Always.. Indian

On the occasion of Indian Independence Day An expatriate like me should have nothing to say Yet the umbilical cord binding me to the land of my birth Is hard to cut off- I can state that whatever I am worth Today is because I was raised an Indian My sense of identity remains but…

Mothering pains

I have a confession to make here There is nothing nowadays that I fear More than meeting other mothers on weekends For children’s activities- I’d rather run mundane errands   For each time mothers meet, the topics of conversation Revolve around the extent of their enthusiastic participation In their children’s lives- soccer practice, dance recitals…

Where do my loyalties lie

In a world that is increasingly Divided, with pervasive hostility And paranoia everywhere- I struggle to see what is right, what is fair In this divided world I cannot decipher Where to place my loyalties, with whom to concur Every group I belong to has views that are right And other views that I want…

Will toot my horn

I cannot help but notice how these days Self-promotion has become easier in many ways So the talents that we had, meant to be showcased To close friends and family, often based On the context and occasion, employed strategically To garner praise, or arouse envy specifically- Now there is a smattering of our “talents” for…

Woman at Work

“We cannot all succeed when half of us are held back.” Malala Yousafzai The week starts off with a list robust Of things to do- she gets cracking, but first An adequate dose of caffeine she needs To get her galvanized into action indeed The list is long, but in her view It is exciting…

Escape

“I am not addicted to drugs or alcohol- I am addicted to escaping reality.” There are days I wish I could forget The route home, wish I could upset The predictable order of things at a whim (Though the chances of this occurring are dim) There are times when I let my fantasy take flight …

Hello, I am your doctor..

I know you are worried I do not fulfil Your criteria- I can see I do not instil Confidence in you that  I am capable Of  taking excellent care of you, that I am able To diagnose and treat your condition- You might not have chosen me of your volition   But you were forced…

Running out of the weekend..

Another weekend is over and I Watch the minutes go ticking by Sunday night is here, and my Anxiety level is reaching its weekly high Where did the weekend go, I wonder I feel so tired, I guess it was a blunder To create a jam-packed schedule It seems to be an unwritten rule That…

The Heart of an Immigrant Writer

“The immigrant’s heart marches to the beat of two quite different drums, one from the old homeland and the other from the new. The immigrant has to bridge these two worlds, living comfortably in the new and bringing the best of his or her ancient identity and heritage to bear on life in an adopted…

Woman and Society

Ah, you fickle society With your norms arbitrary Established by those in authority- When will you learn to deal with me? ** If I did possess, proudly Alluring, exquisite beauty If I were willing to sacrifice My intellect, often perceived as a vice You would know where to place Someone like me, just a pretty…

The Sound of Applause

“O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?” William Cowper They say happiness comes from within Yet I proudly say I have committed the sin Of pride- in my life many times over I am flamboyant, I am a lover Of attention from audience, their adulation The sound of…

Ramblings of a doctor in the intensive care unit (ICU)

Exhausted, discouraged, demoralized I feel As I sit at the end of the day, rubbing my aching heels Life and death in all their unpredictability Get in the way of caring for patients, inevitably And I question myself, that though my team strives To make every single sick patient survive Our efforts turn out to…