Saturday, June 24, 2023

Mothers' Day!

 Being a mom is not my mother's best quality!

And although she may not like saying it aloud, 

I want to fight for her to retain her right to not to like her day-job.


How many of us like our day-jobs anyway? 

We often do them because we really need what it brings; 

The capital: financial, social, relational. 

Mothers in this deeply misogynist world,

(whose wombs are impregnated with patriarchal expectations 

even before a sperm reach that darkness)

Do they even have a place to sit, do a bottoms up on a glass of beer, and say, 

"I hate my day-job! I hate being a mother!!" 

And on that note, hold my glass mate!!

I want a world like that. 


I wish it was like becoming the President of USA

Once you become one, 

You will be called one all your life and you don't even have to do much for that. 

Being a mother is like a test every day 

And it is better that you agree to fail because 

It is so much easier to fail 

Than getting anything closer to the pass marks. 


"Your infant does not weigh much?" Fail!

"The infant weighs too much?" Fail!

"The toddler does not talk?" Fail!

"The toddler talks too much?" Fail!

You have a teenager?!

You better don't get me started!

In a society where you are, what you have, 

A son's mother passes in flying colours though

With a son settled abroad and earning in six figures.

A daughter's mother does not pass even then....

"Did she bring the milk coming back home at midnight from the CEO meeting?" 

Indra Nooyi, the CEO asks. 

Mothers fail!


My mother is a great aunt, friend, sister, and a great self-taught banker 

My mother is a fabulous cook with no patience to teach anyone...

But being a mother, is not my mother's best quality.

And I want a world for my mother on this mother's day, 

In which she can say this without being shamed!


The adult me wants to humanise my mother 

The adult me wants to humanise all mothers, 

Including myself. 

My younger self gets even more angry with me though...

She does not like it. But she is only a child..

I know my mother would not like it either.

And you wouldn't too! 


Tuesday, March 21, 2023

It is never that you see!

 Every time I talk to you, 

I shake my head vigorously, and say

"Oh it's not about that you see...

It's not even about that..."

It's still about asking you to care. 

It is still about wanting to be seen.

It is still about being loved, unconditionally! 


Trust me, I am at it.

I have not yet stopped trying to give up on that love that was never mine. 

I have not yet stopped trying to give up on finally making you hear me. 

I have not stopped trying to cajole myself to give up on dreams I was born with. 

Dreams are not real; trust me, I remind myself every day. 


Nowadays I keep dragging the three wheeler of "what one should do" 

through a dry riverbed. 

The terribly misbalanced hand pulled rickshaw on dry a riverbed, 

That's what I drag! 

That was where I was born; the perched riverbed of a summer afternoon.

That's where I have been digging forever for some water.  

My fingers bloodied, my throat dried, my body gave up again and again

But I remained at it. Blood, sweat, and tears. 


It was not a desert after all.. 

I could not leave in search of an oasis. 

The assurance of water was right there!

The water was not!

And it will never be...

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