Author: meenas17

Bossing, commanding,
 mumbling, calling 
every other  one foolish,
brainless, is
 how he conducts 
himself recently.

He criticizes the cook 
having not  ignited 
the stove, once, He finds fault
 with  masons ,carpenters
 officials. His wife being 
the most targeted.

He will conclude saying
 if he has handled, 
the result would have been
 exemplary, excellent.
I stand  a little away, watch him.
 His superiority  is boundless.

He has been likewise all along,
 a long innings though 
without any one opposing,
 It is near impossibility
to make him realize his shortcomings. 
which  are too many.

It is the question of permanence
that keeps coming to my mind.

How many of us  realize this truth?
 one two, three go my fingers.

I hear about a man named  Anand
 who clings to his position.

not achieved by any skill
got through by  wealth.

For decades he holds the post
 tries to pass it on to his son,

It is an honorary one, conferred 
by governance, a recognition

of his family’s contribution to society.
the architect being his father.

Fortunate to be born in such a family
 he becomes  great, greatness being thrusted .

A general displeasure prevails,. A silent 
revolution is going on,

Anand would be thrown out 
if he does not resign.

Resign he will not.
He is inebriated. with ego.

7 months old 2021 
moves in great speed.
Days become nights 
and nights days.

24X 7 at home, I walk 
to the front yard return 
to the backdoor, oscillating 
like a pendulum,

 Up and down I climb
traverse  the garden
stand in the sun. rotation 
and revolution sets pace.

Time flies during pandemic, 
jumps while  epidemic loom,  
rolls through endemic,
minding not the gravity.

 Another event, rains  come and go
 incidental  for the sun,  shines and settles
 as if  indebted, the moon  waxes and wanes
 no matter what happens. 

Men dash out in haste
catch the infection’ in a close
seek admission in hospitals. 
Death creeps stealthily.

I close my eyes while I talk 
unaware of what happens around.

Do not know when and how 
I got this.  Looks  strange,

 I have seen  my mother do
this, exactly the same way.

 With eyes shut, putting 
my finger in the ear hole,

to keep away from the bustle,
I listen to  a presentation.

My cook calls me ” amma, amma,”
I stay unaware,

Someone grabs my arm.  indignant
 I scream.  “How  dare you touch me?”. 

My husband  encapsulating  my arm,  
stares hard. Infuriated  I shout.

The cook vanishes while we 
throw tantrums at each other. 

“I have to be short,

 put my views briefly

 I will summarize”.

goes on Ranjini.

“It is an event

 can I term it as one happy

 or could it bear  grief.

she harps.

It is a feud,

 means little to many

 significant to few,

she races,

The focal point being

 a squabble, between 

the most and  the least

Ranjini continues.

“Rajini,  I hail.

You have so far

not come to the point.

A drab !”

 “I am making it short,

 condensing,  to the core, 

 presenting the  synopsis,”

Oh ! Ranjini , I cry.”

Distancing from the kin
 a kind of relinquishing 
from the ties, almost 
similar to the clouds 
that fall apart, scatter
after enacting a drama
where their congregation
 being intense predicts
 heavy rain, finally 
there  be a few droplets.

Relationships, filial, sibling,
 matrimonial . whatever they  be 
 have to end at one level
cannot go on like a long train
 with several carriages, puffing 
 and dragging.  Long associations 
demand great expectations 
which lead to a derailment.

Keeping this in mind
a withdrawal, steady 
and gradual, more so 
like the deaddiction 
program, will ensure 
a  consistent, healthy 
outlook of life, going 
with the maxim absence 
makes the  heart grow 
fonder.

The events that happen 
could I summarize 
as those of the day to day 
 ones, not anyway concerned 
with politics, theatrical,
 commercial,

those I encounter daily
commencing from the milk man’s call
the paper boy ringing the bicycle bell
the vegetable vendor walking 
through with  a basket on head.
calling out the names of the vegetables.

My maid  sweeps the front yard 
sprinkles water mixed with cow dung
draws a flowery design  with rice flour
a tradition  followed in every South Indian 
home,  I did this with love earlier,
discontinued due to weak knees.

Cooking  starts  vessels
and ladles confront each other,
 the zing sound while making dosa,
 is   imbibed  in the whistles of pressure cooker,
 an aroma loaded with flavours from main 
ingredients, tamarind, chilly, pepper, 
enriches the  dining area.

Bell  chimes from the Pooja 
when aarathi is performed .
he oil lamps glitter with 
a steady glow,  benzoin 
fumes create a divinity. 

 An amalgamation of simple 
with  sublime

Missing passwords,
mixing accounts,
 logging with wrong ones
I make a mess.

Accounts get barred ,
mails do not open,
I try again and againthe system collapses.
Banks demand change 
of passwords, once a month
the older ones should 
not be repeated,

I am into many both necessary
 and unnecessary.  Passwords 
create a jumble, I fail 
to unravel.

Passwords should have 
upper case  and lower case 
alphabets along with
numerical and  special characters,

I have been careful 
saving them and keeping 
them in memory. This day
I have gone astray, I cannot unlock.

The maids of mine
one a in her twenties
the other in late fifties
confront each other 
when I am around,
engage in pleasant 
conversation when 
I stay away.  A ploy 
to fool me.

I  eaves dropped 
in the morning, the peak time 
of their duties. The senior,
spoke in hushed tonewhile the junior talked loud.The older one would have said 
I assume, just do a hap 
hazard work when madam 
is not around.

The inexperienced girl 
turns apprehensive “Will she not find?”. 

The fifty year old advises, tell her ” you did”, 
 do not change your reply to her continuous 
questioning which she is prone  to do.
The girl  unsure, she continues 
her work as instructed, The old woman
walks off in disgust,

Encountering me in the corner
she smiles peevishly, 
I wanted to show her way out,
 having to retrieve a fair amount from 
her given as advance in salary, I keep  
quiet, pass a sharp look, that will be 
enough to agitate her,   An  expensive 
adjustment. 

The rains come
with a momentum
a heavy downpour
inundating high and low.

The sun rises
shines with a brilliance
scorching the places
plains and hills.

The storm blows
in high velocity
bringing roofs down
a collapse unthinkable.

Flooding dries up
Heat subdues,
Wind abates.
All happen in a day.