Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Thick green veil
Covering the earth
Snaking through space
Reaching for the skies

The lone tree in the foreground
Gazing out at the blue expanse
Emerald waters competing hard
To better the colors of dense foliage

                Eerie silence envelops
                Not a soul in sight
                Solitude is divine!
                It is the route to Heaven

Afloat on the calm waters
Time stands still
Sky, sun, sand and waves
Remain silent spectators

Languorous stretch of deep blue water
Seemingly floating strips of land
Verdant branches reaching for the sea
Landscape unspoilt by civilization

Seemingly still water
Loudly lapping tides
Gently rolling hills
Rains hidden in clouds

Should I come or should I not?
The Sun seems undecided
Peeping from behind the clouds
Laden with the golden showers

Sparkling sands
Dancing rays
Floating clouds
Divine place

Monday, May 10, 2010


Life lay spread out before the eyes
like visions through a kaleidoscope.
Mirthful moments, dreamy memories,
life on a platter, forever vernal.

Pieces of glass shift their axis;
changing landscapes, shifting patterns,
giant waves crash against the rocks,
an endless churning; the bits never settle.

Friday, May 7, 2010


            It is summer time again in our part of the world, which is bang in the Torrid Zone.  The time when the trees start looking jaded and faded, not unlike our over-worked cricketers; when the streets are filled with pushcarts laden with gassed mangoes; when water taps start imitating air pumps; when power cuts push us back to the ‘dark ages’.
                Summer means different things to different people.  For people living in the colder climes, summer is a welcome season.  Basking in the glorious golden rays of sunshine is an event which is looked forward to throughout the year.  Summer brings with it vacation for the children.  Brats of assorted sizes with time on their hands create a racket all through the day.  Gully cricket claims quite a few window panes and car wind shields as its victims.  Hapless parents are at their wits end trying to reign in their hyperactive pesky offspring.

            Summer also brings worry of a different kind.  This is the time that most families pack their bags and trudge with their luggage to salubrious locales.  The pot-bellied uncles and roly-poly aunties with their kith and kin in tow decide to bestow their benign presence on the sundry hill stations. It is quite understandable that everyone wants to capture their wonderful holiday moments for posterity on digital/video camera.  But the part which is sheer torture comes later-the forcible viewing of the holiday albums and video recordings.  Why would anyone be interested if Papaji went boating wearing his brand new coolers or Junior soiled his sneakers playing in the snow?  But we are never deterred by a few disinterested snorts, are we?

         Well, I may just decide to holiday someplace cool and happening pretty soon.  After all that hysterical raving and disgusted ranting about click-happy vacationers who are bugs in human form, if you thought that I would stay away from cameras-well, you are way off the mark.  Watch out for my holiday photos/videos, friends!  That is my modus operandi for avenging the tortures inflicted upon me.  After all, revenge is a dish best served cold!

Sunday, May 2, 2010


            When I took my baby steps on Blogosphere a couple of years ago, I was all chuffed up, raring to go and conquer the length and breadth of the World Wide Web.  What I had not bargained for was the various obstacles strewn on my path towards blogging glory.

            To start with, I was clueless about the kind of topics I should choose to write.  Would anyone be benefited if I write about ‘The best excuses for missing work’? How relevant would be the topic ‘An idiot’s guide to cooking ready-to-eat food’?  How many people would give a damn if I were to write about ‘What would happen if sea water were to lose its salinity’?     

The next hurdle confronted me-frequency of my posts.   How often should I blog?  Someone said, not too often, lest you are considered a spammer.  Another said, don’t make yourself scarce on Blogosphere, else you are sure to be forgotten (It’s an altogether different matter that people, after reading my posts, wish they could).   So I was damned if I did and doomed if I didn’t.
            Then came the dilemma over the form of writing to adopt.  Should it be prose, poetry or story?  What I call as poetry may seem nothing but a mushy soufflĂ© of unintelligible words to the indifferent reader.  And, of course, I didn’t have the luxury of opting to tell a tale, for the simple reason that I didn’t know how to spin an interesting yarn.  That left with me with plain prose.  Now, this essay form is a bit tricky to handle.  It is not as if you had a story to tell.  Anyone will listen to a story.  But to manage to trick and trap a reader who has strayed on to your blog, takes more than a little effort with my kind of narration. 

Well, now that I have managed to plunge into the big blog world, I’m hoping that atleast a handful of gullible netizens fall prey to my devious designs.  You see, I’m an incorrigible optimist!