Thursday, August 2, 2012
billowing clouds:
the sunflower still
looks for the sun
Third place tie in the "clouds" kukai, May/June 2012 issue of Sketchbook Haiku
billowing clouds:
a buttlerfly flits
from one patch of sun to another
Also submitted for the "clouds" kukai, May/June 2012 issue of Sketchbook Haiku
Image from willowhousechronicles.files.wordpress.com
Longing...
the lone tree
wonders about the mysteries
of other shores ...
the weary ship
wonders what it would be like
to be still ...
First place in the May / June 30, 2012 Poem This Picture Contest in Sketchbook Haiku
Saturday, June 30, 2012
day moon --
she wonders if it will be
a girl or boy ...
for the Shiki Monthly Kukai, June 2012, Free format topic: "Day moon"
Image: from fanpop.com
pink, purple and blue arches
with splashes of glitter:
toddler's rainbow
her tears dry up
rainbows sparkle in her eyes:
new box of crayons
for the International Kukai June 2012, Topic: rainbow
Rainbow drawing by my 6-yr old daughter -- my inspiration for the haiku ...
Friday, June 1, 2012
Marriage of equals .....
Before I start off, I have to say that although I am not a big fan of reading newspapers of any kind, I look forward to Saturday mornings -- to savour the articles in Mint Lounge. I have always liked articles by Aakar Patel. He does not shy off sticky issues and presents a really
articulate and logical analysis of whatever topic he chooses to deal with.
Recently, there was an article by Aakar Patel in Mint Lounge on the vows of marriage in different cultures. In his opinion, the husband and wife are equals in a Hindu marriage, whereas in other cultures the husband is decidedly superior, going by the actual words of the marriage vows.
Thinking about it, I keep coming back to the differences in whatever is put down in letters and the actual reality. In theory, perhaps, we are equal partners in the matrimonial adventure, but does that translate to what really happens ? Other than for a negligible minority, I am certain this does not hold.It is something I feel strongly about and that is why I decided to air my views on it.
Even if there is "progress" in terms of education and employment -- in the Indian home, there isn't much equality in what you do for the home. The ancient roles of the husband as bread winner and the wife as the home maker dominate the way of thinking about marriage. So, what can a well-qualified and well-employed professional female look forward to after marriage ? To begin with, she has her hands full with cooking, cleaning and doing the laundry, apart from grocery shopping, vegetable shopping and bill payments. She is educated and is, therefore, labelled good enough to get some amount of bank work done as well as to supervise miscellaneous repair jobs. She is expected to do all this and her regular job without any major assistance -- a maid in most cases to do the housework. Still, as she needs to go behind the maid and supervise her in great detail, this does not give her any respite in terms of the time spent in this. Most families do not have a cook -- in any case, it is difficult to find one to suit one's particular tastes and/or timings and so on. It is simply easier for the Indian wife to cook on her own. At the end of the day, she needs to answer questions and respond to demands for freshly laundered clothes, new recipes (to have some variety for one's palate) -- the husband acquires a trained housekeeper, the wife becomes one. It only gets worse after the couple has a child (or children). Now, in most cases, the wife gives up her job to care for the child -- she has new duties thrust upon her -- and once the child reaches school-going age,
she needs to drop her at school, pick her up from school, get her fed, bathed, take her to the park to play with her friends, go to birthday parties, organize a few, deal with schoolwork and studies -- the list just grows. Meanwhile, what gives about her career -- what career ?? Getting a part-time job is no cakewalk; if she does manage to get one, she still has to do everything else on top of that. So, to come back to our theme, when an Indian male gets married, he acquires a housekeeper, cook, child-care-giver all rolled into one and thinks he has yelling rights over her. He gets to eat homecooked food, come back to a clean home and to spoil the kids. The well-read, professional Indian female can at best become a frustrated, sleep-deprived multi-tasking supermom. Frankly, I do not think men think about, let alone talk of, balancing their families and careers after marriage. Fair or not -- one needs the wisdom of Solomon to sort this one out.
Image taken from blog.mahindrahomestays.com
Thursday, May 17, 2012
spring thunder:
a lily pad trembles
... amidst liquid clouds
a frog jumps:
startled koi
scurry in the shallows
for the Showcase Haiku Haijin, Sketchbook, March/April 2012 issue
dragonfly summer:
shards of colour
flit across the pond
chosen as part of Editor John Daleiden's choices as well as part of Guest Editor Bernard Gieske's choices from the "pond life" haiku thread, Sketchbook March/April 2012 issue.
Image taken from 123rf.com
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
following the footsteps
of the spring breeze --
scattered petals
Asahi Shimbun (20 April 2012 issue)
Sunday, April 1, 2012
spring storm:
a large raindrop
scatters the tadpoles ...
for the March 2012 "Spring" kigo Shiki Monthly Kukai
daybreak !
still reflecting on
what could have been ...
for the March 2012 "Dream / Reverie" free format theme Shiki Monthly Kukai
a large raindrop
scatters the tadpoles ...
for the March 2012 "Spring" kigo Shiki Monthly Kukai
daybreak !
still reflecting on
what could have been ...
for the March 2012 "Dream / Reverie" free format theme Shiki Monthly Kukai
Saturday, March 31, 2012
dragonfly summer:
shards of colour
flit across the pond
sunbathing:
a stack of turtles
keels over!
a waterstrider
and its image
waltz in unison
after the storm:
... a koi fish peeks
from behind a lily pad
for the Sketchbook Mar/Apr 2012 "pond life" haiku thread
Saturday, March 17, 2012
the daffodil
nods at its reflection—
waters of spring
First place in the "waters of spring" kukai, Sketchbook Jan/Feb 2012
purple cascade
rivulets of violets:
waters of spring
Also, for the "waters of spring" kukai, Sketchbook Jan/Feb 2012
Image from http://www.somethingaboutclairey.co.uk
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
The promise of Spring .....
I just thought I would post one of my favourite German poems on Spring and the hope it inspires:
Frühlingsglaube
Die linden Lüfte sind erwacht,
Sie säuseln und wehen Tag und Nacht,
Sie schaffen an allen Enden.
O frischer Duft, o neuer Klang!
Nun, armes Herze, sei nicht bang!
Nun muss sich alles, alles wenden.
Die Welt wird schönermit jedem Tag,
Man weiß nicht, was noch werden mag,
Das Blühen will nicht enden.
Es blüht das fernste, tiefste Tal:
Nun, armes Herz, vergiss der Qual!
Nun muss sich alles, alles wenden.
-- von Ludwig Uhland
Here's the English translation by Hyde Flippo:
The gentle winds are awakened,
They murmur and waft
day and night,
They create in every corner.
Oh fresh scent, oh new sound!
Now, poor dear [heart], fear not!
Now everything, everything must change.
The world becomes more beautiful
with each day,
One does not know
what may yet happen,
The blooming doesn't want to end.
The farthest, deepest valley blooms:
Now, poor dear, forget the pain!
Now everything, everything must change.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
lingering cold:
she paints the flame
a brighter yellow !
the answering machine
yet again:
... lingering cold
for the Shiki Monthly Kukai Feb 2012
blackout:
suddenly we see
a shooting star !
meteor shower:
I try to wish away
the clouds overhead
for the Shiki Monthly Kukai Feb 2012
she paints the flame
a brighter yellow !
the answering machine
yet again:
... lingering cold
for the Shiki Monthly Kukai Feb 2012
blackout:
suddenly we see
a shooting star !
meteor shower:
I try to wish away
the clouds overhead
for the Shiki Monthly Kukai Feb 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Violets ...
Nothing heralds the coming of Spring as do flowers. Every tree sports a fresh green look adorned with buds and joy fills one's heart ...
Spring is coming, Thou art come !
-- Wordsworth in "To the Celandine"
"From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth."
-- E.M. Forster in "A room with a view"
cascades of violets
dot the countryside:
footsteps of Spring ...
for the "footsteps" Caribbean Kigo Kukai
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Uncle Podger catches a flight ...
The name Uncle Podger makes me smile :)). I immediately visualize the man trying to hang up a picture in his living room with his wife and several children in attendance. I can see him impatiently waving about and demanding a dozen things simultaneously, keeping every person present totally busy. (If you didn't already realize, this is from "Three Men in a Boat" by Jerome K. Jerome). The next scene that comes to mind is Uncle Podger sprinting to catch the morning train to reach his workplace (see "Three Men on the Bummel" by the same author). I thought it would be fun to imagine how Uncle Podger might catch a flight in the 21st century.
"Never wait until the last minute" he would sermonize to all and sundry, but for himself nothing would get done if there were no deadlines ... Uncle Podger would never pack even the day before his travel -- it was simply more fun to do it just an hour or two before leaving home for the airport. On the day of his departure, he would leisurely savour his coffee over a bunch of newspapers as was his wont everyday. Immediately after this, the mad rush would begin. You could see the tension sparking in the air. "Can you boot up the computer and log into the airlines site so I can print out my online ticket ?" he would say. "Hurry up. There are so many things to do ..." The printer would decide to strike work that day or the cartridge would run out of ink. Finally, one of the children would be deputed to run to the nearest cybercafe to get a printout.
In the meantime, Uncle Podger would assign other duties to his spouse and progeny -- "Can you call a taxi to the airport ?" Aunt Maria's "I thought I told you to book it last night" would be totally drowned out in the loud instructions that Uncle Podger would shout out to the child booking the taxi -- "tell him I need to catch a flight at 2 pm" "Did you tell him the right address?" and so on and so forth.
Uncle Podger would be bustling about everywhere without actually focussing on a single item to be done. "Maria, did you get my shirts ironed ? No, not those -- I need the other ones that aren't here. What about my medicines ? Can you order those -- right away -- and ask the guy to show up in the next 15 minutes or so ? Do you happen to have a lock ?" On being given one, he would come up with "No, that is too small, or that seems too large -- didn't you have a number lock?"
When finally, his bags were packed and the taxi driver called to say that he had arrived,
he would start to have his lunch and then unhurriedly comment about the lack of seasoning or if the vegetables were overcooked or undercooked. The whole family would heave a collective sigh of relief when he finally got into the taxi to take him to the airport. They knew they had to enjoy what little peace they would know -- until he got back !
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