Monday, June 29, 2015

Blue Aerogramme

I used to eagerly await
The fortnightly blue aerogramme
With a benevolent bapu beaming
In a stamp size corner at the top right.
Wafer thin, you needed to slit it open,
Slowly, gently, carefully
Lest you hastily tear away
The loving words inside.
Squiggly letters of my southern tongue
Etched in blue fountain pen ink
Brings me news from home:
So and so's marriage,
Birth of a child...
Speckled with bits of advice:
Eat properly
Find good friends
Call if you can
If you can't, at least write back.
It made me think of
The little things that were so familiar to me:
Fiery red chillies spread on newspaper,
Left out to dry in the afternoon sun;
The comforting whistle of the pressure cooker
Mingling with the melody of suprabhatam;
Aroma of filter coffee wafting in the air,
Just as the conch signals deepaaraadhana.
I now look at the device in my hands.
The one I resort to
Whenever I wish to escape people.
The one that demands my constant attention.
The one that orders instant replies.
I look at the blue tickmarks on the screen,
And I feel stifled.

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Monday, June 29, 2015

Blue Aerogramme

I used to eagerly await
The fortnightly blue aerogramme
With a benevolent bapu beaming
In a stamp size corner at the top right.
Wafer thin, you needed to slit it open,
Slowly, gently, carefully
Lest you hastily tear away
The loving words inside.
Squiggly letters of my southern tongue
Etched in blue fountain pen ink
Brings me news from home:
So and so's marriage,
Birth of a child...
Speckled with bits of advice:
Eat properly
Find good friends
Call if you can
If you can't, at least write back.
It made me think of
The little things that were so familiar to me:
Fiery red chillies spread on newspaper,
Left out to dry in the afternoon sun;
The comforting whistle of the pressure cooker
Mingling with the melody of suprabhatam;
Aroma of filter coffee wafting in the air,
Just as the conch signals deepaaraadhana.
I now look at the device in my hands.
The one I resort to
Whenever I wish to escape people.
The one that demands my constant attention.
The one that orders instant replies.
I look at the blue tickmarks on the screen,
And I feel stifled.

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