Friday, September 30, 2011

MISS YOU BOOGI,...MISS YOU FOREVER !


                    Miss you,Boogi, miss you lots, miss you every minute of the day and night
                         not finding words,to say..how much I miss you,if only you were here,
                              one look at me you would know how much i missed you, not ,
                                 waiting for any words from me,for you knew my silence.
           
                 I miss you, Boogmani  when I wake up in the morning not finding you,
                       waiting to jump out of your bed, beside me,to get set n, go,
                              miss you, when i start the day with a bowl of oats
                                      not finding you behind me waiting for your share,
                                 
                  Miss you , when i have my bath and come out, not finding you,
                          sitting and waiting for me, on the mat  in front of the door
                                     missing you,not finding you, smelling my shampoo
                                          miss,my own shouting.."go out , have to dress up''!!!

                    Miss you,in the kitchen, in a corner,watching me cook,
                             missing  the tuk tuk,sound of your overgrown nails
                                 follow me from kitchen to room ,   room to hall , and
                                         to utility,and the to toilet, back to veranda,to and fro,
             
                    Miss you, running up to me ,  when the doorbell rings,..ting tong,
                           your running up and down, asking me to, pick up the phone,
                                miss you, running up to the gasman ,to reach before me
                                       who is  taking care of me now, as you did.?
                             
                     Miss you ,. turning back   locking the door to go say  bye,boogi
                           I search for  your shining eyes, looking down across  the greenery,
                                from the balcony, running  down to the garden as if  to catch a
                                       glimpse of  your love, going,away for ever, not to return !

                       Miss you, too my love,   and tears roll down, not to hear you   jump,n
                            scratch in excitement,  hop to garden  to see me, when i come back
                                    Home  no more a home ,with no one to welcome  me, like you,
                                       Miss your  warmest welcome,  making my house a home for me!

                        Miss   you at tea time too,  how you begged for you biscuits, though
                                   you knew ,  it,s all yours,,... oh that what made you cuter than kids
                                        oh those long walks, you made every kid stop  and talk  and giggle
                                             mothers   thanking me for, kids ate their food looking at you.....!

                          Boogy,   I found , the whole lot of, kids boys and girls, followed me
                                    when I  walked down the lane,with out you to the  park
                                        wanting to see you ... missing you, what shall I tell them?
                                          you are the darling you have shown us how to love !

                         Miss, you, when I feel low, when I get, bored, when I am sick
                                   when  my leg gets swollen, you would lick me ,when
                                       my ,,people  failed me, and i cry   you would
                                              look at me kindly, tell me,not  to worry

                                                 Miss You For Ever,My Darling Booga

                                sorry booga, how can We forget that, you saved our lives
                                     Not once, twice, you have killed Seven snakes,
                                        Seen around the house, at the risk of your
                                            Own life, looking at your tiny body and childlike face
                                               Who can ever believe that, you have killed saven of them!
                                                    YOU ARE THE REAL HERO!!!




,

what more proof you need,sure you know,
that you are one in our household ?
your health card with your vet,
is still around, with your ,
name...Boogi achia.....!






    Sure you were treated like a Queen..!
Y You had learnt to pose like one,
, How many pics, shall i click,
Good that i did, that is all we have now!
I Know,little can i return,
what you have given me,
but tried my best,to serve
you,when,you were in pain
when your limbs were weak
but,after all me a mere human
How do I know ,To love and serve like you!
.

                                           
                                           



Friday, September 2, 2011

MISS YOU BOOGI,....






MISS you BOOGI, miss you , miss you, miss


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Baba.. SIMPLE. LIVING AND HIGH THINKING !

Kusum Achia
  That was my father...Not only he quoted this often..., but also practised   this...Simple living and high thinking..!We called him BABA....!
So much so that today  being  fathers day... when I wanted  to describe him  to myself....the first few words which I wrote was this ,which came out  with out making any effort to find words..!

       Yes, he was an epitome of simplicity...which was alluring......!   Though he was not very expressive of his love,  like most of the loving  fathers.these days  do, showering kids with presents.... little he could do even if he wanted , with his small  pay packet and six  children to shower his love..!
        But a doting father he was  ,, no doubt ..... i  remember..my share of a spoon full of ' egg flip ' ..he used to call it  .that was his morning routine...to beat the white of an egg or two, poured carefully.  .. to the last drop into.. a white porcelain .bowl  and beat it....tuk tuk tuk....the sound for which  we kids woke up.......

     I also remember  how he used to cut the big bananas into half and keep it ready for us...a fruit after lunch...
a habit that has followed me up to this day that  i am very  uncomfortable.. even if they are missing on my dining table...for a day! but believe me.. i  gulp the whole banana..!!!!  But it was my youngest brother...DEVI
whom he called Toot . Toota.. ... got a big piece out of the whole banana Baba, my father ate daily without fail.....!
     We, children owe our good voice and ear for music to him..(mother also)...the good singer he  was... we
used to enjoy his singing sessions...while shaving in the morning..,.some times with the  shaving soap on his chin.....
..some times in the kitchen...when we lined up on the bench.....waiting for mother to finish with the last roti.\If at all  i know few stories within  the  story    in   Mahabharata and Ramayana  i owe it  to him.. ..Baba..!
     Now i   realise, how well-read  he was...,.as   i  flip through pages of Ramayana and MAHABHARATHA.....that i had heard about Karna's sacrifice. Kunthi's, predicament,  parasuramas.  anger.... he used to enact..them all...!
Remembering his  student days.. he would tell us   about.  the good old times,.when he came on stage as ' krishna'..that. the  good looking    boy he was;....the audience  would shout. ONCE MORE ! ONCE MORE....    !    oh.....         we  would enjoy  the scene with so much of thrill and wait for more..! ''AMMA nimma  manegalali. namma krishnana. kandirenamma......"he would go on,and    sing how  mother YASHODA.....went searching for..BABY KRISHNA   in her neighbourhood !
  Some of my memories include....how he used to  offer us four annas.,...to who ever  gave him some special service.... like frying some dry fish for him, his favourite,  waiting for him, to open the door and serve food for him when he returned late from  the club ....,! ! have also earned  some money  by  copying some of the office papers, arriving at the summery of accounts....while he used to bring his office work .. home.  Then. . an Auditor ,  retired as Asst\ Registrar for cooperative societies  in coorg!
!...Later i  was also posted as auditor in the..bank..and that   brought back the memories.... of my first stint with my father!
     I thank him for  teaching me the value.of.  money...the pleasure of earning by offering your labour,for creating an interest   in mythological   stories..etc at that young an age.
A noble man  and a thorough  gentle man   indeed!
.But  it is the way he lived - it is,  simple living and high  thinking. that   has  stood by me...to this day!
  I am afraid   i  may go on and on as the memories are pouring out of me.... but  i will save it for another time!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

AND NOW WHERE AM I..?

 
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Looking at the picture a collage above, I had to search for myself,
Life is a collage by itself,....Where am I..?
wonder how you get lost ,
Amongst,all your own ,yes
with family n friends
amidst,children,,girls,
And boys, have them all
call them kith and kin
Reel yourself round and
round, go a merry go round,
Reel yourself in a whirlwind
slipping down swirling deep,
Now here now there,now around
years go by,day by day,mind,
mind your steps its very steep
oh, now where are you,me,thyself
you are lost,lost among your own,
Oh no, now here, now there
Lost your self , where am I ?
Life, is it not a collage,
Yes, created by myself
lost,find me in that collage
of life,find me where am I ?



Where am I?

Friday, June 24, 2011

The image of my heart...!...



Sure,dadoo's protective strong arms
are around you kids,all the way!
and for ever!
so,had I explained your exit,
from around us, a long time now,
two decades !
Sure, you keep up the promise,
neither failed us in life
Nor in death!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

WHY...WHY AT ALL ?



Why,.why at all I fear the dark?
Sure the sun never fails to come !

Why do I, shiver , at the thunder
oh, the sky has never fallen down !

Why do we always, fall in love?
even as you go up and fly hand in hand !

Why is a rose is a rose,such a beauty,
but, why that thorn behind ?

why is the elephant made so big?
with a tiny,..tail behind?

why this, good and bad and ugly,n,
why be good at all to suffer all the way?

Why this births and deaths, why ,
be born at all, you have to die !

Why,.why the young die, dreams halfdone!
suffer the old, wait so long to die.

why do I worry,what lies in future,
it comes along any way,sooner though,

why this life; what the next, why,
does it haunt me, the never ending WHY'S?



WHY...Why...WHY..?