Ennangal

As I lazily scramble up for the day Thoughts linger on Women's day, Do I need this special day? Does this fit-in to my fervent gender equality claims? Do I need a special status for "her" in me?   I grew up cherishing "me", not necessarily "her" I love to earn my credit for "me", not for "her" I dissent gender based opportunities I acknowledge our gender differences I accept our strengths & weakness Some are "mine" and some are "hers"  I admire the diversity As I pedal up late to work  After chores, after supporting aged mom After checking on kid Amidst work follow-up on ……. After work, prepare dinner  After work, step-in for mom's absent cook… Questioning the finnicky me, my strong hold (chores) My apprehensions are answered   By design or by choice We women, have a common thread The thread to weave family with our hands This day is to cheer up for women To appreciate the juggler in each To sensitize ...

Fresh as a flower I stepped into wedlock  holding my friend’s hands I stepped into my ancestral home  I knew not their comfort zone zone of  wed locks within their zonal (village) zone that sets others outsiders The staunch comfort zone The strong aversion Limiting themselves,  closing eyes Unwilling to open Every trip to hometown I carry back  traces of my native Snacks & specials,  Also pricks of words!  After double decade Of marriage I am greeted with "Now you are more like us" I scream within & retort back,   "That’s bad I wish not to be"  For you lack fairness For you flock together Your bond is strong So is your blindness  Been screened with Biased eyes Biased mind  Abhorred views  Haven't deterred me This is my native,   my extended family,  I pick the cherries Drop the racist traits I belong here!  But I am rational  I will be me, Myself.  

I am drowning In a dark sea I feel handicapped I pick myself up Just to fall again I fail miserably I scramble up To be swallowed again It seems like an endless journey Journey amidst sea of surprises No, not the pleasant ones Journey in a dark tunnel That never seems to end There is no dearth of To-Dos None in my control None that I can change I am exhausted I need ray of hope I desperately need it I am dried off my positive spirit Is life always full of riddles? I solve one to open another I am awed at their relentless spree Untired unfazed they recur One after another  Tougher than before Or am I just too tired Have I lost my energy? A shoulder to spare A shoulder to cry upon A shoulder to drain out  An ear to listen to A comforting hug  An assurance word I am there for you ! Is something I need It can make a difference It can help me brace up It can breathe life to my spirits.

Congrats to all kids ! Mark here or mark there - miss or gain Details don't matter, not anymore Nah, Its not an easy ride for anyone Its not easy with peer pressure, parent pressure Its not easy with plethora of pleasures around, Its time to celebrate each and every mark earned, Its time to cherish hard work, playful work, smart work., Rejoice & reflect either way Twists and turns are part of life Gear up for life ahead For a life to be written This is just a reiki Pick-up something for you, yourself if you can from this reiki Life has much to offer, be open and enjoy all along Cheers to all kids, pals & kudos to teachers.  

This summer had a blissful morning stroll through the well laid streets and lanes, lined up with small individual houses at Thirunagar, a quiet suburb in temple town Madurai. In spite of a very short stay, the serene environment brought within me a serene feeling. Is it only me who feels a charm in these streets? Is it because I grew up here, place that was my home and world, shaping me up until my twenties? No, it is not just that, I pause to observe the chirping sparrows & hopping squirrels. It chimes within me that I wish to have these in Bangalore, my current abode, to be able to wake up to sparrows and to walk through lanes lined up with houses unlike walking around towering buildings. Thirunagar is a well-planned residential area, with wide two laned main streets divided by streetlights at centre. Streets are connected with perpendicular and parallel lanes, ensuring that there is more than one route to reach destination – no chance of any bottle necks. Streets are covered wit...

Its not my first time, I have experienced this feeling, this pain earlier. It is the pain of being cheated and let-down, just that this time the degree is more. I grew up with the belief that if you do good you will reap good. So, when things don’t work that way, when you face it blatantly it was hard. My nephew, the only alive witness to my dad’s will who had agreed to affirm the validity of the will in a legal process used the opportunity to sabotage. Two weeks back when I spoke to him his response was very positive, himself said to ignore the misunderstandings between our mother’s. But morning when I called him his tone, tenor, cross-examinations, rudeness revealed his intention to hurt and to instigate, saying “I cannot come anywhere and everywhere to sign as you ask to”. I closed asking him to do whatever he feels correct as per his moral values. I was devastated. Lady of my age group driving the car was completely shaken up after she hit my car (actually my Brother in law’s)....