Thursday, 27 November 2014

Unjust world.

Ana was born to Leslie. 
Leslie was married to Adam.
Adam had a sister, who was mentally disabled, Kyra.
Adam's mother, got Kyra married to a doctor.
Kyra gave birth to Seth, who  was mentally impaired too.
Leslie lived with Adam's extended family.
On one had she had the two mentally disabled living within the same hood.
On the other, Adam's parents put her through hell.
She lived there anyway, caring for the two daughters she gave birth to.
She was diagnosed with cancer, detected first in stomach then in lymph nodes.

She's 49 today. Still lives with the 53 year old mentally disabled Kyra, and her 26 year old son, along with Adam who now is under the highest dosage of insulin, and is awaiting two cataract operations till he gets his blood pressure normalised. She herself made a narrow escape from Bone marrow transplant (the last possible resort) in 2009. The two mentally disabled have severe schizophrenia which makes them often violent. 
One of her daughter is now in college, and the next one goes to college next year. 

I still wonder who's fault all of this is, and why should she have to bear the burden.


Friday, 14 November 2014

Learning how to lose.

I guess this is where it begins, the journey.

Every time I lose I give myself a headsup. Lesser battles left.

This time when the count ran three on the same line,

I took a bow.

I had played my part.

Bob Dylan said, build a ladder to the stars, and climb on every rung.
May you stay forever young.

Saturday, 8 November 2014

Bleeding moonlight.

Kabir once narrated a sanskrit poem. This is what it stated-

kasturi kundali basai, mrig dhundhe ban mahi;
            aise ghati ghati ram hi, duniya dekhai nahi.

It meant, that a deer keeps looking for a fragrance in the forest. Searching everywhere, and yet not able to locate it. 
The fragrance comes from himself, his naval.

I have come to this point, where I see, that I was looking for myself.