Monday, 1 September 2014

A flightless bird (published in March 2013-archiving here)

A flightless bird

You and me together- but alone.
Life and future so very unknown.
Don't know if I should really worry or fear,
What life holds for us a smile or a tear.
No matter how hard I try and try
Not able to decide that I should solitary fly
The chicks in our nest are still so naive...
and cant let my worries take a chance on their fun filled days.
Their days of joy and days of fun
Little will they know how much was to be undone.
Someday I hope the worry goes away
And someday I hope I can fly far far away......

Mona Lisa's smile(published earlier archiving here.)

I was good at a lot of things in life but there was this arty stuff at which I was a complete blockhead. Or so I thought! Until an artist friend told me, that all of us are born, with art, within us. For a few it gets nurtured in the right way, very early in life. For few others, we just have to wait for it to bloom at some point in our life…and then there are those few who will have to wait for another lifetime to experience this joy. It is all about how it is destined to be and that is what I earnestly believe.

I saw a glimpse of this belief when this artist’s work inspired me to write these two beautiful poems and the only ones so far. I could act, I could dance and I understood music. I could even play a few instruments. But poetry….never….I never imagined I could write and rhyme the way I did. Yes I really did. Came as a surprise to me indeed.

Somehow nothing has inspired me to write again until I watched this beautiful film – Mona Lisa’s smile.

I had always wondered what was so special about the smile ? What is so special about the painting?Even my good fortune of seeing the painting at the Louvre museum years back, did not change the fact that I understood nothing. I was too young to admit then, that I had perhaps wasted my precious time and money visiting this place.

Little did I know that someday I would reflect so much about that painting (or the memory of it in my mind!)

I don’t want to write a review on the film or the painting because I am no one to do this, but I am just going to write about the things I thought about after I watched the movie. My reflections on us -  the women race.

When I look around I see so many things that we represent.

When I think about it and look around at women from my generation and the younger lot of women, I wonder where the majority tilts to. Does it tilt to achievers in various fields that we women have conquered or does it tilt towards women being treated as sex objects with beauty without brain tags…? Who is responsible for this perception- whichever one you think is the majority?

There is a scene in the movie where the Mona Lisa painting  is drawn out of a folder and there is a dialogue about her smile -  and I wondered –

It is half a smile or maybe a quarter? Did she want to smile more heartily and was she asked not to? Is she truly happy from within? Is it a forced smile? Is she tired? Is she smiling because someone asked her to or wants her to? And did she really want to smile? Did she want to project a smile that was fake?And the last question which was in the movie – what difference did it make what was behind the smile?

A passing thought if one chooses, or a very deep reflection if one decides! 

At the end of it all we want to be proud of what we strived for in our own lives and want our daughters to be proud of what we taught them as a way of a beautiful life. Our fate – we decide!

Please watch the movie and let me know your thoughts. .

The tree that once bloomed

The tree that once bloomed

One spring day when I walked down a lane,
I saw a wonderful sight and here I explain:

Fire red flowers in a wonderful bloom,
Adorned a beautiful tree, on a full moon.

To all the busy people and their own plight,...

A view of her, would make things all right.

The young tree swayed all day in this glory,
And thought this was forever, going to be her story.

Alas the bloom someday, had to come to an end
And she never knew how the sorrow would advent.

Then spring had to go and the cold autumn came
And took away with it, her lovely floral chain.

Little did she know with the bloom that went,
All the love she got , became neglect to an extent.

The people who had worshiped moved on to other bloom
All she was left with, was so much of gloom.

But dear beautiful tree - I kept watching you,
I'll not forget that you once bloomed too.

You lost your floral crown as the time had come
For you to make way for the brand new one.

You made so many happy and so you should be,
Happy and happier as far as you can see .

Just pick yourself up and make yourself this vow,
Don't wait for them to worship, Don't wait for them to bow.

Happiness is something that lives inside you,
The moment you believe that, the world will bow for you.

(A sculpture by a dear friend of fallen leaves -  inspired me to write this poem. 

What happens in nature, happens to us - this is the thought i would like to leave behind to all readers of this poem) 

- Ashwini Jehangir Virji

Monday, 6 January 2014

A different GOD for different people?


After 17 years of working in the corporate world, I finally made up my mind to take a break from my professional responsibilities.  It was not at all an easy decision but had to be taken all the same, for several reasons.  I wound up my responsibilities at work and became a full time home-maker. The first 2 months in this role were just perfect, when people started telling me how relaxed and happy I looked. It was a compliment indeed and I am sure my husband was happy to see me relax - something he has wanted me to do for a long while now.

But it became evident to me very soon, that although I was home, I could not stop this mind of mine from thinking, observing, gathering information, analysing things around me. So many years of work had ensured that my brain and mind would not be happy just relaxing and although I was out of the workforce, I had to be productive in my own eyes - for myself!

After taking it easy for 2 months, I realised that there was just so much to do at home. How did I manage this all for all these years, when I was away at work? I stretched and stressed myself, I compromised on so many things for my family and myself. But then most of us women and even men make these compromises, when we have to do what we HAVE to do. Even the traditional housewife who has been at home forever has perhaps compromised on so many of her ambitions or wishes either for the family or as a conscious decision to give her best to the family.

Then it struck me, that for a first few years after I had my son, I had some very good domestic help round the clock in addition to family support. And that indeed took so much burden off me.

 My dear maid Malti-She made so many parts of my life easy before she got married off and settled in her own sweet life of domesticity. I never had any maid who was able to match her abilities. Her departure was the start to my struggles in balancing a successful corporate life and keeping my home the way I loved it. But that struggle is over for now.

In my current bliss, I keep observing this maid community – Each of them a woman just like me – with a family to take care of and responsibilities at work. The biggest difference between “the maid”(replace any name with another) and me was that while I had a stable happy life with all good things and loving people in abundance - her life was a misery!  Their typical story was that she was the sole earning member of her house while her husband wasted away his precious life drinking and dreaming of bigger things, which he would force her to buy him.  She has children to raise, a husband to battle on a daily basis, battle the economics on running the show with the money she makes. And so many other survival related problems- some we can’t even begin to imagine. Very pitiful condition to say the least!

The more I observed, the more I began to sympathize with her plight. I would often observe that most of them worked from dawn to dusk but never felt the need to carry a lunch box for themselves. I decided that I would try to give my maid a small meal on one pretext or the other just so that she doesn’t go hungry all through the day. I started doing that. On one day it was a cup of tea and biscuits then a glass of milk another day. Then on another day1 she ate the rotis and vegetable that I gave her but refused food on day2. I asked her why to which she promptly told me that she was fasting on the name of some GOD or Goddess. Then the next day she said she was fasting again for another God. She could and would eat only on day 4!( and that too I am sure, that she would eat if I gave her anything to eat at all else would go hungry- a price she was paying for bearing 5 children who needed to be fed).  Now this really got to me. These women who slogged day after day physically, could not survive like this for long. I felt so angry, helpless that no matter how much I did for her, it was definitely not enough.

So I tried explaining to her about how it was important for her to eat at least 2 meals a day. However the idea of angering the gods by eating regularly was just something she was not willing to accept. It is at times overwhelming to see how people live their lives and sometimes frustrating when they just lack the knowledge that you are trying to impart to them.

They said, this is what GOD wanted and how he wanted it. Call it ignorance, blind faith or lack of education, illiteracy or superstition – whatever may be the case – That day it made me wonder of what and who is GOD to them. Who is he to us so called educated class? And how drastically the definition changes from ours to theirs?

Some say, it is their illetracy that keeps them the way they are, some say it is their attitude. But to me – my maid was just a simple, clean hearted woman who was working really hard to support her family her own self. Her attitude was fine, her deeds were good and her nature was kind. So then why was life being so cruel to her?

Inspite of being a believer in this superpower called GOD, a question that flashed my mind was, “WHO OR WHAT IS GOD?”

Is this the same GOD who treats each person differently or is there is a different GOD for different people?

If he is just one – why are there different modes of praying to him?

If he belonged to a religion – why would he treat different people from that single religion differently? Why would he create castes and sub-castes and that divide?

If he belonged to certain class of people – why would there be different lives within the classes?

If there were many of HIM in a religion – then was one GOD stronger than the other and was it necessary to please all of them. And even after all this fuss of worship and fasting, why was he not doing things to improve this maid’s condition?

Or is GOD just a punching bag for people to blame their misery upon something?

We all know somewhere within that anything and anyone good can be God! And that GOD resides within us. All true preachers and teachers would always teach that the goodness is us would house our God. So then why the different lives for different people?

GOD, Religion – different for different people, but if goodness is GOD why do we need multiple religions? After all, all existing religions only teach goodness if followed in the true sense.

There are no straight answers to any of these questions, there is no single answer. Or MAYBE there is if we are willing to pursue the ultimate truth. If you are willing to take responsibility for yourself and your state of life.

In pursuit of this I have pondered and explored and the mystery continues to unravel each day.

What if for once we stop blaming GOD for all the good and bad that happens to us and for a moment believe that our deeds in this life or the past(if you belive in past and future lives) are creating a blue print for our future life/lives. What do we do to change our lives for the better? What would each individual need to do to make things only better for themselves?

Does our KARMA in the current lifetime and past play a part in our existence and quality of life today?

It is easy to live a good life, if you were fortunate to born into a good family. If you have acquired a good life with your hard work, it is good to cherish your success. But will this last forever? No one knows. Is there any assurance at all?

Have we done enough to ensure a good life for us, if we were to be born again?

Forget past and future lives – have we even done enough good in the true sense in this life so as to reap its benefits towards end of our life.

There is lots of potential for your mind to explore this question and you will be amazed at the very interesting journey you will make in pursuit of this ultimate truth. Happy exploring to each of you who chooses to take this high road of life J!