Everyday Epiphanies

The Sunday market experience was a little bit odd. A little bit problematic.

So we were driving into what seemed like a perfect little slot in the parking area.But just as the car was nosing itself in we noticed a stray dog serenely sitting there.
Honk honk!
Some more serene sitting.

HONK HONK!

“Saala.”Said my father .A single word of wonder and annoyance.What’s the bugger thinking?This is our parking space innit?

It is ,I suppose.(What are my premises?)

At any rate,once in I stand around near the maachwala(fishmonger).He was chopping fish.His job and I’m no Maneka Gandhi.The Bengali in me sees fish solely as something to be eaten.
And he clinically proceeds to put the mouth of this fish on a blade and efficiently delivers a blow with a block rendering it lipless.Quivering edges where a mouth had been.

Funnily enough what popped into my head at this moment is the sophisticated argument I’d been reading in the morning regarding the exact meaning of human rights.I realized that the implicit assumption had been that rights were an inalienable part of life on this planet.Not something just thought up to expend superior intelligence.

Long-Distance

Sudden gleam of happiness,
When I think-So far apart
But still 'in touch'.
Those telephone conversations...

Those telephone conversations
Where I indulge your new life
And you mine.
Then we
Disconnect.
Beep beep.

A Different Question

A gaggle of (primarily female) relatives.
I refuse to be apologetic
And defiantly declare
My child is ..well..not normal..
Anguished inquiries about-the specific medical term,
How? Which specialists do I intend to consult?
How did the mother-in-law react?
Will I give up my job?

To think you lifted me from this simply
By asking me his name.

Reason-fail

Mid-argument I stall,
Suddenly weary
Do I care to pierce that hide?
Your pigeon like,globular tone
Of being amply justified.

Unscientific

Freezing point is 0K.

Like hell it isn't.

On Success and The Pliable Man

I came.

I saw...

I concurred.*Shrug of shoulders*

Domestic

Considering,
How many rants have been
washed down the kitchen sink,
And how impervious the clothes
Are to my rage.
I thought.
Why not.

So,to tell
I sat you on my lap.
(Like when I spoon Cerelac
Into your mouth?)
And if nothing
It was heartening
When you knit your little brows together
(Pausing to think?)
Before you said-
"Gloop".


P.S-Im getting worried.Noone is getting what I write any longer.If this makes sense,do tell.