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Who are they? Why do they do it?

Usually I do not write posts about current affairs or world happenings. But sometimes it is hard to not get affected. The Bangalore and Ahemdabad blasts have left me shaken. My children talked to me about it.I had no answers to give them. I painted a picture.They understood its meaning.I also wrote a poem. I am sharing both with you. ******************************************************** Who are they? And why do they do it? The day’s newspaper lies beside me Screaming, shrieking, yelling Silently A vortex of turbulent emotions Wash over me in Giant waves Like watching my mother getting raped Helplessness, anger, grief I cope in the only way I know I paint No figures here or pretty pictures It is only blood And the mindless, senseless ,guiltless killing How does one portray a million tears? How do you capture piercing anguish? My Children watch me Mummy ,she asks Why do terrorists kill? For them it is fun, he replies. Wh

Textually yours

Really sorry--I have had to remove this post as it will soon appear in a book. Making it available online would have been very unfair to my publisher who has placed so much trust in me. I hope you enjoy the other posts as much as you enjoyed this one. A heartfelt thanks for your support and understanding.Thanks for continuing to read what I write.

Prickers incorporated

The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that there indeed are some people who derive great happiness or at least satisfaction from putting others down. It makes them feel slightly superior and gives them a strange, sadistic kind of satisfaction, perhaps because they feel inadequate in many ways. It does not make their actions excusable though, nor condonable. I call these people the ‘Prickers’. Often, what they say is very cleverly disguised and you are left wondering whether they actually meant it as a put down or whether they said it casually. If you bring it up, they would probably brush it aside, saying that you are over-reacting, and of course it was not meant to hurt. But the fact is it leaves you feeling a little unhappy, a little less than what you were. The best way to judge whether or not it is a put down is to pay attention to how it made you feel —never mind what the person who said it intended . If you felt bad, or insulted or a little less than what

Love and Internet

Snippets of actual conversation during the last one week, reported verbatim. This was between me and my 10 year old son, after watching jaane tu ya jaane n a .We were driving home, after dropping my daughter at her dance class. I was concentrating on the road and nodding, only half listening “Mom.” “Ummm” “Having a girl friend is no fun. I don’t want to have a girl friend.” “Why?” “So boring. If she cries you have to console her and keep pacifying her. Ugh. I would rather play my GTA.” What could I say to that?! I just smiled. After two minutes— “Mom” “hmmm?” “Which one would you prefer—a boy friend or Internet?” “I would prefer a husband actually. Not a boy friend. Boy friends can ditch you easily. Husbands usually stay around.” “More than the Internet?” “Well—yeah. Internet cannot take you out, or cuddle you, or buy things for you or tell you things like you are pretty or you smell good.” “Hmm—that is true.” After five seconds--- “Was papa your boy-fr

Weekend Witches and Glitches

After a lot of planning, effort and co-ordination (not in that order necessarily) I managed to get tickets for the Saturday morning show for the whole family. This was for the latest craze of a movie that is sweeping the box offices, or so we have been told by box-office pundits, the movie experts and every entertainment channel worth or not worth their stupidity in the mindless sagas and reality shows they air. The only two songs worth watching had been viewed by me a hundred times already. My close friends had also been mailed the link to the youtube video with the lyrics (and the meaning of the lyrics as well for some of my friends who didn’t speak Hindi.) This was before I watched the movie . Anyway, I shall not say anything more, lest you intend to see it. After coming back from the movie, husband promptly fell ill. He had severe vomiting and an upset stomach. I could not even attribute it to the pop-corn at the movie, as all of us had consumed it as well (and we were

Life is calling

The other day when my mom was getting into bed, retiring for the day, she sighed in a matter of fact voice, exhaled deeply and said casually “ Hmm, one more day gone from our lives. Stock is getting depleted from the quota of allotted days.” The enormity of what she had just said sunk in slowly like the drizzle on a wet monsoon day that starts with just a slight shower and suddenly pelts down like a boulder in a landslide. It caught me unawares. She left two days back, to spend a week with my brother, but what she said in such a matter of fact way made a tremendous impact on me that I am still floating in those words, submerged — much like the water that surrounds everything in sight after floods due to incessant rain. It is so true. It is so simple. Why is it that we never think of it when we go to bed at night? I truly believe that each one of us has a quota of days on this earth. When the quota is over, no matter what, death comes calling. An ex-colleague of ours lost his only

250th post

Why are milestones so important? Like 100 th (If you are the producer of a movie that is doing well), 21 st ( (if you are a guy in India, who can’t wait to get married!) ,50 th (Sounds important for anything!) ? Maybe it is because we all need to see that we are going somewhere, progressing somehow, moving—going in the right direction.(Or some direction, as long as one is moving) Maybe it is because we need to mark our achievements, our tiny successes, how far we have come. Anyway—this is my 250 th post. Blogging has really given a new direction to my life, opening up a career path, which I really had not envisaged. While at college, I had won many Inter-college and Inter University creative writing competitions. After that, I moved on with life, and writing took a back seat. But it continued to be my refuge, the safe place that I could wrap myself in, when the rest of the world didn’t understand. I wrote poetry, short stories, humorous anecdotes, musings, (But did not sha

The trap-tag--25 things about YOU

If you have logged in to my blog for an entertaining, amusing read, which you obviously have, you are trapped! The door has automatically shut behind you. The windows too. There is no escape. So relax. I won’t eat you. Or bite. I promise. :-) Don’t panic and don’t try to leave. It is futile. You will be let out in a little while—so you might as well stay and enjoy, while you are here. The air conditioning is on and the temperature is comfortable. And there is a very comfortable, cozy bean bag. Have you sat down? Good! You are served a drink of your choice. In front of you are these twenty questions which you have to answer, using only ONE word. You can get as creative as you like—but ONLY ONE WORD. 1. Your cell phone? 2. Your significant other? 3. Your hair? 4. Your mother? 5. Your father? 6. Your favorite thing? 7. Your dream last night? 8. The room you're in? 9. Your fear? 10. What you're not? 11. The last thing you did before logging on? 12. Where di