Games Grandparents Play

“One more coin in the pocket and the game is mine!”
Granny’s eyes light up as she awaits her turn, playing carrom against my grandfather, who is considered a champion in the family. She is a great player herself, but winning against her husband gives a different high.

My grandparents have been playing this game for ages and it is quite endearing to see them play even today. Grandpa, particularly, being hard of hearing, finds it difficult to engage with anyone otherwise and mostly spends time reading the newspaper. But his strikes on the board are a delight to watch. Just when you think you have the game in your hand, he would pocket 5 coins in a row, all from different directions, leaving you spellbound!

My grandparents also keep scores strictly you know, that too on paper, after every round. No game is played just for fun. You either win or lose. They do not always play fair though, often fighting over their game, accusing each other of ‘cheating’ or pushing each others’ coins around….all part of their everyday afternoon post-lunch routine.

I sometimes wish I was half as good as them so I could participate too but I can’t help watching and enjoying their banter and wish them more colourful years ahead.
~ak

Who am I?

As we enter the second week of lockdown, I find myself asking such existential questions – the kind you would normally confront only when seated in a therapist’s room. I would have otherwise laughed it off, but today I decide to humour it a little and here’s how it goes…

The first seemingly obvious answer that comes to mind is of course I am me, Apurva. I am currently doing masters, having worked for a bit and so on..

Academics and career do define me to some extent but is that what makes me….me? I mean am I this Apurva, only because I am studying in so and so college or getting so and so degree? Is that all there is to me?

Having scratched the surface, I decide to prod a little more.

Then come the next set of “Maybe I am my personality, my looks, my fears, my inhibitions, my anxiety or my passion.”

But say I decide that my Apurva-ness lies in my interest in art, would that mean I am no longer Apurva if I chose to move away from this field? Now that doesn’t make any sense. I mean, people lose interest in things all the time, don’t they?

That brings me back to square one. Who am I?

What is that one thing that defines me? Is there a quality in me that is constant? Or is change the only constant? Well, then what’s the point of naming me Apurva, which means unique? Might as well have named me number 42000 or something like that.

I then happen to take a step back.

Maybe I am thinking this all wrong!

A flower in a garden, whether we call it a tulip or a rose, doesn’t really give a damn about the nomenclature, does it? It knows only to be, a flower- nothing more, nothing less.

So why can’t I be content just being a human? Why do I need to cling to a name, an identity that I can’t even really claim to be my own?

Why do I need to be distinct from everyone else?

Why can’t I be just the same?

And that’s when it hit me.

If everyone in this world thought about themselves as being essentially the same, there would be no nation, no religion, no name and no identity to fight over. People would have so much empathy for the other person that hurting them wouldn’t cross their mind.

And that’s not an easy thing to do, considering the way we are conditioned since childhood.

Maybe that’s why there are so few enlightened beings on this earth. And maybe that’s why it’s so difficult to get there.

~ak

Meet my granny

“You guys don’t let me work, otherwise I would have finished washing the utensils by now…”, says my granny, after being caught, stealthily going into the kitchen to do her favourite chore. My mom’s compassionate pleas of “But you are old now, you have worked hard all your life, why don’t you take some rest?” fail miserably to convince her. “But I get bored doing nothing. I like doing kitchen work,” she smiles, her toothless smile.

What can you say to that?

And so begins the race to finish the kitchen chores before granny even gets a chance to do anything!

Trust me, it’s not that easy.

Once I stepped into the kitchen, a good two hours before lunch to see if I could be of some help, and lo and behold! lunch was already ready…thanks to her!!!

I never quite understand what drives her to work this way, relentlessly, every single day with such passion and energy….

hats off to the ‘Great Lady of India’ as my grandfather jokingly calls her…but that’s another story…

Pretty woman (Oil paint)

Painted on Canvas after ages! still a work in progress…26677837_574250092913852_4365799334864170062_o

Moments…

Moments spent nestled,

comforted by thoughts of you,

drift away as beautiful dreams,

only to mold real ones that

disappear even faster.

~ak

Home

Wafting in your scent,

I breathe in your soul

As my lips find yours and

my arms, a home.

~ak

The hug

A moonlit sky,

Canopy of stars,

Whisper of a breath,

Sinful blush,

The dewy eyes,

Nervous touch,

The endless wait,

A hug, we must.

~ak

My Vegan Journey – new blog

Dear friends,

I have started a new blog- TheVegana\Artist2017.wordpress.com where I post my experiences and learnings of turning Vegan. Feel free to check it out, comment and share or even follow. You can also read the posts on the left side of the menu bar. Hope you enjoy it!

PS: I will still continue to be here 🙂

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