Wednesday, September 14, 2011

In Search of That Picture

Couple of month’s back I went in search of a picture.
For the journey I carried a dozen colors and two brushes.

Entering the blank canvas was like entering a foreign land.
I didn’t know the people or their language.
A blank stare is what I got when I asked for directions.
Or maybe all that white space made me imagine that I was talking to someone.

Eventually the wait and silence got so unbearable that I threw a blob of blue 
on the first person I thought I saw. And that’s when the fun began!

Suddenly, the blob of blue exploded with such fury that it splattered all over.
Rudely awakening previously invisible characters.
Characters who were visibly upset by the mess and wanted an explanation.
I didn’t have one so I let the colors talk.

Blue tried to speak but then I squeezed out purple and she was livid!
Purple tried to hit blue but missed and slapped pink.
Pink lurched forward and as he tried to steady himself he pulled yellow down 
and they went sliding into orange. It was utter chaos!

A riot of colors, falling, sliding, splattering, screaming, shattering!

Every now and then, I would get out to catch my breath, pour myself some coffee and search for the picture in that wonderful mess.

I grew familiar with the canvas, its surface like the ridges on my fingers getting smoother with each layer of paint. But of the picture, there was still no sign.

Many days passed.

Then suddenly, late one night, I saw something give way.
Just below the surface, there was a movement.
I scrambled back inside with my brush and began sweeping furiously. 
My heart racing, my head reeling, I knew the picture was just few hours away.

But once again I had measured the size of the picture simply by the size of the canvas.

One of the biggest natural wonders was swirling around and partly on fire! 
Earth’s core was in a mystifying upheaval.
The Himalayas were flying into the orbit as stars went shooting down.  
Circles and golden beams and clouds were dancing in slow-mo.

I started to laugh as I held this tiny canvas in my hand!
How was I to title it or explain what it meant when this window wouldn’t cease letting in a million light years of color into my living room?  


Thursday, September 1, 2011

They Found Him In The Playground


They found him in the playground
Of the prestigious Anxious International School

Fretting and fighting with other worried children
Who called him a simpleton, a fanatic and a fool!

“You know its folly to follow the straight and the narrow”
“It’s such a hard path you’ll have to beg and borrow”

“There wont be an end to your sorrow”
“How will you safeguard your tomorrow?”

They yelled after him as he refused to receive their cliché’s
About how easy and wide is the broad way!

Even his so-called teachers hollered after him
“GET BACK HERE, DO YOU HEAR, GET BACK HERE

But he kept walking and walking and walking
Until his restless heart was pounding
A little slower and his breathing became a lot calmer

He was now on the hard and the narrow path
He looked around at the aftermath
Of what was left once the veneer of all pretention got torn apart
No more gimmicks, no more hypocrites with their quick-fix

It’s called the hard way because it’s so solid
It neither shakes nor sways

It’s straight and narrow because truth has no extra flab
There’s enough room for you to grab that hand and follow

The Good and Perfect One
He is anything but shallow
Gives love, liberty, & life so you can grow
And go boldly into your eternal tomorrow

But back at the prestigious Anxious International School
They’re still worried about him you know

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

HAVES & NEEDS


Have Food, Need Variety
Have Clothes, Need Style
Have House, Need Re-Furnishing 
Have Bike, Need Re-hauling
Have Car, Need Accessories 
Have Laptop, Need Programs
Have Website, Need Updating
Have Canvases, Need Painting
Have Paintings, Need Sales
Have Videos, Need Editing
Have Photos, Need Framing
Have Frames, Need Hanging

Have Bible, Need Reading
Have Read, Need Revelation 
Have Revelation, Need Surrendering
Have Surrendered, Need Obedience
Have Obedience, Need Grace
Have Grace, Needless to Say
Have Everything, Lack Nothing

"But by the grace of God, I am what I am"

Sunday, August 21, 2011

30 Rupees


Arriving home at night, the last thing I expected after parking the car was turning around to find a short man asking me for thirty rupees.

He had a scruffy yet gentle face and spoke with his dignity intact.
Said he was no beggar but a day laborer working on the nearby road.
His eyes were bright and he didn’t reek of alcohol.

His one hand held a bag of sweets as the other pointed to where he had been waiting for his contractor to collect the day’s wages. But with no sign of him, he decided to take a chance on me.

“No I don’t drink” he assured me, “and your money will be returned first thing in the morning”.

I told him to wait as I went upstairs and returned with the change. All the while, not once did I feel I was being conned or lied to. His peaceful countenance had arrested and convinced me.

Later that night I lay in bed wondering – where did he come from? I couldn’t recollect seeing him walk up to us and yet he had appeared as though he had always been there.

What were the sweets for?
Was he about to celebrate something later that night?
Why didn’t the contractor show up?
Will thirty rupees be enough for his dinner?

The following morning I knew I wouldn’t see him again.
Not because he had lied to me, but because he wasn’t from here. 

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Vacation Out of Station


Vacation, out of station

To escape the routine
To be in a place we’ve never been

To do things anonymously
To do things glamorously

To see and be seen
In this exotic locality
With all its ancient history
Its cuisine and value for money

Such reasonable deals
Big meals and the best views
Just like they said in the guidebooks
We rush to take a closer look
At all that is overbooked

Collect trophy pictures of locals
In all their grand costumed culture
Never mind on TV its sheer torture

In the name of mid-life education
We nod and plod along
In this unfamiliar situation

German bakery, Italian pizza, French pastry,
American burgers, Israeli falafels, Korean kimchi

Continental or Indian it all starts to taste the same
Same nothing different

Rent a bike, rent a view, rent a friend
Run out of money and the renting ends

A hundred ‘like’s later the photos fade away
Inevitably someone else has had a better stay

Need to get out of station from such a vacation
And be at home in the inner being
Where no cameras can click and go public
Where no money can do its trick
This is where one finds true rest
From the ridiculous race to clear tests and be the best

It’s here that we need a revelation
It’s from here that we venture into an adventure
It’s from this destination that we go out of station