Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Ambition



I want to park my grandfather's lounge chair under the cool shade of the mangosteen tree like Basheer, drink endless black coffee while smirking at the hot sun, smoke cigarettes when I feel like without the anti cigarette movement pouncing on me and write down all the absurdities that occupy the mind.

I want a pristine Yamaha RD350 high torque and a long long runway for a day, a pitcher of cold beer when temperature is at its highest, A good movie to watch and lose myself to the hugs of my children.

End the day sitting near the feet of my parents, toasting to their health with my siblings. Get drunk on family and the best dark rum enterprise could throw my way, devour a spicy biriyani like it's the last in the world and spend the night in the arms of the woman I love, in the arms of the woman I love.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Bridges to the future

Dearest little girl of mine,

As a smart young girl who has been blessed with immense intellect and dollops of common sense, you already know that the ones who have reached the heights of their profession have done so by envisioning a goal – no matter how large it is and working hard to achieve the vision.

Let's work backward from the goal. Let it be anything – topper in class ranking this year, to create a master dish by the end of the month, or what you told me the other day, like baking something nice for your brother’s birthday.. Set your lovely eyes on any task – simple or complicated but do set a date, write it down in your calendar and write down the steps which you will need to take to make the goal come alive. Follow the process for anything you need to achieve and the effort itself will carry you to the result.

A lack of planning can make even the most ambitious project go astray. A bridge for lack of a better example, cannot be built by sitting down and thinking about it for a few minutes. It needs proper planning of workforce, work flow and materials. To finish it, one needs to know how to bring it all together in a timely manner and build it from the ground up. For this, the planner will first draw a bridge, calculate the amount of material required, he/she will work backward to decide how many people should be employed at each stage of construction and how much time it should take each step of the project to for completion. It requires attention to detail and hard work. But a completed bridge builds an easy passage for people to reach the other side of a previously difficult crossing.

In the same manner, life too should have a proper plan; because to each one, his/her life is the bridge one builds to connect the past with future. The efforts you pour in now – will pave way to the gains the other shores has to offer in future. You choose whether to build a single rope bridge to reach your goals or whether you want a six lane strong bridge which will help you reach the other side faster and with minimal effort.

We human beings are wonderful creatures. We have shown our ancestors that whatever was earlier thought of as not achievable can be done, done with ease and pride. Talk of reaching the moon, then Mars, the continuous fight against diseases which were deadly years back but now wiped out from the face of our lovely blue green globe… these achievements were considered sorcery by generations not very many years ago. 

It was people like you who made all that possible. People who were blessed with innate intelligence and the will to excel. People who wanted to make a difference and found out a way to do it. They made it happen with hard work and dedication.

So, what I have to tell you, my little girl whose smile melts my heart is that you are no different from any other achiever; immerse yourself in your dreams, build your bridge and go on to dream up something that will make you work harder. Never give up, never give it a rest, because along with me, the entire world is waiting with bated breath to see what unravels from that unrivalled mind of yours.

Love,
Appa 

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Short stories - Walking away series #7

Walking away from the shaking, bleeding body of her would be rapist, she thanked her dad and the black belt she had earned through years of practice.

Short stories - Walking away series #6

Walking away, strutting a la Travolta, he whistles a little tune to himself. All of 15 and no longer a virgin, he mused.

Short stories - Walking away series #5

Walking away was easy. The hard part was trying to put a distance between two hearts.

Short stories - Walking away series #4

Walking away from her fresh grave, he wiped a tear off his craggy face. For the first time in fifty years, they were going to sleep apart.

Short stories - Walking away series #3

Walking away was never an option for her. It was either the daily dose of physical abuse from the naked bodies that clawed her at night or the face of her brave children trying to hide their gnawing hunger.

Short stories - Walking away series #3

Walking away was never an option for her. It was either the daily dose of physical abuse from the naked bodies that clawed her at night or the face of her brave children trying to hide their gnawing hunger.

Short stories - Walking away series #2

Walking away in that funny drunken gait, the old man tripped and fell. The ones who gathered to laugh and click pictures didn't realise for a long time that they just witnessed a massive heart attack.

Walking away series #1

Walking away from the wailing bundle, the mother never glanced back. Though fading away, her wracking sobs were soothing to the just born.

Walking away series #1

Walking away from the wailing bundle, the mother never glanced back. Though fading away, her wracking sobs were soothing to the just born.

Walking away series #1

Walking away from the wailing bundle, the mother never glanced back. Though fading away, her wracking sobs were soothing to the just born.

Walking away series #1

Walking away from the wailing bundle, the mother never glanced back. Though fading away, her wracking sobs were soothing to the just born.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Winner

You were a winner the day you were conceived.
From then on, your life has been a series of wins.
Every day you lived became another notch in your record book.
You survived.
Against humongous odds that tried to pull the life from under you even before you were born.
You are a survivor, a winner, a champion for life.

You withstood harmful infections, countless falls and depressing days,
escaped accidents that might have proved fatal,
guided yourself our of tight corners where danger lurked.
You carried on.. an unstoppable force of nature.

Keep on winning, keep on living.
Because within you is the knowledge that nothing is more precious in life than life itself.

Winner.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Writers block


Here on this line, parched and confused
Wrung out, hung to dry, a discarded towel,

I await the showers, the all giving enriching drench.

Begging to bring back my powers,
Bring back the other, the poet.

Let it rain, let me soak abundant in;
Grateful wetness of knowing none is lost.

In the dark shadows I live; corners ghostly,
Hope is never buried in my street as

I await the showers, the all giving enriching drench

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

The cow and bull of it


Many of us came to know with a mild jolt yesterday that scientists at Gujarat's Junagadh 
Agricultural University (JAU) claim to have discovered gold in cow urine.

How much ? 10 mg of gold per liter ! They spent four years to come up with this golden information. What I want to lay out here is the sheer economy of cow urine and at the same time point an accusing finger at all of us for letting go of an opportunity to raise 600 billion dollars annually. Read on........

The average cow produces upto 13 litres of urine a day. (https://fergusonfoundation.org/lessons/cow_in_out/cowmoreinfo.shtml) which stinkfully works out to 130 mg of gold a day. 

For all the ridicule the science mythyction is bringing us, imagine this, there are about 300 million cows in India (http://beef2live.com/story-world-cattle-inventory-ranking-countries-0-106905) why the fuck did we waste Fourteen million one hundred and seventy five kilos of gold in the past one year ?As per the findings of the elite uro-gold experts, the much profitable animal has the capability to provide around 47 grams of gold in a year. Works out to ₹ 134,283 or $ 1981. 

If only these geniuses came up with this shit a while earlier, the Indian gold coffers would have been shining with the Glitter of gold and the slightly ammonia tinged smell of 'Gau muthra' to the tune of about FORTY TRILLION NINE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX BILLION THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE MILLION RUPEES our country wasted in just one year ? You want to read it again in dollars ? Here goes - $ 602,711,000,000 only. That's what we ignoramuses wasted last one year. Which is roughly 30% of the country's GDP by the latest count. (http://www.tradingeconomics.com/india/gdp


p.s. I am going to quit my job and buy 10 cows.

Friday, October 17, 2014

I am.

A Spark that keeps the old heart beating. 
Which in turn runs the body. 

An electric shock though small; 
is enough to keep blood pumping. 

A mind sharpened on words of wisdom 
and directs all the functions. 

The bones, the tissue and parts thereof; 
the package that I am, I am.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Organ donation

I am not taking anything, take what is useful, burn the rest, plant a tree and sprinkle the ashes.
 Remember my jokes, laugh at my mistakes, rip up and fling my advises in the air. 
Go live a life as full as I did, keep an open mind and a heart full of kindness. 
Fight with friends, throw an arm around enemies; kick some butt and raise some hell. 
Never be sorry for the past, look forward with shiny eyes to the future, 
but always remember to live. For that is the meaning of life. 
Sign up, coz you can't take anything; tell them to take what is useful and burn the rest.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Heavenly proposal


Rings of Saturn,
Seven in all
For when Sun proposed to his favorite girl.