Thursday, March 23, 2017
Posted by Mona at 11:29 PM
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
looking out of my window
i see green streaks
on my boundary wall
it's moss from the
rains last week
looking at my boundry wall
i had often wondered
about the black streaks
on the white wall
now i know they are not dirt
but mere signs
of what once had been
Posted by Mona at 11:20 AM
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Checking to see if my blog is still alive. Coming to tell I still am! :) I miss my blogging friends. Hope to get back soon enough and drop by your home! Love you loads!
Posted by Mona at 10:07 PM
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Hope you have been moving and healthy and good.
And I am here embroiled in my tryst with Harold Pinter and got infected with the Pinter disease whose major symptom spells like "nausea with words" and where language spells like 'cliched' 'platitudinous' ' trite' and 'meaningless'.
Therefore I am still enjoying my own 'Silence' while I've taken this 'Pause'.
Just dropped by to see ya all without comments et al.
Sometimes , just listening is good...
Posted by Mona at 1:08 AM
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
You win some and then you lose some... With an ambivalent feeling, I would like to announce the sudden tragic demise of my brother in law ( husband of my late sister Zainab) . Rest In Peace Noman .
Posted by Mona at 10:49 PM
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Some trying times... It happens, thought I wouldn't call it shit exactly...maybe a shade lighter...or darker
There are experiences that are so tiring that you wouldn't dare go into recalling them again, the thought itself is ...yawn...
to list roughly, the patch has been pretty rough, with seemingly mundane activities like passport renewal...falling sick... getting new tenants... falling sick...legal work...study work...falling sick...visitors...helping visitors in their legal work...falling sick...social obligations (that some call partying)...falling sick...filthy hospitals...
The month of April seems unending! Still a few more days to go I suppose...before may day...
Indian summer...boiling blistering and the blues...
Will get back to you all, after I getting the work, that I promised myself getting done, done.
Miss ya all!
Posted by Mona at 2:07 AM
Friday, February 22, 2013
There are times I vegetate. I know I have been in that mode more often lately than ever.
I must be getting old.
I remember the old matriarchs 'doing' that when I was a child. Every home had a matriarch then, who would just sit idly fanning her face with a jute fan , chewing endlessly on tobacco or maybe it was the cuss words that she wanted to spit out on the endlessly moving family around her, but didn't for reasons best known to herself.I am pretty sure that they were abuses, since most of the time when her mouth opened to speak, the sentence would be prefixed and then suffixed with some kind of grotesque obscenity that was so original , that it was more frightening than funny.
At least in those days it seemed like that. Maybe we as children felt so because we knew that everywhere, the old matriarch wielded a mysterious power over all the elders; and her one complain would fetch us either a reprimand or a spanking, depending upon the volume of our giggles in her presence. So we would stifle our laughter as best as we could and the cuss words seemed to relegate themselves into some deep recess of our subconscious and stayed like concussions in the brain .
I know they did, because now, sometimes when I vegetate, the not so vegetarian words begin to surface which makes me feel that I must be on the brink of turning into 'the matriarch' sooner than expected.If the words threaten to spill out from my mouth, surely I must be turning into one.
As they say, in these times everything matures and decays faster than they did before : the times of disease and science.
Speaking of disease, we in India live in a septic environment, which paradoxically turns gangrenous specially at times when the 'safai abhyan' ( cleaning operation) in the city is in progress. One morning you wake up to the clanking sounds of the bulldozers and the cranes at work scooping out sewerage from the gutters and dumping the muck on the roads besides the drains. The reason they give for not carting it away immediately is because the muck is 'too heavy while it is still wet'. So they leave it on the road to dry for a week or months depending upon the memory of the cleaners. If we are lucky and there is no rain in the meantime, the muck would cake and solidify and leave half of the road for the passerby to edge forward on the edge. But, if it rains, then you find yourself right in the middle of drains full of sewerage right from your doorsteps to everywhere, and the sickening stench would permeate your nostrils and hit the brain in such a manner that would make you gasp and spew ( not necessarily in that order) off and on.
Such a time is upon my town these days, so in lieu the cuss words threaten to spill out more often than not.
That is how I realized that I must be turning into' the matriarch'!
Posted by Mona at 2:09 AM