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Still standing, still standing..

27 Sep

The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..

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Still Standing

Image Credit: Timo's Golden Hour

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At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter to pierce my ears..
I ponder while I drink the primary cocktail,
a gleaming red sun, the blue sky and the green field..

The train passes by mocking at me.. It’s whistle..
tells me a story of how you disappeared in the dark of the night..
I tell him, you and I are friends.. And that we are inseparable..

I decide to wait.. longing for a glimpse of
the farmer, the cart, the buffalo, a nursing mother,
the sounds of the mud vessels, the village gossip..

My afternoon in the tedium,
I stare at the vast earth in front of me..
An old man rests, but no tractors cough nearby..

I look down, the chalk from the hopscotch has washed away..
My feet that had endured the charcoal from the bonfire..
have grown weeds..

I stand still to hear the harvest celebrations.. I hear none,
then I know,
it is just not going to be the same without you..

In time my leaves will go away, I will wither and die,
But for now, they promise to come back next spring..
To be dressed up in green and to dance on my arms..

My brothers have all perished and caused a crying flood..
Just as they were,
I will be parted and uprooted from my earth..

The wind picks up my anxiety, her embrace is wild and warm..
As it runs through my branches, I feel strangely lovely..
C’est la vie my dear’, she says and smiles..

So, just for the rock record, let me tell you,
I love you and I miss you.
And wherever life has taken you, I only wish you the best..

And if you ever choose to come back,
and I am still standing,
I won’t spend your money and some, my friend, and there isn’t the worry of a rush hour..

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For the next four decades, every minute, 31 Indians will arrive in an Indian city like Mumbai for the lure of its big city charm.

Please visit this incredible site that I stumbled upon today: http://legalruralism.blogspot.com/

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This poem is to honor Jingle for her efforts to encourage her fellow bloggers and poets by creating an amazing pool of talent and nominating me for the Perfect Poet Award at the Thursday Poets Rally Week 29 at: http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/the-perfect-poet-award-week-29/ . I am just humbled to be a part of the community, let alone share this lovely talent award with so many deserving writers.

For my choice, I would like to nominate SoulDipper at: http://souldipper.wordpress.com/ for the Perfect Poet Award.

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The Perfect Poet Award: Week 29, 2010

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Keep giving.. It works both ways!

23 Jan

My husband and I shower each other with what others might think as very very practical gifts..

For example, he gifts me with a food processor for my birthday and I bring home a Wine cooler, oh he so much wanted forever.., ahem, actually for the record, Santa pushed it down our chimney the night of Christmas eve.. :)

It is our own way of expressing our love for each other and also prove to each other that we have been mindful about what each one of us have wanted for ourselves, the empty shelves and the necessities around our house and last of all the economy..

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Gifts add a spark in any one’s life, whichever way it goes, giving one or accepting one.. When I give my niece her favorite perfume from the department store, I know she understands I like her for her perpetual sweet nature, her brilliant smile, and just the plain old bubbly teenager she is.. And the best part, I get something, albeit intangible, in return.. I feel happy knowing from her mother that she loves the perfume and something she had been asking her for a while..

At the risk of sounding professorial here, but, gifts don’t necessarily fall under the materialistic type.. My mom volunteered at a local old age home and she received a Christmas greeting from one of the ladies who was on the dying way.. She had written how grateful she was for mom to stop by every day, read her poems and prose, nothing of which she can recall now, but how there was always something to look forward to everyday in her not so happening life.. It might have been strangely ironic, but someone some where was getting ready every day to come stop by her bed side, spend some time with her.. These thoughts are to thrive for any 90 year old who doesn’t have anyone to call her own!

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That is why my husband and I have made this promise to each other.. We will atleast create one occasion every year where we give each something we have wanted for ourselves.. Gone are the days of the surprise element in the process.. Watching out for ourselves during these economic times shouldn’t be taken for being too prudent and practical..
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A depressing diaper bag tale:

11 Jan

I ran out of the house not looking back.. I would look like a freak to anyone who saw me.. I was actually, but only for a while.. :)

My mom offered to babysit my two little ones, so there was practically no “luggage” to lug to the stores.. Except for my big bulky black handbag, my friend gave me for becoming a second time mom!!

With the economy not so rosy, and everyone hurting all over the world, I have been cautious too.. Not even window shopping, I am!

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But on Tuesday last week, I ventured out, after a very long time, just with an hour and half hour of time before my son’s next feeding, I wanted to spend some time with myself, without any hassles of general life’s chores.. if shopping isn’t considered one.

The regular mom that I am, I have the mentality of shopping at discount stores like TJMaxx, Marshals, Walmart, but then I thought I will get a good diaper bag, the designer type, from the local child only stores.. First I thought I should explore in the strip mall right in front of our subdivision. It used to be home to a baby-exclusive upscale boutique with all kinds of stuff for kids.. Turns out they had closed their doors permanently a year and half ago.. Then it slowly started to sink into me that every other store in the mall was either going out of business or had closed it doors for ever.. It is a sad situation considering that our cities had one of the highest median incomes in a 2006 survey!

I was wondering if I should then go into the mall right adjacent to it. Barnacles, a popular sea food restaurant which was a major crowd puller Friday nights and Saturday nights was closed. I would go past it every day during my evening walk. One day, just like that, it was gone…. The ceiling fans, the wall to wall TV sets, all in all some 30 of them, yanked out of their installations just dumped into a long trailer truck and driven away.. All it now poses is a “Sorry out of business” card – dirtily handwritten. But then I did not find an baby stores there anyway.

Disappointed, I drove towards the downtown area. Our city, officiated in the fall of ’06 with much pomp and show had opened up its prestigious “Johns Creek walk” with a small, beautiful collection of its own mom and pop stores – a local city bank, a kids store with a story reading time slot in the weekends, a cleaner, a read-again book store, and two restaurants, one all American and the other an Italian pizzeria and a Korean nails saloon and a Japanese spa place.

We had been to the Italian eatery sometime last year after knowing that we were expecting again. It was our own private way to celebrate the arrival of our second one. It was nice place we thought, proud of the fact that we owned a home in a neighborhood which was so yuppie and cool.. !!

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But now on a Tuesday afternoon, a working day, most of the stores were either empty or closed, and some did not even have a board to indicate whether they were running or not.. A lone customer was waiting at the cleaners’ driveway waiting for his laundered clothes.. I wondered if dry cleaning would be considered a luxury in these tough economic times..

The search for my diaper bag has ended somewhere else and a little later after that Tuesday, but what lingers on is the question of economics.. I don’t have a degree nor do I understand the basics of stocks and the share market, but I understand what a mom goes through while picking out her kids lunches and leave behind her necessities or when a dad makes a tough choice to financially secure his and his kids’ future!

With good luck to you all and hoping for a wonderful year ahead, I am signing off..

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