Saturday, November 7, 2009

a green sanctuarywithin a city gone..home of good coffee..


A sanctuary within a bustling city ..a heaven of green ,with chirping birds and tender breeze,a step away from the sound of horns and autos screaming past.through the years on my many visits to Chennai…we would all pile into the car to a visit to the woodlands drive in restaurant.must do ..item on our list to do ...

As Soon I landed i wanted to go to woodlands for my south Indian coffee,and the sad news its not in existence anymore.what the heck ..?? What happened I screamed ..

Home of the best south India food.As you sit in the car and and servers attached their trays ..we would get sizzling hot crispy paper dosas and puffed up bathuras and Channa masalas and piping hot coffees...south Indian kappi..

And we sould spy some famous guys sitting with their chamchas and sipping coffee.it was a fashion to be seen ...in woodlands drive in.

No fashionable coffee shop can retain the charm of the old place with its flies and butterflies which swarm around us..as we washed our hands near the trees..

Chennai is losing its charm due to modernization, wonder what are the plans drawn up for it.Te staff have been scattered all over ..I tell you their service can never be matched,they are in the line for 40 years and know the order of a regular by heart..

Can you please bring back ..the woodlands drive in restaurent please.....!!!!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

She writes....


She writes
and waits
for her beloved
as the hand
is an instrument ...
of the love in her
heart
and yearning in her soul
which come out as
words of the soul
as she waits for her
love of her life..
on the doorsteps
of her universe...
M M

Monday, October 19, 2009

The seven steps...




She sat in a darkened room ,chilled to the bones.She hugged herself and looked around the room ..This was the bedroom,but there was no bed ,nothing.expect the carpet which covered the wooden planks.When she walked into the room the floor creaked and made a noise which startled her.Worried her that she might just fall thru the planks and land below into the neighbours room down below.

She had just arrived to a new city ,a new country.Away from her family and the comforts she had grown up with at the mercy of a man , man who had married her.
Someone she had only spoken to for a few minutes during the ritual girl seeing farace. How can you know if he was the right one with a few minutes.Astrology was a science which had lost its truth in the money making business it was now.
She had put all her burden on God and agreed to the marriage.what more can she do..

After all they had all been drumming into her head ,she was fast reaching her thirties and may not find a bridegroom.Who would want a bride past her thirties they whispered.As each time the grooms sent word they were not interested.

Something held her back...But she said her prayers and told her god. whatever happens is because of you,I leave all in your hands she prayed.Blind faith was all that she had.

He flew back and she was to follow him.And she did after three months.She landed and in the cold of the evening she looked around for him.And there he stood blankly
and then he smiled, a lame one.Come he said ...lets get out of here as he wheeled her bags to the taxi.

The apartments building were two storey structures in the dim light.She could not see much as they walked up to the first floor.

There was no furniture ,nothing. Only the brown carpet that covered the floors.She quietly went in and stood in the tiny hall all alone.scared and frightened.
Time stood still as minutes ticked by she must have stood like that for hours or were it only a few minutes.She looked helplessly around the four walls.and felt a prison in a form of a home.
when she peeped into the bedroom, she heard a slight snore and saw a figure on the floor sleeping all rolled in blanket with the only pillow under his head.

She felt a chill again and she shivered.She softly touched him and asked him for a blanket and he snorted that there was not one.Tired from the long flight,hungry and thirsty,she looked at the man with whom she had to spend her life with.As he slept with not a worrry ,not even a care.Even a beggar on the road could have got some sympathy and comfort,as she stood over him...waiting...

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat quietly in the corner and cried for the very first time.The cold was chilling her and numbing her body but not her heart which was in pain.It was if it could burst into a thousand pieces never to be whole again.
She looked around for something to cover her.All she could find was her saree..The first thing that her fingers touched.The one she had wore for the seven steps around the agni ..the fire of truth..
She took the cottton wedding saree and looked at it ...yellow with a red border.And she saw herself in it taking those impprtant steps around the fire..she had felt the vow within her...The seven steps ...the seventh step ,When the bride and the groom take the seventh and the last vow, they promise that they would be true and loyal to each other and would remain companions and best of friends for the lifetime

And her whole body racked with sobs that teared her heart apart and her soul was shattered beyond repair.She saw all her dreams and hopes dashed and buried deep within herself..never to come see the light of hope ...
she clasped her hands in prayers and begged god ....for the strenght to go on...

Thursday, October 1, 2009

silence

Silence

Silence is a knife

cutting thru the

distance that seperates us


showing all kinds

of doubts ...casting

shadows

for being in the same room

filled with silence

is diffcult

just imagine the distance

and silence

a letal combination

to pain ones heart...

MM (2009)

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Mind


The beauty of the heart
is seen thru the mind
For true beauty is felt
and not what you see
when it shines thru
the eyes of love
My child..
MM

Friday, September 25, 2009

dearest Ken ...



Dear Ken,

Take a walk Ken..you comments were in bad taste and uncalled for specially for one living in Singapore... for you aren't no Simon ...but a wannabe Simon ...I read and re read your comments " That was amateurish,it lacks quality BUT you will make a good Vasantham Star" and I said to hell with you .

For you do not deserve to be in that seat or may be you do ...for all your comments seem so for the idols you have chosen...they are all bathroom singers and lack quality and are good for channel fives bathroom singers series...painful!!!???
well feel it Ken...and feel it well...

Its not cool...half your comments make the singers go HUH HUH ...and Gurmit (I shall not use singh ) also goes ...do you understand what he says ..ME too ...he says...

Well Indian music has jumped leaps and bounds ...and you cannot fathom the beauty of it all ...half the world is dancing to it JAI HIND !!! KEN ...

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Today .....


The strong winds
which blow
which dash thru the window ...
frightens me ...
as it lashes it emotions...
and vents its anger
on my window
the window thru
which i view this world
filled with uncertainty
and pain

The birds call out to it own
come back to where
you roost...
for its a dangerous day
my chicks
for its nature at
its best
when it displays its
power
for no one can
contain its fury
No man can
and will
ever can .......
M M (2009)