Immortalizing, A Haiku.

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The sands are a blank
Canvas; they’ve been cleansed. Surely
Someone remembers.

– Meera

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A Walk with Time

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The
Sun knew
No Monday
Blues. It bore down
On me as I took
A walk in the city.
Minarets of yore brought down,
So modernity could climb the
Rank. Aesthetics of the past long since
Forgotten to usher a conscience blank.
To what end do we partake in this race?
What does the present hope to see in
The future? Surely, there’s more that
Demarcates the two. Not just
Blinks and beats or chance greets.
Do I stand in the
Present or echo
The past? As
Doth the
Sun.

I enjoy writing Etheree poems. This is another one occasioned by a recent realization – time is permanent participant of a race. If you’re watchful and efficient, sometimes you can walk along side it. But most often than not, you realize that it is a good lap ahead of you. And there you are, caught up between your smug memories of the time behind you versus the time that’s left you behind. I guess, that’s the beauty of it.

– Meera

If Jobs Didn’t Pay..

As the earth goes round,
New professions sprout.
But what if our careers
Didn’t pay us?

A job could be to money
As a stone is to a tissue-
Inconsequential.
Irrelevant.

Perhaps then we’d earn
On our character, certain points.
To be collected, spent,
Gifted and valued.

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A liminal bot programmed
To grant us fair wages
Would then call, “Next!”
As every being lined up
To receive their worthy share.

Could our careers then
Be free of any hassle,
That may stoop to
Undermine its importance.

Could our careers then
Be our own and not
Tarnished by other’s opinions.

A just world that would be.
A happy realm of
Blooming passions and
Voluntary learning.

If only our jobs were to money,
What a stone is to a tissue.
If only our characters
Were more than judged.

– Meera.

Actually Indian?

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Gone are the times when grandmother’s tales and Doordarshan were the quintessential depictions of Indian sensibilities. Now people look forward to Bollywood and news channels to discover the new qualities of an Indian. And why not? Media is supposed to represent our society. So if the big screen tells you that an Indian dons sarees, you do it! But how much of this media representation stands affirmative? Does anyone bother tracing back the origins of some of these nonsensical expectations?

A certain cement ad features very fashionably made up men and women carrying cement sacks and working at a construction site. Is this the image our construction workers send across? They work hard hours trying to ensure two meals for their family and themselves. They don’t get the freedom of expression (through their attire or otherwise) that others do. But this ad, despite being about engineering, chooses to focus on these modelesque people as they swagger back and forth in flowing gowns and buffed up bodies.  If only these worker’s profession was viewed in the magnificent light as portrayed by the advertisement.

Moreover, who gets to decide where Indianness ends and Western cognitions begin? The saas-bahu TV shows? Or the individuals who blame indecent attire for atrocities committed? I could be wearing shorts throughout the year and still be very Indian in my thoughts, mannerisms. There are people who sensationalize “item” songs and scrunch up their nose at the sight of a couple being overly affectionate in public. In fact, scrunching their nose is the least they could do; one has to be grateful for not being beaten up by random strangers for acting “out of line” and “not Indian”.

Don’t shun people for living their lives in a happy bubble. Don’t drag out and arrest couples from private rooms in hotels for wanting to be together. In fact don’t arrest people for wanting to have a say about their country or their culture. It would be nice if media representations of an Indian focused on what an Indian actually goes through rather than highlight a paragraph that speaks a contradictory story. We don’t all run around in gowns in palatial houses trying to tease a guy/girl by the scent of our body soaps. Neither do we eat chocolate sloppily so that we get kissed by someone. Its understandable that advertisements try to capitalize on our desires to be modern and open minded. Money is of the essence. But why not do it by actually incorporating what India is today or who an Indian is today. We have progressed so much since the olden times. Why still try to compete with notions that are not really ours? And if we do wish to imbibe those notions, why fight against its manifestation in reality?

Think on it.

Cheers 🙂

– Meera

Wisps of Purpose

Are thoughts ever concrete?
For they are a spun mass of
Previously unplugged words.
They probably are concrete
If we speak them, so brazen
And convinced.
Even if they aren’t, we
Perhaps will them into being so
Through pure want of belief
And ultimately a foundation.

What are we, without our thoughts?
Maybe empty or merely uncaring.
But there’s a moronic carelessness
In “caring less”.
We’re made to care and think.
To understand what the deal is.
So it matters not if our cognitive
Paths are parallel or diverging,
Crossing or always shifting.
It matters that they just are.
Pulsating and absorbing.
They just are.

– Meera