, with even more contemplation than the two times before that. Why? Because I was feeling morose and so I thought, that the energy that's so lying dead inside me would be better concentrated on a movie so subtle, with a profound outlook to impending death.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Death is inevitable, very much like life, in the true sense of it. Very few of us are lucky enough [or not] to be told the time of their death. So, it's better to have a personalized bucket list, eh? Makes living life so much more purposeful, and joy-ful [which is not a word, by the way]. So, yes, caught up in the complex expressions that Morgan Freeman kept displaying every minute, I decided that I'm going to have a bucket list. A very own, personalized bucket list, that will give a deep meaning to my stupid existence on earth. So that, if tomorrow, a totally random person walks up to me, and asks "why-the-hell-don't-you-f***-off-from-the-face-of-this-earth*, I can proudly show him/her my bucket list, which at that moment, would be lying contently in my denim pockets waiting for its bulletins to be ticked off. Get it?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So well, I will not put up wishful and hypothetical things like I want to own a plush sea side bungalow in Goa/ a Volkswagen beetle/ *tada data*.. [read: loads of rich luxury stuff*] in the list, because that will make me look materialistic and blind to the simple pleasures of life. So well, cutting it short- THE LIST.</span><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to have a walk by the sea shore, in a beach that would be enamored by the beautiful colours of sunset, that would be empty of all chaos, save for me and my special someone.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to bungee jump. Yep. Not because I'm an adrenaline junkie or something, but i want to experience the tense moment between me having worn my suit and me, being pushed down [considering there is no way on earth i'd jump down, compulsively].</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I want to go on a bag pack trip across India, experience my country first hand, eating in road side <i>dhaabas</i>, travelling in crowded buses and trains, asking for lifts from <i>truckwallas</i>, yes, that India has to be the most enriching, not the India trip that some tours&travels organizes for you.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to have a whole library made in my future house. Loads of books to be read, to be learned, and to be smelt. Yes, you read that right. The smell that emanates from a new book, is any reader's delight.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to take loads of photographs in my life. Yes, I have a taste for photography, and I want to adorn the walls of my future house with loads of them.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to make a silent, submissive trip to the backwaters of Kerala. Lets say, a self examining trip. And this is one trip, I wish to make alone, wherein I want to be away from the chaos of city life and experience beauty, serenity and simplicity first hand.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to go to Paris, yes.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to attain contentment, which is something I do not boast of, not right now. But someday, I want to be happy about how life is shaping up, and how there is nothing much to worry about.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to have thousands of followers, but more importantly I want to be appreciated for things that I believe I'm decent in, writing being one of them.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to write a book, or I want to contribute creatively to a very important piece of document.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to sing like crazy in a karaoke bar, yes, the soonest I can. And yes, I can sing pretty decently too.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to learn to play the tabla, so bad. And the guitar too, yep.</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Slowly, with nervous, insecure fingers, she touched the photographs, looked at them, rather merely glanced. It was not the photographs that bothered her. Okay, they did, but only a slight bit. It was the uncertainty that was gnawing into her empty recesses. Is it possible for any person to feign anonymity? To block yourself from the prying eyes of the world, to wither within yourself, and then someday, die, a lowly, unimaginative, and neglected death. Well Sybil did that, but she had Dr.Wilbur for comfort for the most part of her life. But, she was no Sybil, not mentally disturbed as much as Sybil. A slight bit, maybe. Not much. Like her grandma would say, "not too much, not too less, sooogar". Funny, she was. She smiled.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The photographs reminded her of an eerie past. Eerie because she was happy then. Not alone and happy. Well, you might ask as to how happiness could be eerie, well for Nina, it could. She was not used to it, the happiness.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It was not too long ago, that the hallucinations started. Not too long ago, when she realized the presence of the very human shadows that kept following her. Not too long ago, that she started dreaming of her own death.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The shadows ruined it all, the happiness, the impending marriage with Aaron. She drove him away, yes it was her all the way, with a little help from the shadows. Trust was a word that she knew nothing of, not anymore.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The would kill her, the shadows. Humiliate her, make crap fun of her. And then ultimately bring her down.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The death was inevitable, now, even more so.</span><br />
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It feels great, when people think you write well. Most do. But, it feels even better when you're appreciated for it.<br />
Have recently been awarded the Most stylish blogger award by <a href="http://www.imagination19.blogspot.com/">this</a> wonderful blog.<br />
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Dear apple,<br />
Why the hell were you made by God? Why did Eve have to eat you up and cause human kind so much of pain. Come to think of it, since the time that the world was made, weren't you designated as the forbidden fruit? Why then, does my mother look for ways to put you inside me? Seriously, apple-dearest, why don't you die?<br />
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Meher.</div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-25873139680494253042011-01-30T03:38:00.000-08:002011-10-27T09:29:09.040-07:00Unusually imperfectly Complete<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><b>The memory of that night refused to evade my senses. It was almost like I was living it, now, every moment of my day. I woke up with vivid sensations of that day's insanity. Some other days, I try blocking out the images that keep resurfacing, try blurring them out. But things don't always work the way we might want them to. Life keeps whining, successfully.</b></i><br />
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The house was spewing chaos. The laughter, the shrieks, the dances, the singing, the chattering. Everything, but silence. The party, on in full swing. Celebrating my having turned 20, or something like that. As much as I wouldn't have wanted to be here, I was trying to defy my own weak self. Which lay cringed in its loneliness, refusing to shut the tears. A person of few words, I am not, but this weak self, had reduced me to a pitiable state wherein I could say nothing at all. These are things that a broken heart does to you. Shutters your basic self-esteem. Hampers your vital thinking process. Gosh, seemingly, I have been watching a lot of movies these days. Staying at the party, watching others happy, right now was not my thing. As much as I didn't want to go to him, since it definitely is not meant to be, I had to go to him, tell him how I've always felt about what we had. As I started to run away, I couldn't help but think, that maybe its the movies that are making me over-react, they definitely have a part to play. The Wuthering heights-s, the Casablanca-s, the West Side Story-s, the Anna Karenina-s. But its not just about them, its about me, and its about him. The broken heart, blah blah. People shouting out my name from behind. I ran, even faster.<br />
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<i><b>Adolescent love..</b></i><br />
<i><b>Child-like, a little crude</b></i><br />
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He was going, in two days, maybe. It was ending, whatever there was. We were determined to end it, the remaining pieces, scattered.<br />
We were like two children, always running away from each other, running back together. We were imperfect, in ever sense of the word. Unusual. Unusually-imperfect. Unusually-imperfectly-complete.<br />
Has anyone ever known a feeling like that? It was not meant to be, whatever there was between us, but what. is about to end, should not be happening either. He should be going, because, us together makes no sense, but him going, is ridiculous too. I kept running, without much of a thought in my head. My feet begged me to stop, begged me to gather some respect, asked me to head back home. I kept running. [R. E. S. P. E. C. T.]<br />
I kept running.<br />
After having been asked to get out of his heart.[ R. E. S. P. E. C. T.-the mind resonated]<br />
After having been told, that I don't mean much. The legs were begging. I didn't stop either.<br />
Finally did, in front of the same house, that I'd been so accustomed to stopping in front of. It was a sullen night, the trees incoherent, as much as the heart, which had many things to mumble, but barely did anything escape.<br />
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<i>We hold hands, and we run. Barefoot, without a care in the world. Into the world, where everything is right, even us being together.</i> His body was like clay. It changed the way I wanted it to change. Cold first, warm later. Then so warm, we begin melting. The lips touched, parted again. He sank into the couch with me, and I saw a moment of confusion in his eyes. A moment of indecisiveness ensued. He covered me up with his shawl, kept me warm, kept me covered. And we stared into nothingness,sitting close to each other, only hoping, that the night would come, for us to be where, that day, we so wanted to be. The time might come, when we would resolve the differences and look for reasons to be together. Hope, is a soothing feeling. It soothes the pain of separation. It soothes the pain of all the differences that exist. It soothes the pain of wanting to move forward, yet wanting to run away at the same time.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In brief, the book transcends back and forth in the past and present and is based in the *hot, brooding* Ayemenem area set in Kerala. It talks of a pair of fraternal twins, Rahel and Estha, who are separated at the age of seven and reunited when they are 31. The book is written from the point of view of the children and tackles the issues of communism, caste and the Keralite christianity, as seen through their eyes. The book, at large, is benignant to the emotions of the twins, as they suffer indifference at the hands of their relatives, owing to their Ammu's (mother) and Baba's (father) separation and also due to their friendly encounters with Velutha, their helper and also an untouchable. The primary theme of the book is love. The love Ammu bears for her twins, though she knows that times are to get difficult and she will have to forgo with one of them. The love that silently brews between Ammu and Velutha, which is clearly forbidden. In the abeyance of the silent nights, the beating hearts often looked for a gateway to be one. Arundhati roy has also mentioned the political realities in India, through satirical snippets. She is also critical of the traditional hypocrisy of Ammu's parents. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The novel also brings to light the forbidden love that grows between the twins, Rahel and Estha. As twins, they always stood connected in a silent, unassertive way. When they re-unite after years of separation at the age of 31, wherein both have grown up to be silent, pained souls, it is perhaps their silence that speaks for them. In the end, it shows their love culminating into incest, which is forbidden love, alright. </span></div>
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à l'autre bout du monde,<br />
ou nous sommes ensmeble.<br />
ou nous somes amoureux.<br />
ou il n' y a pas de la haine.<br />
Ensemble..<br />
toi et moi,<br />
en le bonheur et l'amour.<br />
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The poet asks her partner to come with her to a fawaway corner of the world, where they could be together without hatred, in peace and happiness.<br />
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P.S. What do you guys think about my 1st dose at french poetry? Its pretty lame, I know. But its my 1st time. So, I believe I can be excused.<br />
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They walked, hand in hand, oblivious to the prying eyes. A young couple deeply rooted in love. They believed in a future together. He tried with all his might, tried to secure his life right, everything around that one girl who meant the world to him. She whispered something. He couldn’t fathom what, not like he cared much. He was too lost in her beauty to grasp any sound. He didn’t want to coz all he cared was her insane touch which created ripples in his heart. What a woman!</div>
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She wrote in an almost uninhibited way. A woman, so sensitive, so dear, wrote in a motion, much like her own spirit, which often sought pathways for expressing her emotions. He was drawn to everything about her. He took to the pen to feel closer to her. He took to her words, to her feelings, to her ideas as easily as one takes to life. But wait, she was his life, wasn’t she? Serendipity engulfed them day in and out, and their young love blossomed to dizzying heights.<br />
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We make mistakes, often incorrigible ones. The society though identifies our position as individuals, is a mean place to live in sometimes. Our tough exteriors are often mistaken to be the ultimate traits of our personality. Our outward show of violence makes us sinister, cruel, and uncivilized. He was a guy in love. He couldn’t have been dreadful, he couldn’t have been cruel. Just an extreme act of violence to avenge the insult didn’t make him threatening or portentous. As much as she would have wanted to stay by his side, the darn society wouldn’t let her.</div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The wedding bells reverberating, the whole house was in uproar, he could see, from a near distant, the chaos that had engulfed the house. Finally realizing that future is not meant to be forever. Tears streamed down his face, as those were all he had. But, she was still his life.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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He longed for her sight, the beauty that had once encompassed his entire universe. He longed for her sound, that one voice which tingled long lost memories in him. He longed for her touch, the one brush of her hand, the one caress of her fingers on his face, the one embrace that filled him with warmth, the one coddle that soothed his entire self, the one kiss that would remain on his lips forever. </div>
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Love never dies, the people do get isolated, to faraway distant places, but the love remains. Death is, but, an end to her physical presence, the end to her breath that he had always felt, despite the distance. The love remained. You see, he was a man disdained in love, but he was in love, nonetheless. Death might take people far away from you, but she never belonged to him anyway. This way, he felt closer to her. He was being waited for. And tis, the only way, the two would unite. Someday for the love to be one. </div>Meher Mandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00913799375982241278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188028959511444472.post-67783863339448320692011-01-04T23:44:00.000-08:002011-10-27T09:31:08.635-07:00That love.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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All of us figured out at the time Krishna fell in love. It was pretty obvious, and as we lived across the street, we could see things, that her family couldn’t. You see, they were blinded by trust. She’d return with him on his cycle, their arms entwined. The elders told her that Steve ain’t a nice guy. These <i>goras</i> were all hot-blooded, and they were known to get dirty with so many women, you couldn’t count. But Krishna wouldn’t listen to any of us. What more could anyone say? </div>
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The air was fuelled by tension. It was the time of partition. Independence didn’t seem so far away. One could have expected exhilaration around, since two hundred years of slavery was about to end. But then the political turmoil was engulfing one and all. I heard it in the radio the other day that Jinnah and the Congress are at loggerheads. There was curfew all around, and the Hindu- Muslim tension was palpating. Our village was relatively untouched by the riots, given its remote location, but when and where things could go awry, only time could tell. Amidst all this tension, the blossoming love story went relatively unnoticed. How Krishna and Steve would escape to the empty shack by the sea, nobody knew. Their romance grew in the backdrop of the lapping waves. I saw them running there, trying to be as subtle as possible. But I wouldn’t tell. My mother never liked Krishna, but I always liked the girl. She was something, I wish I could be, and if she was in love, so be it. Secretly, I always supported their romantic endeavour, but dare I say that loud. </div>
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It was the 20th july, late night, I believe. All of us were retreating to slumber after the reporter gave us the last piece of news on the radio. Suddenly, we heard a commotion across the street. Krishna’s father was screaming furiously at the top of his voice. All the neighbours had gathered around them, and I couldn’t really understand what was happening. </div>
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The next day, mother was busy mumbling to herself.</div>
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“ Serves her right. Filthy girl, is this the way to behave. Bringing your family’s honour on the street”.</div>
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“What happened, maa?”</div>
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“She was caught, in her own house, in her own bedroom, doing what not with that <i>gora </i>fellow. How could she?”</div>
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I felt really bad for the two. They seemed to do well together, and I knew Krishna’s father would never let them be together again. All during the day, Krishna’s house presented a gloomy picture. That made me sad.</div>
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The next day, I woke up to find an empty house. Maa had gone to Krishna’s house, and I saw her consoling Krishna’s mother, who was wailing. Krishna had eloped with Steve. She wrote saying that that is where her happiness lay. I thought she did right, but I stayed mum.</div>
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Our village stayed untouched by the riots. The few ripples that were created by the innocent love could still be seen. True love in the backdrop of the riots was such a pretty thought. I wished the elders would understand. As for me, I still stay mum, often going back to the love that I witnessed, which I’m sure is blossoming somewhere still. </div>
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P.S. the pic is from a movie called Before the rains, starring Nandita Das and Rahul Bose. I'd label it as a must watch. </div>
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