Must We?

Here’s a down-to-bones homeless destitute happily sharing his morsels with a dog!

Once-in-a-decade moment captured.

But the caption that follows…spoils the meal for us.

“Look at these without the riches – they may lack in possessions, but they have a fund of covet-able virtues…only they!” That’s what it means to say.

The purpose seems to be to sound a clarion call to our latent better selves Nothing wrong with that. But the word ‘only’ was unwarranted I thought. A generalization blown away in a mere breath.

However it is well in line with the detestable practice so prevalent in Tamizh writing – or, is it Indian at large? – to put something or someone down while extolling the virtues of something or someone else.

Is it a mere literary style, perfectly legitimate, for staging a little drama of provocation or something deeper – an odious expression of a hidden streak of envy, though harmless in itself, in the psyche of a class in the society proudly distinct from the ‘have-not’s and enviously not made it yet to have’s?

Is it a national trait to compare and contrast? Can’t we appreciate. enjoy life without…

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They Also Serve Who…

Sanmargam

The daughter in her forties and her 70-year old mother worked in the house as domestic help – the daughter cooked while the mother washed and swept the front-yard. At work, they rarely talked to each other. From their demeanor, one would never suspect they were mother and daughter living under one roof.

The daughter had grown up in her uncle’s house in Chennai while the mother had brought up her sister in the village.

It’s a sad story how her father abandoned her mother with two children while they were going some place by bus. Yes, he just disappeared at a bus stop leaving the illiterate woman in the middle of nowhere without a penny in her purse. Somehow she struggled to reach a relative’s house and find her way back with the children in tow. The man was rumored to have moved in with another woman in the…

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Thus Spake The Voices…

The Most Beautiful Word


The most beautiful word
In the world is not love,
Nor is it halcyon or hope,
And neither exemption nor blessed redemption
Falls into the breadth of its scope.

While words may have beauty
And susurrous charm,
Ineffable eloquence too,
And though mellifluous, they’re still superfluous;
Their arms cannot carry you through

All the walls that divide,
All the borders that hate,
All the ignorant eyes that can’t see;
The most beautiful word that could ever be heard
Is not “you” nor “I”, it is “we”.

2019 © Sonya Annita Song

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Why Did She Do It?

If it isn’t vanity, beauty, fitness….what’s your guess?

It’s very likely to be as wrong as can be! Well, mine was.

The transplant was successfully done in June 2013.

Here’s a clip:

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It’s Always Later Than Sooner…

in relating to them around me.

A month or so ago, I missed the call when it came. Coming from a distant suburb, he wanted to know if I was home and he could drop in. ‘Never mind, I’ll make it next time I’m in those parts,’ he promised.

Well,,,it didn’t happen. Unknown to me, a week back he had suddenly passed away leaving me waiting still for his call and visit.

J was in my school, in my class and a bench-mate for years. Once out of school, we were in touch off and on. Never really got to spend time together. He was busy climbing the corporate ladder scaling one peak after another along the way while I was going gray in my grind. But when we met, we always picked up the threads like it was yesterday.

It was a few years ago when J came down to my place last. And spent time engaging my mother, an old lady not in best of health. Seeing my house in a mess on that occasion, this generous soul spontaneously offered to help me financially and with a paid assignment, entirely unsolicited.

Regrettably this is not the first time fate dealt a vicious kick when least expected. ‘Better sooner than later’ seems to be a lesson never learnt in the school of life.

Well…I’m no Munir Niazi to say it exactly as it feels, as only he can in so few words:

हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं / मुनीर नियाज़ी
1923 – 2006, Lahore, Pakistan

ज़रूरी बात कहनी हो 
कोई वादा निभाना हो 
उसे आवाज़ देनी हो 
उसे वापस बुलाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं

मदद करनी हो उसकी 
यार का धाढ़स बंधाना हो 
बहुत देरीना[1] रास्तों पर 
किसी से मिलने जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

बदलते मौसमों की सैर में 
दिल को लगाना हो 
किसी को याद रखना हो 
किसी को भूल जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

किसी को मौत से पहले 
किसी ग़म से बचाना हो 
हक़ीक़त और थी कुछ 
उस को जा के ये बताना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

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Source: http://kavitakosh.org/kk/ and clip from Gul Advani

Jottings From The US: Anytime Is A Good Time!

Sanmargam

Though it has to do with our recent the trip to US, strictly speaking, this is more about after our return.

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I finished my chores in the market and finally planted myself before her usual busy self in her office.

Despite feeling a little dizzy after a sleepless night on the flight, I had not lost my cool. Making light of it, I said: ‘Out there, I bragged how efficient you guys were and then…you let me down.’

‘Why, why? What happened?’

I knew she knew she had goofed – she had not got me an isle-side seat for me as expressly requested. Also, she had not acknowledged or apologized for it when I brought it to her notice later by email a couple of days ago.

A few more words exchanged – all polite. She came up with some clumsy explanation about how sometimes airlines on their own alter…

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