Thursday, May 6, 2010

MATHAI’S EXISTENTIAL AGONY

Mathai’s Morning

Mathai smiled at the vast expanse

Calm, quiet and tranquil
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Like a cooling, caressing


Hugging effect

He felt

Like a caring, patient, affectionate mother

Like a lovely, matured village girl

Her anklets jingle rhythmically while walking along

Or like an obedient, silent child.

Delightful images

Of the vast expanse flashed through his eyes

Mathai smiled, he exclaimed,

Where this expanse ends

Whether it has any limit?

Or infinity? Mathai wondered

A motor cycle, stopped

With a thud

The middle-aged,

Bulky fellow in expensive dress

A Middle-aged beauty

in violet saree and sleeveless blouse and cropped hair

In glittering ornaments she shined

Daily visitors.

Mathai glanced leftward

Both as usual sat

On the concrete chair

Not man and wife

Mathai was sure.

The man was all love and passion

Hugging her with one hand

Kissing her necks,

Cheeks and the vast “area” behind her neck,

Oblivious of the “world outside”

Mathai smiled.

The beauty quite submissive,

Like a hen. Some women find pleasure in being submissive to her lover.

And he like a cock,

A cock and hen story

Mathai’s imagination crossed all barriers

What both were talking all along?

A group of men

All bulky, elite group

With cars parked sideways

All on a morning stroll,

A daily sight,

Carrying the burden of their weight with them,

Diabetes, cholesterol, hypertension

Common for these folks,

Mathai was sure.

Cracking jokes all the way

Their subjects vary,

Business, politics, the explosive population like a dam in spate

Violence, congestion,

Subjects galore.

An aged, tall man,

Medium-built

In his white kurta and dhoti

Enjoying music holding

A transistor close to his ears

moving along

That too a daily sight.

Mathai looked rightward,

Tender coconuts-

Piled up,

A man in tucked-up lungi, and banian

‘A coconut merchant’

Thus he is

Known in his distant village-

Of Kerala,

That too opposite

Oberoi-Trident.

Doing ‘brisk business’,

A white man and his girl-friend

Both in jeans and T-shirts

With the jeans folded upto the knees

Standing before him,

Coconut merchant out of love and respect embodied

He knifed

Top of the coconuts

Picked up two straws

Each put inside each,

Both in praises-sweet,tasty,healthy and pure

No cadmium, no lead, no pollutant.

No bargain followed

The white man with

A pat on the man’s back,

Stuffed a hundred

Rupee note inside his banian

Not waiting for the balance,

Both walked along delightfully.

Mathai’s conditioned-reflex,

Sharp 10.00 AM.

Mathai stood up hesitatingly

Walked down the roads

Office waiting for him

To gift him-

One more monotonous working day.



Mathai’s Evening

Vast expanse angry and violent

Like a mother gone mad

Or like a ditched girl,

spitting venom on her lover

Or a quarreling, crying baby,

The vast expanse above,

Sometimes turning

cloudy, sometimes glittering with

Golden smiles,

Resembling the changing

Moods of Mother Nature,

Mathai, among the crowd,

With the sorrow

Of an outsider

With vehicles

Hooting down the

Streets.

An alien world-

“Who am I?Where am I? ” – Mathai to

Mathai. Whether Mathai is Mathai?

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