Truth be said

the rhythm in your body is the rhthym of the skies

the voice in your soul is the voice of the universe

your color is from the palettes of living

your wisdom is from your forefathers

the love in your heart is a call from above

you are the best you will ever know

do not muffle what is inborn

love, nurture and hold

splinters of every pain

rays of each smile

radiance of every hug

a handshake or a nod

know that the winds call you

the skies look out for you

the stars search wisdom in you

being the centre of the universe

that you are

do not belittle love, life and living

do not hold ire, hatred or angst

live and let live

the universe roots for you.

Aging well!


yields way to belief

strange things begin to occur

like manifestations of love

of loved ones who gather

to cheer and hold

when cynicism parts

to make space for faith

magical reunions of souls alike

happen out of the blue

holding on to memories

simple simple talks

walking together

or catching upon a movie

or just chatting

life is beautiful with friends

Age sits well

in kind hearts and compassionate souls

and says simply

live and let live, my love!

Live up every moment.

Dreadful dreams

What is with


throwing up


far too far from reality



sheer torture

what ails the mind

what fuels the hope

what drives desire

what pushes the soul

to reach out

into nothingness


break the mask of fantasy

tear the facade of illusion

truth lives by

turn, acknowledge, embrace.

Ps: what draws the line between truth and fantasy!

A Severe Case of Engineerititis

After the deadly meningitis or brain fever that attacks the brain is the equally deadly, slow and steadily degenerating impact of engineerititis.

It is usually common among parents with kids of colleageable age. In such cases, when the child, only or the other wise, approach this all important age, the mother or the father or both together under the all important advice of the omniscient neighbors, uncles, aunts, teachers and other such luminaries tend to commit their child forcibly to engineerititis.

Infact, the more averse the kid is to this way of lifelessness, the more adamant the so called well wishers are to compel the child to follow the path of engineerititis so that whatever part of the brain that is still functioning can go numb, number and numbest… if you know what I mean.

The impact of engineerititis is such that a parent with a new born child or a prospective arrival of a child is already looking for institutions of absolutely no thinking and only rote-learning where they will admit their darling.

This they do with the sole intention of saving any sort of thinking hazard to the child who will be subjected to problems after problems with no play or breath.

This can definitely create problems for normal people but in the case of a family affected by the deadly virus of engineerititis, the more glum the child, the happier the parent, after all no time is wasted!

In this manner by periodically and systematically stuffing the brain of their child with matters of the highest non thinking order, they equip the child to face the world sorry, hit the desk job.

The process said some thinking children is painful, infact, very painful.

But the advantage is that you don’t lose your brains, I mean, you don’t kind of use it because life is all about short cuts and easy solutions and if you have the solutions, you get it.

PS: Leave the child alone!

The Canvass

It has been the same

the canvass

on which she poured colors

vibrant, dramatic, dark

the faint faces

seemed the same too

over the years

nothing changed

figures, forms

a woman of small means

smaller space

tiny winy little drops of life

small insignificant living

sometimes she turned around

in anger

filling her canvass with hatred

sometimes hours of humor

or simple jealousies

small yet eventful fantasies

tiny dashes of anger

sprouting emotions

yet this canvass

the essence of who she was

has been the same

small in many ways

insignificant to many others

yet true to her self

when I felt love

she said, I felt it well

when I don’t, I don’t

where is the space for

intervals in loving

she said turning to me

long intermissions

has been my pattern

said the other

sager, wiser perhaps or not

my dreams are ordinary

my moments are simple

hence my life is thus

so be it

said I and walked away.

small insignificant lives

there was nothing big about his dreams

they were of everyday

walk, run, talk

marry, he said

have children

yes,yes, go to work

come to a loving wife

and smiles

some sorrows

little bits of anger

spicing up life

but you see, a happy story

so to say

that is what he wanted

so when matrimonial ads were read for fun

he said, send my name

or get me started

the wheel chair was not a barrier to dreams

nor to smiles and nods of love

or to music that seemed to fill his life

simple, simple in his words

modest, modest in his wildest dreams

the universe, though, like a tough taskmaster

said to him

‘no, not this for you

a bit of laughter

just a bit, not too much

it will spoil you thoroughly’

he smiled innocently

whatever, if you decide

who can ask otherwise

sometimes in the rains

his voice came floating from away

far away,far far away

a voice of love and care

mostly compassion

does he seek his soul sister

does he seek a friend

does he reach out in fragrance

wafts of heavenly scents

filling the vacuum

I am not so dramatic

perhaps he would say

I am rather simple

my life and passing away too

has been common, too common

even to me

yet, such is life

such are lives

small, insignificant lives

yours and mine.

you are too delusional

far too given to imagination

he smiled tenderly

she looked on

radiance in her eyes.

Soul Time


sit down


be very quiet


close your eyes


breath deeply


see yourself

at close quarters


thank the universe

thank your wonderful servant

the body at your service

thank each of your struggling limbs

wallowing in neglect


show some love

to yourself, your each limb




shed expectations

it’s a good day, today

live it well.

PS: A friend of mine is suffering from Tinnitus but perhaps more from exhaustion, over thinking and running around. Sit down sometimes, just sit.

New Mantra


is when you walk away

with a smile twinkling in your eyes

shed a weight from your heart

make space for what is new

even when waistlines grow in girth

hold on to hope and happiness

and realize

what you thought was never there

go, get a new canvas

go, get some colours

go, get some souls

go, gather some experiences

go on live your life

onward to destination

some drop, some give up

yet the drive continues

renew, reinvent

most of all

keep up the smiles.

PS: Late but wise, new mantra

Tumbbad, ho jao barbaad!

When you meet your dearest girl after a long time, how do you celebrate, what we usually do is to catch up on a movie , with some pop corns and other celebratory items for the feel of it and so we sat down to watch Tumbbad and I told my daughter, it feels so good to have you back and to be able to do this’. We smile as we crunch popcorns.

Well, Tumbbad is what Indian cinema never had so far. A horror flick with a sound story line , not a moment of drudgery and gripping till the last scene.

What makes the film interesting is its very Indian concept. the setting, the social milieu as reflected in the film.

A treasure hunt is not alien to no Indian. We have all grown up on stories of treasures hidden in palaces, temples, homes, under ground and what not. In fact, even to this day, the greed for the boon of treasure is what drives a whole lot of us to our all-knowing babas.

I can’t help recall the urge of one such to meet babas who will answer all his existential queries and how it destroys what he had altogether. Sounds too familiar right!

The casting in Tumbbad is so perfect that the actors live their roles and the effect on the viewer is stupendous. This makes it difficult to pick up a favorite actor from the movie. It is definitely movie that is class apart and worth more than one watch.

I was reminded of how achan had taken me and my younger brother to Palakkad to watch My dear kuttichathan. We were staying in Ottapalam and movies were not so much our thing, but achan is an avid lover of arts and used to watch movies regularly and even attend all musical concerts, especially when we stayed in Vijayawada.

I remember the awe with which we watched huge bowls of ice cream, magically manifested apart from various adventures of kuttichatan and his friends in the movie.

Definitely, My dear kuttichatan was a path breaker in Indian cinema, the first 3D film in the country.

A good film is a story well told, let’s hope for more well made films from India.

But I should not miss mentioning Rangi Tharanga, a Kannada film which attempted something similar and perhaps equally successful.

Thank god for movies and those who know to tell a story well, how poor our lives would be without them!

divine Item

“These are the two, no three items left here. Earlier we had a variety of items”, the man was insistent on calling the gods in his family temple items, and I tried to look for reverence but did not find any, not surprisingly, though.

He was casual in his conversation,his attitude relaxed as if he was talking about some of his eccentric , some times unwieldy neighbors or friends.

“In the honor of these’items’, the man continued.” we conduct 3 annual celebrations in the temple”, his family temple, run by the family trust.

“Women,” he smiled, ” no, no, we only handle everything, of course they all support even the youngsters, not all, but there are some who are keen to help. So we kind of manage and the locals also come. So for so good.”

“The family astrologer looks up the horoscope and every now and then he finds a loop hole, a planned revenge by one of these”, no this time he didn’t say items?!. “Of course, the relatives, even those from far have started to believe and now every year, we have at least 3 major festivals. more like a get- together.”

One of the items,” he added “is Bhagavathy, but she is pretty docile, that is how she is in our temple. Otherwise it is not going to be easy, you see”.