14 May, 2017

Happy Mother's Day

From being critical about the Mother's and Father's days, to writing this today...

Our life goes through different phases... from being an infant, and holding their hands... to childhood heading to adolescence, where the hand became a finger, but the touch was still essential.... somewhere in the middle of the second decade, we long for independence, striving to break free (from I wonder what !) from the "hold" our parents wield on us... I guess life comes a full circle, when we actually set out to build a nest of our own, how much we depend on them...

Though I may not end up saying this to you face to face (you might even think I've actually lost it if I do ;))... but it is true...

Amma, I might have grown up, but I don't think I can ever outgrow you... 
You mean the world to me...  from being a child, and yet enjoying being treated as an adult by you; to now being an adult and yet your indulging my childish whims and fancies.. you just know it...

I adore you.. admire you and respect you, for what you pull off each day, each moment...
Happy Mother's Day !!!

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. 
Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
~ Maya Angelou

11 May, 2017


He made paintings like Persistence of Memory...
And said things like The only difference between a madman and myself is that I am not mad.

It might sound like I am referring to a friend, but this is the most apt way to introduce anyone to the one and only Salvador Dali

So, on his 113th birthday (and to say he still sounds relevant), I borrow his own lines..

Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.

PS: A special thanks to my friend who introduced me to the joys of Dali :) May you find more like these.

09 May, 2017

The Anthem

Though these lines were written ages ago, I am still waiting for a time when all of us truly imbibe these words, and are proud of the nation we are a part of.

This is, actually, my anthem.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high 
Where knowledge is free 
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments 
By narrow domestic walls 
Where words come out from the depth of truth 
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection 
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way 
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit 
Where the mind is led forward by thee 
Into ever-widening thought and action 
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

~ Rabindranath Tagore