I would have become a different person today had it not been
for you, with your insistence on the meaning of love. Like a fool, I danced to
your many tunes only to find you changed at the end of the journey. Our paths
have diverged and we no longer see eye to eye and in the midst of all this, a
giant wall has been constructed. You are no longer there for me and am no
longer there for you; the end of another true love story.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Stories
In a way,
each story has the same kernel in it- our dreams, hopes and longing all lost
and found again- the fire and the smiles and the hopes that love kindles and
brings joy.
The stories
that we write are not what really happened or events that could really happen.
These come from an imagination that loves to wander and see what would have
happened if!
Sometimes, it
is sunshine and laughter outside; depends on the state of this mercurial soul.
The reality looms large taking everything away and sometimes giving blessings
unasked for.
Your stories
reveal the joy of finding happiness in new things, which are in fact, new ways
to name the old likes and loves while I harp on change and about moving on but
have stayed in the same year where I stopped learning.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Mistakes
You are my other; the one who helped me learn about life and
my own self. You might have changed shapes, names and faces but you have left
an imprint on my soul.
You called me sister and played with me beside the River
Green. Then with the passage of time, you became a stranger who loves new faces
and new sisters.
You called me love and entangled me in your passions and
broke my heart with the ease of throwing away a used paper cup into the
dustbin.
You called me mermaid and lured me into a whirlpool of
words; only to show how good you were at playing around with words.
You are a lesson, a mistake, may be a chapter that I cannot
forget, a face I cannot forget in spite of the years, in spite of all the
bitterness and happiness that has filled this soul.
You have taught me how to live, how to be and how to love;
the lessons are not bad as you can see for yourself.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Mentor
When I looked at the Christmas lights that
year
It’s your special message that I remembered,
Then I thought of choosing a right gift
for you
And couldn’t find anything good enough,
Then on advice from someone I thought wise
I gave you a diary with so many paintings…
Don’t know how you felt about it; free
gift
It was but my friend admonished me so much
But I guess it had nothing to do with my
gift
That you who were so dear went so far away
So far that you are more like a mirage
than real
More like the taste of dreams from
childhood.
I called you my mentor when you were around
Now eons later I still wonder if you liked
my gift.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Night Fears
A dark curtain of a night fell from across the river green
With huge trees that looked like demons to a five
year old.
Then almost twenty years later they came back as
crossroads
And having to face the worst possible mistake in
life.
The nights that followed were all full of fears of
future,
Till you came with your music and took them all
away;
But now that you are also gone, the fears are back
The intense loneliness and the few words once
again.
You with your music could sweep all those fears
away,
You with your love could erase the fears from the
years
Yet you have made the night bleaker and darker,
Wringing away the life that throbbed in these bone
cavities.
The nights of unknown fears of future were much better
Than
these nights of fearful knowledge of separation.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
The Maddadam Trilogy
Margaret
Atwood’s The Maddaddam trilogy that consists of the simultanuels Oryx and Crake (2003), The Year of the Flood and Maddaddam (2013) explore an extremely
common device in popular science fiction- an apocalypse triggered by
biotechnological and chemical experiments that destroys the rhythm of nature
and produces unforeseen disasters and epidemics such as the Waterless Flood. These
novels are called simultanuels (as opposed to sequels) as they co-exist and
enhance our understanding of the state of life before and after the apocalypse
through the eyes of the narrators Snowman, Ren and Toby.
The
strides made in biotechnology such as genesplicing help scientists create new
species such as wolvogs, liobams and pigeons with human brain tissue added for
intelligence. But the product that starts the epidemic known as the Waterless
Flood is an over-the-counter medicine known as BlyssPlus Pills, supposed to
provide increased sexual satisfaction, protection from sexually transmitted
diseases and to prolong youth. Hidden in the BlyssPlus Pills, is a killer virus
that will spread like the plague and wipe out entire continents altogether.
When
the attacks begin, radio and television stations from across the world report
news of the spreading pandemic. But gradually the stations go dead and cities
cease to exist. Gradually, a handful of people survive along with the
bioengineered Crakers, who are a gentle humanoid species whose skins have
natural insect repellants and whose need for animal protein is minimum. Among
the survivors are Toby, Ren, Amands, Zeb, Jimmy and other Maddaddamites who are
a group of bioterrorists who were bought by Crake in exchange for the
protection of their identities.
The
narrator of -awaited conclusion to the Maddaddam trilogy is Toby, who belonged
to a green cult called God’s Gardeners. She wonders if there is any future for
the human generation:
She’s slipping: she ought to write such things down. Keep a
daily journal, as she did when she was alone…for generations yet unborn as
politicians used to say when they were fishing for extra votes. If there is
anyone in the future that is; and if they’ll be able to read; which, come to
think of it are two big ifs (Atwood,
136).
The
Crakers and the human survivors together create a new set of babies- Kannon,
Rhizomes, Jimadam, Pilaren, Medulla and Oblongata, whose characteristics are
yet to develop. But the wonder of all wonders is that Blackbeard, a Craker
youth learns how to write and records the history of life after the Waterless
Flood and the formation of the new hybrid species from humans and Crakers in
the form of history.
Atwood
uses the trilogy to express her concerns about the environment, the use of
artificially created animal protein, the dangers of biotechnological
experimentation, the hidden dangers of medical corporations and the relations
between the sexes. She concludes on a note of hope through the creation of hybrid
babies who will definitely lead life on earth forward in spite of the Waterless
Flood.
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