THE GREAT SCULPTOR JAKANACHARI

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He was a great sculptor, was legendary Jakanachari;

Hence he was known as the immortal Amarashilpi.

When his work demanded his attention total,

He left home, both dear wife and child- still foetal.

Engrossed in creating beautiful sculptures and temple carvings,

Jakanachari totally forgot family and other normal cravings.

After many years passed, he was assigned a work at Hoysala,

An idol to sculpt lovingly for the temple of Chennakesava.

When at Belur his beloved handiwork was to be installed,

Suddenly, another sculptor, a stranger, on him called.

When Dankanachari claimed a flaw in the idol to be there,

Jakanchari swore to cut off own hand if any there were.

Alas! A flaw was discovered in the marvel,

A live frog seen lurking in the navel,

After the sculptor sadly cut off his own arm,

He realized it was his own son, caused him this harm.

Then father and son hugged each other at this loss,

And prayed to the Lord this bad time would pass.

Lo! when they sculpted together another Chennakesava,

God restored the holy sculptor’s arm at Kaidala.

THE LOCKED ROOM

Govindan was facing the problem of plenty.
A very large ancestral house.
Relations of all hues- in dozens-living as a disjointed joint family, of which he was supposedly the head.
Huge quantity of valuables, including cash and jewellery-which he found hard to safe guard from the greedy cockroaches calling themselves his relatives. Try as he might, he could not dislodge a single one among these detested people for fear of offending either a brother, a sister, mother or his wife.
He tried hiding the stash at different places in his ancient thirty-two roomed bungalow and changing places every few days… but was shit scared that someone or other would find out.
Thus, among plenty of other things, he had plenty of angst also.
One day, Govindan got a flashy idea after watching a Malayalam movie about a haunted room in a large house like his.

(UN)GAINFUL RAIN

Ah! It’s started to beautifully rain, So it’s time for me to feign, An infection, cold or any pain, A day off, with sympathy to gain.
But alas! spousey says, ‘Off to work! You lazy, cunning little jerk, Calling in sick to watch buxom ladies twerk, Watching your lusty channels, with a daylong smirk.’
But when she says, ‘If you still be insisting, I will rope you in for housekeeping,' I look out, sigh, ‘The rain, it seems, has stopped, My leave plan for today is hence dropped.’

THE PAINTED VASE

Returning home from work that day, the first thing that grabbed my attention was the painted vase sitting prettily on a side table in the hall.
“Mynah!” shouted I, addressing my eleven year old daughter, “How did this come here?”
“Som bought it for me,” said she, quite simply, leaving me dumbfounded.
“Som!”
“But you hate him!” I said, referring to my new boyfriend whom she detested.
Som had come into my life recently, two years after Mynah’s dad died in a freak accident. He was only 40 then- I was 38.
Mynah shrugged and said, “But he likes me, it appears. That’s why he got it when I told him you refused to get it for me.”
I was left still wondering at the turn of events as her tantrums on seeing him were still fresh in my memory.
Two days later, Som came home during the weekend. He too merely shrugged when I complimented him on winning over Mynah. “Girls like things. You can keep them happy by indulging in these simple things.”
I really hope it stays that way, I thought, hoping to marry Som …

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