Thoughts and other trivia...

Tuesday, October 04, 2016

Oh, begone!



To borrow (and tweak) a line from Beckett, I could’ve really done without 2016. It’s been, possibly, the worst time of my life. Of course, I could “try to eff it”, as Beckett says, but the pain and frustration and misery seem to get in the way of things.

Saturday, May 07, 2016

The Nat King Cole Way



After we’d finished talking about work, she said she was going to call me anyway to give me some advice about something both of us are dealing with. Even as she was talking, I was thinking about what it will take for people to be less intrusive, more considerate and empathetic. Whether it’s down to the bravado typical of someone in such a situation or just stoic acceptance of it, she said people don’t bother her so much now. “It’s their karma,” she said. Me? I guess I just pretend it doesn’t bother me.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Patients of Courage



“You must have noticed that I don’t have mirrors in the house,” she said and smiled. “So, I only see my ugliness in other people’s eyes.”

Monday, September 07, 2015

Don't fall ill on a Sunday



The feet feel like they’re on fire. When stretched as far as they’ll go, the weary, aching legs find temporary respite. Arms are limp and the lifeless hands are barely able to form a firm fist. The back hurts and the head throbs. But, it’s on your breath and on the eyelids that you sense the raging fever the most. Sleep doesn’t come easily and, so, you toss and turn, hoping to find a comfortable position that may help it on its way. But, comfort usually comes from stillness of body and/or mind, neither of which seem easy to find when you’re burning up. Strange images and thoughts and ideas flood your head as you float in and out of the mildly delirious state…

Saturday, May 24, 2014

At me too someone is looking



Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today... Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on."




Thursday, August 01, 2013

This Sleeping Beauty



It’s a strange beast this, the collective conscience of our nation.

When not cosying up to Hypocrisy, or in bed with Indifference, it sleeps, undisturbed and sonorously, through the deaths of little children, who’re killed by pesticides in their mid-day meals in their schools. It sleeps while a Christian priest and his two little children are burnt alive in their car by religious fanatics. It sleeps while victims of obviously violent crimes lie unattended by the side of the road, unclothed and stripped of their dignity. It sleeps while brides are burned in homes and little children are sexually abused. It sleeps while young girls are bought and sold. It sleeps as farmers across the country commit suicide because they have debts they cannot dream of paying back. It sleeps while young men and women are killed for marrying outside their castes, communities and religions. It sleeps when right-wing thugs go after people for daring to move to big cities for better prospects. It sleeps while slums are bulldozed and ugly residential/commercial buildings are erected in their stead. It sleeps while children from underprivileged backgrounds are cannibalised.  It sleeps through the millions upon millions that are signed away to the obscenely wealthy by way corporate incentives in yearly budgets Yeah, pretty much like a friend I have, who once slept through an earth-shaking gas cylinder explosion next door, it sleeps through a lot,.  

Occasionally, however, it stirs in consternation and wakes up when annoying little mosquito-like things, for instance the Food Bill, buzz noisily in its ears. Or, for instance, when it’s time to light a candle at a fancy protest march for, or to express solidarity with, Someone Like Us, who’s been wronged. It’s a curious beast this one because, sometimes, we don’t even realise it’s up until a learned judge from our wondrous system of justice swings by to tell us that it’s been pricked and, therefore, wide awake! And, then, like anyone woken rudely from deep sleep, it tends to get nasty and demands to be fed until it’s sated. Who can forget the time when a man had to be sentenced to death by hanging just to keep the hungry beast on leash? If you don’t remember that time, not to worry because, hey, the beast seems to have been pricked awake again!  And, again, another Muslim man, an alleged terrorist in a case that has more holes in it than there are seats in Albert Hall (er, sorry, Paul, John, Geroge and Ringo), must be sentenced to a life in jail to satisfy it! 

But, all said and done, I really envy this collective conscience of the nation thingy. Wish I could sleep half as much because, god knows, I’m so bloody sleep deprived.