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Tibetan Prayer Flags

A friend of mine has a string of these flags in her room, right by the window. And everytime I’ve been to her room, I’ve been filled with an odd sense of well-being. If you’re unaware of the history of Tibetan Prayer Flags, I urge you to read a little here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Five coloured,
finespun linen
filled with
fervent hymns,
flutter on a fickle wind.

Floating,
fleeting,
fluid air
dances amongst
the flimsy layers.

Creating harmony,
balancing chi;
weathering winds,
sun & storms
stoically.

Filled with hope,
longing,
and peace.
Spreading serenity
endlessly.

These flutter in
the scorching sun.
Until they fade
into oblivion.

Until someone else
comes along,
with another aspiration,
a brand new song.

To string another
stream of hymns
and invoke
innumerable blessings.

This post is part of the contest Tibet: Roof of the world. Its people : Roofless.. on WriteUpCafe.com inspired by the Photo Fiction book

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Night Light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I light
a wee, little
flame
every night.
To keep
darkness
away.

I shroud it
in a marble
casket,
so it doesn’t
shine
unrestrained.

It sits by the
doorway,
forlorn all night;
on the cold,
winter floor.

As I sleep soundly
in my bed,
assured
i’m not alone.

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Distance

You say “the distance
is because
of time and space.”
I think…
“it’s because
of all the things
we no longer say.”

When I ask
“are we ok?”
You hesitate.

When big fights
are swept away
and small ones
fester for days,
you say “we’ve got stuff
on our plate.”
I think…
“Will this seal
our fate?”

 

Disclaimer:
And before anyone starts questioning me on why I’m morose or if I’m going through heartbreak, let me make it clear. Distance is the most cited reason for drama in most relationships and I’m just writing something on it. Has nothing to do with my life. Please save the curiosity for another day? 🙂

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How I Braved Anu Aunty…

 

If you were to look through my bookshelves (they fill up an entire room and then some…) you’d find an eclectic mix of books from an equally eclectic range of writers. You’d find quite a few Indian authors but barely any of the fluff fiction that passes for writing these days. Truth be told, there are less than 10 of them. And apart from one or two, they’ve all left me miserably disappointed. Some, I haven’t read beyond the initial chapters and the forever loved ‘A thing beyond forever’ was so particularly painful that I lasted a mere half page. I wanted to gouge my eyes out over that compilation of paper I wouldn’t wipe poop with. Which is why I’m always filled with trepidation when someone recommends a National Bestseller. But then, I saw a friend of mine promoting “How I braved Anu Aunty” on facebook and I was intrigued.

For one, the cover page had no crappy insinuations to love or engineering colleges. And then, the caricature of Anu Aunty was just hypnotic. I wanted to pick up the book just to look at that big head with a bigger bindi! 😀  But I didn’t. I thought this would be another one of those fluff fiction books which would have poor grammar, crappy writing and absolutely nothing worth my time. Even though the name of the book alluded to an entrepreneurial story, I was sceptical. But then…I read reviews – good ones. And I still didn’t pick it up because I needed to trust the reviewer. I’d read waay too many good reviews of far too many abysmal “writers” (and I use this term in its most loose connotation here). I know what you’re thinking…and yes, I am a snob. After the massive heartburn that was Chetan Bhagat’s Five Point Someone,(shudder, puke, puke some more) the more hyped a book was, the more cynical I’d become. But then, I saw that Rupa published it. And a teeny voice inside me said, “well, they have good sensible editors. Maybe the story won’t be good but atleast there will be no pathetic language being written off as how youngsters talk.” You see, what Mr. Bhagat had failed to recognize was that when he came out with five point, I was a youngster and I was the exact age of his protagonist and no sir, I did not talk like that. Nor did my friends or their friends. Anyhow, with good reviews and a good publisher, this book made its way onto my reading list.

It was a massive headache to source this book and I think I have to sever my long standing relationship with Flipkart because of their shoddy customer service. So when, after almost 3 months of scouring for the book, it made its way into my hands on Saturday night, I just had to start reading it. And what a read it was.

I loved this book. The last time an Indian author had made me laugh out loud as much as he did was when Anuja Chauhan came out with The Zoya Factor back in 2008! I started reading it today, sometime in the early evening and I was faced with a dilemma. This book is such a simple read and it flows so effortlessly that even before I realized, I’d polished off half of it and I felt cheated. I wanted to slow down and savor it and yet, I had to speed up because I was eagerly awaiting the next Anu Aunty dialogue. This book just swooshed past and made my day so very cheery.

It’s not like I found nothing wrong with the book. I can almost always find flaws. And I did. But the most refreshing change was that the characters spoke in a language which was identifiable. The dialogues weren’t stilted or forced. There was no spelling error or glaring grammatical offence. Even the sprinkling of Bollywood music and thunder and lightning was done very cleverly. Even before the author commented on them being present, because of the narrative, I was always expecting it and I would always pause to wonder just which tune would be more apt. What was also very refreshing was that there was no moaning or sighing for a woman. There was, however, a lot of it because of a woman (adorable anu aunty). Friendships were real and not glossed over. Crises were also relateable.

My only tangible regret is that the situation with Aahaana could have been more interestingly explored and Devika’s date was almost like a third forelimb. Awkward and quite frankly, I didn’t see the point of it. I don’t get that tangent at all.

But the one thing this book managed to do, was to change my opinion. I might not pick up every fluff fiction out there even now, but if it sounds intriguing, I might atleast pick up the book to read the back cover. I’m not sure fluff fiction is exactly where this book stands but I know for a fact that it isn’t literary. And I think, therein lies the beauty of Anu Aunty. It isn’t trying to be anything. It isn’t pretending to be a mass produced book, nor is it trying to be transcendental.

The author says that he’s not a writer but a story teller and frankly, I have to disagree. His story is fabulous but what stood out was his narrative. His writing has potential. After all, did I mention that it changed my opinion? That of a self proclaimed, proud, extremely critical literary snob? That counts for a lot.

And there you go people…my first ever book review!

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Untitled

Somewhere,

amidst the darkness

and the landscaped

greenery,

I sit on a rickety chair

directly below a tree.

I gaze all around

at nature’s bounty

and within

the confines

of my infinite mind…

I muse aimlessly.

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Scurrying Home

 

Straining towards
the setting sun;
soaking in
the last rays
of sunlight.
I spread my petals
far and wide,
to touch the
tired, tepid rays.
The tiny ant
scurries down
the stalk,
as it sways
in the sorrowful,
setting light.

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Dhanteras

Diwali, to most Indians, is what Christmas is to the rest of the world. It’s a supremely hectic 4 day celebration which starts on Dhanteras and goes on till the day after Bhai Dooj. It’s a beautiful time to visit my country and to soak in all the wonders that is Indian culture.
Maybe once the festival is over, I’ll get down to describing it. But for now, after a long day spent appeasing the Gods, Happy Diwali to you…
Dhanteras literally means multiplication of wealth by the factor of 13. For Hindus, 12 is an inaspicious number and I have no clue why we specifically multiply wealth by 13. But…I’ll delve deep into the bottomless pit of Hindu Mythology at some other point in time.
For now, best wishes for a prosperous new year (by the Hindu Calendar) and may all your wealth, intelluctual, physical and spiritual multiply by 13. 🙂

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