A long wait that would never end,
But I wait until I am seventy
Well, then I plan to move on
Move on with life and living
Thirty four years could be hard and too long a wait
So, I thought of making some friends
My sister became my friend,
My parents are becoming my friend
Birds have begun dropping by
Few humans too
Animals are pulling my pretty dresses
Making my wait beautiful
Making my wait worthy
Well, it is strange that people talk of moving on
Moving on with moments you wish stayed is not easy.
But, I am trying to befriend a few who would seem worth the wait.
I pray that you all stay safe.
The beauty of the leaves 🍁 and the puniness of the flowers 🌹 makes our lives.
What is our life and what is it that we do. Going around the earth in a machine, cleaning walls, making children, crying for our worries, bickering for our pain, laughing at our lies, curling up at sighs. What are we doing here?
Trying to dig down the Earth, trying to fly high into the space, into that nothingness which looks back at us blank, trying to cut down trees, trying to kill others…
human race is in a daze,
while running through the various phases,
can you keep up with the craze that blinds our large brains
and razes the very world and the stages.
The stages one upon the other, the drama unfolds one after the other..where do you live, what makes sense?
What seems good? What seems bad?
What seems a lie…trust me man is confused, lost in the path but there is still hope, hope lingers around our scopes, groping the very way up is hard when all man wants to do is go down…
Hope is still there, look around, wake up to move.
Hope is all man has to try again to rise.
Hope is all man has to try again to be wise.
Hope is all man has to try again to guise.
Hope is all man has to cruise through just one life called ‘the disguise.’
I wonder often is it in the people since the places don’t seem that bad? Is it necessary to remove people, is it necessary to cut them down, is it necessary to connive?
I couldn’t forget. I once had a cat, & four kittens, for four months with persistent fights that I picked up wid d owner, he wanted me to disown them & I wanted them to grow a little more, one fine day he created a huge ruckus & my mother got scared.
He had switched off my electricity & asked me to get rid of the cats before I left, the one that trusted me the most I caught it first & put it in a sack, he stationed a policeman near my room.I somehow left them on the road, realising well that they had no idea about life outside the home, the childless couple meanwhile bought a pair of squirrels & the wife told me, “see you spoke of coexistence I am coexisting wid dem “ & laughed, in short telling me that I was getting rid of the kittens I fought so hard & my mother feared that they may find some stupid reason, some lie arresting me to harass me.
Once I came back from deporting two kittens I tried to rationalise with him for the other two kittens for I knew that I won’t deport them. Their point was, I misbehaved but their fight was with their egos. I had told him that he should stop his NGO if he does not learn to coexist, a Ph.D was no use if he could not love those animals.
They spread names you can imagine I am sure, when I told him the other two would leave he gave me a sinister laugh, like The Horde/ Beast of the “Split”well he could scare his wife with that laugh I am sure and I acted that day to purely save my mother from facing any unwarranted situation that a mad man and a mad woman could bring, well he tried bullying me and his connections spread across the city, but then I have not forgiven the man ever, for which sane man can torture poor cats for a good fun? that was in Bangalore in the year 2012, this was the day I officially had welcomed Tirki home and I was thrown out in Sep 2012, & they called me crazy, so as women we meet many kinds one was the woman who was impishly mad, names are being withheld for the moment, maybe names don’t matter.
I was never sure if falling weak was by choice, and that day I knew I was right, that falling weak was by a choice. I made the choice to ditch the one who believed me the most and certainly I deserved better ditching. So when I got ditched by men and women who once called me their friends, now behaved like bullies. I felt the cycle was complete and I took it well.
But then I can never forget the man who looked shakily at my mom wondering how she lived, the way she lived.
I cannot forget the cheap tricks he tried playing to make me sleep in their homes. One day the lady said to me, “are you not scare to sleep alone? C’mon you could sleep with us.”
I knew I could not trust when I heard the bangs on the walls and thankfully I never felt even a wee bit of fear for the cat always sniffed the walls for me and I betrayed it to make sure I did not land up in prison.
Happy Women’s Day though…..
I found this interesting. Till 80s if you see people believed in love, kids, family, money, glam, repute and job. So one day this new daddy who is a friend and a mountaineering guide tells his seven year old son Param, “ you get to get all these,” shoves the list in his son’s hand and smiles down proudly (at seven my friend could not read and write) as the boy goes through….but then the boy asks for the pen. It seems he went to a corner and scribbled something on the paper before returning it back to my friend. He ran off to play thereafter. My friend sent me a pic of the list that read,
“Get me pure water, give back the tree they cut down last week, its precious my friends and I played around it. Get me the tiger that was killed last year the one that did not eat us when we went to the forest. Get meeee al this and I will get you all that you want.”
My friend and his wife Remui are poor and they told me over the phone that by reading this they felt they were poorer…Do you have some such stories…share below…Look at those children who are born post 2000. Are we giving them a safe future? Are we being responsible parents? Shouldn’t there be a test before humans become parents to see if the child is a lust child or a love/married child? It’s rude to say this but its ruder what we are doing to them…are we living a hypocritical life telling everytime that we live for our children for if that is the case why is the house breaking off?