One of my friends wrote in his blog ‘Coffee Complicates’ but I beg to differ. We complicate, i.e., the people who make up life complicate. Coffee, to say, just becomes a medium.

Why do we deliberately complicate our lives &, for that matter, of those around us? What do we gain out of it? & most importantly, how do we complicate? We complicate things when we speak before thinking, when we talk without considering the implications of our spoken words, when we have wrong priorities, when we attribute importance to those who deserve it the least, when we shed tears for reasons which are worthless – all this & much more complicates our lives.

Why do we do it? Simple, because we are unclear & unsure about ourselves. We believe we know best but fail to see the interpretation of this knowledge in the minds of others. What may seem harmless to you may actually appear a well – woven web of deceit for someone else. This may be unintentional.

But, at times, we do deliberately mess things up for ourselves. This happens when we do something that we know is wrong but we still do it. Why? Because we cannot control ourselves – we stop our minds from falling in the trap but cannot bind our hearts. This becomes the lethal step… towards our own annihilation.

Because we are bound to other people, our state affects them. Our problems burden them too. We end up complicating their lives. At times, this makes me feel it would have been better had we all been alone.

Lastly, what do we gain out of it? In uncharitable opinions, it is to gain sympathy. Maybe it is true. Who does not need sympathy? Even the strongest of people feel weak in the face of the harshest of adversaries. If not sympathy, they do need support however much they are strong within…


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Being Selfish

Is it so important to be selfish in this world? To some extent, yes; but to an extent where you do not care for anyone? Is that justified? I am told that it means to take good care of oneself; that it is necessary to be selfish to sustain oneself. But I beg to differ.

How can one even think about taking good care of oneself when you see living beings surviving in the most despicable of conditions? Doesn’t one’s well being transcend from the well being of others? At least for me, it does.

It is important for me that the living beings around me live in a conducive environment & lead a life devoid of sadness. Only then can I be happy. A small example – suppose you & your spouse meet with an accident. Who will you rescue first? As in, will you scoot to the hospital to get treatment for your injuries & then return (God knows when) to save your spouse? Sorry to say but by then, you may very well have lost her/ him. You would not behave the way you did if you realize the connection between you & her/ him. You would not, then, afford to be selfish.

I am told things like ‘Man is a social animal’, ‘Man lives in a society’ are GAS. Again, to an extent, yes; but, isn’t that the basic essence of life? We cannot live in isolation. We are made such that we have to be interdependent.

If every person starts being selfish, it will not be long before humanity is wiped out. It is one thing to be self – centered & totally different to be selfish. When you care about others even while caring about yourself, then, that is the way to live.

I request you to spare a thought for some poor soul on earth before being selfish. Your one act of selflessness may save one life in some way somewhere.


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A thought here & A thought there… & you nowhere!

There’s a reason, there’s a rhyme,

There’s a season & there’s wine.


Love & death come without a sound,

Between the coming & going is many a pound.


Hanging lanterns, shining light,

& the stars piercing the black night.


A quest to find a sky walk,

An endeavor to learn the moonwalk.


Many a door I’ve knocked,

The ones that opened are still locked.


The sweet fragrance of the smoky orange & lime,

What I meant to you, not even worth a dime.


Waffling Belgians & cheesy Swiss,

Your puckered lips & the sweet kiss.


Mistletoe & wreath side by side,

Kisses & shocks, part of the ride.


Sugar on my tongue, venom in my heart,

A tepee in the mountain, a pack of cards.


The David & the Goliath within me,

The warrior & the toddler within thee.


The solids, the stripes & the spots,

The checks, the kilts & the Scots.


Life, a mad scramble, leading nowhere,

Love, a big gamble, a worthless fare.


I see the smoke rising from the grave,

A sight to behold, the resurrection of the knave.


A dot a dash is my love for you in Morse code,

A period, a rash, a prince turned into a toad,

I love you, no statistics can refute, no mean, median or mode…


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A Mother’s Anguish

I am a mother – to a son, a daughter-in-law, a son-in-law and a daughter. Am I a good mother? I like to think so, for my children have turned out well. I have always been soft-spoken and gentle; I found it difficult to scold my children when they did some wrong. The disciplining bit was left to my husband. I was always the indulgent mother hen. Now, I wish, I had a strict bone in my body.

She made me realize this – my daughter-in-law. Is this a classic ‘saas – bahu’ story? Perhaps but it is definitely a rarity for me. It was love at first sight for me. She was shy, smiling & soft-spoken. She reminded me of myself. I knew she would be the perfect addition to my family. At the wedding, I beamed. I felt my family becoming complete.

In the beginning, I empathized with her when she chose to communicate with her parents and family more. After all, I had once been a girl too who had left her parents and come to an unknown household. There is, of course, hardly any girl who becomes comfortable with her in-laws from day one. I gave her time.

One thing led to another, even before the earlier one would subside. Even though we met only twice a year, I could feel her aloofness. Petty acts on her part surprised me; sarcastic comments even more. She would not visit us, but would go to her parents’ place at least thrice a year. She would not let me speak to my son. She would blanch when she heard we would be visiting.

I asked myself if I was the reason she disliked us. I could not find an answer. I had not hurt a fly in my life; it was just not me to upset anyone. I admonished myself – it must be me; but, she treated my daughter equally contemptuously. I had heard her declare openly that she had not wanted to be married into a family where there would be a sister-in-law. I wondered if my daughter had said something to her. She was equally clueless and hurt.

My grandchildren want nothing to do with their paternal grandparents either. I wonder what they have been told about us. Mercifully, my extended family has rallied behind us. It is not easy to see your world falling apart.

It is even more difficult to watch your son retreat into a shell. He tries hard to be normal but fails; so do we. He has given up trying to build a bridge.

I have introspected. I have spoken to my confidantes. I have tried reaching out to her. All in vain. I do not even know the crime for which I have been punished. It is not easy to go through each day knowing you are disliked.

More importantly, I fear for my son. I hear his house is not a home. He goes through the same turmoil I do.

Do you know what a mother’s anguish is? Imagine your life where you have been fired from work, the love of your life has left you and you have been diagnosed with a life-long illness. Now multiply this with hundred. That’s a mother’s anguish…

The last I heard – she lamented that in-laws’ love was not her destiny. I wipe away my angry, helpless tears. Maybe her preferred version would unfold in the future. Perhaps mine too, unless it is too late…


Note: I dedicate this to all the mothers-in-law who have not had an easy time due to their daughters-in-law. We are too used to reading/ hearing about evil mothers-in-law. The situation the other way around can be as painful.


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Did I love him? Yes. Once I had. Now I was unsure. Something inside me was breaking into pieces. The pieces were too small to be put together again. I felt my stomach churning when I thought of him. The image that came to me was of his inebriated self. High and happy – we had joked. It seemed a cruel one now.

Once I had cherished his touch. It gave rise to countless emotions within me. Now, the emotions were still countless but of a different nature. I recoiled when I thought of him touching me. He had claimed me. I was his property. Or so he thought.

I could feel him on my skin and I fought a wave of nausea. The sun had once been bright and warm. The nights were full of poetry and mystery. Now it all seemed farce. The universe conspired, not to give what you wanted but to extract what little you had left in you.

But then again, why did I blame something external to me? Was it not my fault all along? I had let him on in the past. If, then, I had refused this one time, why would he take it seriously? I had once read somewhere, ‘when a girl says no, it means a no.’ I smiled sardonically. The saying meant nothing.

Would I call it rape? I could not, could I? I had loved him once. Something inside me was weeping. I could feel it on my face too. Why were tears salty? I could feel the warm flow on my fingers. I could see everything turn dark.

White. And red. The pristine white bed sheet. And the red blood on it. My blood.


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Why does it all seem hollow? Why, even in the fullness of a dark night, there seems a void? Why is there a subtle pain in the heart, time & again? Why does a smile not even take a while to turn into a frown?

Why, despite knowing all flaws, do you long for someone? & why, in the lull of night, a memory turns to a smile & then into a tear? Why does loneliness claw at your heart, even when you know that this is the way it is meant to be?

Why do happy stories make you sad? & why do sad ones give you a sense of déjà vu? Why does anger envelope all other emotions when you are in front of the someone you have been longing for?

Why do you regret the past? Why do you wish you could make it better, if given a chance? Why does life sometime appear like a shell, with nothing inside? Why do tears sting your eyes without any rhyme or reason?

Why do you wish you were born in a different era? Or why born at all? Why do you crave for someone to love you when you loathe the very idea of love? Why do you wish you could start running and not have to look back? Why do you want to run into oblivion?

Why do you feel like starting life all over again? Why do you wish to do things and then not find the courage? Why does it all seem like a battle? Or a war? An immediate & terrible one? Why do you hate yourself & at the same time, hate the world?

Why do you have to cheer yourself up? When you look into the mirror, why do you feel it is someone else looking back at you? Why do nights seem so painfully lonely? Why do you not get what you want? & why do you never value what you get?

Why is adversity supposed to build your character when it wrecks you completely simultaneously? Why does it become easier to cry than it is to smile? Why, at times, you just want to give up? Why do you feel it will be so much easier to slip away?

Why do you turn to temporary highs, when all they bring are permanent lows? Why do you crave to be someone else, all the while treating that person with contempt? Why does irony and cynicism hit you first, before everything else?

Why does your life seem a terrible mistake? Why do you fear the future? Why do you constantly live in the past and future? But then again, why do you prevent your present from becoming reckless?

Why do you never feel satisfied with the way you are and the way things are and the way life is and the way the world is? Why, every moment, you strive to change yourself or the world? Why do you care, or love, so much it hurts?

Why are you unable to distance yourself from the very people, or things that touch you in inexplicably unpleasant ways? Why do you feel lonely in a crowd? & stifled in an empty room? Why does your life run past your eyes in flashes of images?

Why do you question the fairness of life? Why does a phone call, text, email create dread in you? Why do you constantly feel you have done something wrong though you have borne the pain all the while? Why do you feel the troughs are more than the crests?

Why do you feel unworthy despite knowing you are possibly in the top ten percent of the world population with respect to success and standard of living? Why does everything seem so meaningless?

Why do you immerse yourself in work to distract yourself from the painful memories? Why do you want the ‘good old days’ back? Why do you wait eagerly for tomorrow when you do not even feel your today is better than your yesterday?

Why do you wait, and hope, for life to begin, or sometimes end?


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A Life Well Lived… & Worthy of Death

She was called sunshine

For the sunny smile on her face

She was called puppy

For the spring in her pace


She was a fighter

She wasn’t known to be a quitter

The way she empathized

She was called a counselor


She had her naughtiness, she had her appeal

She was called the eternal temptress

She had a way with her eyes & her smile

& was rightfully the enchantress


She was as fresh as dew

She was as innocent as a bud

Her life an open book

Her face a window to her soul


She’d fallen & risen again

& fallen & risen yet again

She didn’t know why she was meant to fall

She didn’t know why she’d to endure pain


Her heart was torn to bits

Her soul bereft of any life

There wasn’t even the warm blood

If you cut her up with a knife


She grappled with questions

& she grabbed at answers, but all in vain

She didn’t see any reason

For all the misery & pain


Life, as she knew it, had ended

She looked back one last time

But it was too late; this is how it was supposed to be

She turned & she saw the greenery

She saw the mountains & the mist

& with his name on her lips

She stepped off the cliff…



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