Author: shivam

  • More you give

    “More you give, more you get”. What is it?

    ‘Help’

    ‘No, abuses’

    ”More you fill up, more you have space’ . What is it?

    ‘Cotton wool bag’

    ‘No. Desire’

    “More you gift ; more she asks for?’ Who is that?

    ‘Your wife’

    ‘No, Chethal, wood worms’

    ‘More wrongs ; more pinches ‘. Who is that?

    ‘Your class teacher’

    ‘No. Your conscious’

  • My old garland

    Wild winds roared like hungry lions
    Flood, furious fire, all at once.
    The roof was about to fly, the home about to flood
    Pitch darkness, death howled like wolves at backyard.

    Raising my paining head, I pleaded,
    ‘You are the Maker and Master
    Who can face your ire?
    Be kind to agree for a swap’

    He roared; bending my head, I said
    ‘Be kind, carry me, leave my life behind’

    He carried her away like a garland
    Leaving this Kasipu behind!
    ‘Rascal!’, I cursed, but who cared ?

    Spring came, soothing wind, flowers bloomed
    Stars and moon glistened.
    The doors and windows became gold
    The roof silver.
    Angels danced.
    I pushed aside my inner gloom,
    Laughed like a newly wed groom.

    Came again, the Man-Lion God
    Shaking his bushy body, bushy head.

    ‘You Lord, here, to carry me
    or cut my stomach?’ I asked.
    Placing me on His laps
    He cut opened my belly
    Did some tricks; walked away.

    ‘Someone has shifted your hiding hyena
    To a safe place,’ said my doctor,
    ‘If not, you would not have been here
    But with your garland’

    Now my doors and windows are gold,
    Roof silver.
    Angels are dancing, the aroma of fresh flowers
    Seeps into my soul; but,
    Silently my soul weeps
    For my old garland .

  • I adore you, admire you, my mom.

    After an amazingly break less sleep, when I got up this morning with full vigor, I realized that there is no dearer friend or closer relative than sleep and penned this poem as a tribute.
    No other woman can take your place
    Incomparable is your grace
    Don’t know from where you land
    With feathers of peace and floating dreams!

    Coming close when I rest
    You hug me close to your chest
    Like a mother feeding her sprout
    With her milk, love and health.

    Unbearable is your absence
    Even for a night
    So strong is our bond
    But never saw your face !

    Never saw your face, albeit
    A moving shadow of your black veil,
    But the fragrance of your breath, I enjoy.
    As you come closer and closer.

    Never saw your hands
    But their silky smoothness, I enjoy
    When they move on my body
    Spraying flowers .

    You give me solace now and then
    And later, when time comes, will absorb me for ever.
    Sleep, my dearest friend and closest kin
    I adore you, admire you, my mom!

  • Stray thoughts

    “More you give, more you get”. What is it?

    ‘Help’

    ‘No, abuses’

    ”More you fill up, more you have space’ . What is it?

    ‘Cotton wool bag’

    ‘No. Desire’

    “More you gift ; more she asks for?’ Who is that?

    ‘Your wife’

    ‘No, Chethal, wood worms’

    ‘More wrongs ; more pinches ‘. Who is that?

    ‘Your class teacher’

    ‘No. Your conscious’


     

    Woman is born as woman.
    But, man becomes one by training.
    Train your baby son to become a man!

  • Young and pretty and other stories

    Ammalu, you are young, you are pretty’

    ‘I’m not young, but I’m pretty’

    ‘Please give me a thousand bucks, but don’t debit to my accounts’

    ‘I’m not giving you a paisa but thousand bucks already debited to your account’

    ‘How Ammalu? Under what rule?

    ”You are young, you are pretty’ rule. Your asking was as good as my giving you’


    Ammalu, an amazing news! Our sweet niece Anku had a dream of me, in the form of Mahavishnu holding Samku, chakram, gadha, Padamam. Now, you are worried in what form I will appear in your dream?’

    ‘Not at all. It cant’t be worse than the forms you take, before me, while awake’


    Ammalu, why don’t we pay a surprise visit to your mom and ask for a donation for our temple fund?’

    ‘You expect your mother to trust you when you say that you will construct a temple from her donation?’

    ‘For your mom I’m honesty in human form’

    ‘Ok. Then, go to the barber shop, get rid of the forest on your head. You made a surprise visit to her last evening when your shirt pocket developed a surprise hole and borrowed some cash, remember?’


     

    Ammalu, are you unhappy that you are not as good looking as I’m ?’

    ‘No.’

    ‘Why, Amnalu?’

    ‘Are you unhappy that you are not as smart, as intelligent and as efficient as I’m?’


    Ammalu, how is it that everyone knows you in the FB, though you are no where near it?’

    ‘Simple. I’m your breathe’

    ‘How are you sure about it? It could be another woman’

    ‘No way. I won’t allow another woman near you as long as you breathe through the designed openings’

  • From toenail to the top

     

    Head to toe, sorry, head to toe nails, need our care, attention. God created indicators like, pain, sweeping, itching, burning etc to draw our attention to the weak points.

    ‘Only the baby who cries get milk,’ say others, not the mother.

    Yes, our body parts need our close watch; Our family too.

    Our activities and our thought inputs and outputs too, need a close watch. Our word output too. Even on the words flowing into us, we should have a check. The source could be many including the Facebook. I observe ‘madi’, keeping my distance, with a few in the FB. Many reciprocate warmly. Good for them. Friends should be happy!

    Why am I towing you towards the toes ?

    For the past two months, my left toe was paining, no swelling, no shrinking, no colour change for the nails which retain the god given milky white.

    Our hair may change its colour but nails and toes, never.

    Toe after all, I thought first. When pain became intense, consulted two physicians and they gave different opinions.
    Then, I landed on the consulting room of a foot specialist, recommended by my Asthana physician, after a waiting period of one month. He is my insurance -approved physician who directs me to specialists, prescribes medicines, acts as a nodal agency for my health care.

    The podiatrist, foot specialist, tested the sensitivity of my feet as I’m a diabetic and blood circulation to the lowest parts of the body is likely to be affected. ‘Good, you can open the eyes’, she said, when I told her correctly the parts where she pricked with a thin needle.
    Then she scrubbed and pruned the nail, made it thin and gave me a cotton cap to wear on the toe, inside the socks.

    The hormone injections had upset my blood sugar values, which showed a trend upwards, despite increasing the dosage of medicines. ‘The toe pain should come when your blood sugar lever comes down’, she said, ‘anyway , let us keep a watch’

    The pain has come down in three days!
    How? Effect of her scrubbing and pruning the nail or the magic of the cotton cover ?

    ‘Why should you tell us this story, after all, toe?’ you ask.

    Just to bring to your attention the necessity of consulting specialists. And also to tell you the importance of toes and nails. Keep a watch on those too.

    You are not impressed, right?

    Wait a minute, please.

    ‘Nakha -deethithi samjanna namajjana thamoguna –
    (LalithasahasranAmam )

    Jagadjanani removes the thamas, darkness in the mind of her devotees by the sparkle of her nails!

    How pitch dark is thamogunam, imbedded deep in our minds! How dazzling will be Ambal’s nails, Powerful enough to annihilate the anthakaraasura, the demon of darkness!

    Another quote from LalithasahasranAmam:

    ‘KarAnguli nagholpanna Narayana dasAkrithi’

    The ten forms of Mahavishnu came out of the nails of the Jagadjanani.

    As a child, while learning LalithasahasranAmam, I used to imagine the amazing scene of emerging forms Malsya, koorma, varaaha, Narasimha and other avatharams from the finger nails, one by one, as the Goddess, opens up her fingers, one, two, three–

    Great!

    So, from where did we start and where do we end?
    We started with toe nail and ended at deivachintha, thought on divinity.
    Our elders constructed a temple or a pond or a peepul tree at the street corner, so that from whereever your start, you reach at a Devine space. Puthiya Kalpathy, Pazhaya Kalpathy, Chathapuram, Perinkulam, the list goes on.

    Starting point may be anywhere, try to reach a Devine destination.

  • A war between poets on rhyming

     

    There was a war like situation in the Malayalam literary world on dwitheeyAkshra prAsam in poetry. It was about using the same letter in the second place on all the four lines of a stanza, for better rhyming.

    Keralavarma Valiyakoyil thampuran (1845- 1914), a great scholar and elucidated writer in Sanskrit, Malayalam and English and a poet of repute from a royal family, ably supported by Ulloor S Parameswara Iyer, another great scholar and poet and many others were unambiguous in their conviction that dwitheeyAkshra prAsam was a must for Manipravalam compositions, which was the prevailing format of poetry then. In the Manipravalam style Samskritham and Malayalam were artistically combined just as diamond and pearl are used in making jewels. Keralavarma Thampuran ‘s Mayoora sandesam, acclaimed as his best poetic work following the footsteps of Kalidasa’s Meghsandesam earned him the title of Keralakalidasan. The dwitheeyAkshra prAsam was religiously and beautifully used in that unique composition.

    One verse from memory:
    പാലിക്കാനായ് ഭുവനമഖിലം ഭൂതലേ ജാതനായ –
    ക്കാലിക്കൂട്ടം കലിതകുതുകം കാത്ത കണ്ണന്നു ഭക്ത്യാ
    പീലിക്കൊലോന്നടിമാലരിൽ നീ കാഴ്ചയായ് വച്ചിടെണം
    മൌലിക്കെട്ടിൽ തിരുകും അതിനെ തീർചയായ് ഭക്തദാസൻ.

    General meaning- Kannan, Sreekrishna, was born to govern the universe. പാലിക്കാനായ്..He herded and protected the cattle ക്കാലിക്കൂട്ടം with joy- കലിതകുതുകം.
    You should (reverently) place a feather at his lotus feet. പീലിക്കൊലോന്നടിമാലരിൽ.

    On his മൌലിക്കെട്ടിൽ tuft of hairs, crown, He will certainly place it.

    Kalidasa’s marooned Yaksha used the services of a cloud to send message to his wife, whereas Keralavarma Thampuran sent a peacock to his wife, from whom he was separated following a diktat from the Raja of Thiruvananthapuram, as his messenger.

    While explaining the routes the peacock would be following, the poet mentions about a Sreekrishna temple on its path and requests the bird to place a feather at the feet of the Lord, which He would accept gladly and place on his crown.

    Please note the letter ‘li’ is used in the second place on all the four lines, forming ‘dwitheeyAkshra prAsam.

    Keralavarma’s nephew Raja Raja Varma, also a scholar and a great grammarian in the Malayalam literature lead the team of poets who were not insistent on prAsam, rhyming letters and the war went on for long.

    The happy product of the literary fight was, there was a big harvest of poems with or without prAsam.

    Mahakavi Ulloor S. Parameswara Iyer’s Umakeralam was the richest crop of the above war. Strictly following the stipulations for a Mahakavyam, Ulloor successfully incorporated the dwitheeyAkshra prAsam in every stanza of that great epic.

    One stanza from memory, from a chapter on Uma Amma Rani’s moaning when her children were treacherously kidnapped and murdered by the enemies of the Palace.

    അടിക്കടിക്കടിയനിൽ ആധിവീചിവന്നു
    അടിക്കുമാരരുളും അജന്ടെ ശാസനം
    അടിക്കുതൊട്ടു ഒഴിയണം ആയതിന്നുനിന്
    അടിക്കു താണു ജഗദംഭ കൂപ്പുവൻ

    (Ordered by Destiny, often the waves of sorrows are engulfing me.
    Amba, Devine Mother, uproot all my worries, I fall at your feet)

    The letter ‘di’ is used on all the four lines in the second place.
    Perhaps unintentionally, the first word too rhymes. Not only that the word, ‘adi’ is used in different contexts, in different places.

    ‘Adi’ means stick, beating, foot etc.

    and above all, there is a super effect of the clever usage of the word, ‘adi’ repeatedly – it gives a verbal effect of the beatings received from the Destiny, by the mother who lost her lovely kids.

    The poet would have had in mind, only prAsam, will composing that stanza, but when it took shape, it blossomed fully projecting the emotions of a bereaved mother.

    That is called Devi Kataksham, Devine blessings and grace .

    Poets just start writing ; words follow.

  • An old age curse and other stories

    ‘An old age curse.  Forgetting names. Your name, please, If you don’t mind’

    ‘Call me by any name you like, Ammini, KalyAni, Paru, Pattu’

    ‘But they are not your names’

    ‘So, you know whose names are those?’

    ‘Yes, of course’

    ‘And you won’t call me by those names?’

    ‘No’

    ‘That would do. You need not know my name’

    ‘A husband should know his wife’s name’

    ‘Why should he? He gets his food in time. Gets his clothes washed and pressed in time. He gets all his wants attended to in time. What’s in a name? ‘

    ‘Shakespeare said that’

    ‘Your memory power is mesmerizing. Call me by my name if you want evening tea. Today’s special is ribbon pakoda’

    ‘Ammalu, Ammalu, Ammalu, even in my dreams I see only banners and placards with your name written in bold letters’


    Ammalu, mutual trust, that is the key. We can trust each other, trust fully and live happily’

    ‘Funny!’

    ‘What is funny about it?’

    ‘Even without your key, I’m living a happy life . Keep the key with you only’

    ‘Good, that means you trust me fully, completely, unquestionably. Right, Ammalu, dear?’

    ‘No, I don’t trust you a bit, still I’m happy. What we both need now, is rest and not trust. I’m getting it enough. You too, please have it’

    ‘So, that is the key?’

    ‘ I don’t know whether it is a key or lock. Rest is rest, as simple as that. Good night. See you tomorrow’


     

    ‘Have you heard of a bride coming to her husband’s house with just a rupee in her pocket, Ammalu?’

    ‘Impossible’

    ‘ Impossible ? If I show that woman right now? What will you give me?’

    ‘Have you gone out of your senses, SP? Were I wearing jeans with pocket and T shirt when I came along with you? Only your shirt had a pocket and you would have kept the bus fare which my mom gave you, in your pocket and made me to walk. Confusion correctly gives out your age’


     

    ‘Ammalu, the bank statement for the correct month shows that you have drawn twenty rupees extra . For what?’

    ‘For buying chewing gum’

    ‘Chewing gum! For what?’

    ‘To time pass when you give big talks on your works and wits, girl friends and world tours’


    Madam, you seems to be a stranger here. I’m not a sanyasi but you will realize, that I’m more than a sanyasi, if you move closely with me’

    ‘How closely?’

    ‘Sorry madam, you are not a stranger here. You are Ammalu’s close friend. Good bye till we meet again?’

    ‘When are we meeting again?’

    ‘Leave me madam, please. I have an urgent call’

    ‘How urgent?’

    ‘I can’t tell you that. It is very urgent’

    ‘Go ahead. See that board to your right’


    A woman who was not intelligent at 9, will never be intelligent at 69′ Ammalu.’

    ‘True. At 9, I was not intelligent; married you. Even after living with you for 60 years, I could not gain a grain of wisdom from you!’

    ‘Wah, ‘gain’ and ‘grain, rhyme’

    ”Thank you. So, my years were not mere waste. I gained not a single grain but ears of grain’

    ‘Boring Ammalu. I admit you are intelligent’


    We are not kids. We are grown up. Remember that always, Ammalu. Tell you mom too’

    ‘I shall remember but no need to tell mom. She knows that already. An hour ago she called, asking me, ‘ your old man there?’

    ‘She thinks I’m old and she is a kid?’

    ‘You are right’

     

     

     

     

  • Many times in our life we don’t talk when we should

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    Singing is a Devine experience. Singing and hearing, fully understanding the bhAva of the composer and experiencing a bit of his feelings, is an inexplainable anuboothi, experience.
    Those interested in Carnatic music should try to understand the bhAvam, the feelings of the composer so that they can enjoy the music, better.

    ‘Did you come all the way walking, to protect me?,’ asks Thyagaraja to Sree Rama, addressing Him as, ‘nA prAnanAthA!’

    ‘Nannu pAlimpa nadasivochithivo?’.

    In another song, he asks, ‘Ela nEe dayarAdu?’ (more…)

  • Age difference

    Ammalu, what will be our age difference, approximately?’

    ‘Why approximately? I will give you the correct figure. I’m older to you by 20 years’

    ‘It can’t be 20. May be in the first digits only. 7,8,9?’

    ‘Certainly not. I Remember my mom packing a dozen baby feeding bottles while seeing me off with you’

    ‘I just wanted to remind you that I look much younger than you, but you treat me like a child. Child- like, am I, Ammalu?.

    ‘Childish’


    Ammalu, read this news item. To commemorate the completion of two years in power, Modiji is bringing a law permitting a husband to have another wife , if he finds it necessary’

    ‘Do you find it necessary to have another woman?’

    ‘Ammalu, me? Kidding Ammalu? I’m extremely happy with you, extremely’

    ‘The new law doesn’t talk about happiness. Necessity is the criteria. Do you find it necessary to have another woman?’

    ‘Ammalu, me? No’

    ‘Yes, you have a necessity. I’m not able to lift you up, when you sit on the floor for your pooja. I shall look for a woman with strong muscles so that she can handle you alone if necessary, when I go out. Thanks Modiji for the new law.
    Or do you want me to wait for one more year? Who knows that for the third anniversary celebration, the quota may go up to three?’


    Ammalu, tell your mom that it was not she but my dear, dear mother who gave me birth. Of late, her blotted ego makes her to believe and behave as if she is my genetic mother’

    ‘Damn ego! Where did it go before our wedding? I would have been your younger sister and my task would have been much easier’