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Of Growing Up with a Long Nose

Not everyone gets to grow up with a long nose, unless of course it is right on your own face!

It is a unique feeling when most of the times you are nothing but the girl with the long nose.

At family gatherings, you are everybody’s punching bag, for jokes like your turning to call them with a nudge with your nose, makes you think that you actually have a trunk , or do I really?! I wondered.

In my childhood innocence, I dreamed of growing up to earn enough to trim mine. A nose pin to distract the general public from looking too closely at the splendor of my long nose is still an idea that keeps coming to the mind.

There are times  when I felt as if my long nose traveled faster than I did in its name and fame and form.

It had some fans, some times it fanned jealousies, but mostly it evoked mild ridicule.

Imagine being called out in your college for having a long nose! That was terrible.

Luckily there were many in my family that suffered from the same ‘malady’ that we could actually be called collectively the ‘long nose people’.

Within the family though we secretly declared that it was a sign of intelligence and substantiated this finding with proof from public life to give ourselves the confidence to  carry it around.

It is true that in winters, my nose tip is the polar region facing blazing snow storms and freezing to death while other parts of me could be in different temperate zones!

Well, once though at a wedding in Varandharapilly in Kerala when all others could easily gulp the delicious payasam from their steel tumblers, I struggled to get one drop to my mouth as the nose, the tip of the nose pretty much blocked my vision and the access to the sweetmeat!

Often a frothy drink would hit my nose even before I get to taste it. My cherry colored or coffee tinged nose is the cause of a laughter riot for my daughter that I sometimes let it be.

Life’s twists and turns however, took me far away from the mundane worries of the ‘nose’ and presented to me far greater challenges, that in the course of time, I have not only learned to live with my nose, accept its inevitable presence in my life but also eclipse its importance with suitably padding the cheeks and the jawline with enough fat that the poor nose is losing its prominence on my facial landscape!

Well! all this thought triggered by the ‘nosies’ being posted by a distant member of my sisterhood, of restoring the pride of owning a long nose!

Let the movement begin!

Let us restore our lost pride in our own nose

And you….don’t poke your nose into others affairs!

PS:
Thank you 

 

Sometimes stop by

‘Sometimes just stop by’

I told the wind

and he smiled

‘if I come too often

you might not want me anymore’

he murmured.

I countered

eager to please

afraid of losing

what came after much waiting

‘when you come

you bring hope

breeze from everywhere

fragrances of trees you touched

stories of lands you passed by

the screams from seas you roared

the dreams of maidens you caressed

passions of princes yearning for love

people kneeling in hope and prayer for more

of children who are protected in innocence

of old age scents mushy in love

young men singing songs to the beloved

young women dancing to the tunes of the heart strings.

Through you I see, feel the pulse

of a world that turned cold to me

of the sky that stopped smiling

the clouds with stilled sails

of a heart burning in rebuke,regret and retrospect

come, therefore, often, stretch your limbs at my gate

step in for some light banter and then choose to fly away.

 

Of Women at Play

It was a team event. Most women like yours truly, refused to participate, at least initially. Then some of us agreed to cheer for others and then well, went on to play.

What an experience it was! To feel the ground beneath your feet, to feel free and competitive, and to be part of a game, though most of us did not know the ‘T’ of Throw Ball.

Some body said, ‘it has been 20 years since I played any game’. ‘Me too’, joined another!

Most of the women were not used to sports, may be a little bit of running in school times but definitely nothing after adolescence. No wonder then that the game was clumsy at best except for the spirited fresh and fit youngsters who knew what they were doing.It was great to watch them, more enthusiastic, better trained, and more in groove with themselves taking the lead, it was great as well, to be able to do whatever was possible, if only to stand by and cheer like John Milton said, ‘They also serve who only stand and serve’.

Yet the outdoor experience was fun. It was a great time for some female bonding, across departments, away from the digital screens and the classrooms and the usual pressures of teaching.

I was thinking of the very ‘womanly hesitation’ to get out and be yourself.

Hitching up sarees and hitting the ground does not come easy, overcoming consciousness of the body, the appearance, risking the look to look dirty, unkempt is not easy either, but then when the girls got down to play the game, there was obvious cheer and much celebration.

Where are the public spaces for women? Where can our girls go out for a walk, or go running or just get together and play a game without being objectified?

Where are the public places for just walking,sitting down and chatting or trying a game of badminton or kho kho?

The simple pleasures of living are denied to most women, yes, especially women!

Public toilets are still  a luxury in our country, perhaps its too much to expect spaces for public recreation!

Maybe!