Sunday, October 9, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
of bloody knife,
butchers wife,
sulks in pain,
when the hen he sliced and the onion diced.
SPLATTERED gravy on the floor,
sprinkled spice on the poached boar,
minute by minute the hunger growing more.
the Butcher said" if you don't serve me in next minute i shall slit you for sure".
Hastily Mrs Butcher with tray in her hand said "honey! before you do such a thing, let me remind you tonight's menu is not the chicken nor the boar its the new dish, I tried which is your head floating in gravy for todays dinner for four".
Friday, June 17, 2011
Mystic, Monsoon, Memories
Sullen clouds, Celestial drops of rain.
Sliding on my french window pane.
Looking out through window,
Memories flash in again.
I reminisce, I remember....
Just like my poem my thoughts are incomplete. Instead of using how unfortunate we are, I take the liberty of saying how lucky we are that with every thought and every aim is incomplete at first we strive for and we do complete it and with every completion there is new begining. Just as JLO (Jennifer Lopez) new song ‘I’m into You’ has line in it that says “every finish line is the beganing of new race”, I couldnt agree more. May 2010 it was my creative writing class a certificate course that indeed change my life. Prior to it, I used to think but with the creative writing addition to my life it changed the way, I thought. Well after that class or during it, I have never written a piece which maybe something like booker prize material but definitely my writing from the day to day activities to writing something special as letters, message or just wishes has changed and the proof it being appreciated is when, I see reaction of the reader most of the time. There were two basic motives of joining this course one being that, I want to be part of the media world by being in the advertising field by working in the creative department and second since childhood, I was fascinated by Bombay (Mumbai). The city had casted its spell on me like the beauty of a Greek woman at the age of four when my folks got me here along with them for the first time for their work more like workation (Work+Vacation). To be honest, I wished to explore the city on my own and to tell you, I was quite successful in doing that but the main reason of writing this article was that the other day; I was my missing all my creative writing class friends and my teacher where learning was fun. Writers were “Alice” and the classroom was the “Wonderland” where every classmate of mine was creative in its own way like Shruti a doctor by profession but yet calm and cool person with writer’s heart. Shilpa an intellectual mind with great pieces of writing on her name. Aditi mother of a child but an amazing person with peppy attitude and stylish too. Lionel was quite unique. He is a human with an ability to think more than normal mind. Nitya great personality, awesome stories and impeccable human being. Anand (jee) an IIM pass out but a person with art of spinning the magic into words, a raconteur’s skills. Yash with happy go lucky attitude and more than that an accomplished person in life and there were many more in class but these were the people who are my friends. Well last but not the least my teacher Renu Balakrishnan a lady of elan, intellectual grace and the warm person factor. I still remember my first day; I was completely besotted by her because she wasn’t like the usual teacher. A woman, who carries herself, knowledgeable and the best part, was her teaching the basics of writing. Though, I have a written copy of that yet her dexterous way teaching has craved every word on my brain. She is friend and the first person in my life of whom, I was not intimidated of asking where, I went wrong. She was not just a teacher she was a mentor and according to me she is a good human being, a woman of substance and an artist at heart who writes.