Friday, July 22, 2011

Heartbeat

As she lay there quietly in his arms,
She heard his heartbeat whining like dying alarms

She knew his time was short
And wondered how much of it could be bought

For she had never felt so complete
As she did then silently listening to his heartbeat

She didn't have the strength to say goodbye
All she wished to do was to hold him tight and cry cry cry

He smiled at her, as if she were a child
Disobedient, unkempt and wild

He loved her with all that was left of his heart
Kissed her softly as he recalled the bullet that had caused his world to fall apart

He had to defend his country
Injustice to his motherland he just couldn't see

So off he had gone
To save the land he was born on
Paying no heed to all the danger
He was taught to shoot and scream 'yes sir!'

Now as he painfully bled
He remembered the last words she had said
'My love... Please don't go
There is no need of bravery to show
A beautiful family we'll make
But without you the dream would just break'

He felt her crying into his chest
And said, 'I wish you nothing but the best.
Always be happy' he blessed

'Though our baby I cannot see
Beautiful I know she will be
Just like my silly darling crying for me
Don't you understand
From above I shall watch over thee'

She felt a last kiss on her head,
A final goodbye the heart shuddered and said

Without him she learnt to live
To the baby she gave all she could give

Many nights drifting into a sleep oh so complete
She would dream of his arms and feel his heartbeats...

Thursday, July 7, 2011

The Temple.

It might be the white tiles or the secluded location or maybe it is just His presence... I don't know what it is about a temple that brings the peace and tranquility it is surrounded by but it is breath taking and very soothing.


Few years ago, I stopped praying and believing in Him. It was a trend. It was so much cooler to be an athesist. To fight with the believers that He doesn't exsist and that everything could be answered by Science. Honestly, I had no opinion. I just enjoyed the false superiority it gave me. It was not that I didn't believe in His exsistance, I was simply indifferent to it. I went on with my life, calling Him when I required Him, asking for help, for forgiveness... and making sure I thanked Him every time something good happened in my life. 


But I had forgotten the sweet prayer my mother taught me to say every night before bedtime. I had forgotten to give Him the gratitude He deserved for giving me such a lovely and fortunate life. I remember now how ma had, I suppose, modified it and added a "Thank You God For Everything" in English to the original Oriya orison. I remember giggling one night when ma taught my little sister the prayer and she couldn't pronounce the words right! 


It has been a couple of months now that I've been visiting temples and churches. It began as a favor to a friend. He told me he needed to go there and he went there for it was peaceful... to cool his mind... sometimes because He called him... Though I had never consciously  believed in God, I understood what he said. I always believed in super natural forces, inner peace and the 'call' although I had never experienced them. 


The first temple I felt serene at was a Kali Mandir a little away from the main road, surrounded by lovely lush trees, cool and quiet despite the noisy cars rushing past and the mighty sky scarpers built  few hundred meters away from it. I followed his movements for it had been long since I had visited a temple and had buried all the rituals that I might have learnt in oblivion. 


We did not sit outside after all the rituals and prayers were done, that particular day. I remembered a memory where my family and I had visited a temple and papa had asked us to sit down on the floor for sometime, while he distributed the prasad amongst us. It was  peaceful but my sister and I being very animated, never sat for long... We ran around... played...jumped...rang the big bell. I realize now what one gains and senses after sitting quietly inside the temple grounds. Almost like the peace one gets after one has a lovely good night's sleep.


I had stopped going to temples for another reason. My memories are a little jumbled but I recall two sad incidents, one where my shoes were stolen at The Great Shiridi Sai Baba's Temple and another where papa's phone was pick pocketed at a small temple in the outskirts of Hyderabad, where in if you walk a hundred times or so around it your wish, request or desire made to the deity would come true. I disliked temples and after these incidents, I disliked them even more. I don't know why He did such things to us. I suppose somewhere we did learn something out of it. Karma is another thing I strongly believe in. Strange it is, I realize, that on one hand I refused to believe in Him but on the other I believed in what He preached. 


So, as I was saying, it has been a couple of months now that I've been visiting temples and as unfamiliar as it may seem, He has called me a few times. I felt shy and awkward asking to be taken to a temple but, even though I don't have a preference as to which deity I wish to visit, once I reach there, in His vicinity, lighting the little lamp to help Him fight away the darkness and ignorance, ringing the bell to inform him of my arrival or to awaken him to listen to my prayer and eating the little leaf or sweet as if accepting his blessing in the form of the generous gift, I feel mellow, serene, tranquil, calm, tame and any other peaceful adjective you wish to add! 


I visited a temple today, as one would do before a big examination to ask for strength, courage, blessings and luck and in return I got my peace and focus I needed. 


'Thank You God For Everything
:)



Sunday, July 3, 2011

Sunday Mornings.

Everyone loves the weekend. And in the Indian Scenario, where the weekend means saturday and sunday, everyone loves their sundays. [Egyptian residents would relate better to friday or saturday.]

A day full of nothing-ness, special meals through the day, a lovely long head bath, a casual car wash with dad,  drive to a nearby mall, fooling around with colony friends in the park and best of all - The 10am wake up call!

Of course life in hostel changed many of the usual routines but one still enjoys it. We are pleasently woken up by the auroma of freshly made dosas and coffee. Naturally, because this being hostel food it isn't as exquisite as a 5 star hotel or as filled-with-love as a mom-made-dosa or as oil-filled and unhygienic yet undoubtly tasty as the road side dhaba's! Putting all the criticisim aside, I honestly have to say, our hostel makes some amazing masala dosas! It has become the sole reason as to why I distrupt my week-long-awaited 10am wake up call!

Strangely, this isn't what this post is about. Sure the dosa is superb and sure we have to wait in a long line just to get one and later get rudely refused a second helping but there are rules. Queue Rules. Simple and straight forward.
1. One must stand in their acquired position - depending upon when they arrive at the dinning hall.
2. One does not deviate from their position. Exiting the line to book a seat or to get a cup of coffee is permitted.
3. One takes whichever dosa they receive.
4. One does not ask or attack for a second one.

Of course each rule as its loop hole - people cut lines and join ahead in the pretext of talking to their 'friends', ask- rather order- for a different dosa every now and then and I discovered a simple loop hole to get a second one! - making sure I'm just to everyone in the line, I never take a second masala dosa made for everyone, I secretly and politely ask for a plain one! It is a different thing that I get an upper hand in the whole issue just because I've befriended the food givers but I suppose it helps. Helps a lot!

So, today morning the usual routine commenced and I finally reached the head of the line (ok was one behind the head but hey! I would get my dosa in just a few more minutes of gruesome waiting!) when these two juniors came up, paying no heed to the snake-like line produced, with a plate and bowl and ordered one of the food-handlers (the sweetest one incidentally) to give them the dosa with a stern face and a rude tongue. One could've completely taken them to be those masked robbers taking hostage and stealing from a bank! They believed they could excuse themselves from the Queue Rules just because they had to visit the hospital. Knowing the food-giver, I was sure she would've happily given them their undeserving dosa provided there hadn't been that serpent getting longer and hungrier behind and if they had been polite -  neither of which had occured. When the dosa did arrive they practically attacked the large plate it was produced on. The head robber instructed her minion to fill the bowls with the sambar and chutney and left. I saw the sweet food giver get upset and walk away because she couldn't do or say anything.

I wish people would understand not everything can be taken by force or by ordering and that everything can be done through a calm sweet and polite manner...

Sad and pondering over the situation I sat down with my fresh dosa and coffee and got lost in the delicacy of the meal!

#Future Note: Today is Rath Yatra and hostel made food equivalent to a 3star hotel! Had a stomach full of jeera rice and dal tadka!