Pavithra Krishnamurthy 27 March 2010 at 7:56pm
I still wonder
Where did we go amiss...
Torn asunder
And now, this dark abyss
Of unspoken words,
Of a million thoughts, unshared.
The hidden fears
Of these souls lay bared.
These torn shreds!
Is it too late to make amends?
For all that is now past,
And matters not, my friend.
I'd like to reach out,
To share your joys and pain.
I'd really like for us
to be freinds again!
With these words
I have now staked my claim.
With these words
Can't things now be the same?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Seasons
Pavithra Krishnamurthy 8:40am on 24 March 2010
As I lay down
Beside you
In the light of the early dawn
I see the seasons
Etched across your brow.
We started with Spring.
Supple limbs
And lithe embraces
Peppered the spaces
Of our togetherness.
And Autumn
Brought out
The warmest hues.
Patient muse—that slowly withered
Into Winter.
She wrote an embittered tale
Of hardness
And deceit.
Till the shadows
Elongated into
This long hard Summer.
The furrowed, parched brow
Lips sunken in this never ending frown.
Marking a territory
Of worry
Not knowing
Whether the weather
Tomorrow
Will bring us
Another Spring.
As I lay down
Beside you
In the light of the early dawn
I see the seasons
Etched across your brow.
We started with Spring.
Supple limbs
And lithe embraces
Peppered the spaces
Of our togetherness.
And Autumn
Brought out
The warmest hues.
Patient muse—that slowly withered
Into Winter.
She wrote an embittered tale
Of hardness
And deceit.
Till the shadows
Elongated into
This long hard Summer.
The furrowed, parched brow
Lips sunken in this never ending frown.
Marking a territory
Of worry
Not knowing
Whether the weather
Tomorrow
Will bring us
Another Spring.
Lament
Pavithra Krishnamurthy at 8:38am on 26 March 2010
I know not
Whether to lament
The loss
Of a friend
Or commend
Your ambition.
Denuded, defenceless
You stand before me
Your missives—
Words, mails and letters,
Darting slyly,
Weaving tangled webs
Behind veiled eyes.
Shuttered,
Buttressed , reinforced windows.
As your lips
Part in strange whispers
Singing a tune
Your heart won’t strum.
"No faith,"
The drum
Of your heart
Cries out,
"I have to protect mine own".
And the strange tune
Lilting,
Hums
Sawing
The anticipation
Of a promised future.
Togetherness and plenty
Flit easily across the lawn
And old patience pauses
Watching.
The tide of words
Rise and fall.
The cadence
Putting
The final nail
In the coffin
Of our friendship.
I know not
Whether to lament
The loss
Of a friend
Or commend
Your ambition.
Denuded, defenceless
You stand before me
Your missives—
Words, mails and letters,
Darting slyly,
Weaving tangled webs
Behind veiled eyes.
Shuttered,
Buttressed , reinforced windows.
As your lips
Part in strange whispers
Singing a tune
Your heart won’t strum.
"No faith,"
The drum
Of your heart
Cries out,
"I have to protect mine own".
And the strange tune
Lilting,
Hums
Sawing
The anticipation
Of a promised future.
Togetherness and plenty
Flit easily across the lawn
And old patience pauses
Watching.
The tide of words
Rise and fall.
The cadence
Putting
The final nail
In the coffin
Of our friendship.
Lessons learned...
By Pavitra Krishnamurthy · March 24th, 2010
Epiphany:
If only
I had dropped
The iPod and the car key
I could have saved my knee.
Learning:
Letting go
Is what it must be…
The big lesson
In my destiny.
Epiphany:
If only
I had dropped
The iPod and the car key
I could have saved my knee.
Learning:
Letting go
Is what it must be…
The big lesson
In my destiny.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
It has been so long!
And not a word have I typed in here.
The change in status has brought on much much more... I feel like I have been running, running, running... And strangely, I feel more than equal to it... in fact my appetite seems to have just been teased.
P asks for more... bring it on!
I look back on these little squiggles- memories of a distant past that I want to relive...
I want to shake off this inertia and start afresh...
Let's start with Nigella's chocolate cheesecake (here) which was Chef's treat for me yesterday as a fitting start to the holiday season.
With Dussehra here and Diwali around the corner, we all have increased opportunities (and more than an excuse) to feast and feed... Should you feel like eating this without actually going to the trouble of making it, reach out here and if you are in Bangalore (and in luck), chef might just make one for you!
A new found enthusiasm for running overtakes me... I am trying to work on my speed as well as distance. The aim is to complete the 25K in the Bangalore Ultra this November.
I have also dusted off my cycle and plan to bring it home today... New ambitions...
Wish me luck!
The change in status has brought on much much more... I feel like I have been running, running, running... And strangely, I feel more than equal to it... in fact my appetite seems to have just been teased.
P asks for more... bring it on!
I look back on these little squiggles- memories of a distant past that I want to relive...
I want to shake off this inertia and start afresh...
Let's start with Nigella's chocolate cheesecake (here) which was Chef's treat for me yesterday as a fitting start to the holiday season.
With Dussehra here and Diwali around the corner, we all have increased opportunities (and more than an excuse) to feast and feed... Should you feel like eating this without actually going to the trouble of making it, reach out here and if you are in Bangalore (and in luck), chef might just make one for you!
A new found enthusiasm for running overtakes me... I am trying to work on my speed as well as distance. The aim is to complete the 25K in the Bangalore Ultra this November.
I have also dusted off my cycle and plan to bring it home today... New ambitions...
Wish me luck!
Monday, May 19, 2008
The blame game
I read this at MSN India: The bitter feeling
This seems like such a harsh judgment to make on an (at best) unwilling partner in a heinous crime.
The poor woman must have been traumatized by the knowledge of everything that was happening around her. Hardly likely that she was left untouched by the criminal activity. She may well have remained depressive and ineffective therefore in doing something to thwart or hinder her husbands plans.
This seems like such a harsh judgment to make on an (at best) unwilling partner in a heinous crime.
The poor woman must have been traumatized by the knowledge of everything that was happening around her. Hardly likely that she was left untouched by the criminal activity. She may well have remained depressive and ineffective therefore in doing something to thwart or hinder her husbands plans.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Glazes, aubergines and cheese
It seems like it has been a while. Other things seem to have taken precedence... and my food trails have been running cold.
This weekend has been a catching up of sorts-- breakfast was a simple upma made right with just a hint of vegetables. Lunch was rotis with the left over pandhi curry. Dinner was a long time planning. Sushi-- maki rolls with crab meat. T's white wine (Chenin Blanc) was the perfect accompaniment. Smoked salmon was the starter. The momos were a bit of an experiment (owing to some laziness) and the rice paper seemed to lose some spring in the steaming. lessons learned and stomachs full, we set out to Sunny's for a dessert. Some sinful chocolate followed. And it was time to call it a night.
Breakfast was a bull's eyes accompanied by sausages with the tomato cheese melt over fried mushrooms and onions. Delicious. And filling.
Lunch was a quick glance in the fridge and a unh huh!!!
And preparations for dinner began right after a short nap.
The evening began rather early with hastily brushed memories of baking bread and a good large ball of dough kneaded and set aside to rise. The long pending pineapple upside down cake (this was a stupendous spectacular success!) followed. It was a luscious sweet treat. The rum glaze added a triumphant twist to this sweet (and pretty) concoction! Some encouragement (lots, actually) and a quick take on the method and we flambeed the glaze. Some pictures should follow.
Chef made a pepper chicken. I insist that the onions add value. But I am vetoed out! Fairly good. Could be better (its the sweet onions hon!). The dough has been shaped into rolls and croissants and set aside. A is making a moussaka, complaining about the fullness of his stiomach the while. A fairly rich curry of lentils have also been set aside.
Preparations are on in full swing. We plan to spread out a small cheese platter with the moussaka and watch Duplicate over dinner. Let's wait and see how that turns out..
And then its time to take on the world after a quick nap again!
This weekend has been a catching up of sorts-- breakfast was a simple upma made right with just a hint of vegetables. Lunch was rotis with the left over pandhi curry. Dinner was a long time planning. Sushi-- maki rolls with crab meat. T's white wine (Chenin Blanc) was the perfect accompaniment. Smoked salmon was the starter. The momos were a bit of an experiment (owing to some laziness) and the rice paper seemed to lose some spring in the steaming. lessons learned and stomachs full, we set out to Sunny's for a dessert. Some sinful chocolate followed. And it was time to call it a night.
Breakfast was a bull's eyes accompanied by sausages with the tomato cheese melt over fried mushrooms and onions. Delicious. And filling.
Lunch was a quick glance in the fridge and a unh huh!!!
And preparations for dinner began right after a short nap.
The evening began rather early with hastily brushed memories of baking bread and a good large ball of dough kneaded and set aside to rise. The long pending pineapple upside down cake (this was a stupendous spectacular success!) followed. It was a luscious sweet treat. The rum glaze added a triumphant twist to this sweet (and pretty) concoction! Some encouragement (lots, actually) and a quick take on the method and we flambeed the glaze. Some pictures should follow.
Chef made a pepper chicken. I insist that the onions add value. But I am vetoed out! Fairly good. Could be better (its the sweet onions hon!). The dough has been shaped into rolls and croissants and set aside. A is making a moussaka, complaining about the fullness of his stiomach the while. A fairly rich curry of lentils have also been set aside.
Preparations are on in full swing. We plan to spread out a small cheese platter with the moussaka and watch Duplicate over dinner. Let's wait and see how that turns out..
And then its time to take on the world after a quick nap again!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Dinner- Asian
Sashimi (salmon and tuna), pickled ginger and wasabi-- a lovely start to a great dining experience.
Throw in some good (foodie) company-- and you have the makings of a great evening!
That was how it started.
Warmed up quickly with a glass of the house red.
Followed it up with a couple of plates of sauteed "field" mushrooms (wood-ear and shiitake rock!), golden fried prawns rolled in sesame seeds with garlic sauce, roti telur (this was the only part that I deemed miss-able) and a sizzling barbecue of pork ribs! Delicious. Followed by two rounds of fortune cookies.
When skating on thin ice, your safety is in your speed. (Er... OK?!)
Be satisfied with what you already own. (Hmmmmmmmmmmmpfh!)
OR (depending on whose fortune you pick!)
Your sweetheart may be too beautiful for words but not for arguments.
your smile makes everyone realise that the world is a lovely beautiful place.
And topped off with coconut rolls with honey butter sauce. Yummmmmmmmmmmmm!!!
Throw in some good (foodie) company-- and you have the makings of a great evening!
That was how it started.
Warmed up quickly with a glass of the house red.
Followed it up with a couple of plates of sauteed "field" mushrooms (wood-ear and shiitake rock!), golden fried prawns rolled in sesame seeds with garlic sauce, roti telur (this was the only part that I deemed miss-able) and a sizzling barbecue of pork ribs! Delicious. Followed by two rounds of fortune cookies.
When skating on thin ice, your safety is in your speed. (Er... OK?!)
Be satisfied with what you already own. (Hmmmmmmmmmmmpfh!)
OR (depending on whose fortune you pick!)
Your sweetheart may be too beautiful for words but not for arguments.
your smile makes everyone realise that the world is a lovely beautiful place.
And topped off with coconut rolls with honey butter sauce. Yummmmmmmmmmmmm!!!
Monday, February 18, 2008
5 X 2
I watched this surreal french film by Francois Ozon. (Ironically) it left me gasping for breath.
(What is it about French movies and full frontals?!)
Valeria Bruni Tadeschi and Stephane Freiss set the mood as a middle aged couple very civilly parting ways-- signing the divorce papers after agreeing on the terms read out by a stodgy lawyer.
The (as yet) unvoiced bitterness and the anger forms a silent undercurrent.
The film moves chronologically backwards from this point to capture for us four other instances which are the "big moments" in this couple's life.
We see a patient Gilles as he handles their child and we see another darker side of him in a dinner converastion with his gay brother and his lover. Marion glitters through this scene as she entertains them after a long hard day at work.
We move backward through the agony of Marion alone in a traumatic childbirth, silently chastising the unrelenting Gilles as he passes zombie-like through the motions of a regular day.
We see Gilles and Marion united in holy matrimony as they mouth the (we already knowthis to be untrue) words-- until death do us part.
We see Gilles distracted by Marion's appearance as he cavorts on a beach with his girl friend.
The film forces us to consider these moments in reverse chronology and makes us wonder if things could have been different.
The pace remains slow and ponderous. The nudity seems excessive. All in all, it leaves one wondering why this story needed to be told this way. However, it also leaves us feeling like we have been throught the bitter parting of ways ourselves. And it feels like a series of snapshots in an everyday life...
(What is it about French movies and full frontals?!)
Valeria Bruni Tadeschi and Stephane Freiss set the mood as a middle aged couple very civilly parting ways-- signing the divorce papers after agreeing on the terms read out by a stodgy lawyer.
The (as yet) unvoiced bitterness and the anger forms a silent undercurrent.
The film moves chronologically backwards from this point to capture for us four other instances which are the "big moments" in this couple's life.
We see a patient Gilles as he handles their child and we see another darker side of him in a dinner converastion with his gay brother and his lover. Marion glitters through this scene as she entertains them after a long hard day at work.
We move backward through the agony of Marion alone in a traumatic childbirth, silently chastising the unrelenting Gilles as he passes zombie-like through the motions of a regular day.
We see Gilles and Marion united in holy matrimony as they mouth the (we already knowthis to be untrue) words-- until death do us part.
We see Gilles distracted by Marion's appearance as he cavorts on a beach with his girl friend.
The film forces us to consider these moments in reverse chronology and makes us wonder if things could have been different.
The pace remains slow and ponderous. The nudity seems excessive. All in all, it leaves one wondering why this story needed to be told this way. However, it also leaves us feeling like we have been throught the bitter parting of ways ourselves. And it feels like a series of snapshots in an everyday life...
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Succesion... and bequests
Life looks a little different if you are the next in line... or so I think...
C'est la vie... quest que vous faite!?
I am sitting at home wondering about one of my favorutes... who is in love with somebody I like... Easy to say it is being handled. But with a couple I know being in discussions for decades now, it has a new meaning. Shoud we decide on immediacy?
I don't know how to answer this!!!
C'est la vie... quest que vous faite!?
I am sitting at home wondering about one of my favorutes... who is in love with somebody I like... Easy to say it is being handled. But with a couple I know being in discussions for decades now, it has a new meaning. Shoud we decide on immediacy?
I don't know how to answer this!!!
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