Works of RK

When Kailash Kher sings, I listen, and when he sings “ Mil ke bhi, hum na mile, thum se na jane kyon…. ” My mind whips up a whirlpool. It reminds me of four of Shelley’s perhaps most famous lines, “Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs Are those that tell of saddest thoughts.” When I look around, it seems that most people have stopped falling in love. Or maybe they have stopped realizing what love is all about, or even forgot all about it. Thankfully, I remain Fairy Godmother’s favorite child in this area. I fall in love at least once in a couple of years.  In fact, my otherwise ordinary life is punctuated with the memories of wonderful women I fell in love with. Women who were always amazing human beings and quite passionate about their being women. Some loved me in return for short moments in time, some forever and some others never knew of my love for them, or maybe knew, and hence ran away from me   : ) The good thing about falling in love is that it h

Should there be a purpose to life? Should we all spend time thinking about that special reason why we are here? I enjoy my life as it unrolls each day. Each day brings in carried forward bucket of joys and sorrows from my yesteryears. I also keep doing enough things right or wrong to add to this bucket. All said and done, I guess I live a full life every day. I believe that at some levels my life reflects lives of this multitude I share space with. When I look into the lives of my parent or their parent I am inclined to believe that their lives never had any special, out of the world purpose ( the kind which will find mention in history books). But then I look at my sister whom I love so much, I look at myself and then I look at my Grandma and then I look no further. Most relatives who knew my grandfather fondly looks at me and sees him in me. My favorite pastime of chewing country paan with betel leaves and areca nut coming from our own courtyard, my passion to farming and planting, a

Rhetorically speaking, the best things are free. The more I think about it, the more I believe that this is so untrue. The best things list for me will probably be: 15 days of paid holiday Phone call from a friend who won’t call. Spending time with my Grandma (she is treading the last mile) For me the list is not long, but the three items that are there mean much to me. Now if you look at it closely, none of them can come for free. I have been working for 12 years now, I do not remember the last time I had a 15 day leave. No force in this world, but time can make my friend call me. I have often wondered at how someday, after years of sticking on to a stupid decision, we wake up to find that the decision is no longer as important as it seemed once.  And then the third wish, the wish to be with my Grandma. She raised me up in my early years, and I have remained the centre of her universe till this moment. I feel saddened at the way things are. At 87, when she would like to spend her last

I do not remember the last time I did something with crazy abandon. Maybe as I grew older, I lost out on the fun of being a child. For a child, life is an aggregation of moments, they live fully each moment. I see them cry, holler, laugh, shout, fight and sulk as if there is no tomorrow. As a grown up, I guess I am supposed to maintain continuity in my emotions. I am not supposed to run up to someone beautiful and say that she is the most beautiful woman in the world, I am supposed to have the same countenance that I had yesterday. I am not supposed to be intense in any of my emotions. I should neither love nor hate passionately. Maybe these thoughts are exclusive to being me. Maybe you would not agree with me. But I am yet to figure out why I need to conform to an idea of me rather than just be what I want to be all the time? Since the real life throws up so many constraints, I guess I end up living multiple lives. One is the visible life, the life where I am office at the same time,