Not so fruitful.

Has humanity ceased to exist?
has our servility been conquered by our supremacy?
Dare I mention for there’s an upcoming gist,
of what we quote more often than not as ‘mercy’.

A pregnant elephant that approached our kind,
to spare some food for the growing fetus she always had in mind,
unaware of the turbulence that was to take place,
wrath and ultimately death is what she had to finally face.

She didn’t harm a soul while she jolted on the road,
towards the geographic bounds to cool her scalding belly.
She stood there perplexed while her body began to erode,
for those who unleashed the wrath knew that her survival was unlikely.

Justice is the only slogan we can propagate,
annihilate those who are responsible for her fate.
An explosive in a fruit.

 

SPIN IT UP

What does it feel like to be told that you’re doing very well even when your health is deteriorating?
What does it feel like to smile even when your whole body is decorated with ugly pipes when you’re in the ICU?
What does it feel like to hold your dearest’s hand even when you feel pain moving?

What does it feel like when you tell someone that the food cooked is delicious even when you find it hard to swallow?

Well, my grand father, NS Subbanna, was such a man, who found positivity in everything. Never complained of anything, treasured knowledge and his family. Sought to find solutions to problems and brought smile on our faces.
Honorable is an under word, he was given a token of appreciation from his colleagues for being a very considerate manager. He traveled far to bring food for family, motivated his colleagues to work for development and not money, and fulfill his father’s wishes of meeting his father’s friends when his father was old.
As kids, my twin and I would want to sleep beside my grandma and my grandfather understood this; he would go to a different room to sleep.
He would sit on his favorite chair in the hall, reading the paper and fall asleep instantly and when I came running to sit on his lap, he would pick me up and tell me stories.
On good days, he would encourage us to play/do the crossword to improve our vocab. Pictionary was our favorite as he introduced it to us.
While he streamed news channels, I would always be interested to watch Cartoon Network and he’d willingly give me the remote and he would resume reading the paper.
There’s so many more such incidents of his greatness that cannot be described here. But there are that will be remembered till I’m alive.
Although, he’s not my grandpa genetically, he went out of his way for the people he was close to.
When he was about 80, his feet started swelling and he had developed Edema. Well, it didn’t seem to severe in the early stages but eventually it got worse. It’s the biological mechanism of storing excess water that can’t be drained by the kidneys, in the lower body, typically the feet.
Through medications, edema would go away but return after a while. In the last two months, when he was admitted to a hospital near by, his BP dropped, heart efficiency became even worse and exhaustion set in. The doctor then said that my grandpa doesn’t have much time and dialysis wouldn’t be possible.
A week ago, his whole body swelled up, he was unable to breathe and he was immediately admitted to the ICU, to which he told my uncle, “is it the right time to walk away from here?”, He was influenced under a ventilator and both his kidneys had stopped working, there was no way to get the toxins out. He knew it was time to go. All the family members took turns to come and see him, he was unable to talk and he just nodded.
When I got my turn to see him on the second day of his admission, I told him that I miss him and I was going to see him soon at his house. I also stated that I was going to mysore to write my internals and be back soon, he smiled through his cheeks. His eyes spoke several words of pain and agony.
Later that evening, when I got back home, I prayed endlessly to God to end his suffering. At 11:30pm on Saturday, my mum woke me up saying that my grandpa is critical and ran to the hospital. It was not long before me and my dad left to the hospital too. 12:43am was his breath. While I went to see him the last time, he passed away with a smile on his face.
The title is spin it up, because he moved his index finger in circles and pointed up to say he’s going to the gods.
He saw the good in people, no matter what the situation and always remained positive.
You will always be loved even if it’s a memory, henceforth. Thank you for guiding me and helping me see good through people.

The Silent companion

A palm over mine, sometimes cold and other times, red soil occupied your nails. When you accompanied my occasional evening walks, I would laugh looking at you stare at the other pedestrians. Some would amplify your sense and the rest would just breeze along with the falling leaves and flowers. On some days, we’d share  time, to hog the best food and on the others, I would sacrifice. The aroma of Ghee would probably categorize you as the perfect Brahmin, you would come bolting into the kitchen to get a whiff and then wait for me to pour some in a cup. Winters would make my clothes your rug and summers would make the carpet our game arena. You welcomed me like summer welcomes mangoes. The afternoons kept you bored as you waited for me at the lawn, sometimes gazing at random things.

It was not long before blood crowded at a point, the gods were calling, they wanted you as their companion. Breast Cancer was the only solution. You departed in silence, while I sat there with your head on my lap and kissing you while my tears ran down. You were courageous and brave to fight those who exploited your maternity for puppies so they could mint cash on a gold throne, little did they know that you’d be out of their concentration camp.

I’m glad I found you, Luna. You were one of my best companions and the most prestigious great Dane. In my memories, now and forever.

P.S. – Dogs are not meant for breeding and physical abuse.

The Open Wardrobe

Our clothes are divided into a ‘typical set’ . one, being our regular wear which we pull out time and again. Two, the dainty set which we keep in secrecy until that one day where we want to steal the limelight. Three, the night clothes which are forever comfortable and our physique’s best friend. Four , lingerie for women and inner wear for men , which happens to be our body’s fam. All of these sets get settled in the cupboard. But, the journey begins when we open it.  What we select on a whole , in an average  is what defines our body. Sometimes , picking the same clothes time and again makes the very clothing old and completely exploited.

When we apply this in society , the people we encounter are categorized just like our clothes.  It’s all tabled as what we pick and where we wear it.
What truly defines us is the people we encounter  everyday , sometimes once in a blue moon and the rest, once in a while. But we decide the strength of the bond just like our clothes.