All for Love!

Just read this morning’s paper, where Mr Muthalik , of the Ravan Sena, of the Mangalore Incident fame, has decided to play Cupid himself!

Apparently, their agenda is as follows. Five teams have already been made, and they will roam the city on 14 February, with a hidden camera, a priest and of course, their goondas [ooops, party workers!].

Anyone seen dating, cosying up, cuddling, will be, immediately, ON THE SPOT, married off, with the help of a priest, a piece of turmeric tied to a string [to act as mangalsutra, "thali"]I suppose].

On being asked about minors who are found, he said they would be counselled and sent home [after beating them up no doubt!]

I wonder if anyone asked him about the lovers being of different faith? Would he have priests of different faith accompanying him? I wonder about that!

All those who wish to be married, therefore, here is your chance! Mr M will foot the bill, and no hassles, he will even register the marriage there!

Talk of culture; talk of freedom; talk of…..

Heck! What more does one want???

6 February, 2009

Edited to add:

Do read this, and lend your voices and hearts, if you can

Beat this!!!

Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan’s family refused to meet, and interact with Kerala Chief Minister V. S. Achuthanandan, and his Home Minister, K. Balakrishanan. He was not welcome, as it was clear he had come under “duress”, the words, of Mr. Unnikrishanan. There were angry scenes at their house.

The CM left.

And now, on Times Now, I just heard this, a slighted CM Achuthanandan reacting to his unceremonious ouster from the martyr’s house.

He said that if it had not been Major Sandeep Unnikrishanan’s house, not even a dog would have gone there.

Can you beat that, any of you politicians?

Who’s next?

(This comes in tandem to the post that at IHM’s blog, about another politician who questioned the citizens’ anguish and their protests against politicians. I had just finished posting a note there, and my son called me urgently to watch and listen to yet another horror unfolding, in the form of the Kerala CM’s remark! Truly unforgivable!)

1 December, 2008

Untitled

In the darkness of
the Eclipse
at the height of
noon-

From
hot, searing
To
cold, dispassionate!

The heaviness

of non existence

can be so painful.

Thank God, however,

Eclipses don’t last!

Usha, 20, May, 2007

Persona non grata

The me in I
I sometimes don’t like…

She admits too
freely… too easily

How lost we are
without you.

She pulls the
carpet from under

In her disclosure;
her insecurity.

Hush! I console her.
She sulks.

Embarrassment;
Fidgety hands…
She shows herself.

For long
had I thought
I was strong, without you.

Till the me inside,
Persona non grata
From the other strata
re-entered, unfettered!

Usha, 31 March, 07

Double – speak

Wheels within wheels
Lines between lines
Persons inside persons

So many innuendos
hypocrisy..

Misaffection
silences that gouge
deep gaping wounds

Lavished briefly
with a salve of
sweet words

And then you’re
back to being a
stone man -
stone-heart, stone-mind

With a double edged knife
to twist in my soul

I am
after all
yours.

Usha, 2 Apr, ’91

The Liminal

To look at life
beyond that distant horizon
is something I love to do-

In the liminal spaces abounding.

Of your gaze, in which
I see times past, and
The promise of future.

Of that child’s laughter
pulling me along in its wake-
A delight, sheer joy in innocence,
Back to a time, when nothing soured.

In that bolt of lightning
which rips apart the sky.
and gives a glimpse, being a window
To power and beauty, incomparable, of nature!

In that word on a page
which in itself opened up
a thousand possibilities-
of use, abuse and experience!

Of a friend, or maybe a stranger,
who takes you places,
knowingly, unknowingly
On to that threshold
you never knew was there.

Through the ink
that is the medium
for the soul to express itself-
bare and raw, in all its glory.

But most of all, the Liminal Space
of finally not being-
when the eyes close, deeper into the self
flying above all earthly bonds-

When I am the Liminal
for my own soul.

Usha, 15 August ‘07

This is one write that is inspired by a young man named Arun, who shared with me some really
awesome pages from an excellent blogger, one of whose pages are to be found in this link.

http://kerrdelune.blogspot.com/2006/06/beyond-fields-we-know-iii.html

The word Liminal just refused to leave my mind, and that is why it is here… writing itself through these words. Thanks again, Arun!