The Modest Girl!

Shooranaadu Hamlet is a cute little lady with her panoramic beauty, known for her uniqueness. There stay the modest girl, Sharanya and her parents, Mrs.Jyothi and Mr.Sudeep. The word happiness we can attribute to that menage, no doubt. Sudeep is abroad in an offshore place, therfore, his presence at home is frequent; Jyothi is a teacher. She sowed the seeds of all the values and qualities in Sharanya in her childhood.

 

A little detail about Sharanya- she was born to her parents, who obtained the precious child after a wait of ten years with prayers in their spousal life. Prayers like‘Uruli Kamazhththal’( An offering in the temple, in which a traditional large cookware is made upside down for accomplishing wishes) were done by the couple.

 

On completing her twelfth grade Shari alias Sharanya, chose the Engineering Degree Course a bit far. Jyothi had felt her daughter’s absence with much apprehension. But still, she did not permit her tears to see the outside world. Unlike the other college-mates, Sharanya upheld her tradition and wore the village model apparel with makeup nil. She was in love with her studies, which landed her in a multi-national company in Bangalore. Here, the bidding goodbye of the dear daughter broke off the control of the clouds of her anguish, resulting in a heavy rainfall in Amma’s( Mother) eyes.

 

Soon, she recovered from the feel of the vacuum created by her daughter because the latter celebrated frequent phone calls and video calls with her parents. Instagram and WhatsApp messages played their roles well in maintaining their connectivity. Shari’s childhood provided her Amma with opportunities to spin a golden thread of wishful dreams about her daughter’s studies, job and marriage.

 

Now the spinning reached its pinnacle, so she said, “ We have to find a suitable groom for our daughter, who would prefer her lovely modesty,”

 

 In the meantime, Amma used to press her daughter too to be prepared for the life of a life, “ Amma, don’t worry, I’ll go with your wish, not now, wait.”

 

Achchan(Father) also thought, “ She hasn’t gone old. Let her enjoy a couple of years more.”

 

That day,Jyothi was carrying tea to her husband in the sit-out. To their surprise, they saw two youths, a boy with his short hair, wearing short knickers and the other one, whom Jyothi could not make out as a boy or girl, had long hair and wore full pants. Both had browned hairs.

 

But she was mistaken because the one in knickers was female, who had put lipstick on her lips. On careful watch, Jyothi could not digest what she saw there.Suddenly, she thundered, “ Mole(darling), is it you in this shape! O! God, what am I seeing?”

 

Very composed was Sharanya and said in a fleecy voice,” Amma, Achcha, he is Arun Aroda. He is my hubby. From Delhi. Register marriage.”

 

The couple’s lingual organs sank in the deep of their mouths. As Jyothi was about to slap her daughter, Sudeep,"No, Jyothi, no, time has changed, it is new gen style. Now we have to change.”

നോവിന്റെ നീരൊഴുക്ക് !

ചിത്തത്തിന്നാഴങ്ങളിൽ 

           നോവിന്റെ നീരൊഴുക്കായ്,

ഉത്തരയുടെ ക്ഷേത്രം 

           നിർജ്ജീവം മാനസവും. 

മോശമായതിൻ ഹേതു

      പെട്ടെന്നുണർന്നൂ വൃഷ്ടി.

മട്ടുമാറിയ വർഷം

         പിണമഞ്ചമെത്തിച്ചു.

ഭർത്താവും പൊന്നുമോനും 

     ഛായാചിത്രമായ്  മാറി, 

മൊത്തത്തിലനാഥയായ്

       ജീവിതവീഥിതന്നിൽ.

ഉത്തരയ്ക്കുത്തരമോ    

         ഹൃദിയെത്തിയുമില്ല.

ഉത്തരമില്ലാ പ്രശ്നം  

          ബലൂൺപോലുള്ളിൽ വീർത്തു.

ഉത്തുംഗക്കുന്നിൻ മേലെ 

        ഉത്തമൻ തൻ കുടുംബ-

മുത്തമസ്വപ്നങ്ങൾതൻ 

         കുടക്കീഴിലായ് നിന്നൂ.

  “പത്തുപണമുണ്ടാക്കി 

          വയ്ക്കണമൊരാലയം,”

ചിത്തങ്ങൾ നിലകൊണ്ടു

            കനവിൻ കുടക്കീഴിൽ.

സ്വന്തം ഗേഹവാസത്തിൻ 

           മോഹഹാരം കോർത്തവർ

സന്തോഷക്കാറ്റിലായി

       ചാഞ്ചാടിയവർനിന്നു.

ഉത്തുംഗശാഖിയിലായ്

      തേനീച്ച തേൻ വയ്ക്കുമ്പോൽ,

ശുദ്ധനാം വീടിൻ നാഥൻ   

              ശേഖരിച്ചൽപ്പം ധനം.

 എത്തിനോക്കിച്ചിരിച്ചു  

               പുത്തൻ വർഷത്തിൻ ചിങ്ങം,

 പെയ്ത്തിന്റെ പനീർത്തുള്ളി  

              തളിച്ചു ഭൂവിലീശൻ.

 മേഘം ഗർജ്ജിച്ചൂ വൃഷ്ടി  

        കാളിയമർദ്ദനമായ്.

ശോകഗാനത്തിന്നീണം 

        മൂകമായ് ചുറ്റും നിന്നു.

വൻരമ്യമന്ദിരവും    

           പൊക്കത്തിൽ പാദപങ്ങൾ,

മിന്നൽ തോൽക്കും വേഗത്തി-

          ലോടും വണ്ടികൾ ഭോജ്യം.

കിട്ടിയതൊക്കെത്തിന്നു 

           മുന്നേറി വർഷപാതം,

നഷ്ടമായുത്തരതൻ

            തോഷത്തിൻ കല്ലോലവും. 

ശാപ്പാടു പൂർണ്ണമായി

          പിൻവാങ്ങി മാരിയെക്ഷി.

അപ്പോഴോ മോഹിച്ചവൾ 

        വന്യമൃഗാന്നമാകാൻ.  

ഇച്ഛയ്ക്കും ഭംഗത്തിനും 

            കാലദേശങ്ങളില്ലാ 

ഇച്ഛയോയെന്നുമെന്നും  

          മർത്യനിൽക്കൂടു കൂട്ടും.

വിരവേയുള്ളിൽമേവും

       പൈതലോ പൊന്തിവന്നു 

 “മരണം വരിക്കില്ലാ

            കടയ്ക്കു ജീവനേകും."

വിധിയോ സ്വന്തം  തട്ടിൽ

          മർത്യനായ്  വച്ചതെല്ലാം, 

കയത്തിൽ വീണെന്നാലും  

          സ്വീകരണം , കരണം.

ക്ഷേത്രം= ശരീരം 

പത്തനം= വീട്

The Castle in the Air!

 

The name Amita Raj, gifted her parents;

a youth, just twenty-three years old,

looking pretty, bearing a smile of gold,

she was in the morn of her life.

 

Her face was a cute bloom at the dawn,

with decent-done hair-do and modest jeans,

 to hate her, no way for others;

 her visage was painted in charming manners.

 

Her greatest dream was soaring in the air,

displaying her doctoring with faults rare.

She was content, had no gloom,

and of course her work was her plume.

 

Ready she was to follow any trend,

sensing love and mercy as an apt blend,

fixing a stethoscope around her neck,

moved she, as a kin among the sick.

 

Like a honeybee toiling around plants

Fluttering to earn dainty in plenty,

Amita kept helping for the ailing,

be off their ache by words so sweet.

 

Alas! one day, a man in rags, insane,

 sharp scissors into her neck, inserted;

 intense narcotics, very dense

had sucked entirely his common sense.

 

A doctor with a mind full of ideas

to cure sincerely, the destitute,

had built a Castle of good thoughts;

God! It was a palace in the air. 

Tom’s Granddaughter!

 Tom’s granddaughter was an obstinate seven-year-old, named Tessa. She was enjoying the sweet  smile of blooms afresh. She never touched any blossom, letting them to cling to the bosom of viewers.   At dawn itself she bemoaned for pastry, which her grandpa lovingly handed over. Delightfully licking the cake, she ran to the gate to perform her routine observation of people and vehicles passing by. The pedestrians, many have reduced their number on the road by moving their physique to four wheels.

 

Then she watched a mother with two daughters, walking on the pavement, the little one in her hand.  The elder kid, a wee bit back, was bewailing for her belly need. The mom and the kids cut a sorry figure, having a pale-looking skin with no muscle to fill in. They were in rags and their hairs looked matted. The infant was comfortably  sleeping on the shoulder of her mother.

 

Suddenly Tessa opened the gate and rushed to the lamenting baby. She stumbled down on the pavement, but managed to keep the cake edible. The beggar mother forgetting her dirty appearance helped Tessa up and Tessa handed over her cake to the elder daughter, some paint had vanished from her knee.

 

Grandpa hearing the gate’s sound, arrived at the incident, which he could not bear. By the time his legs carried him to the spot,  the matter was over. He thought his darling was being abducted. He pulled out from the quiver his weapon of shouting and questioning , “ How dare you touched my baby with dirty hands?  Hadn’t I have reached here, you would have taken our child to your lot.” The oldie’s age was not primed to suit the new age.

 

His rage expanded to a mountain and he rang to the police, who at once carried the beggar woman to the station. Tessa though moaning softly, tried to pacify her grandpa, but he turned a dead year to her.

 

Tessa narrated things to her mom, whose cuisine schedule kept her unnoticed about the incidents.

 

Tessa’s pop ran to the police and rescued the woman and promised them some substantial help. Tessa had followed the poem-words, taught in the class, “ Little act of kindness makes the Earth an Eden.”

 

 

 

 

 

The Inspiring Awe!

 

Beautiful are adjectives in the scripts,

the scripts revealing all that loom in your thoughts.

Cute, naughty, with inspiring awe, the nature

spawns brightness for the beholders'  right views.

 

 Exact attires apt, the describers for nouns,

providing them with charming looks at viewers' views,

hold well in their wombs uncountable riddles,

riddles, many with or without solutions.

 

 Smile fully or partially, the solutions,

ending up in modifiers of many kinds.

 How can you all account for brain-teasers?

Simple? Tough? Ridiculous? Oh! No, fittingly.

 

Adjectives that will rightly light upon

objects to tell you about their exact effects;

yes, our hearts revolve around them well

 provoking and promoting movements.

 

Had there been no adjectives and adverbs,

Dull and dry and arid will be people's minds.

 Add spices adjectives, to words, helping readers

 retain things in their aesthetic hearts to relish.

 

‘Hard’ work, not mere work, carving catchy pictures,

pictures of gains and attainments, marches forward.

In cute babes, lovely skies and splendid blooms

'cute,’ lovely' and 'splendid' hold the nouns abreast. 

 

Qualifiers  forgetting nouns and nouns

Flinging adjectives can win no hearts. 

Hunting great success and  hurting failures

surface from comparisons and relations.

 

No comparison, and no compulsion from 

 within, precipitating no spellbound result,

 stimulating no souls, pursue no goals;

Describers, thou art the drizzling elixir.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Son’s Birth!

 

 

Why was Vasundhara alone? No, she had a sincere domestic help home.  She picked a time van and journeyed in the time-line to reach thirty years back. Her husband Vasudev was in fact a lovable man, the couple met their needs with a scanty income. They in the desire of a boy, had parented three girls one after another.

Vasudev, a lower grade clerk in a government office, came back home as a cadaver on a scooter accident. Vasundhara’s mind attained utter darkness, because a question mark hung above her life as Damocles’ sword.

 Oh! She recognized the growth of the fourth baby in her womb. Despite the advice from her parents and in-laws, for abortion, she rejoiced at her baby’s soft face.

 Now looking at the three innocent babies between three years and seven, and her neonatal son, her conscience woke up to the post of a domestic help. She hadn’t revealed to others what her job was.

The Time turned its leaves of seasons, Vasundhara’s burden became weighty. The elder daughter got into a four-year Nursing degree course and her sisters followed it. Children’s education period was indeed a chaos for their mother, though bank-loans acted as wings. The daughters and son had really learned the barriers, their mother had to leap over, therefore, no negligence was marked from their side.

The girls are abroad now after the wedding. The son is now in a gazetted position in Mumbai. Each gain she considered as a tribute to her dear husband, who at the age of thirty six deserted her. She rowed in hardships, but successfully reached ashore.

Old age had sent her parents and in-laws to their final abode. Happy though, of late, her mind enters into unwanted apprehensions.  Her son never heeded to his Amma’s* request for finding a girl.  It remained as a headache for Vasundhara.

She was reading the newspaper sitting in the parlour of her dwelling, a news struck her mind- the supreme Court has squashed the writ petition filed by a group of gays for legal acceptance of gay-wedding.

Vasundhara shuddered at one word, she read it once more, her son’s name among the petitioners. She can in no way accept lesbians and gays, then how their nuptial union!

  

 

 

 

Routine!

 

At dawn in my bed I am alert,

Speedily leap to the floor, my feet.

In the washbasin for tooth-bathing

Briskly, I walk to the brush holder.

The tap smiles when I fight with lather,

Washes it in haste, well the water.

The teeth are ready for a sweet smile,

Though my dawn duty allows them not.

The kitchen wails hard if I am late,

I am in prayer; I ask him to wait.

Seeing my legs near, he rejoices,

The gas stove receives me readily. 

I reach her with a potent lighter. 

Lovingly, Lighter hugs and strokes her.

Solacing the ones there, when in cold,

The diet she cooks and keeps on hold. 

The food-smell invites inmates;

Lavishly, I serve sumptuous food.

Expressing no sign to me, for thanks,

Eaters save in their hearts much delight.

The workplace well, awaits the employees

To resume yesterday-planned-works.  

My mind flies to the office far off,

 carries the physique not fat, fast.

Events are recurrent every day,  

Seldom leisure for the poor kitchen.

Holidays ah! Are rare to be done, 

All these things have become my routine.