Wednesday, 11 April 2018

The Name

Anand uncle was an intern working under my father in office. This was when my father worked in 'The Gulf'. Along with work, he had some hobbies too.They were, watching wrestling matches on T.V, eating chicken fry, singing old hindi songs with his colleagues on a glass of beer and missing his home back in Kochi. Well, now that he is in Kochi, he is busy missing his flat in 'The Gulf'.
My mother was four months pregnant then.
"I hope it's a girl this time" she said "I always wanted one"
My older twin brothers, who were already ten then, looked offended by her comment.
"It's not about you dear!" She looked at them apologetically "Our family had given birth to a string of boys for a long time. It would be good to have a little sister for a change"
"Girls are boring!" One of my brothers retorted.
"And they wouldn't be able to share their things with a sister" my father said "We would have to buy separate things for her"
"Like you made yoursons wear second hand clothes of your brother's children, you miser!" My mother voiced angrily.
My brothers looked startled and an awkward silence prevailed throughout their breakfast. That was too many relevations for a day.
Anand uncle was declaired employee of the month. It was well deserved, as my father said, he was a bright young man who was really hardworking and sincere to his job. He was also a good natured and amiable person, and had an air of innocence around him that earned him a lot if friends and made him his employer's blue eyed boy.
My brothers were immediately put to work. My father had invited Anand uncle for dinner ,and so the flat needed to look the part for playing the ever-neat home.
The guests reached exactly at the time they promised to come. Anand uncle looked exactly like the image of a stereotypical software engineer, a lanky man wearing thick frames and neatly dressed in well ironed full sleeved shirt and pants. With him came his newly wed wife, in contrast, short and slightly stout, but looked as happy as her husband.
My father and his intern talked a lot about various topics over a glass of juice. At the same time, my mother and his wife became instant acquaintances. She also spoke a bit to my brithers, starting with the common questions about their studies. Then my father remembered that a wrestling match was to be telecasted in the television that night.
"Do you follow wrestling?"
Anand uncle tried to feign an interest, but in vain.
"Okay,let's keep this interesting. Let's keep a bet!"
His intern's face brightened.
"If the player I pick wins, you must invite me to your home" he continued "If otherwise...well, how would you like to keep it?"
"Will you name your third child after me?" Anand uncle's eyes glittered.
My father was startled by the unusual request.
"I thought it would be nice to have a child named after me!"
"Okay then, pick your player"
" The one with long blond hair" he picked randomly
The game proceeded. It was too violent for Anand uncle's liking, who generally dod not follow any kind of martial arts. Still, he had an awkward grin plastered on him as my father occasionally shot a smile at him while enjoying the match. His only respite was the smell of deep fried chicken coated well with red chilli, pepper and various other spices he did not bother to know about that my mother and his wife jointly cooked in the kitchen.
Finally, the game concluded.
"Well" my father said, biting into a bright red chicken leg "Anand is a pretty common name, but I wouldn't mind naming my child with it!"
Anand uncle had a smile so wide that his whole set of teeth and his gums were visible. That was some benefit to extract from a game.
"You are happy now, are you?" My father patted him so hard on the back, it almost knocked him off his couch. But that seldom affected him, who was busy imagining the reaction of his colleagues in office. He could not wait to tell them how he got his boss to name his child after him.
About five months later, my parents received their third child exactly on the due date, perhaps the only time it emulated the punctuality of its namesake.
About twenty years later from that incident,at my home on Kochi , I was busy playing video games with my nephew. It was an intense game of bike racing and I managed to beat that five year old again as usual. But my mother halted that feeling of triumph in me.
"Fancy playing video games with a toddler! You are to be placed for a job about two years from now, hopefully!"
"He was feeling bored, Mama! It is you who told me to babysit him!"
"Ok now. I have some work for you. Just arrange the furniture. The house needs to look neat! And please change your clothes and look presentable!"
My father had told us that Anand uncle was coming to visit us . He now worked in a bank in The United States, and his family, of his wife and two children were settled there.
Anand uncle still had a wide smile, but was now slightly stout with greyinghair.His wife, as my mother thought has not changed much in appearance.Then came two teenaged boys who looked very much like their father.
"You've grown so much!" They said, seemingly startled at the fact that I was not actually Peter Pan. Then they handed over a large packet of chocolates that made me happy.
My father tightly enbraced his former intern and both of them lapsed into a conversation. So did my mother and his wife. My parents sent their children to talk to me, but not before badgering them with questions they answered in American accent.
Finding it hard to start a conversation with the two children I rarely met, I asked them some generic, obvious questions about their studies......and about whether they liked Kerala. Both of them replied, but not without a constant startled expressions. It is not very often that you find a girl named Anand.




The Beach

The Beach
A near perfect, freshly made round dosa was placed on my plate.
“Take some more chutney” my mother said, pointing at a steel bowl towards my left.
“I changed the wi-fi password” I saw my father across the table, grinning at my uncle “Wisest decision ever!”
Kannan frowned at them.
“And Bala” my grandfather asked “Isn’t he up yet?”
“I woke him up” I replied “But he went back to sleep as soon as he finished having his breakfast”
“Let him” my aunt said “He must be tired after his tenth grade board exams”
“He sleeps almost all the time now” Kannan said.
“Eat more” my grandmother said to my cousins.
The little girl and boy of seven and five smiled at her.
“ They’ve been here for almost a week and we have not done anything worthwhile !”my mother complained.
“What do you mean?” my father asked.
“The kids must be bored of sitting in the house and watching T.V all day”
“And video games!” Kannan exclaimed “Yesterday I taught them how to play some games from my collection!”
“I meant, we could go out somewhere together for a change!” my mother exclaimed “And breathe in some good fresh air!”
“Okay then, make up your mind on where we should go” my father said
“That boy’s still asleep! Ammu, go and wake him up!”
Kannan whispered something in Ammu’s ear with a sly grin.
“Huh?”
“Oh, come here! Tell him as I told you”
“We’ll go to a mall then” I suggested
“We go there pretty often”
“Then maybe a restaurant or a park…”
“The beach!” Appu exclaimed. I remembered reading out a story to him set in a beach.
My father seemed to like the idea. Kannan and I sighed.
“Is it true?” Bala walked to us, his eyes still narrowing with sleep though sounding bewildered “Are the results out?”
“Of the elections, of course!” Kannan guffawed “Two months back!”
“Oh then!” Bala rolled his eyes, least bothered about his brother’s joke “Since my results haven’t come, I’ll go back to sleep”
“No!” my father shouted “Go play with your cousins”
“Play what?”
“Hide and go seek… tomato…potato…whatever!- Just go out and play!”
“Okay children !” Bala spoke in a drowsy tone “Let’s play!”
The giggling siblings followed him.
“Are you both done eating?” my mother asked us.
“Yup”
“Then go to your rooms and study!”
I got up, but Kannan kept sitting
“I’ll have one more dosa”
*-----------------------------------------*
“I can’t believe I haven’t finished it yet” I exclaimed “I’ve been on this chapter for hours!”
“You would have finished had you not dozed off in between” Kannan said.
“You could have woken me up!” I decided to go back to my studies.
Kannan looked at his cellphone in desperation.
“Who do you keep chatting with all day?” I asked him
“It’s a group chat” he replied “Our batch in college has created a ‘whatsapp’ group. We chat, exchange study material, post photos and memes”
“Memes? You guys know how to make them?”
“Make them! Yeah, pretty often!”
“Can you show me some?”
“Why not?” Kannan picked up his cell phone.
But before we could proceed, our mother came to our room. We quickly hid the phone under our books.
“Get ready! It’s time to go to the beach”
*-------------------------------------*
“Comb your hair properly!” my mother shouted at me “Even Bala looks more presentable today!”
I looked at my fifteen year old younger brother, munching banana chips and chuckling at a cartoon playing on our television even my little cousins were bored of. He had already wrinkled his shirt our mother had neatly ironed for him.
“That’s enough, toddler!” Kannan snatched the remote from him and switched the channel to one that played English songs. Then he plugged on his earphones.
“You’re not watching it anyway! Keep the channel back!”
“Can’t you see? I’m multitasking!”
My mother pulled my hair with a sharp jerk.
“OUCH! It hurts!”
“Now it’s better!” my mother said, proudly “Needed more oil though”
“Since everybody’s ready now, let’s go!” my uncle said.
Within no time, we eagerly jumped into the car.
*---------------------------------*
It took almost an hour for us to reach the beach. It would have taken only ten minutes, had it not been for the traffic jam. The search for a spot to park the car was tiresome, and we blamed it on the holiday. The beach was claustrophobic, and voices of people chatting, laughing loud, the vendors selling toys, the sound of the seagulls and youth splashing water and shouting in mirth made it really noisy.
The view was still strangely satisfying. Bottled and preserved slices of fruit sold well by the vendors, children playing with glowing toys and kites. The seagulls glided very close to the water in flocks.
The most mystifying of all was the golden glow of the sea and the orange spot in the pink sky. The moon had a pale presence in the deeper blue part of the sky.
My grandparents sat on a rocky area and Bala accompanied them. The kids collected shells and chased waves as the elders watched over them. They came to me and showed me their collection.
“This one is my favourite!” Ammu pointed at a large, twisted, butter coloured shell.
“Keep them safe” I told her, wishing that I had done the same when I was younger. Our previous trip to the beach remained fresh in our memories.
“It’s just plain physics, but this palette is still considered as a sight of wonder!” I heard Kannan’s voice.
“It was always here, but still, we do not get to see this often” I said “Have you seen anything else like this?”
“The ceiling of our hostel rooms were always the colour of sour cream” he replied.
“Do you remember the time we bought kites here when we were kids? We did not know how to fly them properly then”
“They are still in the storeroom of our ancestral home”
We smiled at each other. I closed my eyes. Then, I thought of nothing, Like my mind was completely blank. Nothing from the past, no worries of the future. I was there, intoxicated by the smell of the sea, not noticing the salty, muddy water wetting the tip of my jeans.
“We’re flying kites! Come join us!” Bala called us.
We still did not know how to fly kites properly. But we managed to fly the big red one out of them. The scarlet quadrangle fluttered in the breeze like a big butterfly. Then we cut the string. It flew far away to freedom, to the seeming infinity of nature’s bliss.

Saturday, 17 March 2018

Expressions- The book

Type 'Arathi Menon'  in www.ficfun.com to read my first published batch of short stories

Monday, 30 October 2017

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Thursday, 21 September 2017

Pictures

The tiny toothed, thin piece
of coated metal
Snug safely in a plastic frame
A second
A million switches long
And the device, like flame
Emit heat and light

An ornament worn
In every occasion
Festivals, weddings, parties
Replacing the black box with an eye
The plastic frame emerges again
And then, a flash

Good old friends, separated by time
Kin that appear
Like the good old man of Christmas
Those you see only in their festival best
Or even those, on a daily basis
Love or loath, but that is all hidden

Gloss-coated lips and flossed teeth
Hair that appears like silver thread
In sunlight, falling on your face
Lighting up your eyes
Your triumphant screams to be heard
To those that behold your perfect piece of art

And you look again
Feel the screen,
the skin of your fingers glowing red
And sell it to the wall
That state-less wall
For the pile of blue-cuffed hands that make you smile

And oh, if time spared
In the plain, four walled room with no window,
You swipe through your extended brain
When the real one just cannot
Discard them, pictures, as it can, with a click
A second before, a parting thought
How you let the world believe your real facade
Your perfect piece of art
In the tiny toothed, thin piece of coated metal
Snug safe in a plastic frame

Monday, 18 September 2017

The Example

The Example
A role model, am example
A path to follow
To carve out success by ourselves
From the values we borrow
My young eyes followed
Fingers pointed
As told by the mind that owned them
Their idea of a marvellous great
A leader with a magic wand

Not there did it stop, my nomadic mind
In search of its monarch butterfly
Ruffled through all media
Immortal beings in fairy tales and myths
Superheroes, those fighting for good
Orators, and those striking diamonds with gold.

And then the wanderer came back home
Found enough to look up to
Those who work and sweat throughout
Amidst hurdles and harsh rants
To mould happiness in those they cared
And those who giggle and guffaw together
To uphold a smile, seen even in the dark
Even when oil turned skin to crisp
Some hands stayed firm as beacons of good

Life, mighty, standing still
Braving all seasons, staying tall
To locomotes, equally brave
In the nature that sustains them all
As age hardened my bones
Designed my mind and built my tongue
The journey had been a wonderful one
Taught me, the enlightened truth
Breaking down, building up
Destroyed, reborn, sustained
The single point of infinity I searched for
Was all that I contained.



Thursday, 31 August 2017

eXpressions- Oat Payasam

Ingredients

Oats- 1 cup
Milk- 2 cups
Water- 2cups
Cashewnuts- half cup
Jaggery ( Sharkara)- half cup
Banana ( Robusta) 1
  

Procedure

1. Soak cashewnuts in half cup milk and 5 spoons of sugar. Keep in freezer for 1 hour or more.
2.Mix half cup of jaggery and half cup of milk
3. Boil oats with 1cup milk and 2 cups of water. When the oats get cooked, add jaggery mixture to it.
4.Add banana paste to the mixture.
5. Blend together cashewnuts and milk. Add it to the payasam and mix well.



Friday, 11 August 2017

The Princess

Dark brown eyes made hazel by the sun
Her mottled teeth, brown and cream
She smiled at, visible to none other
A vibrant, marvelous dream
The princess I saw, sitting on a rock
The most cheerful creature I know
Breathing in, dust laden air of that site
That coated her hair and brow
And smiled again, to that fragrance
Like she enjoyed the green water
That ran down her parched throat
And to her every cell, a nectar
A much awaited, for her mortal
Starved, stunted being
She swayed to the tunes of her own song
Seeming like she weaved the wind
But princess she is, and much envied
By those who cannot stand the sun
As she locked her eyes on the weaving disc
with no prince or Godmother to wait for
Left with an abyss of her life
She is willing to take the risk

Tuesday, 11 October 2016

Sunday, 9 October 2016

Indian Super Leauge Kerala Blasters FC in Action

The Army of  Yellow Football fans supporting Kerala Blasters is Amazing. Absolute festive mood with the percussionists challenging the decibel limits and the yellow wave would soon lure football fans across the Globe.
Today's Attendance at the stadium : 54,913

Tuesday, 27 September 2016

A Little Lamp

A Little Lamp
If you are the fire, Oh Lord
Make me a little lamp
That brightens up the space around
With all the wick and oil it has
Though small, insignificant
Though not the mighty forest fire
Though not the mammoth disc
That adorns the sky
But still, a source of light
A guide
Something that cuts through darkness
And beats the sickly cold
Something that spreads your divinity
And spread calm around it
If you are the fire, Oh lord
Make me a little lamp.

Omnipresent

Omnipresent
You spread light to places
The sun has not touched
You hear voices
That has never been heard
You see through the opaqueness
You walk through solid
However unseen or unheard
You are felt and thus, you are known
There is a part of you in us
And all of us in you
The fact that you surround and protect us

Remains the biggest truth

Cure

Cure
Oh Guardian, I keep faith in You
You cure every ill
Do scrape the cataract of my eyes
To see through every lie
Do soothe the deep burns on my skin
By fire of jealousy
Take away the numbness from my fingertips
To distinguish right from wrong
Do heal every wound caused
By different pains of life
Control the pressure of my blood
That rises when I am enraged
Do fix my backbone
To stand up against every wrong
Do suck the poison from my heart
That spreads hatred through my veins

Pardon

Pardon
I know not, Oh Lord
How many lies escaped my lips
How many words, like poison stings
Have been shot by my tongue
And how many bodies in which
Their veins spread the poison
From the pierce of these stings
How many faces I punched with my fist
That left a permanent mark on them
how many drops of salty water
I’ve extracted from damp eyes
Knowingly or unknowingly
With intentions good or bad
I’ve given woes to different souls
However near, however dear
Pardon me, Oh Lord, for all those deeds
So I shall do it no more

Friday, 23 September 2016

Digital Painting- A Girl

Dark Cloud

On a day of sunshine
You see a dark cloud
Pacing towards, slowly
to swallow the yellow disc
Then darkness spreads....

But no, do not despair
The grey mass may soil
The bright matte of the sky
But from these dull giants of the sky
come little drops of water
falling fast, to embrace the soil
soothing wounds of tools
washing away the dryness and
waking up dormant life

These dark clouds
so dull as it seems
are never to be frowned at
as it made earth blue and green