Hello Mr Postman!!

Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.

I decided to interview the Mailman. I thought it would be better to get a neutral and external perspective. 

“Hey, Mailman”, I said.

“Hi” was a cold response.

“Did I say something wrong?”, I said defensively. Wondering also, why did I ask the question, because there were only two words in my pleasantries. “Hey” couldn’t be wrong. But then what was wrong with ‘Mailman’?

“How did you presume I am a Man?” came the colder response. 

“Yeah, you are right”, blurted the defensive me. Perplexed with this turn of event. 

Now there was a silence, longer than the usual one. One generally is aware, which silence is longer than usual. 

So, rest conversation was more of an internal conflict within myself. 

I asked myself, what made me presume the gender, without asking? I admitted to have fallen into the trap of the age old bias. 

So, I corrected myself and asked in a gender neutral way…

“Hey Mailperson”

This time the response was cold again

“You have reached the end of of storage space in your mailbox. Please buy extra storage or manage your storage”

I knew I had antagonised the email. It wasn’t a male or female, or any other preferred gender expression of life. The imposition of gender is in our mind. It just worked efficiently, without the burden of gender. It did not need any such classification. 

That made me realise…

Why do we?
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The Joy of Giving

The joy is in giving
For what else is prosperity?
The purpose is to provide
For what else do we own?

Smile that I bring
The blessing that I gain 
I reap the harvest
Of the seeds that I have sown

For this day we celebrate
The greatest giver
Not the conqueror of the world
But the conqueror of the very own

let’s revel on the platter of love
for there is joy in being together 
what taste is the feast, 
that is had alone


#HappyOnam

Moving road stretch

The moving road
take the swaying trees along
I watch rooted
Through the unmoving window
of the speeding car 
And a racing mind

I watch 
As they move past
Behind, to the past
To the road I travelled
On this speeding car
And a wishful heart

I watch
the views I had
and the destinations 
I have travelled beyond
On this speeding car
And the ambitious eyes

There, I know
They move past
My previous me
Little recognising the different me
Peering through the stained windows
Of this speeding car 
And the turbulent mind

That’s when I see
I am the road
Stretching across the past
And now the present
Ever changing, yet static
beyond the changeless window
And the transient mind

I realise 
As far I travel
I am still here
Still yearning 
for the place of rest
Beyond this speeding car
In the restive mind

The moon I could touch

On the dark side of the moon
If there was a moon
I could touch
Would I feel the rock
Or the shining affection

As a touch down
On the desolate surface 
Would I seek the rocks
Or the serene connection

On the side which is dark
Perpetually in the night
Would I flash the first light
And see my own reflection

A part of me stays there
Breathing, where there is no air
Feeling for you from here 
And you looking up at me from there