Journal: Serious and Trivial is a glimpse into the mind of a literature student. The mind is a witness to the world around. Random impressions and associations felt, shaped and moulded, watched, recorded in a beginner's mind. It may contain bits of poetry, book reviews, experiences of daily life and the progress of the writing style. Carpe Diem, Seize the Day!

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Win-win























PIC: Tumblr

Sometimes, your soul might be weary;
Your body, a bundle of aches and pains;
But a hurdle crossed makes you feel alive
Not at once, in degrees as it kicks in. 

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

To buy or not to buy: A shopper's story

Pic: Dreamtime

What I find is that for some years I have been buying things from the supermarket and enjoying the lack of a human element so much that I cannot tolerate when a very efficient looking (read polite, well made-up and dressed in stylish uniforms) comes and tries to interfere with the process of choosing a product. 

These shops do have cameras and motion sensors and I have often wondered "Do I look suspicious?" but the plain fact is that I have to check prices at closer levels than it is normal because of my eyesight as there are instances when I have quite overlooked digits before and after. 

After roaming around for hours, it is only natural that one knows many of these aisles by heart but at times, they do shift things around and I like to keep things in my mind and their availability for future purposes as well. 

But recently, I feel that I have been coaxed into buying things that I don't want to buy any day. Even a look in a particular aisle might end up in products that might be of no use. I was forced to buy two shades of blue nail polish instead of my usual shade of pink plainly out of courtesy. It's almost like they look into your eyes and shake your decisions. At times, I refuse very politely but I am rather piqued looking at my fingernails. 

When I shared this experience, I got a similar story, one from a friend and one from my mother. Many of these girls are overtly made up and say dialogues like "This toner is so good for your skin" and I always wonder have they really used it themselves!

But then I think I decided to play a different game because out of habit, I know their products by heart and can ask for a brand or a product they may not have! And, I think does work in most cases and sometimes I just name something that I really need and run as fast as possible as soon as I find it. 

But I guess it sure has spoiled the pleasure of shopping of finding where things are kept and then buying them. I do remember that during the early days of marriage, my husband would hold my hand tight so that I might not go missing in one of these aisles. 

Bottom line: I think my gripe against them is that they keep recommending cosmetics that I really don't want or may be because of some very lovely remedies for acne such as Himalaya Facewash or Age Miracle and so on. Part of this might be because of a very absent-minded childish naive expression on my face and I am working on a cure for this.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Earth Day

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Nuances



Your words smell and melt like butter.
I forget the weariness of summer tedium
And gobble them up voraciously.

Pic: thebodydietetics.com.au

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Another remembrance day

Years of absence and years of loss,
Words that could never bring it out.
Not really knowing what is missing,
Stifling up private grief for ages. 


Missing a warmth that was hearsay,
Love, talent and words in stories,
While not even a leaf was left behind
Of a life lost so many decades ago. 


You told me this to bring a tear to me;
For I had long forgotten this grief
And learnt to live without it long ago;
Than miss someone gone so long. 


Too young to have remembered you,
Too fond to love one through hearsay.

Thursday, April 07, 2016

Days


Where you went hiding those days?
I see the images, I see the shadows
Wasted in fully crowded courts
Without any possible consolation.


What did you speak of? Only my ears
Never heard or did I feel it right, to ask
But one snippet of a story brings smiles
While one bad word shocks me so much.


You must have felt the same one day,
Though I didn't know the reason yet.
The lives are all entwined without
Knowing the why, when, what or how.


But when I find but one missing piece
I celebrate with more love than ever.

An evening


In the midst of this summer tedium
You and I talk of the serious and trivial
Underneath the same ancient trees.

Monday, April 04, 2016

Miracle


A miracle has happened.
A mountain has moved
And a new terrain is here.


In the midst of all this
I felt your hand hold mine
And tell me not to worry.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Bakra


The lies that you tell
The magic of ulta-pulta
Has brought us here
Where we are.


Learning the ropes
To evade responsibilities
To whine perpetually
For what you get.


May be you deserve
Far more than this;
But you need a bakra
To hang your sins on.


The questions to trap
Shows your real self.

Monday, March 28, 2016

Handpicked















In many shades, the choices abound;
So tempting to the surprised buyer's mind.
In earthen shades, mud brown or tan,
Or in tints of the ocean, blue and green. 


The choices are too many, each unique
Be it the drape of emerald or turquoise;
The hues of the skies: rainy, cloudy,
Bright, grey or shades of the twilight. 


The mystic magic of the silver raindrops
The pure red on the bride's forehead,
All before me in the form of these drapes
That each look matchless and perfect. 


From the heap before me, I choose a hue
To bring a wordless wonder on your face.