Painted on Canvas after ages! still a work in progress…
Moments spent nestled,
comforted by thoughts of you,
drift away as beautiful dreams,
only to mold real ones that
disappear even faster.
Wafting in your scent,
I breathe in your soul
As my lips find yours and
my arms, a home.
A moonlit sky,
Canopy of stars,
Whisper of a breath,
The dewy eyes,
The endless wait,
A hug, we must.
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 🙂
Thank you for your support
Play with my words.
Let them dribble down your lips
like pearls of wisdom,
dressed in poetry
(apologies for my absence)
Before you jump to conclusions, I would like to add that I am only talking from personal experience here and in no way do I intend to hurt any sentiments.
I was diagnosed with non-gestational choriocarcinoma (ovarian cancer) at the tender age of eleven (yes, even before I started menstruating). Two major surgeries and five rounds of chemotherapy later, I was declared cancer free and thankfully, I continue to be so. And let me tell you I am NOT proud of it. In fact, there was nothing heroic about me ‘battling’ cancer as people like to call it. I was blessed to have a supportive family who could afford the expensive medication. I was blessed to have a school that allowed me the flexibility of studying from home for the duration of the treatment. I was blessed to have the best doctors at Tata memorial Hospital (Mumbai, India) and yes, I was lucky that it was diagnosed early. To be honest, I behaved like any other school kid – throwing tantrums and refusing medication, if not cursing my parents for feeding me ‘wheat grass’, threptin biscuits and all that crap.
Dear readers, here is a short story I wrote some time ago. Hope you like it!
“I can’t wait to go to Mumbai!’ he cried, jumping up and down around his mother, who didn’t seem to share his enthusiasm. But of course, he didn’t let that bother him. He was too excited to care.
“Stop irritating me, Rama.” His mother was busy in the kitchen, her fingers expertly kneading the dough for the hot rotis (Indian bread) they were to have in a while. He plopped himself onto the platform, beside the dough bowl, desperate to get her attention.
“Do you know what I plan to do there?”, he asked, holding his mother’s face in his tiny hands, forcing her to look at him.
I remember reading the epic as a kid, as part of the curriculum in school, wondering what I was supposed to learn from it. I couldn’t quite figure out what it had to say in the end, if there was a moral of the story I was missing. All I took away from it at that point was that there were a few good guys and a bunch of bad guys, who happened to be brothers. They ended up on opposite sides in a war for the throne. Eventually, the good guys won, albeit by cheating.
Now, that is no summary of the magnificent story, but an idea of how it was imprinted in my mind. The way it was taught in schools, there was a clear division between the good and the bad and yet if you read closely, you could see that the good people weren’t so good after all. Every character in the story had shades of grey and yet the Pandavas earned respect while the Kauravas were vilified.
Today, after all this time, reading ‘The Difficulty of Being Good’ by Gurcharan Das, I could see what I was missing. The book explores what ‘Dharma’ means in today’s world and what the Mahabharata had to say about it. It brilliantly revisits the epic and delving into individual traits of the primary characters, explores what it takes to be good in a world that is inherently bad.
The Mahabharata profoundly proclaims– “What is here, is everywhere. What is not here, is nowhere”, and does full justice to the statement. At no point does it try to explain away any of the character’s actions to blind faith, making it anything but a religious document. At every stage of the story, the author (a secular, himself) observes, the epic takes time to dwell upon the implications of the characters’ actions and resists the urge to pass moral judgements. It neither glorifies its heroes, nor does it put down the losers. The most important lesson it has for us is to follow one’s ‘dharma’ (loosely translated, it means an “ideal version of ones’ own character”) and to be compassionate, which is what ultimately leads the central character to heaven.
Definitely worth a read, with or without judgements!