Jailed for life.
Freedom at last.
A six word short story… it’s been a while.
Jailed for life.
Freedom at last.
A six word short story… it’s been a while.
I have had enough.
Enough of peer, and enough of pressure.
More than enough of awareness.
And also of social conformity.
It’s the time, to step down
From the pedestal, and accept
the harsh truth. For acceptance,
is the first step to recovery —
or so they say.
But —
I have had enough.
Of pointing fingers, and
of ‘sharing’ responsibilities
I respect family — they adore tradition.
It was my duty, they said
To care, and cure — and nurture
The future of our country.
Why should I make a home —
When my richer counterparts
party? After all —
We are all 19.
It’s the time, to make a stand
To step up — and step out
To a future of my choice.
I am a South Indian and my mother tongue is Tamil.
I just said that, because today is a special day for us Tamils. It’s called Pongal.
Pongal is also a famous food item prepared with rice. It could either be sweet – prepared with jaggery, and ghee roasted cashews, or savory – prepared with lots of black pepper.
It’s the day farmers thank the Sun for a good year’s harvest and pray for a better harvest the following year. It’s like Thanksgiving Day for them. It’s only their special day, farmers who work so hard to fill our plates – but as things go on the real world, we all get a public holiday.
Ironically though, while the rest of us relax and rest, farmers spend the day making pongal and offering it to the Sun god. The following day, is a celebration for the cattle that helps in farming. They bathe their cattle, feed them grandly and thank them too. The following day is when they take meat – and in grand fashion too! Generally, it’s a week-long celebration for farmers.
Students celebrate this holiday as much as the farmers; all schools and colleges close for a whole week. And with the weekend just around the corner, most people have gone home to family to celebrate the holidays. They make pongal early in the morning, offer it to the various gods they worship, and spend the whole afternoon watching the back-to-back movies telecasted on TV. A typical holiday at a typical (modern) South Indian home.
Did I mention Pongal is one of the most auspicious days of the Tamil calendar?
Thought you ought to know.
Now that the holiday spirits are slowly dying down, people have began to talk of the next big thing: Valentines Day. I know it’s too early for romance talk, but it never is too early for poetry! Besides, I’ve been posting a lot of short stories lately, and I’ve been missing the poetic touch.
With this poem, it was love at first sight. Yet again.
And for all those folks who wonder what the hell love is, here’s what the German poet, Erich Freud has to say.
Was es ist
Es ist Unsinn
sagt die Vernunft
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
Es ist Unglück
sagt die Berechnung
Es ist nichts als Schmerz
sagt die Angst
Es ist aussichtslos
sagt die Einsicht
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
Es ist lächerlich
sagt der Stolz
Es ist leichtsinnig
sagt die Vorsicht
Es ist unmöglich
sagt die Erfahrung
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
Translation
What it is
It is nonsense
says reason
It is what it is
says love
It is calamity
says calculation
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It is hopeless
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ludicrous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love
Never mind what
anyone says –
It is confusing
says I. ;)