Jesus Christ Superstar

We are getting ready for the big event...
Being the "cluckety-cluck" Mom I am ..
I had been giving him a big lecture on Good Friday..

I told him that Jesus died on the cross for us ....and how painful it must have been for him..
He listened to all this ..and was very sober for a couple of minutes...
And it was back to jumping on the well-worn sofa..

We said our prayers and went to bed..
He wanted to know about the Cross....
And I told him that it was a kind of tree and Jesus was hung from it..

He looked happy for a minute and assured me ..
"Dont worry Mom-Spiderman would swing from the tree and definitely rescue him.."

Wish I had thot of that !


Here's to a contemplative Good Friday and a happy Easter



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A

Our personal Tsunami

A trivial portion of Chotu's non-stop chatter for the day :(and a better part of the nite)

You can visit us any time of the day ..
We guarantee non-stop entertainment
Non stop switching of all the cartoon channels

Mom on the sofa-yes on top of it..
The floor is littered with toys and playmates -the plastic kind Of course-What did you think..
And the roaches racing for the piece of roti I thoughtfully left for them on the sofa...
That was y'day....
Maybe I will repeat the kind act during lunch today..and hopefully see more of them

Wow listen to that Screaming ..
Guess Mom saw the roach....or the roach saw Mom..
Whatever...


Is that my WATER GUNnnnnnnnnn..
Wet the bed -Not literally of course..
What do you think-That happened last night ..
I am older now ..
How about the folded clothes..Hmm gotta plan the target..

When can I go down to play?
Is it evening yet ?
What time of the day is it ?
Is there anything to eat?
Can I cut your hair ?

Amma's (as in Mommy) take on the situation :

It is that time of the year when it lands..in each home where a tiny tot resides...

This year ..
It is the first for me ...
I was not prepared..

This is on the bed

This is below the bed..




It is 12.00 in the nite and I am still cleaning..

Sleepy and Sighin
I have no "take" on anything !!!!

This I have to say tho- and I really mean it
I can't wait for him to wake up ..
And ask all those questions...

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Where are the leaders

 

Puppies, Kittens and a vasectomy for the street dog..

Are they more important than a man's limbs, his dignity, and his faith?

It does appear so..

Freedom of speech seems to mean more than tolerance and letting people live their lives...

Where are the leaders?

The tear drop island faces its own demons...

It is time to shed your crocodile tears for the plight of a ignored race

And wave all the colored flags...

Fighting for visibility....

The madness continues

The Afflicted claiming more victims….

And more monsters emerge from their lairs..

Sucking you into their world of chaos and hate…

Where are the leaders?

Friends turns foes..

Foes turn friends..

Silver tongued orators with regard only for their coffers..

Educated manipulators..

Entertainers who hold the vote bank with their painted face..

Where are the leaders?

I despair and 

I am Pandora again..

And hold tight to that last gift ..

Hope for a better world peace and tolerance ..for us, our children and theirs ..

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A

The Long Road Home

Heated Arguments

Unshed tears

Wilful demonstrations…..

I recollect my teenage years with angst and amusement

”You don’t understand” had been  my constant refrain

The mea culpa’s after extraordinary adventures..

Stillness and Silence after harming myself and family

Acceptance in my mother’s heart..

Forgiveness in my father’s wisdom…

The encouragement after innumerable failures-real and imagined

Strength after a breakdown…the affliction of of our country’s school finals

All this and more………..

Then there was success –again real and imagined..

Days when I knew  the world better

Days when the world served me bitter lemons

A place of my own-a home of my own

The happy years as an individual

Finding love on the way…..

My journey with my parents..It is still on

The road was long ..It took me time …but  I have reached home ….

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To Amma and Appa on my 33rd birthday…   

For all that I am today … Love you both

The Other Side Of the Mirror

Here we are ..

On our way to the park

My son on the car seat-bouncing and cooing

His father’s proud grin growing wider by the minute

Rhymes on the stereo echoing our proud heartbeats…

I dream of a future for my son..

Butterfly wings ,dancing elephants , bubbles in his bath,fairy tales,animated movies , bonds and savings , a holiday house by the river….

Our car lurched to a halt

What is a red signal light when you dream of your son’s future

I continued to weave my web of wants

A furtive knock interrupted my fantasies

I was annoyed-

A child of uncertain years stared back

I looked at him –A creature of no fantasy this was -Soot ridden legs..

False “bloodied” bandages on his arms

His eyes twitched between the stuffed toy my son held and my “deer frozen in the highlights” expression..

Hunger or Fear Whatever ruled him ----Won

He shifted his gaze to me and raised his hopeful palms for a piece of silver..

The green lights went on

And I turned my face away from him and put on my rose tinted glasses again…

My lips began their litany on the begging mafia , inadequacy of the government ….I went on and on justifying my apathy –

Relief at escaping a decision –Making a choice

My son bawled for my attention and I went back to my comfortable cocoon….

There are moments when the car window seems like the other side of the mirror

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A

Raison d'être

"The claimed reason for the existence of something or someone".

Who is living this life ?

Is it mine or does it belong to the unknown hand’s whims

Why am I living

For today or for some unknown glory on a future date

Voices loom ..

Closer-Dictating rules for existence

Meaningless laughter-Mindless Conversation..

Is it not time

To live my life…..

“Written during  a really really boring quality training class”

What is Success

 

Metal Toys

Moving on the Asphalt

Designer Clothes

Swishing Around the Ankles

The Golden Cage

Printed Paper Bills

International Cuisine

Spa massages

Hurried conversations

Progency yearning for a pat on the cheek

Is this success

The free spirit yearns to break free……..