Subterfuge

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subterfuge \SUB-tur-fyooj\, noun:
A deceptive device or stratagem.

Subterfuge
Distract people
From the problems at hand
Fight enemies imagined
Dont care for Kofi Annan ...who???
Go and do your thing
Words construed carefully
To deceive the common man
Let the dying die
But cant back off now
Have to see this subterfuge to the end

Hidden Memories

Met a 90 yr old patient today who was still holding grudges against his wife who had died 20 yrs ago. Set me thinking…how much of our memory is occupied with those of people significant or otherwise to us, who have intentionally/unintentionally hurt us @ some point of our lives.
I still remember how mad I was @ the lady who almost pushed me off the seat in a local train in Mumbai when I was in college. I remember Rao madam who made my life miserable when I was doing my 2nd yr of undergrad studies. I remember the hurt I felt 20 yrs ago when I wasn’t invited to a bday party.
They all seem totally irrelevant and insignificant now, but somehow the synapses that were fired in my neuronal pathway seem to be filed somewhere, without being deleted.
Not that I go thro these memories frequently, but during random reminiscing, I am sometimes surprised @ the unpleasantness that still lingers with some. And it bothers me ……. if I cannot let go of these insignificant memories or at least the feelings associated with them, how am I ever going to get over other significant baggage in life? Memories are supposed to fade away……....and most of them do. I don’t want to ever be that old man I met today.

Festival of Lights

Its Diwali…………but all I can see is the city lights in front of me. The Ferris wheel at Navy Pier is already at a standstill and the lights have just been turned off. Some high rises in downtown have “GO SOX” spelt out on them with lights. It’s a great city, this Chicago……..the skyline always takes my breath away but today for some reason all I want to see are earthen lamps on open balconies and the cheap paper lanterns blowing in the breeze, to see children run in front of me to light their anars and their Krishna chakras. I just want to breathe in the highly polluted air full of the smell of crackers and gunpowder and to shop in Mumbai with the multitude of other shoppers and get jostled around. I crave to gorge myself on the sweets made by my mom that I would so high and mightily decline when I was younger after having a bite or two. I come home with all these great plans of doing Pooja, making pooris, meeting up with some friends, the way we always do. But today am still sitting on the couch with frozen parathas and readymade subji, and staring out at the city lights.