Friday, 21 March 2008

A Holiday


I borrowed a magazine from a public library this evening that happened to be a holiday special edition. What does a holiday mean to most of the people around the world? When it comes to a holiday for two, expectations increase based on the climate of the proposed place of visit. It is usually weeks of non-stop passionate love making, hand-in-hand strolls among moonlit beaches, sun-bathing, long drives, spa, massages, relaxation, shopping, candle-light dinners, dances and intense, up-all night conversations.

When I read this, I was reminded of the holidays that I had spent in my life so far and how different were they from the ones mentioned above. I grew up as a normal Indian in South India and lived there for nearly 23 years. If I think of the holidays that I had spent prior to my wedding, it was all fun (in a different way though)! Since my parents were working, we had very few days in a year to be spent on a vacation. My Mother always availed her Leave Travel Concession that she was eligible for and had taken us to Bombay several times. Ever since my childhood we have been visiting that place. The reason for choosing Bombay was mainly because my Mother’s 2 sisters and 1 brother stayed there. If we had planned any other location, we would be able to see only a family or two. This worked far more lucrative for us. Vacation for any average Indian means visiting relatives, holy or religious places and a bit of sight seeing. My parents were hardly together even on a vacation. My Father used to be called for work even during vacation and most of the times he had traveled back alone leaving behind my Mom, my sister and me. My Mother relaxes by gossiping about family matters with her siblings and derives pleasure out of it. This is a welcome change to my Mother’s monotonous and stressful work routine. My sister and I had enjoyed our moments with our cousins. We had cousins there more or less in the same age group and that way we had some fun. Towards the end of our vacation, we do a bit of shopping, a visit to few of the famous temples there, a night or two dinners outside and of course a visit to a zoo or museum or any place of some significance to keep us entertained.

On those times when we skipped Bombay, we had visited my Mother’s native place in rural interior Tamil Nadu and had also visited temples in and around those areas quite often. Tamil Nadu in particular is a land of Temples and most of the temples have a unique history of its own and also the architecture is fabulous. Some temples are made out of one single rock and are yet massive. Some temples are known for its beautiful piece of drawings on the roof depicting the culture of those times. Some are constructed with such planning that the beauty of the structure is well revealed. The history behind the construction of every temple and the significance of the deities present in those temples are exceptional. Visitors from all over the world pay a visit to Indian temples. We, being in close proximity to those temples, have made innumerable visits to them. I was born in a family that believes in such visits to temples bring in inner peace and purity and hence we have visited lots of temples. I was very young then. Though I was proud of the vast and rich heritage of Indian temples and the unique history those temples recorded, I still would have personally preferred to go to any location that would interest me.

Sometimes, to attend such special poojas or events at the temple, we need to wake up at 3.30 or 4 in the morning, have bath, and dress up in traditional dresses and rush to stand in the queue to collect tokens or whatever. We skip our breakfast and stand in the scorching heat of mid May in queues to wait for our turn to visit the deity and offer our prayers. By the time, we are back after all these; it would be nearly 8 or 9 in the morning. We then hunt for restaurants that offer good food and then feed our stomach. Honestly, though I believe in the conventional form of worshipping, I cannot afford to starve in the morning after a bath. I never had the guts to talk about my hunger when the rest of them hardly talk about their stomach. Looking back at it now, I feel that our journey had never been pleasant and enjoyable. It had always been tedious since the time span would be short and the distance to be covered would be enormous. The general Indian attitude is to make full use of the money spent for vacation by visiting all the places of significant importance there. Not much consideration is given to personal relaxation or happiness.

In my normal school days, I get up at 7 and during vacation, it is much earlier! Our vacation was planned only by my parents and they wanted it to be the way that suited their time and hence we had to follow suit. We were not asked where we should go for a vacation. We were not asked how we intend to spend it. We simply accompanied them. Vacation was lot more stressful to me and my sister and I preferred to be at home rather than a tight scheduled vacation that was hardly interesting! That way, I lost all my interest in traveling since I had the least idea of what kind of pleasure a travel can give, when it is suited to our requirements. Will I have a holiday different from the ones I had so far? Can a holiday be interesting too? I think that the right company, the right season and the right place could be lot more relaxing than we can ever imagine. I am looking forward to spending my time shortly on a brief vacation which I was not initially interested in but now I feel that I can decide how to spend it the way I really want to since I now have every liberty to choose what I want to do in a vacation. Though I am going to be accompanied by my husband, I do not think he would restrict the way I want to enjoy. He hardly sees me enjoy a holiday so he would only be happy to see me enjoy. For the first time, the thought of a holiday is bringing in pleasure to me.

It could be because it is going to be a holiday from my routine work, a holiday from children and a holiday from house keeping. I love reading. I will read my favourite book in a much desired location for n number of hours without any disturbance. I wish to write my heart’s content in a place filled with scenic beauty. I will feast my eyes with things that I cannot normally treat it with! I will do anything that I like. I will do anything that I haven’t tried before! I will do anything that I haven’t done for long! Will I? Will let you know soon!!!

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

Awaiting my next life....

Here I am smiling
As I depart from this wretched body
That is completely burnt
By the blazing flames

He blindfolded my eyes
And slit my tongue
Tied up my hands and legs
And threw me into the fire

I couldn’t see the flames
Neither could I scream for help
Nor could I free myself from this.
I simply had to go through the pain

Since I respected his decisions and
Honoured his words,
I enjoyed the burns
After all, he sent me into it!

I am not sure if he loved me
But here I have proved that I love him
I am happily waiting for my next life
Only to meet him!

Waiting to fall in love with him once again
Waiting to embrace him
Waiting to kiss him
Waiting to surrender to him.

All that was impossible in my last life
Will be fulfilled in my new life
Provided he doesn’t send me to fire again!
Awaiting my next life……

Sunday, 16 March 2008

Love is sometimes....

Too close yet very far
Too desirous yet dangerous

Too sweet yet venomous
Too tempting yet repellant

Too blind yet alert
Too sensitive yet indifferent

Too meaningful yet baseless
Too clear yet vague

Too obvious yet pensive
Too pleasurable yet uncomfortable

Too strange yet absolute!!!

Thursday, 13 March 2008

The Jinx of Solitude

I am alone
Lost and lonely
Walking through the roads of solitude
In search of nothing
But wishing every second to attain the inaccessible you.

I am alone
Lost and lonely
Turning back every other minute
But nobody is following me
Not even my own shadow!

I am alone
Lost and lonely
Love created all the magic
And took it away as it disappeared
Leaving me in twinge.

I am alone
Lost and lonely
What can make my life appealing?
You were not a thing in my life
To get you replaced!

I am alone
Lost and lonely
Isolated and abandoned.
Having experienced your love
No other forms of love seem true to me.

I am alone
Lost and lonely
Youth snatched the glow in my face
Time grabbed the charm and elegance
You seized all that was remaining.

I am alone
Lost and lonely
Carrying nothing with me
Other than those sweet old memories
That I shared with you.

I am alone
Lost and lonely.
I am alone
Lost and lonely.

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Flame of Love

The fire of your caress is still not extinguished.
The power of your eyes is still not forgotten.

The wetness in my cheek has still not vanished.
The warmth of your hands has still not disappeared.

The feel of your lips is still not expunged.
The tears in my eyes have still not dehydrated.

The influence of your words is still not discarded.
The command of your voice is still not eliminated.

The strength of your actions is still not erased.
The palpitation of my heart is still not subdued.

The sorrow of your departure is still not digested.
The supremacy of my love for you can never be exterminated.

Monday, 10 March 2008

This is what you are!

You are my joy
You are my sorrow

You are my strength
You are my weakness

You are my smile
You are my tears

You are my thoughts
You are my calmness

You are my success
You are my failure

You are my nectar
You are my poison

You are my breeze
You are my storm

You are my love
You are my loss.

Sunday, 9 March 2008

Pigeon's cries on a Friday

Oh Mistress of the house!
Envy not at me
I have nothing that you have
Except that I can fly.

Flying is not enjoyable at all!
It is very tiring
And extremely exhausting
To go in search of food.

Sometimes I spot some food from above
And by the time I land
My brothers finish them off
Leaving a morsel or two for me.

Sometimes I prefer walking around
So that I can grab food the moment I see it
But unfortunately, I am shooed away by your brothers
In fear for my life, I am forced to fly away.

I have no occasions to celebrate
Every day is the same as the previous day
No Christmas, no New Years
No Birthdays, not even week ends!

I have no taste buds
I have no sense to identify food;
Good or bad; hot or cold.
Serve me anything and I am happy.

I saw food waiting for me everyday on your kitchen window
I was glad that there is somebody to care for me
I gathered my family members one day

To share about this secret.

It somehow reached the ears of many other birds
That we all began fighting for the little food your offer
I was happy that you understood our problem
And began sharing larger portions of your food!

But Madam Friday is your week end and not mine!
Do you want to know what do I go through every Fridays?
Some Fridays I wait for a longer time,
Some Fridays I am simply forgotten,
Some Fridays I am served something different,
Some Fridays I just fly back losing patience.

It may look a bit too much for you,
But may I request you something?
Can you offer me food everyday at the same time?
I understand that you rejoice and have fun on Fridays
Try sharing your happiness on weekends with me
By offering anything that you can spare for me!