Sani Maha Pradosham

It is Pradosham,
a day which 
Lord Shiva loves,

In the evening, he 
dances between the 
two horns of Nandi.

Pra  means remover dosham 
stands for sins, fasting on this day, 
absolves on of his sins

To please his devotees  between 
4.30 and six in the evening Shiva
 performs the cosmic dance.

Pradosham on Saturdays
 are considered most significant.
Worshipping Lord Shiva

extends positive energy 
 while the negative karmas 
 that limit one’s potential
disappear fast. 

One realizes God and  truth
 the ways to achieve 
peace and contentment,


The Ear Folds

The pencil  stuck right  
on the right ear fold
while the pen occupies 
the left counterpart,
I pull the pencil down. note
the denominations. the pen 
follows  for  the statements.

The ear folds, safe to keep 
the handy ones, as my table
 is messy with papers, bills, 
 books and the lap top.
I do manually first, carry
over while adding and 

  I jot down with the pencil
check, countercheck,
strike, insert,  over write
 with the pencil, indulge   
in erasing some, adding  
a few, finally inking 
the consolidated.

My ear folds start to hurt
turn red, as I hastily 
drag them and harshly
place them back, Most days 
I forget to remove them 
loiter the whole morning
 with them jutting out. 


The Three Circles

A small round for the face,
 a bigger one for the middle,
another medium circle for the torso,
thin lines for hands and legs,
a curve for the mouth 
number three for ears,
handle denotes the nose,
marked by a sharp turn,  
a scribble on the head for  hair
that is how I drew 
as a child  a man 
or woman, man  was 
little long, woman 
 bit round.

I find children at this age 
of  photoshop trace likewise 
with  the fingers moving 
on the key board, the way 
 I did with a sharpened  pencil.
colour with ease, quick  and meticulous 
as against my work those days 
demanding patience and energy
going in even strokes  to achieve 
an uniformity.

Whatever be the mode 
the three circles hold fort
even when technology 
is at zenith . 



Animate And Inanimate

Bang,  my mobile
 comes down.
Luckily, no harm.

My  silver plate while 
washing slips with a  din  
a dent insignificant.

The little  finger stuck in between
the car door gets jammed.
Pain kills,

Stepping on the flowing 
saree, I stumble. My big toe 
remains twisted. 

Aching finger,  twisted toe
 intact mobile,  slightly 
 disfigured plate close the day,
the lifeless and the live juxtaposed.


This Day

Three guests today 
to an otherwise quiet day.
One comes to canvas 
for the election, the others
 seeking help for negotiations. 

 Election is not anything big 
but for an association of a mercantile 
community, Excitement  as seen 
in   his talk and every move
 turns infectious.

 I catch it unknowingly 
discuss with him, question 
him continuously.  After a time
 I realize that I am too nosy,
stop my garrulous talk,

He  gifts me a shawl
along with  fruits. All at once 
prostrates before me, I stand up
knowing not what to do. Dazed ,
 I wish him success.

Wondering how to reciprocate,
 I pull out  a brand new brass plate
 place some flowers,  vilva leaves 
 and lemons, The arrangement 
looks colourful, 

white jasmine  and red hibiscus  flowers,
 green leaves, yellow lemons.  I offer
the plate to him, he falls on his knees 
once again, embarrassed. I move 
away quickly.

lest I stay there for a while 
he would make me uneasy 


Which Is Better?

Managing the house 
on Sundays turns
 a nightmare.

My staff compulsorily
 go on leave on 

My plea asking 
them to alternate 
the days goes unheard.

 Assign Mondays for Krishna
tell Muthu to take leave 
on Tuesdays, so with Swamy and Lal.

They do not accede.
It is Sundays. Right from 
picking newspapers, milk,

and plucking flowers,
apart from cooking, cleaning,
locking,  I have to do.

I wish to thrash 
terminate their service ,
they being disobedient,

Sense prevails at the last 
moment cautioning me to be 

One day work, my mind tells me 
will become the weeks toil
then months and years strain.

Which is better? The thought 
frightens me, I shut my
mouth tight.



Blessed Me!

 Busy transacting online
 paying bills, tax, premiums, 
transferring  money. I do a remittance 
to my overseer who we call R

My mobile rings, R’s name 
flashes on the screen. He says 
he has not received.  I scream
 ” Damn sure, I have done it”

 Some eight hours away 
he tells me the same,  For the 
first time, I feel unsure. 

Verifying the remittance, 
 Oh! bless me!  I have 
sent the money to another 
whose name starts with R.

Ashamed, I talk to the second R
who transfers the money at once.
I slip and commit errors  too often.
Why do I do?



Almost at home
 all through the year 
 I  pay least attention
 to my dress.

I drape  a  bottle green sari 
wear  a  bright red blouse
my hair is  peppery,  tied  tight,
the only one that is in order

is my bindhi, round and red
 in the middle of the forehead.
a streak  of sindhoor  smeared carelessly 
where the line parts the hair.

Noted for my sense  of colour
 and the way I carry myself
 my staff  who are the only ones
 that see me  nowadays,

bite their ears, saying
” What has happened to amma?
“She looks strange,   Overhearing 
 I walk away smiling , not missing to 
see my  reflection in the mirror.



 I stay home
 watching the world
 from within the house.

My rooms  gain status,
the patio gently hosts me  
in mornings and evenings,

The kitchen, feverishly  drags me 
and locks me up mercilessly
as I cook four times a day,.

The dining hall  is gracious 
as I sit dining lazily,
reading and chatting.

Unable to reject 
my bed’s solicitations.
 I go to her.

 She rocks me to sleep
 in the night, assuaging
my exhausted limbs.

The bright walls smile
 the lovely furniture cajole, 
 the doors talk.

 I hug the trees,
  kiss the soil which 
 sustains me.




Welcoming the new Year
 those of us who live in
 the Southern states of India
 turn ecstatic on April 14

Telugus hail the new Year
 as Ugadi, while Vishu 
is celebrated in Kerala
 and Karnataka with enthusiasm.

Tamils call it Puthandu.
Gudi Padawa  to the Marathis.
A worship with different names
enacted with similar customs.

Prayers  to the Gods
 with offerings of fruits, 
coconuts and delicacies 
 spread around the tall oil lamp

placed over the kolam ( drawing )
mark the dawn of the New Year.
The family gathers around 
 stay together, blow the conch,

take arathi  chant mantras,
 pay obeisance to the Gods 
and elders, seeking 
their blessings,

it is both fun and  cheer
that go with the rituals 
 which solicit   a togetherness 
 becoming a rarity nowadays.