I’m jealous of my own existence. Whatever I have today, it’s because of her; it’s for her. Nothing belongs to me, yet I’m proud of what I have. To this day, and happily counting, I’m her sole counselor. I’ve consoled her on countless occasions. I’ve seen, shared every single dream she’s ever had. I’ve been inspiring her, supporting her in her every endeavor. I’ve told, “It’s as important to stop and rest as it is to stand up to a cause.” I’ve been the only support of hers for years, and she’s relied on me equally. She knows the importance of my existence. Even if she doesn’t value my presence, or so I think, she registers and acknowledges my absence. Day in and day out, she needs me. She wants me. We’ve numerous memories together. She cuddles me, caresses me, irritates me, embraces me. More so, she dreams with me, imagines with me, rests and wakes up with me, attests me, uses and at times abuses me. She loves me, hates me, but the best part is, she shares her tears with me. I’m her companion when she detests everyone else. I’ve lived through those sleepless nights when she has reached me with her tears. When she tears me down, it just tears me down. Her comfort, her confidence, and her victory, what else do I want? After all, I’m her pillow. And her story is my story. I think I’m jealous of my existence. Very jealous.
Thank you, Bulbul’s Bubble, for this week’s writing prompt.
So, here’s my entry for #TwentyWordsTuesday, a 20-words-story-prompt. And, here’s my first attempt at writing a 20-words story based on this week’s prompt, which is Love.
Passersby ignored him; a tradition for them for last two decades. “Here you’d proposed. Here I’m without you.” he sighed.
I hope you like my humble attempt.
It is a beloved
A want to be
With the Wanting.
It is a craving
A wish to be granted
To be Satiating.
It is a pursuit
A journey to the known
That’s yet unknown.
It is a truth
That deserves unveiling.
It is a decision
Behest to jugement
Sought. Or is it Seeking?
It is a destination
A place to be
Only for perching.
It is, notwithstanding
A search to be
Ever growing. Never ending.
I’m glad to announce the release of Deccan Reveries: Pune Poets Anthology. Of all invaluable contributions from many established, known authors, writers, and poets, is also my humble contribution of two poems.
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Also, I’d look forward to listening to or reading your opinion on ‘Wait Until Dawn, O’ Muse‘ and ‘The Silent Wail,’ which have been cherry-picked by the team of the esteemed editors.
I’d like to dedicate this post to Juhi Gupte, who is both a dear friend and the editor of the book. And a special mention to all those who have turned this tiny collective effort into an anthology, the publisher and, you, dear readers.
Happy reading. 🙂
He was broken. Wrought.
Yet he be adamantly sought.
More he cracked,
The more he got brighter.
Shone, ever, without a spot.
Tanka (pronounced TAH’N-KAH) is an older form of Japanese micropoetry that consists of five lines of poetry with syllables in the formation of 5-7-5-7-7.
Another day, another life lesson. Each day reminds me of looking at life’s brilliance in the simple terms it has lent me. Yet how complicated, difficult I make it to even survive through this ordeal. Life can become comfortable, provided I follow its quintessential policy of unconditionally believing in its design; His design.
The more I wish to take up control of my life, the more I realize that You are both the cause and the catalyst to it.
On Monday, Shambhavi and Aai came back from shopping—they’d accomplished this mammoth task of ticking all items off their long list. Aside from the monthly groceries, the list contained all fancy and unusual names that this Diwali could lend us. But only after mentally reconciling her accounts, Shambhavi realized that she had underpaid one of the vendors. Even though the amount was a meager 20 rupees, it made sense to pass it to him. It helped that we were planning to pass through the same route.
That one negligibly small act of kindness, perhaps, might have triggered a series of events that then took place. On our way, we saw humanity flourishing, radiating in its new awe.
On one occasion, we saw a biker helping an old street cart-puller push his cart up a bridge. On another occasion, we saw two men on their scooter stop at a signal before us. They then drew a few biscuit packets from their under-seat storage and handed them to three children who had occupied the pedestrian walkway.
Some day for all sorts of acts of kindness, wasn’t it?
Their rich perspective toward life lent me this poem, which I share here with you all. If there is a cause to this poem or a catalyst to it, then you know who it is! Through these strangely amusing and simple ways, He (or is it She?) continues to teach me life lessons that then flow through my words, such as these:
Those erudite discourses,
Those wise’s omens,
That exude Your brilliance.
Those detailed accounts,
Those sung, unsung ballads,
That he performed in Your presence.
Those feelings of compassion,
Those acceptances of altruism,
That reflected once in Your benevolence.
Have all been undone;
Annihilated by just one act.
The act that reflect
Not penitence, but Your essence.
That one act of kindness,
Of staying true to the oneself,
Of giving, unconditionally, and
Being one with the One, in a sense.
All it required was
That one heart: dyed and drenched in love;
That one act of feeling others’ pains.
Essentially, of using a different lens.
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Last week, while cleaning up my bookshelf, my wife dug out a collection of my old, yellowed notebooks that had gotten buried under books.
To my surprise, the collection had everything in it from the notes from my previous professional stints to the notes I took way back in my school days. Even though my wife was witnessing a journey backward in quite literally the bits and pieces of those yelllowed pages, the journey was breathtakingly refreshing and energizing. I’ve realizesd that traveling back in time, even though momentarily, is a good remedy and escape from this on-going anxiety called present.
Amongst the notes, she found a poem that, on a folded paper, was tucked inside a notebook. To her surprise, my handwriting looked completely different back then—she liked that version of my handwriting. To my surprise, my writing seemed completely different back then. She thought it was more artistic. I thought it was pretty lame of me to concentrate on rhyming words just for the sake of it. Thinking past our contrasting thoughts, we discovered that the poem had also unfolded with it a flood of memories, none of which were inked on the paper and yet had left their marks. Thank you, Shambhavi, for taking up this long-due task of cleaning.
I hadn’t titled the poem back then—I can’t remember why. I am doing so now. And for what the poem conveys, or at least what I THINK I wanted to convey through it, I cannot think of any better title. After a few trials, when we had successfully failed at clicking a reproducable picture of the poem, I resorted to writing it down for you. 🙂
So, here is that poem. I hope you like the effort of the then boy from grade eight:
The rising Sun,
I see You.
The first prayers.
I dedicate to you.
In every blood of life,
As it never ages,
I see You. I see You.
In the cold breeze,
I butter or cheese,
I feel You; I taste You.
The woods, the lake.
The fair, the fake.
Be it north or east,
Or south or west.
The soul, the entities,
Keep aside the necessities.
At last, come to You.
They may desire You.
But, they deserve You.
Did I say just I see You?
Did they say just they feel You?
Did we say we will get You?
But yes, we say, You are in everything.
Everything is in You.
The Soul inside.
The light outside.
Filled with You
are pure and white.
The worst counts as the best.
The good comes off the rest.
Perhaps, it is just Your presence
In the nest.
Let be the angels.
Let be the spirits.
Let be the speechless.
Let be those with lyrics.
Or those under the rain.
Those having fun.
Or those in pain.
Nothing values until
You are in everything.
Everything is in You.
So, as Apple concluded its first big event, a first online event, for 2020, I could not help but think how carefully it designed and integrated everything into that one big thing that matters. This post is a result of that contemplation, and here’s what I’ve found:
Watching the Wrist: Listening Well Enough
As parents, we appreciate if our children listen to us. In fact, as friends, we want the people within our inner circle to do the same. And, as customers, it delights us when the companies we invest our hard-earned monies into be receptive toward our needs.
Amidst the testing times of COVID-19, therefore, it is heartwarming that a major part of the announcement of the new iteration of Apple’s smartwatch was dedicated to fitness and health. It shows us how Apple believes this product can and will play a big role for the company.
Everyone tries to focus on fitness, but we all know how far have the Samsung Health and Google Fit have been able to achieve in comparison to what Apple has managed to do with its Apple Health App alone, not even counting what Apple Watch contributes to it.
Product Integration: Together, Better
Most of the Apple products are brilliant not because they are extravagantly designed or packed with features, but because they are packed with features that you need and want at the same time. I see that the brilliance of their devices is not in making them complex to operate but simple and seamless to use.
When I got my MacBook Pro, I didn’t have to type in my home Wi-Fi password. Because I had logged into the laptop using my Apple credentials, it logged in effortlessly. It was only when the browser opened into my favourite sites that I realized that the laptop had done for me. It were countless such episodes that made me realize what the others had been saying until then: one Apple device can only do so much, but more than one Apple device can do so much more!
With this year’s announcement of the Apple Watch SE, Apple wants us to do just that. We wished our parents and children to have an Apple Watch for them and Apple gave it to us. All those devices work and connect via our iPhones so that either side of the spectrum of age can use it without much fiddling with the technology.
Apple One: Sustainable Income and SIPs
The one thing that everyone wants for their company is a long-term source of income. And that holds true for even Apple. With more new and better products in the market every year, it is important for them to hold on to their customer base for not what they are providing but also how they are providing it.
It is this combination of their Hardware and Software that essentially creates an experience for their customers. With the new Apple One Bundle and the Fitness+ offering, I believe, they have hit the sweet spot. At least, I am sold. I use two of the four services available in India and for an additional sum of a meagre 37 INR per month, I can use two more services. Can you now see the impact it has? I could be a price-sensitive customers, and I understand that. But even those who aren’t will appreciate that Apple has gone a few steps ahead of the compeition, if they had any, with their new range of products, offerings, and software. It is a systematic investment plan where I am sure that my data is safe, privacy is safeguarded, and voice is heard and responded to.
Yes, there was a time when they were imposing us to use their products. But things have changed since then. They are more receptive and responsive. And with their vision for a 100% carbon neutral company by 2030, they are also playing responsibly. This traid of being receptive, responsive, and responsible will, I can safely assume, bring positive results for them.
If that’s their plan, I am in.
Today, my mother turns 62 years young.
Of all she has learnt from her life, the essence, she knows, remains in never settling, ever pursuing, and setting high standards for everything. If this already means trouble for us (I’m chuckling as I write this), it means that we, too, have to continuously better ourselves at everything we do. Tomorrow, she retires from her workplace. Over 30 years of her employment has seen her wear many hats most amongst which have been worthy of inspiration. But as she readies herself for what lies ahead, I can only wish a wish for her.
It is time she can dedicate her energies to do what she has always dreamt of doing. I wish her to pick the most cherished ones from her long list of passions. As she readies herself for the day she begins her ‘work from home,’ I gift her this poem:
For the one who,
Has never gotten tired of
Ever committing herself
To whatever came thereof;
For the one who,
Gave up dreams on her own.
Made instead the ones from those
Of her children as though of her own;
For the one who,
Committed to every single minute
Everything that she had
To be the best—I mean it;
For the one who,
Even though lost more
Found less. Learnt more.
For the one who,
Dedicated her life for work.
Strike once again, so she can
Work her way up to life.
Strike, for you must.
Let her find her way forward.
Be the light in the never-calming storms.
Be her inspiration amidst the storming calms.
Happy birthday, Aai. 🙂