Mind and Matters

BeBoldforChange is the theme for IWD 2017 across the globe. My take on what is that t be be bold for change and where do I look for it?  BeBoldForChange Where do I look For Change? In my peaks of success or failure Within that hidden souvenir; Days and nights of hardwork Smiles and laughter that always works; Under the rain , in my pain or simply in those wandering plains In that shelf, in that draw Maybe in that moment when I Withdraw In the space I stand , in the love I share The way you see when I glare How Do I be bold? In what I speak or what I know Where is my silence in this row At the moment or for days Do I fight for my ways Red is my hair , who is to care I do look beyond all the glare Warmth and respect are my usual suspects Dare the devil , never my culprit What is Bebold for change? In you it is, in the way you feel Tall, short , small , big, all will heal Born to your right , where is the fright? I got that , it is just our might Ten li...

Colorful noises, silent downpours, do you know to speak activities, cold coffee, long hours of dreaming -is that the corporate world you know of? Vibrant voices, sounds of laughter, group gatherings, steaming hot cups of coffee, charged up hours of ideation - does this sound more like the place you are in.. Maybe or maybe not. In all of this what may not be different are the inner circles. What's that now? Some sort of process that is required for a job or is it the halo that you may get once you become the SME. Neither friends yet it is much more valued than the appraisals and the money. Inner circle allows you more face time with the most key clients, gets you the invite to those dinner parties and the oh so not formal, very friendly get to gathers, gives you the so called juicy information which can make you the most sought after person. Oh yes, it comes free with an invisible chip on the shoulder- did you expect more? Gaining an entry to it does not require great degrees l...

One is straight line,  one is success,  one is unity ,  one is different,  one is you,  one is me ,  one is God ,  one is heart ,  one is love,  one is pure,  one is cure,  one is pain,  one is lonely,  one is cheat,  one is great ,  one is first ,  one is last,  one is truth ,  one is lie,  one is right,  one is wrong,  one is life,  one is death . This post is written for the first day of NaBloPoMo

Sheela aunty was once again arguing with the Vegetable vendor, The water tanker had to horn to send the voice to the last house in spite of not a soul in front of him. Shekar Uncle's usual routine of kicking his scooter was more of a habit even when it would start in the second one. The sound of the bells announcing the end of the daily worship when everybody in the household stand around to have their hand waved across the pious fire . These little ( Ok , sometimes big) made my morning , today was different . It was another day of parade , small talks , introductions , show around the house, is there something you want to talk , expectations and the void. Growing up in a joint family , staying in of one of row houses in the busiest streets in Chennai came with its own pinch of sugar and salt . Not a day went without laughter even after the biggest of fights and also not a day where you have a minute for self . Leave alone the family even the aunty in the last house...

There I felt the usual peck on my head and before she said anything, I opened my eyes and asked "Mama" where is my gift ? She gave me her ever radiant smile and said, "Happy Birthday Beta(Child)". The impatient me did not bother to hear that , all I did was open the cupboard and started searching, causing quite a mess. I was 18 today , adulthood had finally dawned , the age of I can do it myself ! She did turn to say something , I brushed past her as my phone kept ringing with all that awaited calls. From the corner of my eye, I did see that mama continued during her morning chores , like placing a cup of coffee next to papa's study table where he was busy with his newspaper , handing over the spectacles to Dadi for her prayer reading , packing lunch boxes for my lazy brother , getting herself ready all at the same time. While I was still busy with my phone, she signaled me that I was getting late to college. I am sure she caught the guilty look in me thi...

I am fertile, I now have a 7 seven year old - sounds obnoxious , isn't it , well that's the truth and I find it very weird every time I get to hear this told to me "Thank God, all went well for you and you have this child , not many women are lucky". A land worth millions does not promise a yield, industries which has lived a lifetime cannot predict their next year  - For God's sake , I am a Woman human and I was not born with a tag. I mention the WOMAN in particular, for , the four people who live around my neighborhood only seem to have time to find my missing tag. I indeed thank the almighty for the bundle of joy he has given me , I am here to narrate my first hand experience of my friend with whom I have lived through one of her most unreasonable phase. Her wedding was the most talked about in our circle, she got the guy she loved, she had the best job, she was at the peak of her career, a dream wedding , a dreamier honeymoon in the alps( All comments on...

An Alarm at five; The bread and the knife; A one by two balance ; That look and the glance. A mother so nice; A boss so kind; No time for mess; Can get you to grind. Prayers, wishes and greetings too; Time we make for all that is you; Calls to take , pets to feed, You call me friend for your need. Who teaches , the book or the mind Not a single soul has the wand to find; My eyes open wide with a quizzical smile; when Extra ordinary is my name once in a while.... This is an ode to all the Women out there:)