When everything goes wrong....

There are days when everything goes wrong,
From tooth brush to listening songs...
Rage that raise from inside your stomach,
A bawl, a wail or yell don't keep a check...

Try to smash the glass on your neighbor's door
Shove your brother on the floor,
If you still don't feel better,
Then try things beyond your measure.

If none of these, gives you peace,
Take a noose, hang yourself, you sleaze!
Make sure to light a huge pyre
In case you escape the noose, my dear...

Random sketches of mine....

Happy Anniversary...!

"Kerala" I had been chanting this name, since 20th October, 2011.  Finally, on Friday 9th November at 9.15 PM, I left Chennai on my brief sojourn to God's own country, paradise on earth - Kerala.

"Devna" meaning 'god sent', the only name I thought of first thing in morning and the last before I fell asleep for the day.  Saw her photographs and fell in love and it was instantaneous.  Devna, Manoj and Yamuna's kid the princess who is going to make them happy. 

It was 8 AM, when I reached their ancestral home at Choondal between Thrissur and Guruvayoor.  A steep slope take you to their home, cloaked in green paint and tiled roof, nestled between Are-ca palms and coconut palms.  I was stunned to look at green vegetation and the neat home free of pollution, dust and the black oxide shiny floor looked out of earth.

Yamuna, her sisters and mom invited me and there this girl, the most beautiful girl, I had ever seen peeped from her aunt's arms and looked at me little shyly and her face lit up when she saw Manoj.  The smile that made me stop and stare, my breath stopped at the sheer beauty of this little angel.  Manoj called her Jhanvi and told me the young girl is Yamuna's sister's kid.

I entered their home, to see Devna sleeping on the cot.. Dressed in Pink, 'blessing' as her very name suggested... overwhelmed for a moment, hiding the tears of glee, hurriedly.   The day went past, holding Devna and eating, talking, sleeping and it was time to leave. They gave me a room in the attic and it was low ceiling-ed and with a window facing their back yard... After a sumptuous lunch Manoj took me to the garden and showed me around.  It was sheer magnificence, the tall thin trees and the pond... lovely lovely... It was a peaceful walk not much talk, Manoj explaining and gave me the name of the trees and now and then pulling my legs... had fun.. took loads of pictures... the lighting perfect and the way the ray of light filtered through the blades of leaves were amazing.  

I can't forget the last time I peeped at Devna, on her grandma's lap taking a nap... the sweet little child thoroughly at peace.

Manoj and Yamuna are celebrating their first year of wedding anniversary today, 12th December along with the most blessed gift of their wedded life, Devna. 

Time really flies,

Seeing from outside,

Between you my dears,

There were few joys and tears....

Many a moments happy and swift,

When you turned to give a hug or a kiss......

Few moments passed, sad with tears,

To see you cry and hug even stronger....

A gift bequeathed for your year long bliss, 

A sign of love sweet and fresh...

She entered as a breeze in your paradise, 

Lot more years am sure gonna be more fun and surprise.....

Another year, another start,

Let it witness your love and war,

When you live for each other,

Even fights add more flavour...

This day, I wish you absolute fun,

Even God would struggle to spin,

A simple wish to you both, my friends!

To stay together for many more years to come...

Happy wedding anniversary, Manoj and Yamu... 

Forty plus

It is great to know that you have turned 40 and there are value additions, keepsakes, which you should be really proud of. Lately, I had constant headaches and one fine day, my Mom pointed out that it's time for me to consult my Ophthalmologist.  A keen observer, she noted that I remove my glasses while reading and it is not a great sign and I might be having trouble with my near vision too.. "too" means already, I am myopic and with a high power.

The visit to my optometrist, proved my mom's insight. I added "Master of Optometry" to my mom's portfolio.  I knew that she is a best candidate for "home minister", "finance minister".  Now, I am the proud owner of 2 pairs of glasses, one for distant vision, one for near vision.  So, I got to juggle between the glasses for reading and viewing things.

But, hang on! I heard during my high school Math days, when you add  -4.75 + 1 it becomes -3.75.  But, in this case, it is not true, you either end up having two different glasses for near and distant vision or one glass with a thin line parting it .  The lower half is +1 and upper half is -4.75 and to complicate this further my right eye lower half is +1 and upper half is -3.75 and yeah! I forgot the cylindrical power in my right eye.  

I remember the optometrist taking a lens from her box and held it before my eyes and asked me to read the last line, when I told her I can't see it clear, she insisted and asked me to try and I tried.  I read out 8 alphabets where there were only 5 in the chart and little pissed off by my attitude, she tried another lens and asked if the previous one was better or the current one. I said the previous one and clearly pissed with me, she asked me how the previous can be better, when I can't read the last lines, and while I was thinking of a smart retort, she found even thicker lens and I got reminded of the old woman with thick glasses in "Courage" cartoon and hurriedly said, that she was correct and I would go by whatever she feels is the correct one. 

Chastised and vulnerable,  I sat before the owner of the optical shop and looked at him the way a murder victim would look at the judge, pleading for mercy.  He told me, "Now you are middle aged, it is normal to have this near vision and it will continue to increase till you reach late 50s or 60s and when you have cataract, then while operating, they will adjust this near and distant vision through introcular lens and you can make do with out glasses.  He said this with a smile and thought I would feel really happy about this.  He expected a jubilation from me, that I will get rid of my glasses when I turn 60 and of course after a cataract surgery... *blink* 

I crawled out of the optical shop, my shoulders slumped.  I had to swipe for an amount of Rs.7,500 for just glasses alone.  Thank god!  the glass frame was gifted to me by a friend and had to spend only for one glass frame (my near frame and a dear frame too)...

I turned to look at the bright light of this famous optical shop, and looked at the owner patting his tummy.  This guy was really lucky, at the closing hours of the shop, I walked in and he made money out of me..(no pun intended).