What He Will Never Say

He’ll ogle at you everytime you are in his range of vision as if his life depended on it but will not acknowledge your presence till you land up right in front of him, he’ll msg you 50 times a day but not a single one will be of any relevance to the next or previous one, he’ll keep dropping hints as to how a certain movie is supposedly the best that is ever made but he has no company to watch it during the weekend, he’ll say plenty of made up stories about the dreams he had of you and since he keeps seeing them again and again they must hold some karmic value, he’ll say you needn’t diet anymore coz you look perfect the way you are, he’ll say how pretty your hair is, how lovely your dress is , how chilly the weather is, how crappy the work is, how Baa Baa black sheep had to do away with his wool, how man went to moon and every random nonsense in the world.

But “He’ll Never  Say What He Really Has to Say”

The Night

Silent Moonlight creeps her by,

Her raven locks all afly

She looks like a dream n smiles it too

For some she is honey, for some she is dew

For some the poison ready to brew

She numbs the senses, enchants the mind,

The fire in her eyes ready to ignite

She walks with the grace of a gliding swan

Her aura is deadly,,so feline

Call of the dark, or call of the wild

Name her the best she is THE NIGHT

Special thanks to Deviantart for the pic and the dark mountain outside my bedroom for inspiring me to write this,,,at times I get up in middle of night n stare at the darkness outside just wondering how many new stories has this night created this very moment.

The Silent Raga......(Book Review)

The first thing that strikes about this book is the simplicity with which it is written, everyday incidents, regular folks and monotonous life are the key features of this book, not once does melodrama or brazen emotions creep in to destroy the subtle flow of narration.

Ameen Merchant dwells deeply into the minds of women just like Khaled Hossenni in “A Thousand Splendid Suns” and takes turns exploring the complex thoughts flitting through the minds of young two plaited girls on the threshold of womanhood. It develops a delicate link between obligations to family and self and the childhood lost in the midst.

Set in the sleepy town of Sripuram, the story maneuvers itself through the lives of Janaki and Mallika as Janaki deals with her gifted talent of ‘veena’ to the tragic loss of her mother, her bosom friend and skeletons of her own family along with her responsibility towards her sister and her one decision that changes life altogether for both of them whereas Mallika fights inner conflicts ranging from deep love for her sister to the deep scar she got from her.

Apart from the story what keeps the reader hooked to the book is the intact ethnic feel it has. The liberal use of ‘tamil’ words, the classical ‘carnatic ragas’ that depict each chapter, the rules of tradition, the bondages of the conservative Brahman society all intermingled with the relentless search for individuality comes out in the form of a story where silence is the most eloquent speech.