Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The sun's in my heart, I walk down the lane with a happy refrain...

So I'm sitting here with a headache listening to Anne Murray and thanking God for online radio, cause whenever I get these kinds of head exploding headache's, I just tune into some country channel mostly 'soft country music' or 'country love songs' and things seem better after a while. Talking bout music, the other day I was at church and this funeral mass was about to begin and the choir was practicing and everything looked so serene and peaceful... seemed like a nice and simple farewell. So I told Antonio that when I died I wanted a nice and simple English mass with nice songs and he said, "No, you will have a nice Tamil mass and your choir members can sing one song in the end, Joy To The World". Yeah, he's funny alright.

I saw Sherlock Holmes yesterday and surprisingly I liked Watson more than Sherlock in the movie. Robert Downey Jr. was interesting as Sherlock with his sarcastic replies and dishevelled appearance, but I did not like the way he was portrayed. Sherlock Holmes, the character is to be revered, you cannot throw wine on his face and make him look dishevelled or naked in handcuffs like that... maybe that's Guy Ritchie's idea of Sherlock Holmes. My Holmes is above all this, his nonchalance and acumen is what makes him tick, he wouldn't mess with anything that interferes with his powers of reasoning and that includes women. Anyway, I liked Jude Law as Watson... he was a nice change from the old Dr. Watson of the books.

Lately I've been hooked to Gene Kelly's song 'I'm Singing in the Rain', it's the ringtone on my phone too. I like how he starts the song, its so cheerful...

Monday, January 18, 2010

Praying for Haiti...

I keep thinking bout the people stuck under the wreckage in Haiti slowly feeling life ebb away. It must be terrifying pinned under piles of rubble, unable to reach out to the open sky that is a few feet away. Suffocating in a dark place, with no food or water and no way of communicating to the world outside... praying to be rescued yet as the dark hours pass by wondering if they will ever find you. Thinking of loved ones and crying over the fear of not seeing them again... and finally hoping that heaven is a safe place where you will never have to endure such torment and anguish again. I don't know how many people were/are trapped under the debris in Haiti, but from what I have been reading I know it is quite a huge number, and I cannot begin to describe what I feel for them. I just hope that as many as possible were rescued on time and that the others who had to meet their creator were received with joyful arms, the safest place imaginable. If there are people still alive inside, God please help them... only You seem to know what is happening around here.

For the survivors its a living nightmare, the papers show horrifying images of corpses being heaped about (and from what I read decaying and oozing out body fluids that run down the street), the survivors who have no where to go now, missing home, and family and food and water and everything that they need to stay sane. Lord, please do something... You are all they have got now. Please watch over them, take care of every single person out there. I don't know what else to do...

Friday, January 15, 2010

A Trip to the Marketplace

So went to the local market a few days back and the sights and sounds really crowd your senses, you return with your head reeling with images. This poem is a result of that entertaining trip to the heart of one of the biggest markets near my place.


Onions, potatoes and garlic galore
Adorn the pavement and the floor.
Spinach, cabbage and all the greens
Glistening with dew drops, look so clean.
Vendors rattling of prices in a tune
Housewives haggling and discussing what's new.
Wizened old ladies crouched in a corner
Deftly stringing lovely jasmines together.
Rows of glass bangles glinting in the sun
Tinkling cheerfully when you try them on.
Vibrant, colourful and full of life
A trip to the market fills you with delight.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Year End Spell

Its the dawn of another year and I've calmed down a bit. December always puts me in an excited mood, its like being under a 'year end' spell. I remember being fascinated with Christmas and December in general since I was a little girl. Those days it was all about the holidays, the nicely wrapped gifts and the new clothes. But now with all of us scattered on different parts of the planet, Christmas has really come to mean just two precious words, home and family. It was a blessing to be home with the family and I loved every moment of it, though I fell sick with food poisoning. Even that little bout of sickness turned out to be very interesting with folks touching my forehead nonstop and everybody caring for me in the most amusing way. Antonio and Priyanka were the ones who were around when the fever first started, they toasted the bread and boiled the milk and practically fed me. Vinod came running and kissed me on the forehead to take my temperature, like they do on the 'Everybody Loves Raymond' show. Manoj would cup his hands below my mouth and tell me to vomit in them, all the time making the retching sound himself, this would crack me up... and then he would hurl the imaginary puke on whoever was passing by. Nameeta was all Florence Nightingale like, she would soak a cloth in cold water and apply it on my forehead and neck. Because of my fever, my brother's wedding anniversary and birthday plans were getting spoilt, and nobody was more upset than Priyanka when the party was cancelled. She stalked my fever with a vengeance, every other second I would feel her little hand on my head or neck trying to irritate the fever away.

Anyway coming back to the magic of December, I think it all starts with the caroling season... my sister is rightfully named Carol, cause she was born at the start of the Caroling season (November 30th). I love everything bout Carols, I love the whole story they tell and I love the feeling they create inside you. Real angels must have guided the fingers of those souls who penned the traditional Christmas songs that speak about angels proclaiming the good news, the shepherds searching for the new born child, the star guiding the way for the three kings and the child wrapped in saddling clothes... I also like the Country Christmas songs that speak of home baked cookies and Santa coming in a red pick up truck. Talking of carols, I got to witness a real Von Trapp kinda family in action this Christmas. I was in the train on the 25th of December plying from my secondary home to my primary home and the compartments near mine were occupied by a pretty large family, and imagine my surprise when one of the boys picked out his guitar & suddenly all his brothers and sisters went into a wonderful rendition of 'O Come All Ye Faithful', I was wonder struck. It was so beautiful, and then they went on to sing lots of other carols, I couldn't stop smiling... when they stopped for rest, I asked them to sing 'O Come all Ye Faithful' again and they obliged. They were like real professional too telling each other to sing in base or alto. It was one heck of a train journey.

After reaching home more fun was in store, I had to help in the organizing of the Church

Christmas play. Hanging out with the kids in the play made me realize the necessities of a stun gun, it was that crazy. There was this very very naughty kid named Hrithik who made Calvin seem like a joke, he would hit Mother Mary on the head and she would start crying, this made Joseph double up in laughter which further amused the three wise men who would then throw their gifts at Joseph, Joseph would then chase the wise men with his staff and naturally the shepherds would follow suit kicking as much sand as possible on the angels assembled nearby... it was thoroughly crazy, but entertaining as hell.

To cap it all off, Christmas is huge in my hometown & this lends a magical aura to my place.The whole town glows with stars, the nativity scenes, the Christmas tree and twinkling lights. The air bristles with joy, hope, excitement, laughter, and warm hugs... its pretty enchanting. I love walking in my colony at nights and seeing all the lights and decorations. Here's the Christmas tree and the crib at my home.

Like Gene Kelly sings, 'There's a smile on my face for the whole human race, why, its almost like being in love...'.